Under the moonlight of the Nagrand grassland, two men stood opposite each other. One was fully armed, holding a sword and a heavy shield, and the other was wearing casual robes and standing with his hands tied. The cold wind blew through their bodies, making the great lord's
The robes also fluttered and made a hunting sound.
His ice-blue eyes stared at Varian Wrynn, who was facing him in a fighting posture. Compared with the memory of the burning Stormwind City a few years ago, Varian was now stronger and stronger, and he no longer had the power to be a king.
He was graceful and noble at the time, more like a battle-hardened warrior. Under his wild temperament, there was a violent soul hidden.
He used humiliation as motivation to push himself to constantly break through personal shackles. Coupled with his extraordinary talent, in just a few years, he tempered himself into a truly brave man.
It can be seen from those eyes that his hatred for Tyrion has never weakened.
But that kind of hatred has become more... "pure" over the years!
This is what made the great lord feel confused. He asked softly:
"You have been hiding for several years, honing yourself in the most dangerous places in the worlds of Azeroth and Draenor, but when the empire launched a rescue of Mekkatorque, why did you risk being discovered and come forward?
What? Is it the resentment in your heart? Did they contact you? Or did you take the initiative to do this for some reason? "
"If you feel that you still have responsibilities to the empire, then why did you remain anonymous when they moved to Kalimdor and needed you the most? I also know that the Federation of Veterans has been looking for you, and they have noticed it.
There are traces of you, Varian, but you have repeatedly declined their invitations, so I am curious...what were you thinking about when you made these contradictory decisions?"
Faced with Tyrion's inquiry, Varian's answer was simple...
"Shua"
The heavy black war sword whizzed towards Tyrion's neck as if it were nothing as he flipped his wrist. However, as the great lord raised his hand calmly, the sharp and powerful sword blade was struck by
The lord's open left hand was easily caught in the air, preventing him from making any progress.
This blow is an answer, an invitation, and a challenge.
Tyrion looked at Varian's firm eyes. He nodded clearly. With a wave of his left hand, Varian's sword was thrown back. The warrior accurately caught it in his hand. He struck it with his long sword.
Shields, looking at Tyrion.
The fingers of the high lord danced, and the heavy Ashbringer appeared in the palm of his hand. Tyrion held the heavy sword in front of him. He stroked the sharp blade. He raised the weapon and whispered:
"I mean...we need to talk."
"Bang"
Varian slapped the war sword hard on the shield, making a low sound, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. He raised the war sword and pointed the blade at Tyrion:
"I'm...all ears."
"Swish"
The figures of the two people disappeared from the place almost at the same time. The violent soil and turf splashed everywhere. The momentum of the two collided in the night sky. The collision of weapons was accompanied by the rising and falling figures of the two people, like a series of muffled thunder.
There was a sound going back and forth in the dark night.
The two people were like gladiators fighting close to each other, passing each other while waving weapons. Every blow was full of force. The weapons entwined with the energy of death and the fire of anger were so deadly... Of course,
This is for Varian. Tyrion's strength is much higher than him, and his chance of winning is very small. Varian knows this well.
But he must fight this battle!
Although it was not the final battle as he had imagined, since he had encountered his life-and-death enemy, how could he just run away in such embarrassment?
He is a warrior, even if he dies... he will die on the way to charge!
"Bang"
Under the brute force bombardment of the High Lord, the stainless steel shield on Varian's right hand quickly developed ferocious cracks under the shadow of the Ashbringer's sword, but Varian still used the shield to block the Ashbringer regardless.
With the bombardment, he used the sword in his left hand to counterattack the great lord who was strolling in the courtyard. Amidst the clash of weapons, he roared loudly:
"I hate you, Tyrion!"
"Not only because you took away my son and wife, but also because you destroyed my country... everything my fathers left behind, the mission of House Wrynn, Lothar, my second father, all of this
...They were all destroyed by you! I once called myself the Son of the Storm, and I swore to avenge my people!"
