Volume 6: The World of Rebellion Chapter 292: Terenas's Conspiracy
Gui'er carefully hid behind a spruce tree, watching in fear as several human adventurers and an ice claw bear fought in front of him. From time to time, he could hear shouts coming from the wind.
Aragorn (Warrior) "Heal me, heal me! Damn, this bear has high damage."
Yawen (Priest): "I'm running out of mana! Drink the blood bottle yourself."
Legolas (Hunter): "Warrior, don't run around. Be careful - I'm about to enlarge!"
Aim and shoot——Wind Arrow!
Whoosh, an arrow went straight into the Ice Claw Bear's left eye. It was a critical hit and killed the Ice Claw Bear instantly, which only had a quarter of its health left.
"Hahaha, my arrow is accurate enough."
The three adventurers were so excited that they didn't notice that there was an orc child secretly observing them not far away.
After the three adventurers had touched the monster's corpse and left, Gui'er then carefully touched it out.
He walked to the body of the Ice Claw bear, took out a small knife, and cut a piece of bear meat. Now he finally had something to eat.
Five minutes later, Gui'er was hiding in a bush, gnawing on cold bear meat and recalling what had happened in the past few days.
Go'el had been wandering the wastes of Alterac for three days, desperate to find his brother, or his mother, or Master Drek'Thar, or any orc he knew.
But the Frostwolf Clan seemed to have disappeared without a trace. For three days, he could only see various terrifying monsters, such as snowmen, ice claw bears, and frost ghosts...
Of course, there is also what scares him the most - greedy adventurers.
These adventurers were simply mad and crazy. They swept across the snowfield and killed all living creatures, not even a rabbit or a squirrel...
Suddenly, a sense of danger made him look fearful.
Gui'er hurriedly stopped chewing, holding the dagger in his hand, and hid in the bushes trembling.
One Punch Man (Monk): "Hey, are you sure you're seeing this correctly? There are no monsters here."
Hawkeye (Hunter): "Yes, my 'Humanoid Tracking' clearly shows that there is a humanoid hostile creature here."
The hunter was groping around angrily, and Gui'er buried his whole body in the snow, fearing that he would be discovered.
The hunter only saw a white mass around him, so he simply whistled to summon his combat pet.
"Sniff, look for it."
The cliff boar named Niffler immediately began to grunt and sniff around, getting closer and closer, and approached in the blink of an eye.
Oh no! Gui'er was terrified and knew he couldn't hide any longer, so he got up and ran.
He was immediately exposed to the sight of the two adventurers.
Go'el (orc child), civilian template, level 5, health 100.
One Punch Man (Monk): "Hey, it's actually an orc kid, Go'ir? He even has a name, could he be a quest monster?"
Hawkeye (Hunter): "No matter what kind of monster it is, it's a red-named one, so just kill it." The hunter said as he drew his bow, drew his arrow, took aim, and shot.
Whoosh! An arrow hit him right in the back. Gui'er felt a pain in the back, and then his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.
After an unknown amount of time, Gui'er opened his eyes blankly and found himself standing on a snowy field with no one around him.
The two adventurers from before disappeared without leaving any trace.
It happened again...
Gui'er felt somewhat confused and numb. This kind of thing had happened several times in these days. One time, he was accidentally discovered by a group of dire wolves. He thought these dire wolves could be tamed, but unexpectedly, they were torn to pieces in the blink of an eye.
Then he found himself in an unfamiliar place, intact—except for his leather jacket.
Later, he was killed by a frost ghost and lost his leather boots.
Then came a few adventurers, and that time he lost his hat.
Whenever he encountered a monster or an adventurer, he would feel a sudden pain and his vision would go black. Then when he came to his senses, he would appear in a completely unfamiliar place.
What was lost this time?
He checked his body and found to his despair that the dagger was gone.
Gui'er sighed. He didn't know what was going on. What would happen if he lost everything he had?
He thought desperately and walked forward in a daze.
This time he refreshed to a good location, at the edge of a valley. Walking down the snow slope, he soon saw green grass and trees.
The melted snow water gathered into a river. By the river was a wooden house in the wilderness, with red brick walls, blue tiles, wooden doors and windows. Smoke was rising slowly, and the aroma of food made him drool.
He had eaten nothing for three days except a few bites of raw meat. He wanted to eat, but houses meant people, and people meant danger.
He subconsciously touched his pocket, and then remembered that the knife was gone.
