Traveling through World of Warcraft

Varian Wrynn's body suddenly jumped up from the chair, his action was with a sudden explosive force, as if the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time exploded at this moment. His right hand slammed hard on the table and chair, and the huge force made the chair emit a dull and loud "bang" sound. The sound echoed in the silent space, as if it was a concrete release of the astonishment and anger in his heart.

Varian's face flushed red with anger, and his eyes widened, almost popping out. There was a blazing fire in his eyes, with both disbelief at the sudden news and uncontrollable anger surging in them. His voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of doubt and anger: "Chen Yu? Didn't he die in the Frozen Throne? How could he be resurrected?" His words were full of strong questioning, and every word seemed to be a sharp thorn, piercing the people around him.

He looked around, as if trying to find a reasonable explanation from other people's faces, his eyes full of confusion and unwillingness. "All the Alliance generals who returned from the Frozen Throne have confirmed that he has died in the battlefield. Now you tell me, is he still alive?" He said this with extra force, as if to emphasize the absurdity and impossibility of this matter, while also emphasizing the certainty of the facts that had been confirmed before.

At this moment, the Alliance ambassador had an extremely solemn expression. He looked straight at King Varian Wrynn and reported in detail: "The news sent back from Southshore is that he led the Forsaken troops to attack Hillsbrad. At this moment, Hillsbrad has become the territory of the Forsaken."

After Varian heard this, his eyes instantly became colder, like a cold star in the cold night. He sat down slowly, with an indescribable heaviness and helplessness in his movements. His eyes were fixed on the map spread out in front of him, as if the map carried all his worries and decisions. His eyes moved back and forth in the Hillsbrad area on the map, as if he was thinking about a response, or as if he was recalling the past. His brows were furrowed, and his expression was full of helplessness and contemplation, as if the weight of the whole world was pressing on him.

After a long while, Varian clenched his teeth tightly, his cheeks puffed up because of the force, as if he wanted to release all the anger and determination in his heart through this bite. He squeezed out words from between his teeth one by one, and the voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth with difficulty: "Immediately notify the Seventh Fleet to send troops to support Nanhai Town. The last hope of Lordaeron is in Nanhai Town, and it must not be lost." His eyes flashed with a resolute light, as if this was an order that could not be questioned.

"Yes!" The Alliance messenger immediately straightened his chest and responded loudly. The voice was crisp and decisive, and then he turned around and left in a hurry, bringing with him a slight gust of wind, as if he also felt the urgency of the matter.

"Another piece of news is that our scouts have discovered that the Forsaken are building walls at the borders of the Bulwark and the Plaguelands, the borders of Silverpine Forest and Tirisfal Woods, and even the borders of Silverpine Forest and Hillsbrad Foothills." The ambassador's voice rang slowly, and he stretched out his finger and moved slowly along the borders on the map. His movements were gentle and cautious, as if he was really recreating the scenes seen by those scouts. His voice echoed clearly in the silent hall, and every word seemed to carry a heavy weight, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts: "It is not clear what their true intentions are at the moment." The ambassador frowned, and the deep wrinkles seemed to depict his inner worries and confusion. His eyes were full of confusion and uneasiness, as if his thoughts were disturbed by this sudden situation.

Then, the ambassador slowly moved his eyes away from the map, his eyes swept across the people present, and then continued: "Since Garrosh Hellscream took over as the Warchief, the tribe has been expanding its territory." His tone was low and heavy, as if he was telling a disturbing and alarming fact. His voice slowly flowed in the air, as if reminding people of the serious situation they were about to face.

Varian Wrynn stood there quietly, his eyes fixed on the map showing the three walls that the Forsaken were repairing. His body was motionless, like a statue in deep thought, his hands tightly crossed at his chin, his slightly bent fingers seemed to convey his inner struggle and thoughts. His eyes were deep and solemn, revealing endless contemplation and worry, as if he wanted to see the Forsaken's true intentions through this map.

