The relationship between Varian and Arthas is complicated.
During the First Orc War, Stormwind City was captured by the orcs commanded by Orgrim. King Lion died at the hands of the orc assassin Garona. Varian, who was only 14 years old at the time, followed his adoptive father Lothar and brought him with him.
The citizens sought refuge in Northern Xinjiang, and as the only heir of the Wrynn family, Varian was sent to live in the palace of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
Terenas Menethil was very friendly to this little guest from afar, and even treated him as his own son. This made Arthas, who was only 8 years old at the time, very curious, and of course he felt a little bit inside.
Jealousy, but that's just a child's sense. He thinks that Varian's arrival has taken away part of his father's love for him.
But children always become friends quickly. After that, until the orcs were defeated by the Alliance in the Burning Steppes, and until the reconstruction of Stormwind City was completed, Varian lived with Arthas and his sister Kaliya.
Over the years, the three children have become almost indistinguishable from real brothers and sisters.
Not to mention, in this timeline, when Orgrim commanded the orcs to besiege Lordaeron, the three children also received "help" from Tyrion at the most critical moment. Of course, that was already a lot.
That was a long time ago.
In short, Varian and Arthas have a true feeling of brotherhood and a sense of competition with each other. After all, even a boy is a prince, and he will inherit the country and become the king in the future. Varian's growth has repeatedly made things difficult for him.
King Terenas felt very pleased, and even expressed in the King's Council several times that if Arthas could become like Varian in the future, it would definitely make him very happy.
But the competition between the two does not mean that they regard each other as enemies...
Varian is a man who repays kindness. He has never forgotten the fear and uneasiness of being far away from home when he was a child. He has also never forgotten that when he first arrived at the court of Lordaeron, King Terenas hugged him and comforted him.
His scene, in his heart, although the status of King Terenas cannot be compared with that of his adoptive father Lothar, the benevolent king is definitely someone he regards as his elder relative. He learned how to govern the country from King Terenas
Way, observe the operation mode of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, etc.
Varian conveyed the goodwill King Terenas bestowed upon him in another way to Arthas, who was always following him. He helped his younger brother, set an example, protected him in times of danger, and never stopped.
Never gave up on him.
In Arthas' heart, Varian's image was also an almost perfect brother. When he was a child, he sometimes wished that Varian was really his brother. But after hearing that the Kingdom of Stormwind had been overrun by the undead, his own Varian
After his brother left a message and ran away, Arthas vowed more than once to seek justice for Varian.
These two people are almost a perfect example of friendship between nobles in the imperial era. Unfortunately, in the new world, the fate of both people has been changed. Now, no one knows where the future of the two will go, just like no one knows.
Everyone knows where the empire will go in the future.
"Look, this is little Anduin, your nephew."
On the galloping war horses, Varian and Alsace walked side by side. Both of them were very skilled in controlling the horses. They could chat as usual between the galloping horses on the sand. Varian held his neck
The pendant was handed to Alsace, who took it in his hand and turned on the mechanism. A realistic magical influence appeared in the golden pendant that popped open.
Varian half-crouched on the ground, holding Anduin's shoulders with both hands, while little Anduin happily raised the Champions Cup belt with both hands, his eyes full of joy, as if he was calling someone in front of him.
"Oh, holy light, he looks exactly like you when you were a child."
Arthas sighed with emotion. In the magical image, the faces of the two father and son were almost touching each other. Except for the different hair colors, Anduin's cheeks were almost a replica of Varian's childhood in Arthas' memory.
.
But now, Arthas turned to look at Varian who was riding a horse. The battle scars on his face were so shocking that one couldn't help but think about what kind of terrible battle Varian had gone through before he could
Become what you are now.
Probably aware of Alsace's eyes, Varian turned to look at him, took the pendant, put it on his neck, and then asked calmly:
"What's wrong?"
"Have you...did you take Anduin back?"
Arthas hesitated for a moment, but still asked this question: "Did you defeat that tyrant?"
