Part-Time BOSS Chapter 292: Tenaris’s conspiracy

Guyle carefully hid behind a spruce tree, watching in horror the few human adventurers fighting with a crampon bear in front, and shouts could be heard coming from the wind from time to time.

Aragon warrior "milk me, milk me! The damage of this bear is so high."

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

Leigolas Hunter: "Soldier, don't run around, be careful—I'm going to zoom in!"

Aim and shoot - the arrow of the wind!

Whoosh, an arrow shot straight into the crampon bear's left eye, a critical blow, directly killing the crampon bear with a quarter of its health remaining in seconds.

"Hahaha, my arrow is accurate enough."

The three adventurers were quite excited, and they didn't even notice that there was an orc kid not far away secretly observing them.

When the three adventurers finished touching the monster's corpse and left, Gouel carefully touched it out.

He walked up to the dead body of the crampon bear, took out a small knife, and cut off a piece of the bear's meat. Now there was finally something to eat.

Five minutes later, Gouyle was hiding in a bush, nibbling on cold bear meat, and recalling the events of these days.

Go'el has been wandering the wastelands of Alterac for three days, and he desperately wants to find his brother, or his mother, or Master Drek'Thar, or any orc he knows.

But the Frostwolf Clan seemed to have disappeared all of a sudden, without a single trace left. In the past three days, he could only see all kinds of scary monsters, snowmen, crampon bears, frost ghosts...

Of course, there is also the one that scares him the most—greedy adventurers.

These adventurers are simply insane. They swept across the snow field and killed all living creatures, even a rabbit or a squirrel...

Suddenly, a sense of danger caused him to show fear in his eyes.

Guyle hurriedly stopped chewing, holding the dagger in his hand, and hid in the bushes tremblingly.

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

Eagle-eyed hunter: "That's right, my 'Track Humanoid Creature' clearly shows that there are humanoid hostile creatures here."

The hunter groped around annoyed, and Goyle buried his whole body in the snow for fear of being discovered.

The hunter only saw the white flowers around him, and simply whistled to summon the battle pet.

"Sniff, look for it."

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

Not good! Guyel was terrified in his heart, knowing that he couldn't hide, he got up and ran.

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

Guil orc child, civilian template, level 5, HP 100.

One Punch Man Monk: "Hey, it's an orc kid, Guyel? It even has a name, so it's a mission monster, right?"

Eagle-eyed hunter: "Whatever it is, it's a red name anyway, and it's over." The hunter bent his bow and set an arrow, aimed and shot it.

Whoosh! When the arrow hit the back of the heart, Guy felt a pain in the back of his heart, and lost consciousness when his eyes went dark.

After an unknown amount of time, Goyle opened his eyes in a daze, and he found himself standing on a snow field with no one around.

The two previous adventurers disappeared without a trace left.

Sure enough, it happened again...

Guyle was a little puzzled and a little numb. This kind of thing has happened several times these days. Once, he was accidentally discovered by a group of direwolves. torn apart.

Then he found himself in a strange place, intact—only the leather coat was gone.

Later, he was killed by a Frost Wraith and lost his leather boots.

A few adventurers followed, and that time he lost his hat.

Whenever he encounters a monster or an adventurer, he will suddenly feel pain and his eyes will go dark, and then when he regains consciousness, he will appear in another completely strange place.

What did you lose this time?

He checked his body, and was disappointed to find that the dagger was missing.

Guyle 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 in a daze.

This time he refreshed in a good location, unexpectedly located on the edge of a valley, all the way down the snow slope, and soon saw green grass and trees.

The melted snow water converges into a river, and beside the river is a wooden house in the wilderness, with red brick walls, blue tiles, wooden doors and windows, cooking smoke is slowly rising, and the aroma of food makes people feel He was drooling.

For three days he hadn't eaten anything but a few mouthfuls 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.

Gritting his teeth, Goyle walked into the hotel.

Even if you die, you have to eat your fill first.

There is no one in the room, on the dining table in the living room, there are grilled pork chops, toast, oatmeal and a bottle of wine. The food is obviously just cooked, and it is still steaming. The broth, everything is so strange and so good.

Guilton's eyes lit up immediately, he picked up the pork chop and began to chew it.

One bite, the taste of the soft and tender pork mixed with spices and honey hits the taste buds.

It's so delicious! This was much more delicious than the diet he ate in the tribe in the past, and it was hundreds of times more delicious than cold raw meat.

Guyle gnawed it with a big mouthful, then picked up the broth and poured himself a bowl, and swallowed it down, the boiling hot broth dispelled the cold air on his body.

He took another sip from the wine bottle, and then spat it out. He was still not used to the taste of human alcohol, so he immediately focused on things again.

Guyle ate voraciously, and completely forgot everything around him, so that he didn't notice an old man came out of the kitchen, 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 locked himself in the cabin for three days, and never opened the door except for delivering meals occasionally.

When the meal was delivered, Fat Gugu could see Varian sitting in the darkness of the cabin with a blank expression on his face. He seemed to be in an extremely heavy grief, and seemed to be thinking about something difficult. The answer to the question is quite understandable for Fat Gugu, whoever dies will not be happy for his father, how heartless that is - at least he thinks so.

The door of the cabin was swung open, revealing Varian's gloomy and decadent face, but he looked much calmer now.

"Wa Wang? You..."

Varian Storm Prince: "Call me Varian from today. I am not a king yet, let alone be called a king. Before driving those savage orcs out of my kingdom, before I Before my father takes revenge, please stop calling me King Wa."

"Um, alright, Your Highness Valian, we have arrived at the Royal Port of Lordaeron, look...how about you take a rest? Adjust your state, you look a little..."

