On the final battlefield of the Champions Cup, the Draenei defender with broken armor fell to the ground helplessly. He was covered in blood, his left hand was cut off by the war sword, and the only remaining right hand was holding on to the war hammer.
He raised his head and looked at Varian standing in front of him. He saw the blue eyes under the black helmet, and a hint of apology shone in those eyes.
"I'm sorry, but...I have a reason to win..."
Varian raised his sword and whispered:
"There are 2!"
"hehe..."
The weak defender shook his head. Facing the slashing sword, he closed his eyes. During the last surge of holy light, he whispered:
"The Holy Light...the Holy Light makes us eternal..."
"Wow"
Dazzling blood splashed everywhere, and the last warrior of the powerful Shattered Setting Sun fell in a pool of blood. Varian looked at his fallen figure. There was no joy of victory in his heart. He knew that if the scene was different, he and he would be together.
These brave Draenei warriors might become good friends.
Both parties are believers in the Holy Light.
But now, both sides are fighting bloody battles for the goals that each other believes...
"Shua"
The gray battle sword pierced the ground. Varian gritted his teeth, took off his helmet, half-knelt on the ground, and placed it next to the draenei. Valeela and Bloodfist stood beside him.
Behind him, around the arena, the audience was already cheering, but their celebration had nothing to do with the victory of the King of Gladiators.
"I don't want to be a gladiator anymore... Valeela, Blood Fist... Such fighting makes me feel disgusted."
Varian said softly. Behind him, Valila stretched out her hand and put it on Varian's shoulder. The girl with blood on her face said softly:
"It doesn't matter, no matter what you want to do, I will be with you..."
Varian did not respond to this loving voice. He raised his head and looked at the large platform directly in front of the arena. There, Tyrion's figure had disappeared at some point. On the black throne, replaced by
The cheering children, and Anduin...Anduin's eyes widened. This was the first time the little prince saw the face under the Black Phantom's helmet.
Although he had never met his father, at this moment, the little prince still felt a hint of blood involvement from the scarred face.
But now... is not the time to talk about this.
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One day later, in the city square of Shattrath City, the city defense general, the powerful paladin General Sarantis, looked at the three men wearing leather armor and hoods in front of him, and then looked at the table under his feet filled with gold coins.
Big Box, he had already heard the news that Shattered Sun's entire army was annihilated, but now, the gladiators of Black Ghost gave all the gold coins they won to Shattrath City.
This weird scene left this veteran general who had lived for more than 20,000 years at a loss what to say.
"I know that the warriors of the Broken Setting Sun participated in the gladiatorial competition for the reconstruction of Shattrath City. They are all respectable warriors... These gold coins are of little use to us, but I believe it will be of great use to this city.
It means a lot to the city.”
Varian, who had trimmed his beard and styled his hair, said to General Sarantis:
"Although the grudges in the arena should not continue into reality, as a sign of respect for the warriors, please accept these gold coins..."
General Sarantis originally wanted to refuse, but considering the current situation in Shattrath, the tens of thousands of gold coins in this box can really make a big difference. At least the exiles in the slums will be able to escape because of these gold coins.
Better days... So after a moment of thinking, the old general waved his hand, and several strong Draenei soldiers carried the box back to the city hall.
The draenei bowed to Varian seriously and said:
"In the world of Draenor, there are not many people like you anymore... Anyway, the entire Shattrath City is grateful to you. If you have any needs... we will try our best to meet them!"
Varian shook his head, turned to look at the two companions behind him, and said:
"We will leave this world soon, and we are not doing these things to win gratitude, but...forget it, that's it! Goodbye."
After saying that, the three gladiators pulled up their hoods, turned and left the city square. After walking out of Shattrath City, a group of people was waiting for them at the crossroads of Terokkar Forest.
Those were the gladiators who were still willing to follow Varian to explore the world after the Black Ghost Chapter was disbanded. There were nearly 200 of them, as well as Marshal Windsor who left the Black Temple. The old man was sitting in a wheelchair, and others
The gladiator was chatting, and after seeing Varian coming out, he pushed his wheelchair and approached the former king.
"Your Majesty, you..."
"Don't call me that, Windsor. Call me Varian. I'm no longer the king."
Varian stopped Windsor's persuasion. He squatted in front of the old marshal. He looked at Windsor seriously and said:
"You, like me, have witnessed with your own eyes the society that the federal civilization has established on our land. You should see it more clearly than me. Old Marshal, our people no longer look forward to the king's return in our hearts. We, the people, have no expectations for the return of the king."
For them, it is the chaotic impression of the old era. They live better than before, they have dignity and freedom...The rulers of the Federation are better than us."
"They are more qualified than us to rule that land...and that land no longer welcomes us. If we still carry the banner of kings and nobles and lead the army to destroy the lives of the people there...then,
What is the difference between us and the orcs we once hated?"
Varian patted the old marshal's hand, smiled and said calmly:
"Whether it's on the battlefield or in the hearts of the people, we have lost... It's time for us to see the reality clearly."
The old marshal wanted to say something more, but Varian's heartfelt words reminded him of what he had seen and heard in the past few years. In the end, the old marshal nodded, leaned on the wheelchair, and smiled weakly.
:
"Perhaps you are right."
"Maxwell and Gore and the veterans who are loyal to you have become lazy in searching for your traces in recent years. I once thought it was because they were corrupted by federal life and power, but now it seems that they may have been ignorant.
I am the only one...Maxwell and Gore heard the inner voice of the people, and they recognized the reality..."
Tears flashed in the old marshal's eyes, and he laughed and said:
"I'm the only stupid old man who still misses the past... In their words, I may have been eliminated by the times. Alas... it's all in vain in the end."
"So, just come with us, Windsor."
