After Uther and the Silver Crusade disappeared, the banquet at Mount Hyjal continued, and Thrall at the table let out a silly laugh.
Agna beside her was already numb. Her dead fish-like eyes stared at the sky intently, no longer crying, like a piece of dead wood.
Varian felt more and more excited. The torture of Thrall and Agnar gave him a sense of supreme satisfaction, and he still had no intention of stopping.
Jaina was a little bored, chatting quietly with Kalecgos, one person and one dragon unbridled, constantly laughing happily.
Varian's expression was calm, but his heart was pounding, feeling that this matter would never end.
Even Uther, the Bringer of Light, has come back from the dead, and I don’t know what other terrifying characters will appear.
A long sigh reached Varian's ears, and his heart sank suddenly.
The deepest memory is that in the most difficult days, even his father, King Ryan, could not be relied on. There was only a solid arm for him to rely on, helping him grow when the country was ruined and the family was ruined. Varian's tears instantly overflowed.
Eye socket.
But soon, Varian felt a sense of discomfort, as if he was watching a touching drama rather than a memory of personal experience. This discomfort made Varian suspect that the world was fake.
"Has my memory deceived me?"
Varian turned around in confusion and saw an old man with a pale face.
Anduin Lothar, just like when he was alive, had a resolute face full of unyielding.
Varian hesitated. Although the softest place deep in his memory was touched, it couldn't really move him. He didn't know where the problem was. Could it be that his heart had become stiff after being the king for a long time?
Sir Lothar was about thirty meters away from Varian. He seemed to be hesitating. The former regent of the Kingdom of Stormwind and the supreme commander of the Alliance of Lordaeron was now in a dilemma. He could not make up his mind. He walked towards Varian and then backed away a few times.
step.
"Sir!" Varian's lips trembled slightly, wanting to say something.
Sir Lothar heard Varian's voice, sighed again, took a few steps forward hesitantly, shook his head, and walked aside as if to stay away from here.
Stopping, Sir Lothar seemed to have figured it out, and came to Varian, stared at Varian seriously, closed his eyes and shook his head: "You are not him."
"What did you say?" Varian was confused.
Sir Lothar smiled bitterly, walked half a circle around the dining table, looked at the three dragon kings on the side, and said in a cold voice: "Alexa, Queen of the Red Dragon, your help to the orcs back then caused the seven human kingdoms to sacrifice their lives.
The price I paid will never be forgotten."
The Red Dragon Queen taunted nonchalantly: "You are dead, old man, but I will always live."
Sir Lothar turned to look at the Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu again:
"Gul'dan, Blackhand, Orgrim, and Hellscream were all once defeated by me. But you provided a steady stream of reinforcements to the orcs and helped them regain their strength again and again. I will remember this account firmly.
.”
Nozdormu smiled slightly: "Survival has always been cruel for young humans. When will humans learn the laws of nature?"
Sir Lothar laughed: "You do not belong to this era. I have seen your remnant soul down there, suffering all kinds of pain and torture."
"Damn it, what did you say?" Nozdormu's face turned pale with shock, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.
Sir Lothar slowed down his speech and said word by word:
"You are just a delicious meal for that great being, just like Thrall on the dining table. Your power of time has made you be eaten countless times, and you will moan between the sharp teeth, endlessly."
Nozdormu's beard and hair fluttered, and he roared: "Do you want to die?"
Sir Lothar didn't care and said sarcastically: "Don't you understand? Why should I give you the power of time? It's just because the bronze dragon is the most delicious and the most incompetent among the dragons."
Nozdormu was finally angered, and tyrannical power surged out of his body, but he had not lost his mind yet. Sir Lothar's mysterious resurrection from the dead made him dare not act rashly.
Sir Lothar looked at Nozdormu contemptuously, then looked at Ysera aside, and warned coldly:
"You have failed to eliminate the nightmare and cannot control the Emerald Dream. Time is running out. If you behave well enough, the Moon God is willing to keep you as a pet."
Ysera did not have the courage like Nozdormu, so she turned pale with fear and was speechless.
Sir Lothar walked in front of Varian's army like a review, and even arranged the collars of two soldiers with his own hands, and said with great disappointment:
"The Kingdom of Stormwind has always run its military very strictly. The kings of the past generations have set strict rules and built an iron army. The peace of the kingdom is defended with blood. Look at you, you look like a group of brave adventurers. It's really
Let me down."
The heartbroken Sir Lothar circled around and came to Varian again, pointing to Thrall on the dining table: "Let him go, it will be good for everyone."
Varian's discomfort became more and more intense, and he no longer respected Sir Lothar so much. He asked domineeringly: "Answer me, who sent you here?"
Sir Lothar said without changing his expression: "You should understand that it is best never to mention that name, Varian. The time has not yet come, and it is not the time for the final battle."
"What are you talking about?" Varian asked confused.
In the palace floating in the air, Robbie suddenly understood something and said to Xavius: "Okay, order Varian to release Thrall."
Xavius was confused and only heard Robbie explain: "Didn't you notice Sir Lothar's footsteps? He walked back and forth a long way. What if they are connected?"
After a long silence, Xavius and Deathwing, who were hidden in the darkness, made a sound at the same time: "It's very much like curved lightning."
Robbie said worriedly: "Ten thousand years ago, I saw the same shape of lightning on Aman'Thul's staff Orodur.
King of the Titans, Supreme Father Aman'Thul.
This name weighs heavily on the hearts of the three of them. He is the nightmare of the entire Azeroth, the murderer of the collapse of the earth and the mass extinction of life thousands of years ago.
"Let Thrall go!" Deathwing's voice was listless.
Xavius said dejectedly: "I understand, the time has not come yet."
Just when Varian was about to refuse, he suddenly heard a voice.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, let Thrall and Agnar return."
Varian did not dare to refuse and faced Lothar with a smile: "Sir, it's as you wish. I hope we still have a chance to meet."
Sir Lothar shook his head: "I hope we will never meet."
The farce of Thrall's wedding finally ended, Varian led the army back to Stormwind City, Thrall and Agnar were sent to the Great Vortex for training by the two leaders of the Earth Ring.
Not far from the altar built by Thrall, at the foot of a hill, Cairn Bloodhoof struggled hard. He was seriously injured, and he hid in a corner without being discovered by Varian.
After carefully treating the wound, Kane knew that if he did not receive professional treatment, he might not have much time left, so he prayed to Mother Earth.
Kane's prayer was answered, and a tall figure appeared. It was an old female tauren, looking down at Kane. Bloodhoof.