The Second Empire of Azeroth

Looking at the statues of the five heroes in front of Stormwind City, Roger frowned slightly. Although he knew this was part of the main timeline, he still felt a little displeased.

Turalyon, on the other hand, was very satisfied and looked at Roger with a teasing expression. Although this Turalyon wasn't him, he was content to have defeated his rival, even indirectly.

"Smack!"

A ball of arcane energy struck him on the forehead, interrupting his smugness. However, Turalyon wasn't angry; instead, he provocatively looked at the culprit—Roger.

"Alright, you two, why are you acting like children?" Alleria looked at them speechlessly.

Ever since they learned the truth, the two had been constantly at odds, and no one could dissuade them. Ordinary soldiers weren't qualified, and those who were qualified had their own reasons.

Khadgar was still feeling guilty about his "mistake" and didn't dare approach Roger at all. Kurdran was hopelessly carefree and would probably tease them instead of mediating. As for Dalaran, the only one who might have been able to mediate, he had stayed in Draenor and hadn't returned.

Therefore, Alleria had no choice but to endure their childish behavior. However, it also showed that they both genuinely cared about her. Of course, Alleria sided with Roger and only had a comrade relationship with Turalyon.

Jonathan, riding a horse, waited outside Stormwind City. He looked at these familiar yet unfamiliar people with a particularly conflicted expression.

It wasn't just him who was conflicted; the important figures within Stormwind City were also very troubled. They simply didn't know how to accommodate these people. Should they be settled in their original homes? That wasn't quite appropriate because their true selves were still fighting in the world of Draenor. If those people returned and saw identical versions of themselves, replacing their existence, what would they think?

But to concentrate them in one place wasn't very wise either. The Alliance had been established for so many years, and all the territories that could be divided had already been divided. There was simply no place to accommodate these "outsiders."

The "Five Heroes" followed Lord Lothering into Stormwind Keep.

When Van Cleef built the new Stormwind City, he adopted some dwarven designs, hollowing out a portion of the mountain. The stones extracted were used to build Stormwind City. The hollowed-out area was built into a fortress to prevent Stormwind City from suffering another devastating disaster. Varian used this fortress as the new royal palace to save expenses.

At the end of Stormwind Keep was the royal palace, where the now-adult Varian was waiting with a group of ministers. He looked at the "Five Heroes" with a complex expression, unsure of what to do with these "imposters."

Both sides were a little awkward, and no one knew how to start the conversation.

At this moment, a noblewoman stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, the heroes must not have tasted the delicacies of their homeland for a long time."

Varian immediately understood, "Indeed, let's put other matters aside for now. Servants, prepare fine wine and delicacies for our heroes."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Turalyon thanked him on behalf of everyone.

With the ice broken, the conversation became much easier. Everyone admired the noblewoman, and Alleria whispered, "This countess is very skilled, more outstanding than any elven noble I've ever met."

Roger smiled and nodded, thinking, "If you knew her true identity, you wouldn't say that."

That's right, this countess was Onyxia.

Seeing Onyxia, Roger missed Big Black and Little Black a little. To prevent them from being bewitched by Neltharion, Roger had left them in Draenor.

While Turalyon and Varian chatted, Onyxia, disguised as Katrana Prestor, helped smooth things over, preventing the conversation from becoming awkward. Once the topic was exhausted, Onyxia would shift to the next topic, allowing the two to continue talking.

If she wasn't the daughter of a black dragon, she could have become a great politician.

The banquet was ready, and Varian invited everyone to take their seats.

After a few drinks, everyone slowly lowered their guard, and they spoke more boldly.

Some people were very curious about Roger, after all, this was the man who had stolen Turalyon's "wife."

Varian was also very curious about Roger. He didn't know why, but he could always see a strange look in Roger's eyes. It was as if Roger was looking at his son…

This feeling made Varian a little uncomfortable.

"This is Mr. Rogers Keisham, isn't it?"

"That's right, it's me."

Roger wasn't exactly treating Varian as a son, but seeing the Varian in front of him, he couldn't help but think of the Varian in the alternate timeline who was very dependent on him, and a little bit of genuine emotion was revealed.

Varian said, "I know something about the others. Can you tell me your story?"

"Does Your Majesty really want to hear it?" Roger asked softly.

Hearing Roger say this, everyone became even more interested and urged Roger to speak.

Roger wasn't pretentious and slowly began to speak, "I was born into a military family in Lakeshire…"

Roger's words seemed to have a kind of charm, making everyone unable to help but listen. Even Onyxia listened attentively to Roger's story, without noticing anything amiss. Roger told some of the memories after he inherited the body, mainly about the war with the Orcs.

Following Roger's story, everyone seemed to return to that terrible war. When Roger spoke of King Llane's assassination, an angry expression appeared on Varian's face.

When Roger spoke of Stormwind City being breached because of the desertion of noble private soldiers, the nobles showed ashamed expressions.

When Roger said that he had two black dragons as mounts, a glint flashed in Onyxia's eyes.

At this moment, she finally woke up. What was she doing? She had actually been engrossed in listening to a story?

Realizing something was wrong, Onyxia couldn't help but observe Roger. Soon, she discovered a magical power emanating from Roger's body, and it was this power that made everyone listen so intently.

Varian and the nobles didn't notice this at all, but all of this fell into the eyes of the "Five Heroes." The other four subconsciously looked at Roger. Although Turalyon was the nominal leader, Roger was the true core of the five.

Roger chuckled, turned to look at Onyxia, "Miss Black Dragon, if you had chosen to turn a blind eye just now, I wouldn't have exposed you."

"What?" Varian was startled and regained his senses, looking at Roger vigilantly, "What did you just do?"

The nobles also stood up one after another, those with combat abilities stepped forward to protect Varian. Those without combat abilities hid behind the guards, seeking protection.

Onyxia was horrified when her identity was exposed. The guards rushed up, wanting to kill Roger to silence him.

"Don't even think about acting wildly in front of me!" Turalyon's whole body glowed with holy light, and he waved his hand fiercely. The powerful holy light pushed the guards away. In mid-air, a magical glow rippled from the guards' bodies, and when they fell to the ground, they had turned into a group of dragonmen.

"Monster!" The nobles shouted in horror, scrambling to escape out of the dining hall.

Varian was also a little dazed by this sudden change. He never expected that so many monsters would be hidden in his palace. He looked at the countess in disbelief, only to see the countess laugh loudly and transform into a huge black dragon, opening her mouth to spew dragon breath at Roger!