"No, I lost."
Varian acted very calmly, his black hair blowing in the desert wind. He looked at the battlefield of the Beetle Wall looming in front of him, and he said softly:
"It was a miserable loss, but I still met Anduin. He is now with his mother. They live a good life. I will go find them again after the things on this continent are finished..."
"Next time you go, bring this sword with you!"
Arthas patted the sword behind him and whispered to Varian:
"This sword was made for Tyrion... I call it..."
"Pale justice!"
Varian laughed and patted Arthas on the shoulder:
"My brother, I have heard about the great things you have done. Did Mekkatorque not tell you about the mysterious warrior who appeared that night when he came back and helped them escape from the battlefield?"
"That's you!"
Alsace's eyes widened. Of course he knew that a mysterious warrior appeared that night and helped the rescue team that was in danger at the time. It can be said that that mysterious and powerful warrior single-handedly reversed the course of the entire rescue operation.
As a result, he had thought about it, and finally he thought that it should be an old man from the Empire hidden in the Federation, but he never thought that that person would be Varian.
"I knew you never gave up on your responsibilities."
Alsace said something with emotion, but Varian was silenced. After a few seconds, Varian took the initiative to change the topic. He looked at Alsace and asked:
"How are you and Anna getting along? Are you not planning to get married yet?"
Alsace was a little embarrassed to ask this question. He pretended to look at the desert around him with vigilance, and replied in a low voice:
"Our identities... are somewhat awkward. We are like brothers, but His Majesty Drake is not too enthusiastic about this matter... I probably know the reason. He is waiting for me to take the initiative to speak, but
To be honest, I don’t want to wrong Anna, we have experienced so many things together, and I don’t want our feelings to be tinged with politics.”
This answer stunned Varian, but he was not an idiot after all. After thinking for a few seconds, he understood the reason. He squinted his eyes and murmured to himself:
"Is it really because of...the emperor's throne?"
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On the other side, while Varian and Arthas were talking, in the middle of the team, King Liam, who was responsible for protecting the Bloodfang artillery unit, was also talking with his elder, Lord Darius Crowley.
However, compared to the naturalness between Arthas and Varian, the atmosphere of the conversation between these two people was somewhat strange.
Liam had fully experienced the werewolf scourge in Gilneas. Although the entire Blood Pressure Corps was dressed as humans, he still felt a hint of wildness from these gloomy soldiers... Varian
The legion your Majesty brought back contains more than 30,000 people...all of them are werewolves!
Even Lord Darius has the aura of a werewolf, which makes young Liam a little unacceptable, but...he is more concerned about another thing.
"My father, Genn Greymane, where is he?"
Liam rode on the horse and asked in a deep voice, while Lord Darius who was walking side by side with him did not have much change in his eyes. After several seconds, he said dryly and without emotion:
"Jean is dead. He died in the assassination of Tyrion. He fulfilled the king's mission, that's it."
"that's all?"
Liam raised his head, the scar on his chin was beating, he stared at Darius, he gritted his teeth and said:
"I, Tess, and my mother, and your daughter, who is also my queen, my beloved...we have all been waiting for news about you and my father, and now that we have finally met, then you tell
I...my father is dead? Is that all? Uncle Crowley...!"
The word "uncle" made the indifferent lord slightly moved, but after a moment, he still said indifferently:
"If I told you he was alive, would you go find him?"
"certainly!"
A glimmer of hope flashed in Liam Greymane's eyes, but the next moment, Lord Crowley said in a deep voice:
"Then he is indeed dead."
"Enough!"
Liam felt that he had been fooled. He wanted to say something, but when he raised his head, what he saw was a pair of emotionless, beast-like eyes. Lord Darius stared at young Gilneas.
King, he said word for word:
"The Jean you are familiar with is dead! Don't try to find him. Now he is living in pain in a posture that disgusts him and disgusts you. Don't burden him anymore, Liam! This is
This is my last advice to you, and... I have brought back his last command to you as King of Gilneas!"
