vncnus Chapter 1606 Rumors
Chapter 1606 Rumors
Chapter 1606 Rumors
"You mean... Wonderland?"
In the magnificent throne room of Stormwind City, King Varian Wrynn sat on the throne with a majestic demeanor like a lion king in his prime.
The farmer, kneeling on one knee in the round hall below the throne, couldn't help but shrink under the pressure of this majestic aura, even though he knew that the king looked fierce but was very gentle to his people and friends.
Varian was very patient with the farmer's fear and did not rush him.
With the gentle reminder from the guard beside him, the farmer finally came to his senses and stammered:
"Your Majesty, yes, yes, fairyland.
That was a week ago, I was collecting herbs for my sick wife by Crystal Lake, and although I was careful, really, I tried very hard to avoid the gathering places and patrol territories of the murlocs by Crystal Lake.
But a group of fishmen still discovered me. They rushed towards me, howling and waving dark brown harpoons and spears in their hands.
I thought I was dead, but just as the group of fishmen were about to pounce on me, I suddenly felt my body sink and I fell on my butt on the hard ground.
Holy Spirit, I have never seen a marble floor so white, so neat, and so beautiful.
All the fishmen disappeared. I was very scared, so I stood up and looked around. Then I saw a fairyland that only appeared in fairy tales! "
At this point, the farmer was so nervous that he could hardly breathe and sweat was all over his forehead.
King Varian signaled the guard to hand the farmer a glass of water. He waited patiently for him to finish drinking before asking, "Tell me, what does the so-called 'fairyland' look like?"
After drinking the 'royal water', the farmer seemed to be less frightened and impatient. He organized his words before continuing:
“Your Majesty, the climate and geographical location of Fairyland seem to be completely different from those of Elwynn Forest.
There are grasslands and forests there, but those beautiful green plants are just garden decorations. Ah, just like our Stormwind Garden District used to be.
The marble roads that extend in all directions separate the forest and green plants. I stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance but still couldn't see the end of the road.
The sky in the fairyland is as blue as a gem, with just the right amount of white clouds hanging in the sky.
When I tried to look far away, I could vaguely see a huge black shadow.
At first I thought it was a mountain range, then I realized it was actually an extremely magnificent castle!
Please forgive my rudeness, Your Majesty. But I swear to the Holy Light that the castle in the fairyland is at least ten times larger than Stormwind City! "
King Varian leaned forward slightly and looked at the farmer. "Ten times? Are you sure?"
Stormwind City, the capital of Stormwind Kingdom, can be said to be the most magnificent city in the entire Eastern Kingdom. Especially after the fall of the capital of Lordaeron, Stormwind City has become the supreme capital of all mankind.
Could it be ten times bigger than the highest capital of mankind? If the farmer wasn't exaggerating, then...
"Go on." Varian's tone became much more serious.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The farmer was a little frightened, but he bowed awkwardly and said:
“Further away in the castle, I saw a scene that I will never forget.
Two giant trees that reach from the sky to the ground are entangled and spiral upward, breaking through the clouds and connecting to the starry sky above.
World Tree? Teldrassil? The first thing that came to Varian's mind was Teldrassil, the World Tree that carried the night elf capital Darnassus.
“At that time, I felt as if my soul had been sucked away, and I involuntarily walked towards the spiral twin trees.
But after taking a few steps, I was stopped.
She was a tall and very beautiful lady. Her skin was as dark as black jade but shiny, her facial features were like those of an Arathi, and she was wearing a white robe made of smooth and exquisite fabric.
She stood in front of me, her tone was very gentle but very firm. She called herself God's maid and said that ahead was God's residence and mortals could not approach it at will.
But since I can meet the twin sacred trees, it means that I have a certain destiny.
After saying that, she raised her hand and picked up a shining "water drop" from the sky in her palm.
'It is a strong desire that draws you to the realm of God, and this will be the gift that fulfills your desire, Arkhan Peyton.'
