Part-time BOSS

Go'ir carefully hid behind a spruce tree and watched with fear as several human adventurers and a crampon bear were fighting in front of him. From time to time, shouts could be heard coming from the wind.

Aragorn (Warrior) "Milk me, milk me! This bear does so much damage."

Yawen (Priest): "I'm almost out of mana! Drink the blood bottle yourself."

Legolas (Hunter): "Warrior, don't run around, be careful - I'm going to zoom in!"

Aim and shoot - Arrow of the Wind!

Whoosh, an arrow went straight into the left eye of the Ice Claw Bear, and a critical hit directly killed the Ice Claw Bear with a quarter of its health remaining.

"Hahaha, my arrow is accurate enough."

The three adventurers were quite excited and did not notice that an orc child was watching them secretly not far away.

After the three adventurers finished touching the monster's body and left, Goyle carefully touched it out.

He walked to the body of the crampon bear, took out a knife, and cut off a piece of the bear's meat. Now he finally had something to eat.

Five minutes later, Go'ir was hiding in a bush, gnawing on cold bear meat while recalling what had happened these days.

Go'el has been wandering in the wasteland of Alterac for three days. He is eager to find his brother, his mother, Master Drek'Thar, or any orc he knows.

But the Frostwolf clan seemed to disappear all of a sudden, without a trace left. For three days, he could only see various terrifying monsters, such as snowmen, iceclaw bears, and frost ghosts...

Of course, there is also what scares him the most - greedy adventurers.

These adventurers are simply crazy. They sweep across the snowfield and kill all living creatures, even a rabbit or a squirrel...

Suddenly, a sense of danger made him look fearful.

Go'ir hurriedly stopped chewing, held the dagger in his hand, and hid in the bushes shivering.

One Punch Man (Monk): "Hey, are you sure you read that right? There are no monsters here at all."

Hawkeye (Hunter): "Yes, my 'Tracking Humanoid Creature' clearly shows that there is a humanoid hostile creature here."

The hunter was groping around in annoyance, and Go'ir buried his entire body in the snow for fear of being discovered.

The hunter only saw a field of white flowers around him, so he simply whistled to summon the battle pet.

"Sniff, look for it."

The cliff wild boar named Xiu Xiu immediately sniffed everywhere, getting closer and closer, approaching in the blink of an eye.

not good! Go'il was extremely frightened. Knowing that he could no longer hide, he got up and ran.

He was immediately exposed to the sight of the two adventurers.

Go'ir (orc child), civilian template, level 5, health 100.

One Punch Man (Monk): "Hey, it's an orc kid, Go'el? He even has a name. Could it be a quest monster?"

Hawkeye (Hunter): "Whatever it is, it's a red name. Just do it." The hunter said, bending his bow and nocking an arrow, aiming and shooting an arrow.

Whoosh! The arrow hit the back of his heart, and Go'ir felt a pain in his heart, and lost consciousness as soon as his vision went dark.

After an unknown amount of time, Go'ir opened his eyes blankly and found that he was standing on a snowy field with no one around him.

The two adventurers from before disappeared, leaving no trace behind.

Sure enough it happened again...

Go'el was a little confused and a little numb. This kind of thing had happened several times in the past few days. Once he was accidentally discovered by a group of direwolves. He thought these direwolves could be tamed, but unexpectedly they were torn apart in the blink of an eye. .

Then he found himself in a strange place, intact - except that his leather jacket was missing.

Later, he was killed by a frost ghost again and lost his leather boots.

Several adventurers followed, and that time he lost his hat.

Whenever he encounters a monster or an adventurer, he will feel a sudden pain and his vision will go dark. Then when he comes to his senses, he will appear in another completely unfamiliar place.

What was lost this time?

He checked his body and found to his despair that the dagger was missing.

Guyir sighed. He didn't know what was going on. What would happen if everything on his body was gone?

He thought desperately and walked forward blankly.

This time he refreshed in a good location. He was on the edge of a valley. He went down the snow slope and soon saw green grass and trees.

The melted snow water gathered into a river. Next to the river was a wooden house in the wilderness. It had red brick walls, blue tiles, wooden doors and windows. The smoke was slowly rising, and the aroma of food made his mouth water. Come.

He had eaten nothing for three days except a few bites of raw meat. He wanted to eat, but houses meant humans, and humans meant danger.

