Varian Wrynn, the 23-year-old king of Stormwind City.
He has experienced too many major events in his short life. When he was 14 years old, his father was assassinated on the throne by the half-orc assassin Garona, which directly caused the Kingdom of Stormwind to suffer a complete defeat in the face of the orc attack.
, the entire kingdom was forced into exile in northern Xinjiang.
When he was 16 years old, the orcs attacked Lordaeron. He saw with his own eyes the scene of the orcs surrounding the royal city of Lordaeron. The terrifying scene seemed familiar to him. He was very afraid that Lordaeron, which he regarded as his second home, would also fight with Lordaeron.
His homeland faced the same tragic situation, but Lordaeron finally survived.
When he was 18 years old, the orcs were completely defeated in the Burning Steppes, and the Second Orc War ended. Varian also ended his four-year exile, returned to the old site of Stormwind City, and took over his father's throne.
And now, he is 23 years old, and his short-lived rule over the Kingdom of Stormwind is about to end...his kingdom is once again forced to exile in the northern border, and this time...he has a premonition that it will be difficult for him to return to his homeland in his lifetime.
, so he decided to live and die with his country and his city.
But before that, he had to send away the two people he cared about most, his beloved Queen Tiffany, and his bloodline inheritance, the little prince Anduin Wrynn.
And now, the two people he cared about the most fell into the hands of his most terrifying enemy. Watching his son being held in the arms of the King of the Dead, this scene made Varian feel as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
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"Let Anduin go!"
Varian subconsciously raised his weapon and was about to rush towards Tyrion, but the Dark Blade King's fingers stayed on the neck of the unconscious Queen Tiffany. This action caused Varian's attack to be disintegrated before it even started.
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He stood helpless in front of the throne, not knowing what to do.
"You lack a kind of courage. You haven't found your true destiny yet. You haven't been able to become the Varian Wrynn in my memory. You haven't been able to become the ghost wolf that roams the world."
Tyrion said softly:
"You are not worthy of this name now!"
There was a hint of disappointment in the eyes of the Dark Blade King. He held the little prince in his arms and moved forward. Behind him, an invisible force pushed the queen's hospital bed to follow.
Tyrion strolled past Varian who was standing there blankly. He looked at the throne behind the king, turned around, and sat on it, leaning on the cold stone seat, his ice blue eyes
There is a touch of nostalgia in it.
"Seven years ago, at Lake Lordaeron outside the city of Lordaeron, I met you...and Prince Arthas of Lordaeron and his sister. At that time, you were very brave and faced the impossible.
You would choose to fight against a defeated opponent, but now? Have you lost that courage?"
"Threatening me with the lives of children and women, how can a despicable person like you have the courage to do so?"
Varian's gauntlet clasped his long sword tightly. He looked at Tyrion sitting on the throne, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"Let go of my son and wife, and I'll show you Wrynn's courage!"
Seeing Varian who was completely enraged, his eyes widened and his blood boiling, like a roaring beast, Tyrion finally saw the Varian in his memory in the young man in front of him...
Even if it's just a little bit familiar.
He stood up, placed the sleeping little prince next to his mother, and then stepped down from the throne. White ice quickly grew in his palm, and soon formed a long ice sword. He pointed the blade at
Varian hooked his hand towards him:
"Come! Let me see your rage."
"roar!"
The unprepared young king let out a war cry and roared towards Tyrion in front of him. In the king's hall where dim candlelight shone, his battle began.
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Mathias Shore was hiding in the shadow of Stormwind Fortress. The moment Tyrion jumped off the Death Raven and entered Stormwind City silently, he discovered the secret of the Dark Blade King.
He followed him quietly, looking for a precious opportunity.
MI7 performed very poorly during the Stormwind City disaster. The intelligence organization founded by Shore's grandmother failed to detect the undead's movements in advance, and its operation in the Old City also ended in a terrible failure.
But this does not actually blame Shaw for his lack of ability. After the reconstruction of Stormwind City, MI7, which suffered huge losses in the Orc War, was re-established. Just five years was not enough to rejuvenate an intelligence organization.