"No, it's not necessary." Varian said calmly, "I've thought a lot these days, and I've already thought through everything, wars, kingdoms, power... Hehe, power is a kind of poison. People become insane, but I will not be lost by this poison, I know exactly what I am going to do, and I am ready."

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

Only the coldness in the depths of his eyes proved that Varian was not as happy as he seemed.

Fat Gugu felt inexplicably uneasy looking at that smile, and he wanted to say something, but Varian had already walked towards the shore.

On the pier's trestle bridge, two factions of mighty Royal Knights of Lordaeron lined up on both sides, and more than a dozen royal musicians were blowing welcome horns.

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, standing at the end of the trestle bridge, responsible for welcoming them.

When Varian walked over, the joyful expression immediately turned into a grief-stricken expression that pretended to be calm.

Prince Adam Lordaeron: "Prince Varian, welcome to Lordaeron. My father deeply sympathizes with your experience. He hopes you can treat this place as your home. Please settle down first. Then I will take you to meet your father."

Varian Prince of Storms: "Thank you for your kindness, but my father died at the hands of those dirty orcs, and my revenge is urgent. This time I came to ask for help, and I urgently want to see Your Majesty Tenaris, 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 Lordaeron Palace.

The shape of the main hall of the Lordaeron palace is quite peculiar. There is a throne in the empty hall, surrounded by a high platform. It is said that the envoys of various countries stand on the high platform to speak when discussing affairs, surrounding the throne. , this strange arrangement is quite reminiscent.

It is said that during the ancient Arathor Empire, the emperor of the Arathor Empire used this to show his dignity, and at the same time, the high platform far away can also avoid assassination incidents.

Compared with the round table hall in Stormwind Fortress, this place looks a bit more royal and majestic.

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

Tenaris is a burly middle-aged man who is nearly fifty years old. He has golden hair and a majestic face. He wears a crown on his head. The crown of Lordaeron is also quite peculiar. The curved metal corners have some primitive and rough style of the Arathor Empire period.

Varian just glanced down before bowing his head. He knelt down on one knee and saluted Tenaris as he would before a king.

Varian Prince of Stormwind: "Your Majesty Tenaris, thank you for your help in accepting the refugees from Stormwind City at this time of crisis. As the Prince of Stormwind, I am deeply grateful for this."

Tenaris looked at Varian. He had heard Varian's name from various sources. It is said that Varian beheaded the former chieftain of the tribe with his own hands. With seventeen warriors and a group of adventurers, Then defeated the 100,000 army of orcs, and won various wonderful battles.

These legends are so widespread that they are too bizarre to give people a very unreal feeling, but Tenaris has done a detailed investigation and knows that they all happened for real, but also because of this, He was particularly afraid of the young man in front of him.

Fortunately, the opponent didn't seem to be hostile at all, and even showed a hint of tameness. It seems that the war of subjugation finally taught him what is to assess the situation.

When Tenaris thought of this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

King of Tenaris 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 Stormwind Kingdom can be here If they are properly placed, I will regard them as 'my own people' and love them."

Varian trembled slightly, and a sneer appeared on his face as he leaned over and lowered his head, "One of his own people"? Hehe, can't help revealing your thoughts so soon?

For the countries of the alliance, the population is the greatest resource. In this world of countless ethnic disputes, only by increasing the population can the national power be strengthened. Only a strong national power can conquer aliens and consolidate the kingship. Obviously, Tenaris has something to think about these refugees from the Stormwind 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 resettlement expenses of our refugees in Lordaeron. After the lost land, after the Kingdom of Stormwind is restored, I will definitely repay it twice."

"Haha, Prince Varian, you are too polite. I knew your father, King Ryan, when we were young. We have a very good relationship, just like brothers. I am very saddened to hear the news of his death. Ryan valued him too much. Responsibility and honor, even if you die, you have to protect the Kingdom of Stormwind. Although it may be disrespectful to say so, I think he did it somewhat out of spite.

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 restore your country, but have you ever thought that your brothers were either killed in battle, or their whereabouts are unknown, and there may be an accident.

Now you are the direct heir of the Stormwind Kingdom. If you die again, the Stormwind Royal Family will be at risk of becoming extinct. In order to avoid such a tragedy, I think you should get married first and have children. "

Varian was stunned for a moment, not expecting Tenaris to suddenly involve marriage.

But Tenaris said to himself: "As a prince, you must look down on ordinary noble girls. Only a princess is a good match. I happen to have a few daughters who are not yet married, how about..."

If you changed to the previous Varian~IndoMTL.com~, you might feel embarrassed and even shy when you hear this, but now, after experiencing the death of his father and the fall of Stormwind City, Varian has completely Know the rules of Game of Thrones.

He immediately understood Tenaris' true purpose. Once he married the princess of Lordaeron, the offspring they would give birth to would naturally become the crown prince of the Stormwind Kingdom, and if he 'died in battle' If not, then the inheritance of the Stormwind Kingdom will fall into the hands of Tenaris.

At that time, the Stormwind Kingdom can be annexed without bloodshed, and the hegemony of the Lordaeron Empire will naturally come into being.

With such an overt conspiracy, Varian felt a chill in his heart in an instant.

Tenaris, you old bastard, are you so impatient? .

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

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

Prince Varian Stormwind: "I can't make a decision easily on this matter. My father just passed away. These are not the deaths that need to be considered right now. Maybe when we arrive in Arathi, we will see my uncle, the Duke of Lothar. Afterwards, discuss with him and give His Majesty an answer."

This reason is sufficient, and Tenaris is not too persuasive.

King of Tenaris Lordaeron: "Haha, you should, then you should settle down first. After 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 help the Stormwind Kingdom restore the country. "

(End of this chapter)