He subconsciously touched his pocket, and then remembered that the knife was gone.

Looking at the peaceful hut in front of me, smelling the aroma of food.

Guyir gritted his teeth and walked into the hotel.

Even if you die, you have to eat before you eat.

The house was empty. On the dining table in the living room, there were grilled pork chops, toast, oatmeal and a bottle of wine. The food had obviously just been cooked and was still steaming. There was broth simmering in the hanging pot on the fireplace. Everything is so strange and beautiful.

Guyil's eyes suddenly lit up, he picked up the pork chop and started to chew on it.

After one bite, the tender pork mixed with spices and honey hit your taste buds.

too delicious! This was much more delicious than the food he had eaten in the tribe in the past, and hundreds of times more delicious than cold raw meat.

Guyir took a big bite, then picked up the broth and poured himself a bowl. After one gulp, the hot broth dissipated the coldness on his body.

He picked up the wine bottle and took a sip, then spat it out. He still couldn't get used to the taste of human wine, so he immediately turned his attention to things again.

Go'ir devoured his food and completely forgot about everything around him, so much so that he didn't notice an old man walking 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 Wa, we have arrived at the Royal Port of Lordaeron."

Fat Gugu was a little nervous. Varian had been shutting himself in the cabin for three days, and except for the occasional meal delivery, he had never opened the door.

When the meal was being delivered, Fat Gugu could see Varian sitting in the darkness of the cabin, expressionless. He seemed to have fallen into an extremely heavy grief, and seemed to be thinking about the answer to some difficult question. , Fat Gugu can understand that his father will not be happy if anyone dies, that would be so heartless - at least that's what he thinks.

The cabin door suddenly opened, revealing Varian's gloomy and decadent face, but he looked much calmer at this time.

"King Wa? You..."

Varian (Prince of Storms): "Call me Varian from today on. I am not yet a king, and I am not qualified to be called a king. Before I drive those barbaric orcs out of my kingdom, I will become my father." Before the king takes revenge, please don’t call me King Wa again.”

"Um, okay, Your Highness Valian, we have arrived at the Royal Port of Lordaeron. Look... why don't 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. I have thought about everything clearly, war, kingdom, power... Haha, power is a poison, it makes people become It’s crazy, but I won’t let this poison blind me. I know exactly what I’m going to do and I’m ready.”

He said, as if to prove all this, he suddenly showed a bright smile, as if his father's death had never bothered him.

Only the cold look in his eyes proved that Varian was not as happy as he looked.

Fat Gugu felt inexplicably uneasy looking at that smile. He wanted to say something, but Varian was already walking towards the shore.

On the pier of the pier, two groups of mighty Royal Knights of Lordaeron lined up on both sides, and more than a dozen royal musicians were playing horns of welcome.

It can be seen that Lordaeron still attaches great importance to Varian's arrival.

The team that came to greet them was led by two princes, who stood at the end of the trestle and were responsible for welcoming them.

When Varian walked over, his happy expression immediately turned into one of grief and complacency.

Adam (Prince of Lordaeron): "Prince Varian, welcome to Lordaeron. My father is deeply sympathetic to your experience. He hopes that you can regard this place as your home. Please settle down first, and then I will take you to meet my father."

Varian (Prince of Storms): "Thank you for your kindness, but my father died at the hands of those filthy orcs. My revenge is urgent. This time I came to seek help. I urgently want to see Tai." Your Majesty Naris, if you can."

The two princes looked at each other and nodded, "Please come with me, Your Highness."

Half an hour later, Varian followed the two princes into the main 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 high platforms around the hall. It is said that during discussions, envoys from various countries will stand on the high platform to speak, surrounding the throne. This kind of The strange arrangement makes people think a lot.

It is said that during the ancient Arathor Empire, the emperor of the Arathor Empire used this to show his magnanimity, and at the same time, a distant high platform could also avoid assassinations.

Compared with the Round Table Hall in Stormwind Fortress, this place looks more royal solemnity and majesty.

However, today was not a formal meeting, so Varian was able to talk to Tenaris up close.

Tenaris is a burly middle-aged man in his late fifties, with blond hair and a majestic face. He wears a crown on his head. The crown of Lordaeron is also quite strange in shape, wearing a ring that curves inward. The metal corners have some primitive and rough style from the Arathor Empire period.

Varian just glanced at it and then lowered his head. He knelt on one knee and saluted Tenaris as if he were to meet the king.