Looking at the quiet cottage in front of me and smelling the aroma of food emanating from it.
Gui'er gritted his teeth and walked into the hotel.
Even if I die, I have to eat my fill first.
The house was empty. On the dining table in the living room were roasted pork chops, toast, oatmeal and a bottle of wine. The food was obviously just cooked and was still steaming. There was broth stewing in the pot hanging in the fireplace. Everything seemed so strange and beautiful.
Gui's eyes suddenly lit up and he picked up the pork chop and started to eat it.
With one bite, the tender pork mixed with spices and honey hits your taste buds.
It was so delicious! It was much better than the food he had eaten in the tribe before, and hundreds of times better than cold raw meat.
Gui'er began to eat it in big mouthfuls, then picked up the broth and poured himself a bowl. After taking a sip, the hot broth dispelled the coldness in his body.
He picked up the bottle again and took a sip, then spat it out with a "wow". He couldn't get used to the taste of human alcohol, so he immediately turned his attention back to the things.
Gui'er was eating so voraciously that he was completely oblivious to everything around him, so much so that he did not notice an old man coming out of the kitchen and looking at him with surprise and interest.
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Bang, bang, bang! Fat Gugu knocked on the door of the VIP room. "King V, we have arrived at the Royal Port of Lordaeron."
Fat Gugu was a little nervous. Varian had been locking himself in the cabin for three days and had never opened the door except for occasionally delivering meals.
When delivering the meal, Fat Gugu could see Varian sitting in the darkness of the cabin, expressionless. He seemed to be in an extremely heavy grief, and seemed to be thinking about the answer to some difficult question. Fat Gugu could understand it, because no one would be happy if their father died. How heartless that would be - at least that's what he thought.
The cabin door suddenly opened, revealing Varian's gloomy and decadent face, but he looked much calmer this time.
"King Wa? You..."
Varian (Prince of Stormwind): "Call me Varian from today on. I am not a king yet, and I am not qualified to be called a king. Before I drive those barbaric orcs out of my kingdom and before I avenge my father, please stop calling me King Varian."
"Um, okay, Your Highness Valian, we have arrived at the Royal Port of Lordaeron. You see... how about you take a rest? Adjust your condition. You look a little..."
"No, there is no need." Varian said calmly, "I have thought a lot these days, and I have figured out everything, war, kingdom, power... Hehe, power is a poison that makes people crazy, but I will not be lost in this poison. I know exactly what I am going to do, and I am ready."
As he spoke, as if to prove it all, he suddenly smiled brightly, as if his father's death had never bothered him.
Only the coldness in his eyes proved that Varian was not as happy as he looked.
Fat Gugu felt inexplicably uneasy . He wanted to say something, but Varian had already walked towards the shore.
On the pier, two groups of mighty Royal Knights of Lordaeron were lined up on both sides, and there were more than a dozen royal musicians blowing welcome trumpets.
It can be seen that Lordaeron still attaches great importance to Varian's arrival.
The welcoming team was led by two princes, who stood at the end of the pier and were responsible for the reception.
When Varian walked over, that joyful expression immediately turned into one of grief-stricken and forced calm.
Adam (Prince of Lordaeron): "Prince Varian, welcome to Lordaeron. My father deeply sympathizes with your situation. He hopes that you can regard this place as your home. Please settle down first, and then I will take you to see my father."
Varian (Storm Prince): "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty, but my father died at the hands of those filthy orcs, and my desire for revenge is urgent. This time I came here to seek help. I urgently want to see His Majesty Terenas, if possible."
The two princes looked at each other and nodded, "Please follow me, Your Highness."
Half an hour later, Varian followed the two princes into the hall of the Lordaeron Palace.
The shape of the main hall of the Lordaeron Palace is quite peculiar. There is a throne in the empty hall, and there is a circle of platforms around the hall. It is said that when meetings are held, envoys from various countries stand on the platforms to speak, surrounding the throne. This strange arrangement gives people a lot of associations.
It is said that during the ancient Arasso Empire, the emperor of the Arasso Empire used this to show his magnanimity. At the same time, the distant high platform could also avoid assassinations.
Compared with the Round Table Hall in Stormwind Fortress, this place looks more royal and majestic.
However, today was not a formal meeting, so Varian was able to talk to Terenas at close range.
Terenas is a burly middle-aged man in his fifties, with golden hair and a majestic face, wearing a crown on his head. The crown of Lordaeron is also quite peculiar in shape, with a circle of inward-curved metal horns, with some primitive and rough style of the Arathor Empire.
