foreigner's journey

Chapter 1678 The Game of the Alliance and the Horde
Great Star God!?
Even top Azeroth fighters like Tyrande and Malfurion were almost forced to their knees by the overwhelming pressure of Conqueror's Haki.

What terrifying majesty! To put it bluntly, Tyrande felt as if she were facing Elune, the moon goddess.

Without a doubt, this young human is a true god!
"Greetings, Star God!"

The Tyrande couple exchanged a glance, then decisively placed their hands on their chests and knelt on one knee, their heads bowed low.

When the difference in social standing between two parties is too great and there is no direct hostility, showing appropriate etiquette and respect is the reasonable choice.

Not only the two of them, but other alliance leaders also knelt on one knee to show their heartfelt respect.

"Ugh... that's so boring."

"You were planning to pull off a 'playing dumb to fool the enemy' act, but little Chromie, you exposed my identity so quickly! Doesn't that ruin all my plans?"

Heather yawned, completely lacking the airs of the most powerful being in the universe.

Pretending to be weak while actually being strong? If Chromie hadn't stopped him, would you have just watched me draw my gun and shoot you, only to be met with a legitimate counterattack? The thought of this possibility made Gene Greymane feel like he had just escaped death. Kneeling on the ground, sweat poured down his forehead, the beads of sweat pattering onto the ground of Stormwind Harbor.

Upon hearing this, Chromie was so frightened that his heart stopped, and he stammered an explanation:

"Star God, I only did not want us mortals to offend your divine might abruptly, and I had no intention of interfering with your great intentions!"

Heather didn't speak, but just squinted at Chromie, whose forehead was covered in more and more sweat, and finally he couldn't bear the pressure and burst into tears.

Other alliance leaders assumed the Great Star God would punish Chromie for this, but Varian immediately intervened: "Great Star God, please—"

“Hahahahahaha!!”

They had barely begun to speak when they heard Heather burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"Hahahaha, little Chromie, your expression is so funny that I couldn't help but tease you a little more, hahahaha!"
Good heavens, this trick never fails!

Heather laughed for a while before she could barely stop. Chromie was both ashamed and angry, but dared not show her temper. She could only kneel on one knee in a sullen manner, like a swollen pufferfish.

All the alliance leaders present now had a preliminary understanding of the Great Star God's character.

To be honest, it's quite different from the infinitely glorious and magnificent image in their minds.

The atmosphere became a little stiff for a moment, just then High Tinker Mekkatorque slowly woke up, rubbed his head and sat up, looking around blankly:

"Where am I? Damn it, I actually fainted. I only saw the beginning of that amazing starship and then... Huh? Who are you?"

Mekkatorque noticed Heather, who stood out from the crowd, and couldn't help but ask.

Oh no! Mekkatorque, you mustn't say anything that might anger this lord! The entire Alliance knows how unreliable gnomes are, and while High Tinker Mekkatorque, as the leader of the gnomes, has extraordinary engineering skills, he is also a true master of keeping his mouth shut.

Just as Chromie and Varian, who were closest, were about to get up and pounce on Mekkatorque to stop him from making his blasphemous remarks, everyone present heard a crisp 'smack'!
Heather raised her hand and casually snapped her fingers.

The next moment, everyone found themselves in a magnificent and splendid palace.

This palace was as large as the entire port of Stormwind, and its exquisite and grand decorations far exceeded the limits of any king's imagination.

Moreover, it wasn't just the leaders of the Alliance who appeared in the hall; even the chieftains of the tribes appeared in the hall looking completely bewildered.

Warchief Vol'jin gripped his spear tightly, his expression shifting rapidly from bewilderment to vigilance, especially when he saw the Alliance leaders: "King Wrynn! Is this an Alliance conspiracy?"

Sylvanas, the Banshee Queen, swiftly drew an arrow from behind her back, nocked a bow, and said in a chilling tone, "A remarkable teleportation spell. It seems to be the work of Archmage Jaina."

The young Tauren chieftain Baine Bloodhoof, carrying his totem hammer, nervously looked around.

