Chapter 29 Chapter 29 Create the Future

Under General Shandris, new, better-located outposts were quickly established along the eastern border of Sentinel Land.Dany was in command of one of the outposts, and she now had more castles than ever.Sura Swiftarrow has been promoted, succeeding the honorably deceased Hadrisa as commander, while she remains a field officer in Warsong Gulch.Adele Moonfire also received a commission, but she was reluctant to be promoted because it would have meant greater responsibility—and less freedom. The Horde had established a defensive line across the river, but the Alliance recaptured Silverwing Outpost and quickly rebuilt it.The outpost would serve as a supply base should Union forces launch a counteroffensive.Tyrande blessed the restored Silverwing Outpost in Elune's name, and she and Shandris returned to Darnassus out of necessity.

It wasn't just them who went back. "It's a miracle to get them all back," Malfurion said as they watched the rest of the Alliance delegation gather for a new summit. "I really have to compliment you, dear." "Don't praise me. The Horde is still in Ashenvale, and we need to be united more than ever. Garrosh won't rest for long. He's biding his time: that's it." "It's still a hassle to get them here. I know they've agreed to send troops to Ashenvale, but you and I both know it's not that easy to keep the Horde in check for long." He hugged her. "As I said, I really praise you."

She accepts his hug, but explains it beforehand. "But it wasn't me...it was Varian who made them understand that." "Varian?" Before she could continue, the two noticed someone standing quietly beside them in the shadows.When the man realized they were looking at him, he finally stepped forward.It was Garrod.Even though his wounds had been healed by the Sisterhood of Elune and he was now back to optimal health, the expression on Jarod's face was that of a dying man. "High Priestess, please forgive me... if you can." "I won't forgive you for calling me High Priestess, Jarod Shadowsong...you should call me Tyrande. As for the reason for your apology, I don't think so." Her expression became Grieve. "I was the one who was most at fault. Poor Maiev! I should have noticed how she was slowly being consumed by madness! I can only thank you and my husband for preventing a greater disaster from happening!"

"But she escaped." "No one will blame you for this, Jarod," Malfurion interjected. "Especially us." He straightened up. "Still, I swear to you both that I will find her. She must get justice, and it must be done by me." "Be careful that you don't follow your sister's path of obsession," Malfurion warned. "I understand your words. I will be careful in this regard, but I will not shirk my responsibility." The High Priestess agreed. "No one can deny that you have this right, and you have proved your ability, Jarod... This goes back to my original intention. Obviously not all the watchers know about Maiev's conspiracy, and I want to serve Those who have vindicated themselves appoint a new leader. However, the Warden does not play the same role as we would have you do, Jarod."

"Me? I don't understand." "You once commanded soldiers for us on the battlefield—even demigods. With my husband's approval, I would like you to lead a new police force to deal with some troubles... such as Maiev." "I am honored...and will gladly accept." "Sarah Hill would be very proud of you, Jarod," the High Priestess added. He wanted to answer, but no sound came out of his throat.His mind was full of Sarah Hill's face, and for a moment he forgot that Tyrande and Malfurion were standing in front of him. "I...would love to think so," he finally replied. "Let's hope so. She's far more alive than I am. She should have survived."

"It's not our choice. But we can choose to honor the dead by continuing to live." "Your words sound exactly like what Sarah Hill said." The High Priestess placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "As for Maiev, Shandris will assist you in selecting suitable candidates from the Sentinels to join your new team." "I thank all three of you." "We'll talk about it later when this is over." "I won't let you down." Garald bowed and left quickly. As Tyrande and Malfurion walked toward the summit, Malfurion leaned over and whispered, "Send him to Shandris? What are you doing?"

"For the future..." she replied with a considerate smile, "when it is more suitable for them." At this time, they had already walked among the representatives of various countries, so Malfurion didn't say any more.He noticed the last group of emissaries take their seats quickly, and knew that meant Varian Wrynn had arrived.Sure enough, Tyrande touched his hand quietly.The archdruid glanced in her direction, seeing Varian striding to his seat.Although he was the one who managed to bring the delegates back together, Varian sat with them.The King of Stormwind sat down, then looked up at Malfurion.

