The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Your Majesty Varian, perhaps the archmages of the Kirin Tor have a way to send you back."

"According to what I have learned so far, your coming here may have something to do with the bronze dragon that controls time."

"Our world also had foreign visitors a few months ago... Although the process was not pleasant, the result was always good."

After regaining his human form, the old wolf king Genn and others carefully searched for the trace of Jaina Proudmoore, while chatting with several "acquaintances" behind him from time to time.

The images of this year's Battle of Broken Shore echoed in his mind. He had always felt guilty about Varian Wrynn's heroic death fighting for the Alliance warriors.

Compared to him who was as shining as the sun, I was just an old man on the verge of death, silently waiting for death in the darkness.

At that time, he didn't have time to stop him. He couldn't bear to see the soldiers sacrificed in vain, so he jumped down alone, facing countless demons, and buying time for everyone to evacuate.

"King Jean, I…I am not him."

Like Tanreid before him, Varian couldn't help but deny it subconsciously.

He knew very well that he was not the leader of the Alliance, the lion of Stormwind.

At least now I don’t have another me... Without the assistance of these people around me, I am nothing but an incompetent monarch who is helpless in dealing with the problems in the country.

Because of the concealment of Genn, Catherine and others, Varian and Tanreid are not clear about some things in the future.

"You are my elder, I am not capable enough..."

"Varian, you have to believe in your abilities."

"Your heart is still the same as before, filled with people who love you all the time."

Tiffin shook Varian on his back with both hands, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his brown eyes.

In her opinion, based on this alone, her husband would definitely surpass the other him and create his own career.

"Okay, I will... Tiffin, can you put me down?"

Looking around, Varian found that he was the only one being treated the same as his niece, and no one else.

Seeing Christina happily clinging to Catherine's arms, his self-esteem was hurt again.

He couldn't pry open his wife's arms that were holding him tightly, and embarrassment filled him.

"You are always so stubborn, my lord."

"You are equally unresponsive, my queen."

"Varian, I sincerely hope that Anduin will not be like you."

"Tiffin, I hope that day will come soon. I prefer..."

"The responsibility of the crown is not something you can take off easily."

Varian was speechless after hearing what Tiffin said, but could you be gentler during training?

I am not some thick-skinned paladin who can be stepped into the floor without any defense and then be back to life in a short while.

"Forget it, Tiffin."

"I won't argue with you, Genn... Uncle, how are the other me and Anduin?"

"Varian, they are good. Very good."

"You and Tiffin will find out later. There's no need to be so anxious."

"After rescuing Jaina, I will ask her to contact Khadgar and see if the Kirin Tor can send you back."

Looking at the bickering "thirty-year-old" couple on the right, Gene just nodded, said three words, and continued to lead the team forward.

The world is different, and the people are different. Not to mention the Queen of Stormwind who looks like Countess Katrana, just the happy family of Wrynn makes him envious.

Now he only hopes that he can see with his own eyes someone leading the people of Gilneas to reclaim their homeland and return to their homeland in his lifetime.

I hope this isn't some conspiracy by some evil dragon, an Iron Horde from Draenor, causing the Burning Legion to come again. Plus, what's happened recently is already enough for them to deal with.

The world is still in the midst of war, and it can’t withstand another alien invasion… He doesn’t want to drag them into the war.

No matter what the outcome on the battlefield is, this war is ultimately their business and has nothing to do with them in another world.

"Your Majesties, I am Taelia Fordragon."

"I want to ask you, what kind of person is my father, Bolvar Fordragon?"

Seeing that Urian and his wife were free, Taelia quickened her pace, walked over to Tiffin, and asked them softly.

Because of Taelia's actions, Varian and Tiffin rarely thought of the same face at the same time. Recently, the Grand Duke had a bitter face (but smiled happily) with many colleagues.

"Taelia, your father, Grand Duke Bolvar."

"He is my friend, a brother who I can trust."

"He is an integral part of Stormwind, the loyal Duke."

The couple gave positive comments at the same time, but they looked at each other again.

"However, he doesn't care much about his family. After leaving you and your mother in Lordaeron, he rarely goes back to see you."

Remembering the information Mathias presented to her "this afternoon", Tiffin shook Varian on her body and told him the facts.

"We didn't even know he had a daughter like you. If we can go back, we will definitely help you deal with him."

"Not really. From this perspective, my father seems a bit pitiful."

Hearing what Tiffin said, Talia felt both excited and disappointed.

Between his own family and the public, Bolvar made his own choice.

Her father might be a hero of the League, but he was not a good father.

Fadwin, who was at the back of the team, saw this scene and said nothing, just stared at her silently.

The black-haired girl has distanced herself from him by becoming the hero daughter of the alliance.