She pronounced my name so naturally, and then the surrounding scenery changed, and I found myself back in front of the wooden house on the outskirts of Goldshire.
This is my home. I pushed open the door in a daze and found my wife still lying on the bed, coughing sickly.
And then, and then…”
A complex expression suddenly appeared on the farmer's face. It could be said to be fear and horror, or it could be said to be gratitude and admiration.
"Then, I found myself holding in my hand a flower I had never seen before.
The flower shone with all the colors of the sun, like the stars plucked from heaven by the handmaiden of the gods."
Varian leaned forward, his upper body almost sticking out of the throne, staring at the farmer:
"Flowers? Did they really appear in your hands? It wasn't an arcane magic creation spell, nor was it some kind of sleight of hand?"
"I, I don't understand the arcane magic or creation you're talking about, Your Majesty. But the flower definitely appeared in my hand."
"And then? Alhan Payton, keep talking, don't pause!"
Although his Majesty is a good king, he seems a little impatient. The farmer cleared his throat and said:
"I didn't know what was going on at the time, I just walked up to my wife, Alina, put the flower to her mouth and kept saying 'Eat it, eat it Alina'.
Elina loves me very much and listens to me very much. Even if I hold a flower of unknown origin in my hand, she still obediently tears off the petals one by one and puts them in her mouth to chew.
She said that the petals were the sweetest and most delicious thing she had ever tasted, sweeter than honey. As she spoke, I saw that Elina's face gradually became rosy, and she no longer looked as sick as before.
Holy light, my dear Elina just walked down from the bed naturally, as relaxed and happy as when we first got married. "
As he spoke, the farmer trembled and fell to his knees, his hands clasped in front of him, tears streaming from the corners of his tightly closed eyes:
"Your Majesty, everything I said is true, and I have absolutely no intention of deceiving you.
I am just a farmer, a rough man who can hardly read or write, but I swear on my life that it is definitely not some evil witchcraft or the devil's trick.
It was God who saved me and my wife. I only hated myself for being so stupid and not having the courage to ask the true God’s name.
I have told you everything I know, please let me go home, I want to be reunited with my wife."
Seeing the farmer like this, Varian sighed and said, "I am not looking for you to blame, farmer Arhan. Thank you for the information you provided. After you receive a gold coin reward from the guards, I will send someone to take you home. Don't worry."
After seeing off the farmer who thanked him repeatedly, Varian leaned back on the throne.
God's wonderland?
"His Majesty."
At this moment, two green lights lit up in the darkness of the curtain behind Varian's throne, and a hoarse and low voice sounded.
"Gene, you heard it all. What do you think... this so-called 'fairyland' is?" Varian asked without turning his head.
For a moment, it seemed that a white-maned werewolf in a black suit walked out of the curtain, but the person who actually walked out was a tall and burly old man with silver hair. He was wearing a black suit, and although he was old, he had a firm face, and even a little bit of the wolf's cruelty and cunning could be seen in him.
"Whatever it is, the healing power of that flower is comparable to the Holy Blessing cast by the Archbishop.
I have sent people to investigate the farmer's wife's illness, and ordinary treatments are unable to cure the root of the disease.
In these troubled times, the sudden emergence of a force is not a good sign, Your Majesty.
In addition, our fleet has sent back an emergency report."
This old man is Genn Greymane, King of Gilneas, and a close friend of King Varian.
Varian pinched his brows and said, "What's going on this time? A fairyland appeared on the sea?"
"No, it's a ship. No one can stop it. It can ride the wind and waves and even fly in the sky."
"Ship? Flying?" Varian looked at Genn in surprise: "Isn't this a trick of arcane magic?"
"You cannot attribute everything that cannot be explained by common sense to arcane magic, Your Majesty.
According to the fleet's report, the ship seemed to be only interested in plundering and destroying pirates who harassed civilians, and the people gave it the name "The Thief".
But one man swore that he saw its name engraved on the stern of the ship.
'The Nautilus.'"