The agents under his command are still very young, and the rebellion in the Westfall has attracted too much attention from MI7.
To be honest, being able to discover Countess Catalina's hidden secrets and making the Black Dragon Princess feel anxious has proven Shore's ability, but no matter how powerful he is alone, he cannot fight against the entire Dark Blade.
It took Rayon 7 years and countless battles to polish the war machine.
No one can stop it and it's not Shore's fault.
But a sense of guilt lingered in Shore's heart, and he had to do something to ensure that he would not be completely overwhelmed by that sense of guilt.
When King Varian and the Dark Blade King were fighting, Shore discovered an opportunity. He quietly approached the throne. On the edge of the throne, there were the unguarded little prince and queen. He had to hurry up.
Before the Darkblade King found out, he moved the Wrynn family's bloodline to a safe place.
Shaw, who was walking in the shadows, was as nimble as a cat. He quickly crossed the battlefield and approached the throne. He wanted to reach out and pick up the little prince, but at this moment, the coldness coming from behind made Shaw quickly
He dodged to the side, and the ice dagger thrust out of the shadow pierced the air. The next moment, the ghost that Xiao Er had seen once appeared in front of him again.
The ghost assassin who looked exactly like him was playing with a dagger that looked like ice. He leaned on the throne. He stretched out his finger and waved to Xiao with a bad smile on his face:
"Your Majesty does not want his fighting spirit to be disturbed...so if you dare to reach out again, I will chop it off!"
"It's you again!"
Xiao Er clenched his teeth and stared at the ghost in front of him, but the latter had a relaxed look on his face and even chatted with Xiao Er:
"When I escaped from the hell of Apocalypse, I planned to get rid of you, the thief who stole my body, as soon as possible, but then I discovered that it was actually quite interesting to wait until your despicable soul was frightened
When you are crushed, I will absorb the nutrients of your soul, and this body that belongs to me will become stronger... You have already met our grandmother, right?"
The ghost assassin said softly:
"Did she tell you...you are not the grandson she remembers at all!"
"She said it."
Shore replied: "She told me that something happened to me. She said that my soul does not belong to this world, but my name is still Mathias Shore, so... you don't want to let
I intervened in this fight? Then tell me! Tell me, what happened to me?"
The ghost assassin raised his illusory eyebrows. After confirming that Xiao was not lying, he smiled with a hint of evil and said:
"It seems you have forgotten. It doesn't matter. Let me remind you that in the Burning Plains, in order to save Turalyon, I took the risk of attacking His Majesty. That was an act of overestimation... I had my neck cut off.
The cold blood flowed and I waited to die, and then...then my soul was swallowed by Apocalypse. It really hurt, and that sword...it was just like a madman!"
"I was changed, Shore, I was changed forever, and while I was suffering, you stole my body, enjoyed the honor I deserved in my name, and stole my life.
, stole everything from me...take your hands away!"
The ghost assassin roared, and his figure disappeared instantly. When he reappeared, the sharp dagger had already stabbed Xiao Er. He secretly grabbed the little prince's wrist, but Xiao Er did not stop taking risks because of the threat. He endured it.
Feeling the pain of the blade piercing his body, he held the little prince in his arms, then turned around and jumped into the shadows.
"Go and bring him back!"
Tyrion, who was easily resisting Varian's attack, seemed to see this scene, and he whispered:
"My Black Shore, go bring Anduin back... I don't want to interfere in your game with Shore, but you'd better not ruin my good mood at this time."
"As you command, Your Majesty!"
Ghost Assassin Blackshore bowed and saluted, and the next moment, his figure disappeared into the air like a real ghost.
"You have loyal subordinates, you are lucky."
Tyrion wielded the ice sword with one hand, moving around the throne room like a stroll, resisting Varian's attack like a crazy beast. The young king's swordsmanship was very good, but he had never been on the battlefield.
, based on combat experience, is much weaker than Tyrion.
"I don't have such worry-free subordinates... As you can see, I am commanding a group of lunatics and paranoid people to fight against you. Just balancing their weird needs is a headache for me."