The status of the two is no longer equal, and perhaps I can only look up and bless silently.

"Your Majesty Tiffin... Sister, I think it's better..."

Even the word "sister" couldn't stop her. Tiffin just helped Talia with a small favor and asked Talia to "take the initiative" to keep her mouth shut.

"Talia, you have to understand one thing."

"If you want Bolvar to be a good father, you just need to help him understand a few little things..."

"Oh! dear Tiffin, I have thought of something."

Patting his wife's shoulder gently, Varian took the initiative to help Taelia out.

He originally wanted to pat his head, but when he thought about his current state, he couldn't help but have an idea that was not good or bad, and wanted to work hard for it.

"Varian, what can I do for you?"

Seeing that Varian was being attentive for no reason, Tiffin let him go and let him walk freely.

I've been carrying him for such a long time, now that my strength has recovered, I won't be pretentious anymore.

"We are running out of time, you'd better hurry up, I have more important things to do."

In her eyes, the side effects of Varian's previous temporary outburst had not yet healed, so Tiffin had to help him with a small favor again.

"We should let Taelia play freely. She has a lot to say, right?"

What he thought in his heart was totally different from what he said on the surface. Varian stared at Tiffin blankly, forcing her to let go in every sense.

You obviously wanted to let me go, but you kept grabbing me by the collar. Where could I, a grown-up like me, run to?

Because of what happened before, I didn't have time to think about anything else. I didn't even wear armor, just a blue and white training suit.

"Yes, Uncle Varian is an Alliance hero that I have always admired. I have a lot to ask you."

As soon as the spell in her mouth disappeared, Talia opened up and tried to get out all the problems in her heart.

"I once heard from an elf traveler that Uncle Varian's rage could never be extinguished. The rage in his body was constantly gushing out like a fountain, releasing his rage towards all his enemies."

"An anonymous dwarf said that His Majesty Anduin has been working hard and studying the Holy Light since he was a child, which is why he has been favored by the Holy Light and has no girlfriend."

"I also heard that Grand Duke Bolvar has always had a crush on Countess Katrana... Black Dragon Princess. Is this true?"

……

"Oh! Sister Tiffin, there is one more thing."

"That unknown dwarf also said that Anduin has always been obsessed with his aunt Valeera, which is why... it hurts!"

"Talia Fordragen, you can't believe everything he said."

"You must have your own judgment, distinguish right from wrong, and not be disturbed by them."

"Don't just accept as true what you know to be fallacies and rumors without thinking..."

Listening to Talia's endless questions, Tiffin felt a headache, patted the girl's head, and picked out some of the questions to answer for her.

By the way, tell Talia not to believe too much in folk gossip. Sometimes it’s just for fun and there’s not much truth in it, and it’s often hard to tell what’s true from what’s false.

Varian, who witnessed all this, came up with a new idea. While walking aside and nodding silently, he glanced at Tiffin from time to time to strengthen his belief.

While they were chatting animatedly, the story that the three people and one child next to them were talking about was almost coming to an end.

It was performed passionately by Tanred, who also provided his own narration and explanation, making the play a one-man show.

"This is the story of mother, Lucia, Gianna and me."

"Do you know... the pain of having your bones cracked when you are suddenly hugged by a seemingly petite, but actually terrifying giant bear?"

While answering the question he asked earlier, Tanred imitated his original behavior.

"The moment I was hugged, my body was completely unable to withstand Jaina's strength and was forced to deform."

I saw his shoulders shrink, his hands move aside, his legs close together, his chest and abdomen retract inward, and his expression changed drastically.

Under the influence of the internal anger, the tendons on his chest and cheeks automatically flattened a little, with only the sound of a crackling sound.

Maybe if someone just compresses it harder again, he can experience the original feeling again, which is indescribable.

He has quite good body flexibility, and after doing such movements, he can still fluently talk about his personal experience.

"She seems to be used to using so much force with her brother-in-law, and she doesn't care about my feelings at all."

Recalling his last moments, Tanred took a deep breath, and his body made crackling sounds all over, and suddenly he returned to normal.

In order to divert the attention of Catherine next to him and make her smile, he worked hard and achieved results.

After working, you may not get much material reward, and your surplus labor is always exploited. Isn't it a bit against the law of development of things to help others buy cars and houses?

Could it be that it was transferred to another location, like Tanred, as a result of his own spiritual enjoyment or his mother's joy?

The two serve different purposes, so how can they be compared?

"Tanred, is she really like that?"

Lucia didn't believe at all that a wizard could strangle a warrior to such an exaggerated state.

I thought of a legendary hero of the Alliance, my former good sister, and my current savior, Jaina Proudmoore.

Combining Tanred's description, the image of her in the other world and the image of a mage in his mind... are quite different.