"What order?"
Liam asked subconsciously.
Crowley was silent for a few seconds, then said in a whisper:
"Support Varian Wrynn...to become Emperor!"
"I don't accept it!"
Liam was shocked and retorted:
"Why should we accept a coward who abandoned his people and country to become emperor? Even Drake is better than him, let alone Alsace!"
"And most importantly, why...can't I become emperor?"
Liam Greymane said unconvinced:
"If this is really my father's will, why didn't he encourage me to become the emperor? Wasn't this his wish?"
"You want to know why?"
A weird smile appeared on Darius Crowley's cold face. He looked at Liam, just like he did a few years ago, and he said softly:
"Then you'll soon find out why...Liam."
"That was an opportunity that Varian earned for himself with his life. To be honest, if you think you can do it, then you might as well give it a try...I will never stop you!"
"The young and unruly king...we are not the only ones who chose him, remember these words!"
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When they arrived at the position in front of the Beetle Wall, in front of them was a scene of demons dancing wildly. In the direction of the previous coalition military formation, the yellow sand was covered with blood. There were insect corpses and some torn bodies of coalition soldiers everywhere, and they were destroyed.
The airship plunged diagonally into the desert, and there were still flames burning in the ruins.
The insect swarm on the beetle wall in front has even turned into a black roaring storm, and the roar of artillery can be heard faintly, proving that the frontline army has not been completely wiped out, and they are still persisting.
Arthas put on his battle helmet, looked back at the phalanx formed behind him, and said to Varian beside him:
"I will lead the Paladins to charge for a while. After Bloody Fang's artillery breaks through the position, brother, you charge in with the remaining troops. We will pick up the frontline legions and leave here quickly. There are too many bugs."
"No, Alsace."
Varian lifted his hood and looked at the position in front of him. Behind him, the Bloodfang Legion's fully armed assault regiment had formed an array. Varian squatted down and pushed aside the quicksand under his feet. It was a
The elf who died here had a pair of eyes that had lost their luster on her beautiful face. The moon blade in her hand was stained with the green blood of insects. Not far from her broken body, there were three people she killed.
Head bug.
Varian stretched out his hand and closed the elf's wide eyes. He sighed, stood up, and drew out the gray sword from behind. He looked at Arthas beside him:
"Who said we are going to retreat? Look at these bugs in front of us, Arthas, I heard about the demigod. The demigod is also in crisis. If we retreat, it will be equivalent to leaving it behind.
In this dead place, without the help of demigods, we will never be able to defeat these bugs... We want to win, and this is our only chance!"
A cold light flashed in Varian's eyes:
"We will not retreat! We rush in! Today, we will end this war!"
"Buzz"
Amidst the scream of the gray sword, Varian moved his neck. He looked at Arthas with a wild smile on his lips:
"As for the charge? As before, leave this kind of thing to me."
"I will protect you like before..."
"But you only have one legion, and the other regiments are not familiar with you yet..."
Arthas wanted to retort, but he saw Lord Darius Crowley coming from behind. The latter stood behind Varian and followed the gladiators who volunteered to follow Varian's Black Ghost Chapter.
Stand together.
Varian felt the hot wind in front of him, the wind blowing on his face in the desert, and he said:
"Don't underestimate me, Arthas, and don't underestimate my soldiers..."
"Shua"
Facing the black insect tide roaring out from the insect swarm as he sensed the arrival of the backup troops, Varian raised the long sword in his hand, and then suddenly slipped it down:
"Wolves..."
"Follow me...charge!"
The moment Varian rushed out of the military formation with his sword, behind him, under Alsace's dull gaze, waves of wolf howls echoed across the sky, resounding throughout the desert at dusk, and the blood roaring towards the sky.
The fangs raised their weapons high, and in the shadows shining, a bloodthirsty legion followed Varian in the posture of beasts, launching a desperate attack on the swarm of insects that swallowed everything in front of them.