Everyone's eyes briefly met each other, and at that moment, there seemed to be a silent communication between them. Then, their eyes fell on the map, trying to find some clues from the lines and marks on it. Then, they turned their eyes to the majestic Varian Wrynn, as if waiting for his guidance and decision.

"After taking Southshore, the Kingdom of Gilneas will undoubtedly be their next target." Varian Wrynn's voice sounded slowly, low and powerful, echoing in the war room like thunder. His eyes slowly swept over the ambassadors in the war room, and his eyes were like sharp swords, as if he wanted to see the answer from their faces, to see their understanding of the situation and their response strategies.

At this time, an ambassador took a step forward, his movements were anxious and decisive. He opened his arms, with a helpless look on his face, which seemed to tell the thorniness and difficulty of the matter. He said: "I have not had time to report to you in detail about the Kingdom of Gilneas, Your Majesty. King Genn Greymane still refuses to return to the Alliance. He always believes that their own troops are capable of dealing with any invading enemy." There was a little urgency in the ambassador's voice, as if he was eager to let the king understand the current situation and attitude of the Kingdom of Gilneas.

Varian Wrynn frowned slightly, and his frown was like two deep ravines, revealing his inner displeasure. But soon, his expression returned to calm, as if he quickly adjusted his emotions. He said firmly: "Very good, then continue to send envoys until King Genn agrees. In addition, notify the Seventh Fleet to be prepared to deal with the invasion of the Forsaken at any time. Once the Kingdom of Gilneas falls, the Alliance will be completely passive." His words were decisive and resounding, and every word carried an unquestionable force, as if he had made up his mind to deal with the upcoming challenge. While he was speaking, his figure appeared particularly tall and firm under the light, as if he was an unshakable fortress, guarding the future and hope of the Alliance.

After hearing the king's order, the ambassador straightened up instantly, as straight as a javelin. His face was tense, his eyes revealed firmness and determination, and then he opened his throat and answered loudly: "Yes!" The voice was loud and powerful, echoing in the war room, showing his determination to carry out the order. Then, he turned around quickly without hesitation, his movements were clean and neat, without a trace of delay. He took firm and powerful steps, and each step seemed to carry a sense of mission. He quickly left the war room, leaving only his firm back to leave a deep impression.

On the vast and deep surface of the Endless Sea, the sea breeze roared and rushed like a crazy spirit. They were like a group of wild and unruly horses, galloping freely on the vast sea. There was a faint fishy smell in the sea breeze, which seemed to be a secret breath from the depths of the sea. This gentle and persistent sea breeze kept blowing over the Hillsbrad Foothills, like a gentle hand gently caressing the land.

Chen Yu stood there quietly, his body motionless, as if blending into the surrounding scenery. His face was full of helplessness, and that helplessness seemed to be engraved in every wrinkle on his face. His eyes were fixed on Dan Garlock in front of him, revealing a deep solemnity, as if he was not carrying ordinary pressure, but a heavy burden pressing on his heart.

In his sight, the dwarfs' musketeers were still patrolling in an orderly manner. They took firm steps, each step in a steady rhythm. The muskets in their hands flashed a cold light in the sun, and the light was cold and dazzling, as if telling the power of these weapons and the bravery of the dwarves. Chen Yu's heart was full of worries, and the worries were like a dark cloud hanging over his heart. Because he had warned the dwarf captain Darren Iron Mountain many times before, telling him over and over again that the Forsaken were preparing to attack Dun Garok. He sincerely hoped that Darren Iron Mountain would wisely choose to leave with his troops and not stay to fight the Forsaken head-on. His eyes were full of concern and anxiety, as if he was worried about the fate of the dwarves.

However, the cruel reality hit Chen Yu's heart like a heavy hammer, making him feel disappointed and helpless. Obviously, the stubborn dwarf captain Darren Iron Mountain did not take his advice to heart, completely ignored his advice, and resolutely chose the latter with an almost stubborn persistence, determined to stick to the land of Dun Garok and fight against the incoming Forsaken.

