It is very inappropriate for a soldier to rashly attack a strong enemy on an unfamiliar battlefield.
Although warriors generally behave very recklessly, in fact, warriors who can survive thousands of fierce battles are definitely real masters.
They are good at reconnaissance before the attack and cover and evacuation after the attack. In fact, if you have a qualified soldier accompanying you on the real battlefield, it will definitely be the luckiest thing.
And now, in this dark land, Varian looked at Lord Tyrion, who was wearing an elf robe and dressed very relaxedly. After the initial surprise and vigilance, Varian, who was unarmed, quickly
After calming down, Varian did not show much hesitation when faced with the invitation from the great lord. He could probably guess where this place was from the surrounding wilderness where the cold wind of the Lingling Realm was blowing.
The legendary world of death, the home of the dead.
This is Tyrion's territory. If he wants to kill Varian, he only needs to move his fingers and there is no need to go through these messy steps. Therefore, this is really an ordinary drinking invitation.
So Varian didn't hesitate for too long. He nodded and looked around, but there was no place to sit down.
The high lord took a step forward, and tables and chairs made of pure ice appeared next to Varian. Tyrion glanced at the half-weathered demon skeleton at his feet, and he said softly:
"Very good. It seems that you are much luckier than the last living creature that came here."
The two wine glasses were placed on the ice table. The high lord tilted the wine bottle in his other hand and poured two glasses of blood wine into the crystal glasses. He sat very comfortably on another chair and crossed his legs.
Then looking at Varian in front of him, he spread his hands:
"Sorry, I don't often receive outsiders here. I've been away from your world for too long. I don't know what style you are popular now. In short, after drinking this glass of wine, get out of here."
"I'm very busy."
As he spoke, the great lord picked up the wine glass, raised it towards Varian, and then poured the wine as red as blood into his mouth. He looked at Varian who said nothing and said:
"I guess you are thinking about why you tore open Lothar's scroll and came to my world. What I want to tell you is that this is not an accident."
The high lord's answer made Varian raise his head. He picked up the wine glass that exuded a faint smell of blood, shook it slightly in his hand, and looked at Tyrion:
"So, was that scroll originally for my adoptive father Lothar? It's between you and him."
"No, no, it's not me."
Tyrion showed a warm smile and explained:
"The scroll was given to Lothar by an "old friend". It was a scroll with Bwonsamdi's power of death attached to it, which could preserve Lothar's soul. However, the old man refused to use it and instead left it with
As your successor, you have to understand that this should have been Bwonsamdi's job, but now Bwonsamdi is my subordinate and he is quite busy, so I am here for him, are you ready to complete this contract?"
"etc!"
Varian said in a deep voice:
"What kind of contract is this? I don't know the content yet!"
"Please."
The great lord rolled his eyes helplessly. He pointed to the wilderness of the dead world ahead and the prototype of Dark Blade City in the distance. He said:
"This is the land of the dead. What else do you want to do when you come here?"
"It's nothing more than an "immortality" contract. While you are the emperor of the empire, the hell of death will not take away your soul, but once you step down, die of old age, or are kicked off the throne of the emperor, then your soul will return to you."
Me."
"Sorry, I refuse!"
Varian stood up and drank the blood wine in one gulp. The unique coldness of the undead wine flowed through his body, making his soul feel as if he was in extreme cold, but it was not painful.
, instead made his soul vision become sharper, as if all the dust and haze had been wiped away.
The human king raised his empty wine glass towards Tyrion and said:
"Thank you for the wine, but I don't need your contract. My adoptive father has pointed out the way for me. The emperor of the human empire does not rely on this kind of "blessing" to become noble. I won't."
"Pa"
Before Varian finished speaking, the bone seal in Tyrion's hand had already been placed on his heart. The seal was like a spirit body, penetrating Varian's clothes and his flesh and blood.
Imprinted into the heart, directly into the soul. After everything last night, the high lord moved his shoulders and threw another sealed scroll into Varian's hands. He left without looking back and waved his hand:
"Okay, the contract is established, you can leave."
"In addition, when you die of old age, I will personally collect your soul and tell your successor casually that when he puts on the emperor's crown, don't forget to open this scroll! From now on, this will be the human race
The only form of inheritance passed down by the emperor."
"So Varian"
"See you again after 87 years!"
The high lord's voice faded away, and Varian touched his heart. He wanted to rush over to the high lord to ask for an explanation, but the moment he took a step forward, the ice table and chair beside him suddenly shattered at this moment, like
They were endless bright fragments shining in mid-air. All the images of the death world in front of him were distorted at this moment. Even Tyrion's back in front of him became distorted and chaotic, reflected in the broken vision in front of him.
, just like a black ghost made up of dark fragments.
All this was like a sudden dream, the most terrifying nightmare.
"Shua"
Varian's eyes opened at this moment, and he saw the dome above his head decorated with murals of the Legend of Holy Light. His perception returned to his body, allowing him to move his head and look at the surrounding decorations. This is not the Cathedral of the Holy Light. This is
It's New Stormwind City, the Winter Palace, this is his dormitory, but it's obvious
"Varian, you finally wake up!"
