The War Criminal Daelin

Nefarian left with his sister's corpse. Thorin and the Dark Iron Dwarves blocked the Black Tooth Orcs, so Leiluo and the others were able to leave Blackrock Tower with Anduin without incident.

But on the way back to Stormwind City, another complication arose. It had to do with the very reason they had gone to Blackrock Tower: Varian's son, the Prince of the Kingdom of Stormwind, Anduin Wrynn.

For some unknown reason, after leaving Blackrock Tower, Anduin's fever wouldn't break. Varian was deeply worried, but Brol the Druid, the most knowledgeable about medicine among the five of them, examined Anduin and concluded that all his vital signs were normal. In fact, compared to an ordinary infant, Anduin was even stronger.

By the time Leiluo and the others reached the outskirts of Goldshire, a thin layer of dragon scales had appeared on Anduin's skin.

"Anduin may have turned out this way because of what Onyxia did before she died. Since the Holy Light hasn't reacted to this power, it shouldn't harm him."

Though Leiluo was talking about Anduin's condition, his eyes never left Varian.

There was no denying that Varian was sincere and magnanimous, yet remarkably attentive in how he handled things. His strength and gentleness were perfectly balanced, giving him a unique charm that made those around him instinctively trust him and turn their eyes toward him.

"Leiluo, my friend, I don't know how to express my gratitude. If we ever meet on the battlefield, I'll make sure to give you a wide berth!"

To be honest, if you were a man and another man held your hand while talking to you, you'd probably find it off-putting. Leiluo felt the same way. But now Varian was holding his hand, and Leiluo didn't feel uncomfortable. Instead, he found himself admiring Varian's