At this moment, Chen Yu's heart was filled with an indescribable complex emotion, a mixture of helplessness, anxiety, worry and anger. He seemed to have seen the upcoming tragic battle and bloody scene, and the cruel pictures kept flashing in his mind. The heavy atmosphere was like a thick dark cloud, shrouding the land, so depressing that people could hardly breathe. And the blurred skyline in the distance seemed to be foreshadowing that an inevitable huge storm was about to come.

In the sky, the dark clouds gathered together like ink, layer upon layer, densely packed together, like a huge black curtain, covering the whole world with a suffocating sense of oppression. Suddenly, the heavy rain poured down like a violent waterfall, with an almost crazy momentum, instantly blocking Chen Yu's sight like a heavy curtain.

"Stupid dwarves!" Chen Yu watched the Forsaken army begin to stir. Their hideous figures were looming in the rain. He couldn't help but curse loudly in anger. However, his curse was ruthlessly covered and swallowed up by the overwhelming sound of the rain, as if he had never made such a sound. Only the endless sound of rain echoed in his ears. "These dwarves are not worth saving. You can never wake up a person who insists on pretending to sleep. Come on! Forsaken, you are welcome to join us!" Chen Yu's heart was filled with grief and helplessness.

At this time, Sylvanas Windrunner stood quietly behind Chen Yu, her tall figure looked a little hazy in the rain. She looked at Chen Yu silently, although the heavy rain also ruthlessly blocked her sight, making her eyes blurry, but her sharp eyes could still penetrate the rain curtain and stare closely at Chen Yu's back. There was no expression on her face, like a cold stone, but there was an elusive light in her eyes.

"Aren't you angry?" Chen Yu frowned, turned his head suddenly with doubt, and looked straight at Sylvanas Windrunner. His voice seemed a little dull in the rain, but with a hint of urgency. At this time, Chen Yu's clothes were already soaked by the heavy rain. The wet clothes were tightly attached to his body, outlining his figure and making him look a little embarrassed. The rain kept sliding down his hair, dripping onto the ground, splashing tiny water drops.

"Don't be silly." Sylvanas said softly. Her voice seemed to come from far away, but it was clearly heard by Chen Yu. She stood quietly in the rain, her body straight, staring at Chen Yu motionlessly. Her eyes were deep and sharp, as if she could see through everything. The rain wet her clothes, but it did not affect her noble and cold temperament at all. She was like a mysterious flower in the rain, exuding a unique charm.

"I have the final say here. If I want to save you from death, I'll see who dares to touch you." Although her voice was not loud, it seemed to contain endless power. The words were like thunder, still clearly audible in the clamor of rain. Every word seemed to carry a heavy weight, unquestionable, making people involuntarily believe that she really has such ability and courage. Her eyes revealed firmness and confidence, as if her will was the master of this world. The rain splashed around her, but it could not taint her majesty at all.

"So, how do you plan to break through the dwarven fortress Dun Garok?" Chen Yu frowned tightly, with a suspicious look on his face. His eyes were like two sharp arrows, tightly locked on Sylvanas. His eyes were full of confusion, and the doubts were like an indissoluble fog, shrouding the depths of his eyes. At the same time, his eyes were full of thoughts, as if he was trying hard to analyze the possible strategies that Sylvanas might adopt.

Chen Yu leaned forward slightly, and the raindrops slid down his cheeks, some dripping on his tightly pursed lips, causing him to purse his lips unconsciously. His hair was wet and stuck to his scalp, but it did not affect his focused and anxious expression at all. He subconsciously clenched his hands into fists, as if preparing for the upcoming heated discussion.

Sylvanas stood there quietly, the rain soaked her clothes and hair, but it could not hide her cold and determined temperament. Her face was a little blurry in the rain, but her unique eyes were still clearly visible. She looked at Chen Yu without any avoidance, as if she was silently responding to Chen Yu's doubts, or as if she was thinking about the best plan to break the fort. The rain splashed around, creating a tense and mysterious atmosphere, as if the whole world was waiting for Sylvanas to give that crucial answer.