Varian just took a glance and then lowered his head. He knelt on one knee and saluted Terenas with the etiquette of an audience with the king.
Varian (Prince of Stormwind): "Your Majesty Terenas, thank you for your help in accepting the refugees of Stormwind in this critical time. As the Prince of Stormwind, I am deeply grateful for this."
Terenas looked at Varian. He had heard of Varian's name from various channels. It was said that Varian personally killed the former chieftain of the tribe, defeated the 100,000-strong orc army with only 17 warriors and a group of adventurers, and won various wonderful battles.
These legends were so widely circulated and so bizarre that they gave people a very unreal feeling, but Tenaris had done a detailed investigation and knew that they were all real things. But because of this, he was particularly wary of the young man in front of him.
Fortunately, the other party did not seem to have any hostility, and even had a hint of docility. It seemed that the battle of national destruction finally taught him the importance of judging the situation.
When Terenas thought of this, a smile appeared on his face .
Terenas (King of Lordaeron): "You're welcome. As a member of the Alliance, I believe that the nations should not be overly differentiated from each other. Helping each other is the right way. I promise that the people of Stormwind Kingdom can be properly settled here. I will treat them as my own people and love them."
Varian shuddered slightly, and a sneer flashed across his face as he leaned forward. "My own people?" Hehe, you can't help but reveal your thoughts so soon.
For all the countries in the Alliance, population is the greatest resource. In this world of countless racial conflicts, only by increasing the population can the national strength be enhanced. Only with a strong national strength can the alien races be conquered and the royal power be consolidated. Obviously, Terenas has some ideas about these refugees from the Storm Kingdom.
"Your Majesty's generosity is admirable, but as a prince this should be my responsibility. Please don't be too polite, Your Majesty. Please keep a record of the expenses for the resettlement of our refugees in Lordaeron. After we regain the lost land and restore the Kingdom of Stormwind, I will definitely repay you double."
"Haha, Prince Varian, you are too polite. I have known your father, King Llane, since we were young. We had a very good relationship, just like brothers. I am deeply saddened to hear the news of his death. Llane attached too much importance to responsibility and honor. He was determined to protect Stormwind even if he died. Although it may be disrespectful to say this, I think he was a little impulsive.
Of course, his courage is still admirable, but I think sometimes we should be realistic.
But you are right, as a prince you should restore your country, but have you ever thought that your brothers either died in the war or are missing, and it is possible that something unexpected happened.
Now you are the direct heir of the Storm Kingdom. If you die again, the Storm Royal Family will be at risk of extinction. In order to avoid this tragedy, I think you should get married and give birth to children first."
Varian was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Terenas to suddenly talk about marriage.
Tenaris said to himself: "As a prince, you must look down on ordinary noble women. Only princesses are good matches for you. I happen to have several daughters who are not married yet. How about..."
If it were the old Varian, he would probably be embarrassed or even shy to hear such words, but now, after experiencing the death of his father and the fall of Stormwind, Varian has fully understood the rules and gameplay of the Game of Thrones.
He immediately understood Terenas's true purpose. Once he married the princess of Lordaeron, their offspring would naturally become the crown prince of Stormwind Kingdom. If he "died in battle" again, the inheritance of Stormwind Kingdom would fall into Terenas' hands.
At that time, the Kingdom of Stormwind will be annexed without bloodshed and the hegemony of the Lordaeron Empire will naturally come true.
Such an open conspiracy instantly made Varian feel a chill in his heart.
(Tenarius, you old man, are you so impatient?).
He thought about it in his mind, but his expression didn't change at all. He didn't even refuse. Instead, he showed just the right amount of embarrassment.
Now Stormwind Kingdom needs the help of the Kingdom of Lordaeron to help resettle refugees and help restore the country in the future. It must not offend King Terenas if it cannot get the help.
Varian (Storm Prince): "I can't make a decision easily. My father just passed away, and these are not the deaths that need to be considered right now. Perhaps after we arrive in Arathi and meet my uncle, Duke Lothar, I will discuss with him and then give His Majesty a reply."
This reason is sufficient, and Tenaris should not force it too much.
Terenas (King of Lordaeron): "Haha, of course, of course. Then you should settle down first. After going through so many things, I think you must be tired.
Oh, by the way, envoys from various countries will arrive in Lordaeron in the next few days. Let's discuss the next strategy and how to help Stormwind Kingdom recover. "