Blood Elf Regent Lor'themar Theron also looked wary.

Only Thrall, the former Warchief of the Horde, looked thoughtfully at the Alliance leaders and the young human they were bowing to.

"Don't just stand there, sit down."

As Heather's voice rang out, everyone found themselves sitting in comfortable chairs, perfectly sized for their individual sizes, with a long table covered in white cloth in front of them.

The Alliance and the Horde were separated, with two long tables placed at opposite ends of the hall. At the end of the tables, on the steps, was a huge throne, where Heather sat lazily, holding a wine glass in her hand and swirling it slightly.

Jaina was awestruck. The way the powerful figures and leaders had been moved so naturally and smoothly, without her even noticing, was completely beyond the realm of teleportation magic; it was a divine realm she couldn't comprehend at all.

The Horde clearly recognized their strengths; Sylvanas, who had been somewhat agitated, immediately quieted down, and Vol'jin even put down his weapon to show he was harmless.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I've gathered you all here today for two reasons. First, I want to meet my little sister's proud children. Second, I'd like to play a game with you."

Heather got straight to the point right away.

Sister? Is she referring to Azeroth? Varian and other Alliance leaders learned of the existence of the Azeroth Star Soul from Chromie. To call the Azeroth Star Soul a little sister, the Great Star God is probably more powerful than they imagined.

Upon hearing this, Sylvanas immediately stood up from her seat and said coldly, "A game? Excuse my bluntness, but we—"

The words stopped abruptly, and Sylvanas vanished from her spot.

A commotion immediately arose among the Horde members, and Thrall couldn't help but ask, "Your Excellency, Sylvanas Windrunner is the leader of the Forsaken and has been fighting to protect Azeroth. Please forgive her rudeness."

"I've always been tolerant of women, even if this guy is just a crazy woman who wears a stinky, beautiful body as clothing."

Don't worry, I just threw her back where she was before. I didn't kill her; she's just out of the game.

Heather rested her chin on her hand, her expression calm.

"Out of the game?" Sal frowned.

"Is being eliminated from the game that hard to understand?" Heather tilted her head.

At this moment, King Varian suddenly spoke up: "Great Star God, there are always winners and prizes in any game, aren't there?"

Heather slapped her forehead as if suddenly realizing something: "Oh right, I forgot to mention, of course there are prizes!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a black stone appeared on the white tablecloth in front of the Wolf King Gene below.

He looked up at Heather, puzzled. Heather smiled and gestured for Gene to pick up the stone: "Consider it a trial of the prize. Pick it up and take a look?"

Gene Greymane took a deep breath and gripped the black stone in front of him.

Then he jolted and stood up abruptly, looking at the empty space in front of the long table, his voice trembling as he said, "...Liam?"

Varian was taken aback by these words. Liam Greymane was Gene's deceased son, a source of endless pain for him. Could the great Star God truly resurrect the dead?
But this is something that has never been heard of since ancient times. No one has ever heard of the dead being able to be resurrected, not even a god.

And there was no one in front of Gene at all, was it an illusion?
Other leaders probably share the same idea.

At that moment, Heather waved her hand, and the black stone immediately returned to his hand. He rested his chin on his hand and smiled as he looked at the dejected Gene: "How was it? Not a bad experience, right?"

Gene suddenly realized what was happening and hurriedly knelt on one knee: "Great Star God, Liam has told me everything. I... I'm willing to join this game. No, please let me participate. I will win and gain the chance to truly resurrect Liam!"

Gene, you… Varian’s doubts had just begun to rise when he discovered that a black stone had also appeared in front of him. Not only him, but everyone present had an identical stone in front of them.

"This thing is called a resurrection stone. It's a mass-produced version for single use, so everyone can try it out." Heather smiled like a seasoned product salesperson.

Varian picked up the stone in front of him with some skepticism.

Then, he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

Because he could clearly see his deceased wife standing smiling in the open space in front of the long table.

"...Tiffin?"

Varian's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

(End of this chapter)