The archdruid understood what he meant.He stepped forward, and raised his staff.The hall was silent. "We thank you all for being our guests again." When he spoke, Tyrande stood beside him. "After what happened in Ashenvale, time is more precious. So, if there is no objection, one of you wants to speak, and I believe his words are worth hearing." He pointed a finger at Varian. "Everyone, he is King Varian Wrynn of Stormwind City..." The other sovereigns and delegates began to applaud, but Varian waved them to silence.He looked at everyone in the venue, then shook his head.

"You shouldn't be applauding me. You shouldn't be applauding a man who governs with anger instead of reason." His self-reproach set off an uneasy murmur in the audience.Malfurion glanced at Tyrande, who smiled encouragingly. "This rage without cause or purpose has brought me disaster, and everything I have cherished and worked for will only lead to the division of the alliance" - Varian's expression makes it impossible to disagree with his words - — "And for the latter point, I apologize." Any apology was no small matter for Varian, and no one present would think less of him for it.His feats in Ashenvale have become a legend, though he himself would not have it be seen that way.

"Varian Wrynn, who ruled by anger, is dead!" he announced aloud. "But before he died, he understood that the fault was not in his anger, but in himself! Both rage and anger must have a purpose! Defending the country is the right anger! Protecting the family and friends is the right anger! Let It is justifiable rage to keep loved ones away from the threat of the enemy..." "Yes, yes!" Sargas Anweimar roared enthusiastically.The other dwarves looked at him, but their reaction to him was more satisfaction than annoyance. "And now is the time to direct that fury to its target!" the Lord of Stormwind continued without pausing. "Now is the time when we need werewolves the most, not just because of their rage and enthusiasm, but also because they can guide us to unleash our anger safely and correctly! Only in this way can we defeat the Horde, as I say, maybe And kill that terrifying black dragon, Deathwing!"