Varian (Prince of Storms): "Your Majesty Tenaris, thank you for your help in accepting the refugees of Stormwind City during this critical moment. As the Prince of Storms, I am deeply grateful for this."

Tenaris looked at Varian. He had heard Varian's name from various channels. It was said that Varian personally killed the former warchief of the tribe and defeated it with seventeen warriors and a group of adventurers. The Orcs' 100,000-strong army also won various exciting battles.

These legends are widely circulated and are so bizarre that they give people a very unreal feeling. However, Tenaris has done detailed investigations and knows that they all really happened. But because of this, he has no idea what he is looking at. The young man was particularly afraid.

Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to be hostile at all, and even had a hint of tameness. It seemed that the war of subjugation finally taught him something about assessing the situation.

When Tenaris thought of this, a smile appeared on his lips.

Tenaris (King of Lordaeron): "You're welcome. As a member of the Alliance, I don't think the countries should distinguish each other too much. The right way is to help each other. I guarantee that the people of the Kingdom of Stormwind can get the best treatment here. Properly place them, and I will treat them as 'my own people' and love them."

Varian trembled slightly, with a sneer on his face as he bent down, 'his own people'? Haha, can't you help but expose your thoughts so quickly?

For the countries in the alliance, population is the greatest resource. In this world of countless ethnic disputes, only by increasing the population can national strength be enhanced. Only by strong national strength can foreigners be conquered and royal power consolidated. Obviously, Tenari Si has some thoughts about these refugees from the Kingdom of Stormwind.

"Your Majesty's generosity is amazing, but as a prince, this should be my responsibility. Please don't be too polite. Please keep a record of the resettlement expenses of our refugees in Lordaeron. When the lost land is conquered, Storm After the kingdom is restored, I will definitely repay you twice as much.”

"Haha, Prince Varian, you are too polite. Your father, King Lion, and I have known each other since we were young. We have a very good relationship, just like brothers. I am really sad to hear the news of his death. Ryan values ​​responsibility and honor too much. He has to protect the Kingdom of Stormwind even if he dies. Although it may be disrespectful to say this, I think he is somewhat motivated by doing this.

Of course, his courage is still admirable but I think sometimes, we should be more realistic.

But you are right. As a prince, you should indeed return to the country, but have you ever thought that your brothers were either killed in the battle or their whereabouts are unknown, and there may have been an accident.

Now you are the direct heir to the Kingdom of Stormwind. If you die in battle again, the Stormwind Kingdom will be at risk of losing its heirs. In order to avoid this tragedy, I think you should get married first and give birth to an heir. "

Varian was stunned for a moment, not expecting that Tenaris would suddenly talk about marriage.

Tenaris said to himself: "As a prince, you must look down on ordinary noble women. Only princesses are good matches. I happen to have several daughters who are not yet married, so why not..."

If it were the previous Varian, he would probably be embarrassed or even embarrassed when he heard this. But now, after experiencing the death of his father and the fall of Stormwind City, Varian has completely understood the rules of the game of power. .

He instantly understood the true purpose of Tenaris. Once he married the princess of Lordaeron, the child they gave birth to would naturally become the crown prince of the Kingdom of Stormwind. If he 'died' again, then The inheritance of the Kingdom of Stormwind fell into the hands of Tenaris.

At that time, the Kingdom of Stormwind can be annexed without any bloodshed, and the hegemony of the Lordaeron Empire will naturally follow the trend.

Such a conspiracy instantly made Varian feel a chill in his heart.

(Tenaris, you old immortal, are you so impatient?).

He was thinking in his mind, but his face didn't change at all, and he didn't even refuse. Instead, he showed just the right amount of embarrassment.

Now the Kingdom of Stormwind needs the help of the Kingdom of Lordaeron to help resettle the refugees and help restore the country in the future. If you don't spit it out, you must not offend King Tenaris.

Varian (Prince of Storms): "I cannot make a decision easily on this matter. My father has just passed away. These are not the losses that need to be considered at the moment. Perhaps when we arrive in Arathi and meet my uncle, Duke Lothar, , please discuss with him and then give your Majesty an answer."

This reason is quite sufficient, and Tenaris should not be too forced.

Tenaris (King of Lordaeron): "Haha, you should, 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. At that time, let's discuss the next strategy and help the Kingdom of Stormwind regain its kingdom. "