"If I don't do it, someone else will, so what's the difference?"
"I just want to live, to live better, to live more comfortably. The fault isn't mine, it's the world's."
Anduin's heart ached, he was in great pain, but he still nodded.
The woman smiled beautifully, like the bright moon in the sky, and a Silver Contract appeared before Anduin.
Anduin picked up the pen and signed his name on it.
It was already late, and the moon was quietly rising. Anduin his courage to say something.
A beam of snow-white light descended, enveloping the woman's ethereal body. Her feet left the ground, and she soared higher and higher along the beam of light, slowly waving to Anduin.
Faced with such a miracle, the others in the inn remained indifferent; the adventurers chattered noisily, the unruly women struck flirtatious poses, Bards sang enchanting tunes.
"So this miracle was only for me to see."
Anduin picked up the Booklet left by the woman, turned to the Kingdom of Stormwind, and familiar names jumped into his eyes.
In Elwynn Forest, inside a magnificent manor, Anduin finished the gathering of the Peace Dove.
After taking over the Peace Dove, and with his noble status Prince, Anduin was already the most powerful person in Kingdom of Stormwind.
Before being summoned at Stormwind Keep, Anduin took a moment to calm himself down. After taking control of the Peace Dove, he had come to fully understand the terror of the organization, and was so excited that he could hardly contain his excitement.
Anduin spotted a woman, a slender figure in a mage's robe, with a curvaceous figure from behind. She was the same height as Jaina, but with a better figure. A strand of white hair peeked out from under her hood, and she carried an inconspicuous staff.
Who is this woman?
Anduin quickly took a few steps forward and came to the woman.
Jaina, no, this is a White-haired Woman who looks remarkably like Jaina.
"Prince Anduin, what are you doing here?" asked the woman who looked remarkably like Jaina, her tone quite stern.
Anduin was about to question her about her identity, the woman whispered, "You took over the Peace Dove, didn't you? I have no interest in it whatsoever, which is why you got the better deal."
"Are you Jaina from Dalaran?" Anduin asked nervously.
A mysterious figure impersonating Jaina and becoming the leader of Dalaran —the mages of Dalaran are no fools. This suggests that the woman has a formidable force behind her, or that Dalaran is wary of her own strength. Either way, it's enough to Anduin wary.
The woman, who bore a striking resemblance to Jaina, smiled gently and said softly, "Do you know what Destiny is? Jaina shouldn't have died. She could have lived a long time, until the day the Orcs unified Azeroth. But she died prematurely. Destiny shifted, and it was only natural for me to take her place. I have something to discuss with your father; please wait a while."
Anduin nodded politely.
The woman took a few steps forward, then, as if remembering something, turned back and warned:
"As Jaina lay dying, the Peace Dove refused to help her, just as King Terenas's skull was smashed."
Anduin and said, "I will remember."
Shortly after the woman went inside, a guard came out to Anduin, indicating that the woman's negotiations with King Varian had not gone smoothly.
On his throne, King Varian suppressed his anger, his expression calm as he sized up Anduin, whose gaze was aggressive.
Behind the King stood four solemn-looking Court Mages; Anduin believed that many more powerful beings were lurking nearby.
"What did Jaina from Dalaran say?" Anduin asked first, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.
Varian scoffed, raised an eyebrow, and said coldly, "In the name of Dalaran, taking advantage of Garrosh's disappearance, the Alliance races invaded Orgrimmar and reduced the city to ruins. They dared to offend the Orcs; they're truly fearless. I rejected her."
"Who is this Jaina?" Anduin asked, knowing that SI:7 should be able to find some clues.
Varian shook his head, leaning lazily against the throne. "I've met Jainas these past few days— Orcs in disguise, Tauren in disguise, and even a Furbolg in disguise who wanted to marry me. There's also one who wanted to marry you. Since the fall of Theramore, many things have gone off track and become inexplicable."
Without waiting to be invited, Anduin found a seat and sat down. "So I came back."
Varian looked at Anduin with a complicated expression. "You've inherited the leadership of the Peace Dove, that's good. Jaina, that woman, has been bossing me around and acting all high and mighty. I've had enough of her. As the saying goes, 'A father and son don't hold grudges overnight.' Let bygones be bygones! Remember, this throne will be yours sooner or later."
As expected, Anduin inherited the Peace Dove, putting King Varian under immense pressure.
Anduin's expression softened, and his attitude improved considerably. "Father, the Lei Shen Ji Wudao wicked plot to destroy Azeroth. I need a large army to wipe out the Mogu."
Varian waved his hand and said, "Stormwind City is ready. An army of two thousand men and fifty ships are on standby."
Anduin stood up and said with dissatisfaction, "Father, you and I both know that this number of troops is far from enough."
Varian listened silently, then said, "I admit it, but even if the entire Kingdom of Stormwind were to go, and all the Alliance races were to fall in Pandaria, it would probably be difficult to harm the Mogu. Lei Shen Ji Wudao's strength is extraordinary, and the Mogu are tall with skin as hard as stone. How can our soldiers defeat them? Moreover, they have many allies."
"I understand, but I need fifty thousand soldiers," Anduin said firmly.
"Are you sure?" Varian asked, his eyes wide.
"I insist." Anduin's tone left no room for negotiation.
Varian turned to look at the four Court Mages.
Anduin replied enigmatically, "Father, last night I attended a gathering and saw the two mages behind you."
Varian couldn't figure out Anduin was lying. In this covert contest, Varian was unwilling to accept defeat, but he was clearly the loser.
"You!"
Pointing at Anduin's face, Varian tilted his head, speechless for a long time, finally managing a helpless bitter smile:
"Human life is as worthless as grass, and the common people are as insignificant as ants. The rise of every king requires the sacrifice of countless lives. Behind the word 'greatness' lie piles of bones, countless families torn apart, and innumerable human tragedies. Very well, Anduin, I'm entrusting you with fifty thousand soldiers. Do with them as you see fit."
Varian sat back on his throne and said indifferently, "I will send you all the ships to support your so-called Justice cause, but there is one thing: Stormwind City's granaries are empty, and the Cataclysm caused crop failures throughout Azeroth. You must find a way to solve this yourself."
Anduin and said, "Thank you, Father. I will prove to you that I am superior to you."
Holy Light enveloped Anduin, as bright as the midday sun. Varian shielded his face with his hand, the light so dazzling that he couldn't open his eyes.
Anduin he rode the Power of the Holy Light out of Stormwind Keep, whereupon the guards all knelt on one knee.
Before long, King Varian's hysterical shouts echoed from within Stormwind Keep.