Queen Valeera's cry of surprise rang in Varian's ears. The next moment, a perfect body rushed into his arms. Varian stroked his wife's long hair in a daze and asked in a low voice.
:
"Why am I here? How long has it been?"
"3 days."
Valeera looked at her husband worriedly, and whispered:
"It has been three days since we left Baita City Port and returned home. I thought you were under some kind of curse, but His Majesty Faao said that this is a process. He said that this is what an emperor must go through.
During the process, he said everything is normal, how are you? Do you feel okay?"
"Ah, it's like having a nightmare."
Varian rubbed his head and took his other hand out of the quilt. He looked at the not heavy scroll in his other hand. Only he could see the pale light shining on the scroll.
Tell him that what happened just now was not a dream.
The gladiator king shook his head. He felt that his mind was in a mess now. He needed some time to be alone, so he said to his wife:
"My dear, I need a glass of wine and a meal. I'm very hungry. Valeera, didn't your Majesty say anything else?"
"Before I leave, Your Majesty Faao asked me to tell you."
Valeela stood up, straightened her hair, and said to Varian:
"His Majesty said, let you make all preparations. He will declare the will of the Holy Light, but you still need to solve worldly problems yourself. Oh, by the way, we have a special guest, he is already waiting in the Winter Palace.
You have been here for a day, he said, and he is your swordsmanship instructor."
"Muradin?"
Ten minutes later, Varian, who had hastily finished a simple meal, appeared in the palace's drawing room in his regular clothes. This was a private drawing room that was usually only used to receive Varian's personal friends.
For the current officials of the Kingdom of Stormwind, it is a very honorable thing to be invited to talk in the king's private living room. Although Varian is currently only the diplomatic and national symbol of the kingdom, in fact,
His status in the hearts of the people has directly surpassed that of Emperor Lothar. For the people of the Kingdom of Stormwind, if the empire needs a new emperor, then their king is definitely the most perfect candidate.
"Muradin!"
Varian immediately spotted the short man sitting on the sofa with his back to him. He quickly walked forward and sat opposite Muradin. He looked at the hooded diamond dwarf in front of him. He knew what was happening.
The accident happened to Muradin, but he didn't care what became of his friend. For an emotional person like Varian, a friend is a friend, and no matter what he became, he would still be a friend.
"Why do you have time to come to my place?"
Varian asked with a smile: "Aren't you studying the secrets passed down by your ancestors in Ulduar?"
Seeing the heroic Varian, the old dwarf was also very happy. Muradin replied in his own "sonorous" voice:
"I came to talk to you about something important, but you seem to have become different. Your vitality is very strong, like a sun that will never go out, and like a river that will never dry up.
, have you had any adventures?"
"Alas, it's hard to put it into words, but it will eventually dry up one day."
Varian said to himself:
"Just after 87 years, I already know the date of my death. Forget it, let's not talk about it. Muradin, do you have anything important to do here?"
"Yes, and it's very important!"
When talking about business, a look of seriousness appeared on Muradin's diamond face, and he said in a deep voice:
"I heard the call of the World Spirit, Varian, and I became Elune's spokesperson. The World Spirit told me that the greatest crisis in Azeroth is coming, and I must unite all civilized forces to deal with this.
Everything, you are a very important member of the human empire, and I have heard the recent rumors about the emperor's throne. I am here to ask you, Varian."
"Are you willing to become the emperor of the empire? If you are willing, I will persuade the dwarves to support you! I will also persuade other forces to support you! As long as you can gather the power of the human empire together as quickly as possible
!I need you to be on our side!”
Muradin's question made Varian's face become more serious. The human king looked at his swordsmanship instructor and said:
"Muradin, I thought you didn't like politics."
"I really don't like it!"
The dwarf said calmly:
"I and the world spirit behind me just need a united human empire!"
"We not only need you, we also need night elves, we also need those stinking orcs, cunning trolls and tauren, even centaurs! Even bugs! We need all the power in this world, whether they are civilized or not
Race! Varian, this will be an alliance that truly spans Azeroth. I have persuaded those neutral organizations, the Blighters, Cenarion, the Earthen Ring, and even the Assassins. We will work together to deal with the threats from the stars.
Threat in!"
"The disputes within the empire will weaken your strength, and when the doomsday war comes, weakening means defeat! We have no chance to try again, Varian. On the battlefield of the doomsday, we will need
You and your empire, so tell me"
"Are you willing to be the emperor? Do you want to be the emperor? Frankly speaking, I don't like the other kings of you humans! Little Arthas may be very good, but he is still a little worse than you."
The diamond dwarf jumped off the sofa, supported the table with his arms, looked at Varian in front of him, and asked in a one-shot deal tone:
"So, give me an accurate word!"
"As for you becoming the emperor, do you want to do it or not?"
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