Tyrion complained softly, flipped his wrist, and accurately blocked Varian's heavy sword. In the conversion of power, he removed the force of the heavy sword from hitting it, and then pushed it outward, attacking with momentum.
The young king was so fierce that he neglected to defend himself and immediately fell to the ground unsteadily.
The Dark Blade King shook his sword, and a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his ice-blue eyes:
"You're wasting my time, Varian. If this is all you're capable of...that's disappointing."
"ah!"
Varian let out a howl and jumped up, as if he had lost all reason. He swung his sword with both hands and struck Tyrion in front of him without any plan. This scene made Tyrion shake his head.
This low-level battle is becoming increasingly boring.
But at this moment, the king's long sword suddenly fell out of his hand and flew out with a roar. Varian, who had lost the long sword, clenched his fist, and when Tyrion was caught off guard, he punched the Dark Blade King in the face.
The punch on the cheek made him take a step back, then the second punch, and then the third punch.
Varian roared, like a boxer, beating the invincible Tyrion back repeatedly. Under the lion's helmet, his eyes seemed to be burning with fire.
The fourth punch roared down, but Tyrion's right hand, which had been free, clasped his wrist. A hint of appreciation flashed in the eyes of the Dark Blade King, and he stretched his legs forward, pinned to Varian.
With his feet and his right hand exerting force, the young king's body was flipped around in the air, and then he was pressed hard to the ground.
"This attack is interesting, but unfortunately, your time has run out."
"Bang"
Varian's lion war helmet was arbitrarily pulled off and thrown aside. The ice sword in Tyrion's left hand shattered. Amidst the flying frost, a sharp dagger appeared in front of the Dark Blade King.
In his hand, he pressed the struggling Varian to the ground with his right hand, and slashed his face with the dagger in his right hand.
"Scars are a man's medal, let me put the first one on you now."
"Ahhh!"
The sharp dagger ruthlessly carved a hideous scar on Varian's left eye. It did not hurt the king's eyes, but it destroyed his handsome appearance, and blood flowed on the king's face, flowing into
appeared in his eyes, causing him to scream desperately in pain.
He struggled and punched back, but Tyrion broke his hand bones mercilessly. The pain made the king huddle under the throne. In the blood, he saw a dark and desperate future. As a king, he
He cannot protect his people, as a father he cannot protect his son, as a husband he cannot protect his wife...
On this night, he felt that he had become a shameful coward.
"Don't hate me, Varian."
Tyrion stood up and looked at the young king as if his spine had been broken. He threw away the blood-stained ice dagger in his hand and looked at his "masterpiece".
The wound penetrated Varian's left eye, making his angry face look even more ferocious.
"I'm just letting you find the real you, I'm just using pain to inspire your infinite potential... Just like steel thrown into the fire, only withstanding endless forging can it truly become a weapon.
The weapons that look upon you...you need to forge them, Varian Wrynn, you and your people are the iron blocks full of flaws, and I...I am the furnace, I am the forging hammer!"
"I will raise your son as my own. I will take good care of your wife. I will raise her from her long sleep of sorrow, but Varian, I await your emergence from the furnace of agony.
The day you come out, when you become the real Varian, I will be waiting for your challenge!"
Tyrion pushed up the queen's bed again, and the ghost assassin Blackshore also appeared at this time. He respectfully handed the awakened and crying little prince to the Dark Blade King, who handed little Anduin
Holding her in his arms, swaying, and humming a lullaby from Quel'Thalas, he strolled through the hall stained with the blood of the king. Behind him, Blackshore pushed the queen's hospital bed.
The unconscious Tiffany's face was already covered with tears. The queen was not unaware of everything in the outside world. She saw her husband's struggle and she was praying for him.
"But if you are broken in the endless forging, if all your will is defeated by the pain..."
The moment he left the King's Hall, Tyrion looked back at Varian Wrynn who was trying to get up. He smiled mockingly:
"That only proves that Wrynn's bloodline...is nothing more than that. Don't let your son and wife wait too long. Varian, don't let me...wait too long."
PS:
Also, is it really because school has started, so everyone is busy? I lost my subscription in the past two days and I was a little... panicked. Is there anything wrong with the plot?