"Bang"
The heavy Ashbringer collided with the black sword, and the two sword blades rubbed rapidly. Amidst the fire, Varian's eyes and Tyrion's eyes collided, one was angry, the other was calm.
"What now?"
Tyrion asked, and the two weapons separated at the next moment. The high lord took a step back, but the black sword shadow brought by the Ashbringer roared and slashed at Varian from several directions, and the latter's body rolled back a few times.
Circle, stopped retreating in a kneeling position, the black shield blocked the body, blocking all the black sword shadows, but before the final sword shadow dissipated, the buzz of the Ashbringer sounded again, and behind the sword edge,
It is the cold body of the great lord.
"boom"
The solid shield was finally overwhelmed by the sharp blade. In the sound of steel tearing, the shield made of frozen steel was chopped into four pieces, but before it exploded, the warrior grabbed the sword.
He jumped out of Ashbringer's attack range and was not harmed by the exploding shield.
Varian stood up panting. The jaw of his right hand holding the shield had been torn open, and blood was spread all over his fingers. The weak stinging made the fire of anger wrapped around his body become more active.
He looked at Tyrion. Under the helmet, there was no fear in his blue eyes. He raised the black sword, and his helmeted face was reflected on both sides of the sword:
"Now? Now...I have left behind the hatred of the people."
"oh?"
A smile appeared at the corner of Tyrion's mouth, but it was fleeting. He flipped his wrist, the Ashbringer beat, and the black sword shadow rolled around the high lord's fingers. He increased his voice:
"Why?"
"because..."
Varian took a deep breath, and another high-level combat skill of the warrior was activated. The angry power wrapped around the body gathered on the weapon in his hand, causing it to be filled with energy fires that danced like flames. It seemed
It was like being ignited. This scene also appeared on the battlefield in the Battle of Northern Xinjiang. It was the martial arts used by Lothar and Tyrion in the battle.
Young Varian... also reached this level.
"Because they don't need me to avenge them... I have traveled around the world, and I have seen with my own eyes the lives of the people of the Stormwind Kingdom and even the people of the Empire under the rule of the Federation... They live a better and more perfect life than before.
There is more freedom, dignity, food and clothing, and the resentment in the people's hearts has been eliminated. They don't need me to be an avenger on their behalf... and they don't need anyone to represent them."
Varian raised his head, his eyes clear except for the angry flames, and he said:
"I can't lie to myself. The destruction of the Stormwind Kingdom is a disaster for the nobles, but it may be a good thing for the people I have always wanted to protect."
"Although I don't want to admit it, the Federation is a good ruler, at least more qualified than us."
"It's good that hatred has not destroyed your sanity, that's good..."
Tyrion moved his shoulders, looked at Varian again, and asked:
"Then why do you still appear here as a challenger?"
"boom"
The angry flames suddenly exploded at this moment. As the flames flew away, Varian, who was dragging his sword backwards, rushed towards Tyrion like a flaming lion. Blessed by the terrifying power accumulated in a short period of time,
, Varian's sword swung through the air, even igniting the air. In that suffocating offensive, Tyrion's heavy sword in front of him was severely bombarded.
"I don't come as a king!"
"I am a father!"
"Bang"
"A husband!"
"Bang"
"A son!"
"Bang"
"Come as a man!"
"Bang"
Four consecutive heavy blows finally knocked back Tyrion's standing body. The high lord's expression also became serious. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and was using the high-level combat skill "Death Wish" in Vali's hand.
An launched a counterattack during his crazy offensive, but facing the desperate high-level warriors, Tyrion felt like he had returned to the battlefield in Northern Xinjiang, facing another Lothar.
A younger version of Lothar with more potential...
"I'm here for my son, my wife, my father, and myself!"
Varian jumped up from the ground, holding the sword in both hands above his head. The madly burning, concentrated fire of anger pushed the sword into a state of near melting.
His roar echoed through the dark night like thunder.
"It's not about justice, it's not about justice, it's just for this..."
"I, Varian Wrynn!"
"Challenge you!"