Varian personally pushed the old marshal's wheelchair and said to the old marshal:
"I went to say goodbye to my son, and then we went to Stratholme. Last time I talked with old Fordring there. Those paladins and the people they protected planned to establish a new empire in the Stratholme area abandoned by the Dark Blade.
The new country...protects the last piece of homeland for the empire, and Emperor Lothar’s tomb is also there, so let’s go there and live well there.”
"Wait! Varian!"
A low voice accompanied the opening of the portal, and sounded behind a group of people. Varian turned around and saw Genn Greymane striding out of the portal. The former King of Gilneas looked very thin.
, his eyes also turned dim gray. Varian didn't know what kind of life Jean had been living in the past few years, but he could probably guess that the king's life might not be happy.
"Varian, you must fulfill your destiny! Listen to me, the responsibility of House Wrynn is calling you. You must go to Kalimdor and inherit the throne of king... You must go!"
Jean's low and hoarse voice made Varian frown. After the self-exiled king saw the advancement of Federation civilization, he no longer had the idea of launching an inappropriate war. He and Tyrion
There is still hatred between them, but as he said himself, it is just a personal hatred and has nothing to do with the two systems.
"Gene, I can understand the anger and loss of the country and the family, but you are free now."
Varian said to the king in front of him:
"You can take a ship to Kalimdor and lead the Gilneans again. I heard that they defeated the centaur barbarians there. The human empire is being rebuilt, and I...I don't intend to participate in it anymore. I
I just want to be with my son, my wife, and my companions. Please forgive me, Gene, and consider me a shameful deserter."
"But I really can't ignore what I saw, return to the nobles, and lead them to launch a war that shouldn't be launched..."
"No! No, Varian!"
Gene shook his head, his eyes swept across the people behind Varian, he took a deep breath, waved to Varian, and then turned around:
"Come with me, I have something to tell you... You can only come here alone, that girl, don't even think about getting close in the shadows... I can smell you!"
Jean's warning made Valeela stomp her feet bitterly, but Varian patted her shoulder, so the irritable girl calmed down. Varian looked back at Jean who walked into the dense forest.
Bloody Fist took the gray sword in his hand and strode over.
Among the dense forests of Terokkar Forest, Genn stood in the shadows, with his back to Varian. The latter looked behind Genn, his eyes narrowed, and he could see that in the shadows, Genn
En's body was changing shape rapidly, which made Varian subconsciously tighten his grip on the hilt of the sword.
"Don't be afraid! I won't hurt you..."
Jean's voice sounded again, but the voice seemed hoarse than before, and full of dangerous wildness. The king turned around, and in the shadow of the dense forest, Varian saw a huge werewolf stretching its body.
, that gray mane, sharp claws and the green light shining in the shadows of his eyes made Varian's gladiator instinct start to sound the alarm crazily...
Standing in front of him was a terrifying... extremely terrifying creature.
"Jean! How did you become..."
Varian frowned and asked in a deep voice:
"How did you become a werewolf! Did Tyrion do it? That bastard!"
"He did it, yes, but that bastard has done enough evil things..."
Gene waved his hand. He didn't want to discuss this issue too much. He looked at Varian and said:
"I got the news, Varian. I am not inciting you to return to the Empire and launch a war against the Dark Blade and the Federation. With the current strength of the Empire, it will not be able to fight against the Dark Blade within at least 10 years.
I know this better than anyone, but the empire is facing a crisis now, and it does not come from the Dark Blade. Listen to me... You must go back and save the soldiers and people of the empire. Those stupid boys are leading the soldiers on the road.
Falling into a dangerous trap!"
"What's the meaning?"
Varian put down the sword in his hand and asked:
"You mean the Empire is facing another war?"
"Bugmen! Qiraji!"
Genn took out a sealed scroll from his pocket and threw it to Varian:
"The power amassed by the Qiraji in the Silithus Desert is more terrifying than the young kings of the Human Empire realized. Judging from the information collected by the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency, the army they have assembled now is simply not enough.
To fight against the insect army, once they recklessly open the Beetle Wall, it will only take 3 days, or less, for the insect soldiers to rush out and swamp all the troops that have entered the desert!"
"You must return to the empire before they open the Beetle Wall and save the last strength of the human empire from the quicksand. Once those armies are lost, the empire will have no hope. Moreover, the other half of your citizens, Storm
The other half of the kingdom...is also there."
"How do you know this?"
Varian used the light of the dense forest to briefly read the information recorded on the scroll. If the information on this scroll is true, it means... deep in the great desert at the southernmost tip of Kalimdor
, without anyone knowing, the Qiraji have set a despicable, huge, and terrifying trap for Imperial soldiers.
But what made Varian even more confused was that the information recorded on this scroll was considered top secret even among the Dark Blade Legion. He saw the secret mark of the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency printed at the bottom of the scroll, Jean.
...how did he get it?
Under Varian's gaze, the werewolf in front of him let out a sad laugh. He opened his windbreaker jacket, and on the chest of the lined hunting suit, a silver wolf head, mixed with a black broken blade logo, was clearly visible...
.
"Let's get to know each other again, Varian Wrynn, I am a member of the Forgotten Kings... Genn Greymane, who represents Gilneas, the freedom you won for me by fighting in the arena is worthless.
Meaning, because...I have to join this organization."
"Why!"
Varian gritted his teeth and asked, while Gene waved his hand lonely, his hoarse voice echoed in the darkness:
"Because only in this way can I hand over the empire's last army in the Eastern Continent to you with my own hands."
"That is the last gift from the Greymane family... Ghost Wolf, that is a legion that only you can control. My only question is, are you willing to accept it? Are you willing to accept this mission to turn the tide?"
"Are you still willing to dedicate everything you have to the civilization left behind by your adoptive father and emperor?"
