Azeroth’s Death Track

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The relationship between Varian and Alsace is very complicated.

During the First Orc War, Stormwind City was captured by Orgrim Commander Ork, King Lane died in the hands of the orc assassin Garona, and Varian, who was only 14 years old, followed his adoptive father Lothar The nationals went to seek refuge in northern Xinjiang, and as the only heir of the Wrynn family, Varian was sent to live in the court of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

Terenas Menethil was very kind to this young guest from afar, and even treated him as his own son. This made Alsace, who was only 8 years old, very curious at the time, of course, he also had some inner feelings Jealous, but that was just the child's senses. He thought that the arrival of Varian had robbed some of his father's love for him.

But the children always became friends quickly, and after that, until the orc was defeated by the Alliance in the Burning Plains, and until the reconstruction of Stormwind was completed, Varian lived with Alsace and his sister Kalia, The three children have grown up almost years from real siblings.

Not to mention, in this timeline, when Orgrim commanded the orcs to siege Lordaeron, the three children also received the "help" of Tyrion together when they were most in danger. Of course, that was already very Things far away.

In short, Varian and Alsace have true feelings of sympathetic brothers, and also have a sense of competition. After all, even a boy is a prince, and he will inherit the country to become a king in the future, and Varian’s growth has repeatedly made King Terenas felt very gratified, and even said several times in the King's Parliament that if the future Alsace could become like Varian, he would definitely be very gratified.

But the competition between the two is not to treat the other as an enemy...

Varian is a man of mercy, he has never forgotten the fear and uneasiness of his childhood away from home, and he has never forgotten that King Terenas hugged him when he first arrived at the court of Lordaeron. His scene, in his heart, although the status of King Terenas can not be compared with his adoptive father Losa, but the benevolent king is definitely a person he regards as an elder relative, and he learns to rule the country from King Terenas. Way, observe the operation mode of Lordaeron and so on.

Varian passed on the kindness of King Terenas to him in another way to Arthas who was always behind him. He helped the younger brother to lead by example and protect him from danger, and from He never gave up.

In Alsace’s mind, Varian’s image is also a near-perfect brother. When he was a child, he sometimes hoped that Varian was truly his brother, and when he heard that the Storm Kingdom was captured by the undead, his Varian After his brother left the letter, Arthas swore more than once to seek justice for Varian.

These two people are almost a perfect example of the friendship between nobles in the age of the Empire. Unfortunately, in the new world, the fate of both people has been changed. Now, no one can know where the two people’s future will go, just like there is no People know where the future of the empire will go.

"Look, this is Xiao Anduin, your nephew."

On the war horses of Mercedes-Benz, Varian and Arthas walked side by side. Both of them were very powerful in manipulating the war horses. In this sandy Mercedes-Benz, they could also chat as usual, and Varian held his neck. The pendant on the hand was passed to Arthas, who took it in his hand and opened the mechanism. The golden pendant that popped out had a realistic magical effect on it.

Varian squatted on the ground, holding Anduin's shoulders in his hands, while Anduin raised his Champions League belt with joyful hands, his eyes full of joy, just like calling someone in front.

"Oh, the Holy Light is on, he is exactly like you in childhood."

Arthas sighed with emotion. In the magical image, the faces of the two fathers and sons were almost sticking together. Except for the different hair color, Anduin’s cheeks were almost the same as the reprinted version of Alvaras’s memory of Varian as a child. .

But now, Arthas turned his head to look at Varian riding on the horse. The battle marks on his face were so shocking that people could not help thinking. What kind of terrible battle did Varian experience before he could Be like this now.

Probably aware of Alsace's eyes, Varian turned his head to look at him, took the pendant, put it on his neck, and then asked with all his leisure:

"what happened?"

"You... did you take Anduin back?"

Arthas hesitated or asked the question: "Did you win that tyrant?"

"No, I lost."

Varian behaved calmly, his black hair blowing in the desert wind, he looked at the battlefield of the beetle wall in front of him, he said softly:

"It was a terrible loss, but I still saw Anduin. He is now with his mother. They are living very well. When the things in this continent are done, I will go find them again..."

"Go next time and bring this sword!"

Arthas patted the long sword behind him and whispered to Varian:

"This sword is ready to be made for Tyrion...I call it..."

"Pale justice!"

Varian haha ​​smiled and patted Alsace's shoulder:

"My brother, I have heard about the big things you did. Mekatok didn't tell you when he came back that night, was it the mysterious soldier who helped them escape from the battlefield?"

"that is you!"

Arthas widened his eyes. Of course he knew that a mysterious warrior appeared that night, helping the precarious rescue team at that time. It can be said that the mysterious and powerful soldier used his own power to reverse the whole rescue operation. As a result, he thought about it, and in the end he thought it should be an old man of the Empire hidden in the Federation, but he never thought that that person would be Varian.