"哐"
The war sword that carried all Varian's will and power was slashed down at this moment. The moment the sharp blade rolled in, the heavy wind pressure blew Tyrion's long gray hair into a roar, and the great lord raised his head.
, he looked directly at Varian behind the sword, looking at the eyes that contained an unyielding soul, those were burning eyes, those were the eyes of a warrior.
Those were the eyes of a real man...a real fighter.
It was a fighter trained by Tyrion himself. It was the first treasure to bear fruit in countless experiments of the great lord. It was he who opened the prologue of the legend for the man in front of him. Now, he wants to draw another chapter in this legendary story.
It's the last one.
"very good..."
"Varian Wrynn..."
"I accept your challenge!"
"boom"
With a sound like a dragon's throat, all the power belonging to the Dark Blade Lord was awakened at this moment. The power of darkness enveloped the entire battlefield in an instant. Behind Tyrion, the huge death energy reorganized into a roaring darkness.
The giant dragon crazily crashed into Varian in the sky, while the human warrior's eyes widened, and a will to die was awakened in his heart. Under the impact of that will, Varian tightened his grip on the weapon.
The fingers made a clicking sound,
"Then come! Tyrion..."
"Kill me...or be killed by me!"
"Boom!"
The wind in the dark night of the entire Nagrand grassland became extremely noisy at this moment. The orc shamans and draenei priests who had fallen asleep were awakened, as well as the spectators who were sleeping around the arena, and the warriors of all races.
, they rushed out of the room and tent and looked up at the sky deep in the grassland.
In their astonished eyes, a black lightning penetrated the sky and the earth, hanging in the sky of Draenor like tearing apart the sky. Behind the reflection of the black lightning, there was a faint blue light, that light
It even covers the bright stars, like a projection from another world.
And above the impact point of the lightning, there are layers of black mist that are rotating crazily, like a tornado on the sea. In the black mist that is endlessly rotating, there are also red fires that are burning like crazy.
It was like two ancient giant beasts fighting. Even across the entire grassland, they could hear the sound like the roar of a giant dragon...
That sound that shook the entire grassland... It was the sound of steel clashing, that was the sound of fighting on the battlefield. This spectacle only appeared for less than 10 seconds, just like before it appeared, those lights and
The black lightning that danced vertically and horizontally dissipated silently.
Tyrion stood on the edge of the huge depression that was blasted open in front of him. He held the Ashbringer wrapped in black fire and turned to look at his shoulder. There were still flames of the fire of anger and the blade that had been cut open.
There is a deep crack in the bone, but with the support of the powerful soul, the cut wound is healing rapidly.
In the ravine in front of him, Varian Wrynn was lying at the bottom of the ravine in an awkward posture. Most of his body was covered with cold, frozen soil, and his whole body was covered with frostbite.
The scars looked extremely embarrassing, and the black helmet was covered with battle scars of sharp blades.
Obviously, the great lord did not kill him...
"Ahem..."
Varian struggled to twist his painful neck. In the vision of the battle helmet, he saw Tyrion standing on the edge of the ravine. The latter was looking at him with a calm look, his ice blue eyes.
There is nothing in his eyes, just like a god who is indifferent to all things.
"Sure enough...I still...lost..."
A calm but difficult smile appeared on the soldier's face. He opened his hands and lay in the depths of the large depression that was completely covered in ice. He was waiting for death.
"Come on, kill me and turn me into your bitch... That's fine. My Tiffany and I... can finally be together."
"No, Varian Wrynn."
Tyrion shook his head. He took out something from the storage ring on his finger and threw it in Varian's hand like it was trash. It was an ordinary two-handed sword, gray and dusty.
The appearance of Pu is unattractive, but the blade shining coldly under the moonlight means that it is a rare and good weapon.
This...is probably a reward?
Tyrion waved his hand towards Varian who was waiting to die:
"If you pass... Lothar will probably close his eyes..."
"Go away! Fight your gladiatorial match tomorrow."
"You still owe my nephew a birthday wish...I admit that you are a warrior, so I welcome your challenge at any time..."