Suddenly gaining immense power is like a beggar becoming rich overnight; it's easy to lose control of it.
Anduin was still a child, and blessed by the Holy Light, he truly believed that he was Invincible and could do whatever he wanted.
The slap landed hard on Varian's face, but it felt like a blow to his heart.
For the first time, Varian realized that he had to take Anduin seriously. He began to understand that Anduin was not just a child; he carried the royal blood of House Wrynn and extraordinary ambition.
A sense of panic rose in Varian's heart.
Anduin the air and kicked King Varian in the face.
He felt he was already an adult, smarter than anyone else, and capable of becoming a wise King, a great Savior, the shepherd of Azeroth. He had to rescue the great Savior Thrall.
A powerful Power of the Holy Light enveloped Anduin, filling him with confidence. His father was a fool to refuse to save the great Savior Thrall; such a glorious and noble honor was unforgivable.
A large hand grabbed Anduin by the back of his neck, Anduin's limbs flailed futilely in the air, like a captured little turtle.
It was Duke Bolvar who made the move. Although Anduin inherited Power of the Holy Light, he was still just a child. His understanding of the use of Holy Light and combat techniques was far inferior to that of the experienced Duke Bolvar.
"You unfilial son, what use are you to me?"
King Varian was furious. With a whoosh, he drew his sword and slashed down fiercely.
Duke Bolvar quickly stopped the impulsive Varian, advising him in a low voice:
"King Majesty, this matter must be handled with caution. I watched Anduin grow up; he shouldn't have committed such a rebellious act, especially now that he has suddenly gained such powerful Power of the Holy Light. There must be a conspiracy involved."
"Damn it, damn it, I will never let him get away with this! He actually tried to kill his own father!"
For some reason, it seemed to stir up painful memories, Varian became extremely irritable, completely ignoring Duke Bolvar's advice.
Fortunately, Varian was no match for Bolvar. He swung his sword at Anduin dozens of times, but Duke Bolvar easily dodged them all.
Anduin, who was firmly held by Bolvar, felt the cold, sharp sword grazing his body and was terrified. He quickly burst into tears.
"You still have the nerve to cry? What have you done, you unfilial son!" Varian was furious and wouldn't let it go. Bolvar had no choice but to say, "Your King, Anduin is the Prince appointed by the Guardian Medivh."
Upon hearing the Guardian Medivh, King Varian froze, gripping his sword and sitting bolt upright on his throne, completely dumbfounded.
Boom!
A powerful aura enveloped the entire council hall. Behind the Black Dragon Princess, a cluster of jet-black dragon wings unfurled, and powerful black Flames swirled around her as she charged straight in.
With a wicked smile, the Black Dragon Princess waved her hand, and Black Dragon Princess Duke Bolvar's hand went empty Anduin flew through the air and landed in her grasp.
Looking at this terrifying woman, the awe-inspiring Countess Prestor, Prince Highness was so frightened that he forgot to cry.
"Look what I missed, a good show of father and son killing each other, just like..." The Black Dragon Princess at King Varian, revealing a meaningful smile, and then sniffed Anduin.
"The familiar scent of Orcs... Oh! Oh! It seems even a Black Dragon can make mistakes sometimes. So Garona's target was you, poor Prince Anduin."
Upon hearing the name Garona, Varian turned pale, and Bolvar frowned.
The Black Dragon Princess revealed a mocking expression, pinching Anduin's cheek hard. "What an adorable little Prince, how could you be willing to stay with an ugly and Evil woman?"
"Mrs. Angel is not ugly," Prince Anduin said stubbornly.
"Paula Angel, that rising fortune teller, she's Garona! Good heavens, I should have known!" The Black Dragon Princess shook her head in annoyance, her right hand transforming into a black dragon claw, which she swung forward fiercely.
"Garona, I've captured you. You will become my meal, and I will turn your skull into a wine vessel to be part of my collection."
The Black Dragon Princess let out a series of wild laughs, spread her wings, and soared into the sky.
Dark clouds rolled across the sky, obscuring the sun. The Black Dragon Princess didn't want the people to see her true form, so she often used these clouds to conceal herself. Clearly, the Black Dragon Princess knew something about the fortune teller Paula Angel, and knew her residence. To avoid any unforeseen complications, she rushed there immediately.
Prince Anduin, puzzled, asked Duke Bolvar, "Who is Garona?"
"The fortune teller Paula Angel almost became your grandmother's woman," Bolvar said casually.
Anduin disbelief, collapsing to the ground with a thud, feeling a chill run through his body.
When King Varian led his guards to Garona's residence, he found only devastation. The entire courtyard had been destroyed by the Black Dragon's Flames, and everything had turned to ashes.
Clearly, Garona had already fled by the time the Black Dragon Princess arrived, and in her rage, the Black Dragon could only vent her anger on this small courtyard.
The guards searched the entire courtyard but found no useful clues. Garona was a master; since she had anticipated the Black Dragon's arrival, she would surely erase all traces.
"Your King, please look at this."
A guard retrieved an object from the ashes: a sharp dagger, gleaming coldly. It had survived the Black Dragon's Flames, demonstrating its exceptional quality.
A line of small characters was engraved on the dagger:
"The King lies fallen in a pool of blood, and who is secretly rejoicing? Jaina."
Varian's gaze narrowed slightly as the dagger sliced a gash in his palm, drawing blood.
Since Garona escaped, the resentful Black Dragon Princess has been relentlessly pursuing her, neglecting King Varian in the process.
Carefully turning the corner and noticing that no one was following him, Varian breathed a sigh of relief. He secretly escaped Stormwind Keep, disguised as any adventurer he might encounter.
This was where Jaina had stayed in Stormwind City, the little house where she met Prince Anduin. After standing at the front door for a while, His Majesty the King hesitated for a moment before turning into a side alley and coming to the back window.
Driven by his ambition, Varian slipped through the back window like a petty thief.
"I have been waiting for you for a long time, King Varian."
A seductive, enchanting voice drifted over, and Varian saw Jaina sitting in a chair, dressed in a purple mage's robe, her back to Varian, the tight robe outlining her perfect figure.
"My son, Anduin, it was all your plan, Jaina!" Varian asked, his expression displeased.
"I'm just making you realize that a King without great power is nothing." Jaina didn't turn her head, remaining seated with her back to Varian, and continued, "I'm very pleased that you clearly understand this."
Remembering the slap Anduin had given him, Varian was enraged. He drew his sword and thrust it at Anduin.
The sword pierced through Jaina's body, but alas, it was merely an image.
"You see, I have to be careful too, so I've only left a shadow here." Jaina's shadow didn't turn around. "With magic, I can truly do whatever I want; that's the benefit of power."
"I know your purpose. You want me to rescue Thrall. Tell me, what benefits do you have to bribe me with?" Varian sheathed his sword and asked fiercely.
Jaina's image pointed to two wooden boxes placed to the side, then immediately withdrew her arm.
Upon opening one of the wooden boxes, a translucent, Spellstealer Wyrm emerged and coiled around Varian's palm. For some reason, Varian felt a sense of familiarity, a familiarity as if inherited from his bloodline.
"The House Wrynn possesses two souls, but this duality is not fully manifested in you, which is why you are qualified to return and inherit the throne," Jaina's image said quietly. "The power of the Wild God Lo'gosh has been successfully transferred to one of your brothers; this is half of his power. King Varian, are you satisfied with this deposit?"