Cunning

"Varian?! I can't believe Neltharion himself failed to kill you! Hahaha! In that case, you'll die by my hand!"

The High Elf who appeared at Varian's bedside was none other than Onyxia's brother, the Black Dragon Prince Nefarian. As a dragon, he didn't take Leiluo and his companions seriously at all. He lunged straight at the five of them.

Valera supported Lo'Gosh, who had fallen to his knees. Regar and Brol stood beside them, ready for anything.

Unfortunately, just as Nefarian was about to reach them, a hulking figure appeared at their side. Nefarian went flying back even faster than he had come, knocked away by a blow.

"Boom!"

Nefarian crashed through several pieces of expensive furniture. Valera, who knew their worth, felt her heart ache just looking at them. Regar and Brol, meanwhile, found the whole thing absurd. Nefarian had just been loudly threatening to kill them, yet he'd been dealt with in the blink of an eye. After bracing themselves for a fight, Regar and Brol felt as if their intelligence had been insulted.

"Y-You're Leiluo?!"

Sitting on the bed, Varian now saw by the moonlight streaming through the doorway who the man standing in front of Regar and Brol was. He could hardly believe that the Great Chieftain of the Horde had appeared in Stormwind City, let alone in his bedroom.

Hearing Varian call out, Regar, standing behind Leiluo, seemed to go completely blank. His eyes were vacant, his pupils shrunk to pinpoints. He stiffly turned his head and stared dumbly at Leiluo's back, repeating over and over,

"—He's Leiluo... He's really Leiluo... Leiluo..."

Leiluo grabbed Regar by his dazed face with one hand, then said gravely,

"Get ready to retreat."

Then Leiluo turned to Varian.

"Varian, come with me. I'll find a way to resolve your