Malfurion finally understood what Varian meant by saying that, so he nodded.Tyrande leaned over and whispered, "See? We were confident that this would work out, and it did." "You have faith. I'm still learning." At this moment, the King of Stormwind shook his fist violently. "Once again the Horde wants to take Ashenvale! And they'll try again! If we don't fight back, we're doomed! They see Azeroth as a new world, and only their brutality can Tame them! But we will have the power to match them, to fight the Horde and any other foe again and again, until the Alliance and Azeroth are at peace!" His words elicited more angry murmurs.Yet under the rage is a growing identity, and the different factions have a common goal.Archmage Twosh nodded to Drukan, who shook his head in reply.Gilbin and the gnomes gathered together, chatting in low voices, looking back at Varian with obvious admiration - something gnomes rarely show to a warrior other than an inventor. Varian's words hit everyone's heart, and even the three dwarf clans were united for a while.Buoyed by their reaction, Varian went a step further. "Rage. Rage. We feel it now. This is what we need to stand against the cruelty of the Horde! These... and more..." Varian gestured to someone far beyond the entrance, and another mission walked in.A horn blew...and then the national anthem of Gilneas. The werewolves, led by Genn Greymane, stepped in again in their shocking wolf form.When they walked into the venue, the werewolves spread out, showing their mighty power to everyone. The werewolf leader stood in front of Varian, beating his chest in respect.He looked up at the other person, waiting patiently. Varian didn't look back at him, but said to everyone present. "The last time we were at this meeting, the Archdruid demanded a verbal vote for Gilneas and the worgen to officially join the Alliance! And today, I ask you to cast your vote again! What do the rest of you say?" "Yes!" Kurland shouted. "Yes!" The other dwarves immediately followed suit. A dignified draenei woman stood up. "I am Ishana, the High Priestess of Aldor who speaks for the Prophet! The Draenei vote for it!" Next, Theramore and the rest of the Alliance repeated their previous votes.Malfurion watched the vote with Tyrande in one arm.They had no intention of coming out to host the summit; it was Varian's gathering, unless he had other plans. The king made his rounds, and the crowd watched him expectantly. "Stormwind, yes!" Varian shouted triumphantly. "Gilneas and werewolves are full members of the Alliance!" The werewolves howled cheerfully.Far beyond the venue, other howls came from the direction of their camp. But Genn Greymane did not howl.The werewolf leader stood solemnly before Varian. "It is our pleasure!" declared the King of Gilneas. "And we salute you, Varian Wrynn of Stormwind! We salute the champions of Ashenvale!" At this moment, the werewolf and other representatives at the conference all cheered. Malfurion eventually left Tyrande and walked to the Lord of Stormwind.Varian gratefully allowed Malfurion to continue the presidency, but he said he had something to say to the archdruid privately before doing so. "When I arrived, a draenei messenger sent a letter from my son. He assured me that he would return to Stormwind after completing his studies in the Way of the Light..." Varian wondered looked at Malfurion. "Did you or the High Priestess help in any way?" "Absolutely not. I assure you that this good news was Anduin's own decision! I didn't know anything about it until you told me, and I swear Tyrande did the same. She wouldn't be right about this kind of thing I will keep it a secret, let alone tell you..." The king let out a sigh of relief. "It made his promise even more welcome!" Varian continued to revel in the thought of his son's return, and the archdruid patted him on the shoulder in congratulations before proceeding to chair the summit in his place.However, if Varian thought his role was over, he was dead wrong. "We welcome Gilneas and werewolves!" cried the night elf. "The werewolves are also welcome to live here forever and build a new home with the night elves!" The werewolves howled to express their gratitude, and the envoys and entourages from all over the world began to applaud again. When they fell silent, Malfurion spoke again, "But there is one man we must welcome. He who united us, who made the future of the Alliance finally clear! He is Varian Wrynn , King of Stormwind!" Not even the Dark Iron Dwarves objected.The countries of the alliance are like one, they cheered the name of the king of Stormwind over and over again. Varian just wanted to hide behind at the moment, but he couldn't help doing the opposite, walking over to the night elf's side. The crowd continued to chant, "Varian! Varian!" The object of their cheer shook his head in protest, but no one seemed to care what he thought. At some point, Malfurion had quietly walked back to Tyrande's side.Varian stood there, looking back at the crowd below.They see him not only as the defender of Ashenvale, but also as their hope for the future.He watched them... knowing he would never be the same Varian again.He will never again abandon his allies for their mistakes, as Varian finally realizes that he is nothing compared to them. "I'll do my best..." he whispered. "I swear I will... Anduin." Behind him, the Archdruid and High Priestess watched contentedly. "You are right, Tyrande," Malfurion said. "This is beyond my imagination...he will be able to lead the Alliance to new heights. The madness of Deathwing has brought us this new Azeroth, and it is our turn to fight the Horde. needed." "A whole new peak," she agrees. "Perhaps even... a new era?" The archdruid frowned. "If only the Horde can be defeated. If Deathwing doesn't show up again, revealing some more sinister plot. And you and I doubt that damned dragon wants to..." She touched his cheek apprehensively. "You've got to see some good in what happened today. I thought you would." "Yes... yes... I found out—" the archdruid paused, completely forgetting the topic they were discussing for a while.He gazed at Varian Wrynn, while the king was engrossed in the summit, telling the others what they needed to do next as far as Ashenvale was concerned. At this moment, Varian felt an aura appearing around him, making him more confident in his decision.He didn't need to ask who the aura was.There can only be one answer. And Malfurion saw from afar that, in that instant, the image of Goldrinn - Lakash - overlapped with Varian.Malfurion is not a person who loves to imagine, he knows that the scene in front of him is neither the product of confusion in his mind, nor the illusion of his eyes. The archdruid glanced at Tyrande. "Yes," she whispered. "You read that right. Goldrinn chose its warriors...they were of one kind. The ancient wolf god: it is said that at the beginning of creation it howled at the moon to fight against Elune's divine power. Perhaps, through this Choosing it is also redemptive in Elune's eyes." She looked at the human. "What a great choice! Varian Wrynn does have the soul of the pack, the heart of the pack... and all our hopes for the future..." He looked at everything in front of him - and listened to Tyrande's words - Malfurion Stormrage suddenly felt lighter.He knew death would take him away, perhaps sooner than he had prayed for.Since realizing this, the archdruid has been unable to shake off the fear in his heart.Those who succeed him will carry unimaginable burdens...and he can no longer protect them. But now Malfurion realized his own arrogance.He needn't worry.Azeroth will find new champions to carry the banner, and they will do everything in their power to protect the world, and may even finally achieve true lasting peace. No matter who they are, no matter where they come from.Varian Wrynn, scion of the ancient wolf god, will lead them.