"The meshed timeline of the world of Azeroth has resulted in the emergence of countless Varians, so targeting Varian is useless. You need to choose a new target. This person is irreplaceable in Elune's plan, and only
In our time stream, if something happens to this person, even if the moon god Elune knows your purpose, he must resurrect this person."
Robbie asked in surprise: "Is there anyone who can satisfy these two conditions at the same time?"
Mzdono nodded:
"Strange to say, there happens to be such a person. I can't find his existence in other time streams. In this time stream, he plays a decisive role. He is Tirion Fordring."
"Tirion Fordring, the only one in the time stream?" Robbie looked surprised.
Mzdono said with a serious expression:
"Fording is a strange existence. The Cave of Time once created a fake time stream that simulated the former Southsea Town. Among them was the young Fording. This was Nozdormu's ambition to challenge Fordring.
Din's uniqueness, but unfortunately the time stream collapsed very quickly, and neither Nozdormu nor I found out the reason."
Tirion Fordring!
Robbie secretly chanted this name in his heart, never thinking that Fording, who suffered so much at the hands of the orcs, could actually be a magical and unique being.
Mzdono reminded:
"You must proceed with caution. The Moon God Elune must understand the importance of Fordring. If you really want to kill him, you may encounter the backlash of the Moon God's power."
Robbie smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, I will kill someone with a borrowed knife."
Varian woke up from a nightmare.
In the nightmare, he was not the king of Stormwind City. He had five older brothers. As the sixth son of the king, he was bullied and tortured because of his strong temper and unwillingness to give in.
In the end, he became seriously ill, and treatment failed, so he lay in bed waiting for death to come.
Varian opened his eyes with difficulty, and the nightmare gradually faded from his memory. Countless chaotic memories entered his mind, and the memories of that scene gradually became clear.
He is the only son of King Llane and the king of Stormwind City. The Undead Scourge conspired to destroy the world and controlled the evil Drakkari Frost Troll.
Varian led an army of 50,000 and fought side by side with the Horde's General Garrosh. They first conquered the Daklon Fortress occupied by the Scourge, and then defeated the army of the Zul'Drak Empire.
Unfortunately, Varian was too arrogant and led his army to pursue the fleeing Frost King Malak, and accidentally fell into the siege of the Scourge.
Facing the Scourge that could not be seen beyond the horizon, Varian was ready to die on the battlefield. At this critical moment, it was the heroic Garrosh who led the orc army to save him.
Armed with Gorehowl, Garrosh personally led his army to break through fifteen lines of defense of the Scourge, killing millions of Scourge, and severely wounded the Lich King Arthas with one axe.
Varian was inspired and fought hard. With the help of the Dove of Peace staff and the royal guards, he finally broke out of the siege and met Jaina who came to rescue him.
"The battle was too fierce. I should have been seriously injured. Jaina used the teleportation spell to send me to the ship."
Feeling the bed shaking slightly, Varian confirmed that he was on a large ship and was rushing back to Stormwind City. At this moment, his body was full of strength and his injuries had healed. It seemed that the priest of the Cathedral of Light had extraordinary skills.
"Your Majesty the King, you are awake."
A staff member looked at him with concern. For some reason, his eyes were a little evasive.
Varian did not suspect anything, and memories emerged little by little. This aide fought extremely bravely, and in the most critical breakout battle, he severely wounded the Scourge's general Kel'Thuzad.
"I'm fine, my injury has healed."
Varian sat on the bed and asked worriedly:
"What happened to my fifty thousand troops?"
The staff looked at Varian anxiously: "Your Majesty the King, what do you remember?"
Varian was a little strange and said: "I remember leading an army to pursue the Frost King Malak and being surrounded by the Scourge. I finally broke through the siege. By the way, you defeated Kel'Thuzad."
The expression of the staff member changed several times, and finally he said solemnly:
"Yes, it was a tragic battle. I was just lucky. I only thought about fighting for Azeroth, fighting for the Alliance, and breaking through to protect His Majesty the King, so I defeated Kel'Thuzad. It's a pity that our 50,000
The army was almost completely wiped out."
Varian punched the bed hard and said angrily:
"I am at odds with the Scourge, and I vowed to kill Arthas. No matter what, it was my mistake that led to the destruction of the 50,000-strong army. After returning to Stormwind City, I will apologize to the people and resign.
The throne of King of Stormwind."
The staff couldn't figure out Varian's temper and asked tentatively:
"Your Majesty the King, what are your plans next?"
Varian hesitated for a moment and regretted his impulsive speech just now: "I need your help. In my heart, I have always wanted to become a great king and leave my name in history."
The staff's worried hearts finally calmed down, and they thought that His Majesty the King was still the same as before, and they immediately said flatteringly:
"Your Majesty the King, if you want to leave your name in history and achieve great things, you have two ways to choose."
"How do you say this?" Varian showed strong interest.
The staff boasted:
"It is a thorny road full of hardships. You need to be strict with yourself, lead by example, and live like a monk in the Cathedral of Light. You must avoid meat and wine, reject all luxuries, stay away from all personal enjoyment, and focus all your energy on
On governing the country.”
Varian was stunned and asked with some fear: "Can't it be more relaxed?"
The staff member shook his head helplessly: "Your Majesty, to achieve great things, you must pay a price. Even so, you may not succeed, and you may still be scolded by future generations."
Varian pondered for a while and asked, "What about the second way?"
The staff member was secretly proud and said calmly:
"The second way is to learn from Thrall, the savior, to enjoy luxury, act recklessly, be lawless, and slaughter all living beings. After I die, I will not care about the flood. Just control the historian's pen and let the inheritance of the king of Stormwind City continue. In your
During life and after death, those who dare to speak ill of you can be silenced. You are destined to be a great king and leave your name in history."
Varian snorted in displeasure:
"Of course I choose the first path."
The staff said respectfully: "Your Majesty the King, this is a blessing to the Kingdom of Stormwind and a blessing to the Alliance. With your words, Azeroth has been saved."
Varian waved his hand and asked: "Okay, we lost 50,000 troops this time, how should we deal with it?"
The staff member smiled slightly and said understandingly:
"Your Majesty the King, no one knows the existence of these 50,000 troops. I will tell everyone who knows to shut up."
Varian lay down again, thinking that this was the right thing to do.
But for some reason, he felt strange to this bed, this ship, the staff and royal guards around him, and even the whole world.