"Anduin, you'd better explain your purpose. Otherwise, even I won't allow you to walk out of here." Although Anduin Wrynn's actions were exceedingly bold and rude, based on Rend's understanding of the little lion, he surely had not acted without reason. There had to be something that had driven him to take such a risk.
The eyes of every Horde leader fell upon Anduin Wrynn once more. At the same time, these powerful figures began releasing their imposing auras, intending to test the future king of Stormwind.
With so many powerful figures present, Anduin Wrynn found it hard to breathe. A sheen of sweat instantly formed across his body, and he stopped moving, because he felt that if he made even the slightest motion, he would be attacked.
Just then, an incomparably pure Holy Light appeared around Anduin Wrynn. This Holy Light was not powerful, but it helped him withstand most of the pressure.
The Horde's powerful figures also sensed this Holy Light, purer even than that of the Naaru. One after another, they withdrew their pressure and scrutinized the little lion with curiosity.
Once all the pressure had vanished, Anduin Wrynn straightened his chest. His youthful face turned solemn, making him seem like a young, vigorous little lion.
"Warchief, and all the Horde leaders, I intruded upon this council today for only one reason: I hope that when the Horde army attacks Stormwind, it can preserve the city as much as possible and avoid harming innocent civilians, just as it did with Theramore back then." The little lion, Anduin Wrynn, stated his purpose. The reason he had dared to risk his life by breaking into the Horde's war council was for Stormwind.
He was the prince of Stormwind and the heir of House Wrynn—the next king of Stormwind in