"I knew that you never gave up your responsibilities."

Arthas said with emotion, but made Varian silent. After a few seconds, Varian actively changed the subject. He looked at Arthas and he asked:

"How are you and Anna going? Are you planning to get married?"

This question was rather embarrassing to ask Alsace. He pretended to watch the surrounding desert with caution and replied in a low voice:

"The identity of the two of us... is somewhat embarrassing, and the eldest brother is like a father, 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, but Seriously, I don’t want to grieve Anna. We have experienced so many things together. I don’t want to make our feelings political.”

This answer made Varian stunned, but he was not a fool after all. After thinking for a few seconds, he understood the reason. He squinted and muttered to himself:

"Is it really because...the emperor's throne?"

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On the other side, while Varian and Arthas were talking, in the middle of the line, King Liam, who was responsible for protecting the blood-fanged artillery unit, was also talking with his elder lord Dalyus Crowley.

But compared to the nature between Alsace and Varian, the atmosphere of the conversation between the two is somewhat strange.

Liam has completely experienced the werewolf disaster of Gilneas. Although the whole blood pressure legion is dressed as a human, he still feels a wild breath from these gloomy soldiers...Varian This legion brought back by His Majesty, more than 30,000 people...all are werewolves!

Even Lord Darius, with a werewolf breath on him, made young Liam somewhat unacceptable, but... he was more concerned about another matter.

"My father, Jean Greymane, where is he?"

Liam was riding on the horse, Shen Sheng asked, and the eyes of Lord Darius who walked with him did not change much. After a few seconds, he was talented and said without emotion:

"Jean is dead, he was killed in the assassination of Tyrion, he fulfilled the king's mission, that's it."

"that's it?"

Liam looked up, and the scar on his chin was beating. He stared at Dalyus, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Me, Tess, and my mother, and your daughter, and also my queen, my dear... We are all waiting for news about you and my father, and now we finally meet, and then you tell I...my father is dead? Is that the case? Crowley...Uncle!"

This "uncle" made the indifferent lord slightly moved, but a moment later, he said indifferently:

"If I told you he was still alive, would you go find him?"

"of course!"

There was a glimmer of hope in Liam Greymane's eyes, but the next moment, Lord Crowley Shen Sheng said:

"Then he really died."

"enough!"

Liam felt he was being fooled. He wanted to say something, but when he looked up, he saw a pair of emotionless, beast-like eyes, and Lord Darius stared at the young Gilneas. King, he said word by word:

"Jean, you are familiar, is dead! Don't try to find him. Now he is living with a gesture of disgusting you and disgusting you. Don't burden him any more, Liam! It’s my last advice, and... I brought him back as King Gilneas, the last command you gave!”

"What order?"

Liam asked subconsciously.

Crowley was silent for a few seconds, and then whispered:

"Support Varian Wrynn...become the emperor!"

"I do not accept!"

Liam was startled, he retorted:

"Why should we accept a coward who abandoned his people and country to become an emperor? Even Drake is better than him, let alone Arthas!"

"And most importantly, why...I can't be the emperor?"

Liam Greymane said in disapproval:

"If this is really my father's death, why didn't he encourage me to become an emperor, isn't this his wish?"

"You want to know why?"

Dalius Crowley's indifferent face showed a weird smile. He looked at Liam, just like years ago, he said softly:

"Then you will soon know why... Liam."

"That's Varian's life-giving opportunity to earn himself. Seriously, if you think you can do it, then you might as well give it a try...I will never stop it!"

"Young and daredevil... Not only did we choose him, remember this sentence!"

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At the position in front of the beetle wall, in front of them was a scene of demonic dancing. In the position of the former coalition army, the yellow sand was covered with blood, and there were corpses and some torn bodies of the coalition soldiers. 'S airship plunged diagonally into the desert, and flames were burning in the ruins.

The swarm of the beetle wall in front has even turned into a black whistling storm, and the sound of artillery roar can be heard faintly, proving that the front line legion is still not covered by the whole army, and they are still insisting.

Arthas put on the battle helmet. He looked back at the phalanx lined up behind him. He said to Varian:

"I'll take the Paladin for a while. After the blood-fanged artillery broke open, brother, you rushed in with the rest of the army. We picked up the front line and will leave here quickly. There are too many worms."

"No, Arthas."

Varian lifted his hood open. He looked at the position in front of him. Behind him, the fully armed assault wing of the Blood Tooth Legion had formed an array. Varian squatted down and turned away the quicksand under his feet. It was a The elf who died in battle here has a pair of eyes that have lost their beauty. The moon blade in her hand is covered with green blood of insects. Not far from her broken body, there are three killed by her. Head bug.

Varian stretched out his hand and closed the elf's wide eyes. He sighed, stood up, and pulled out the gray sword behind his back. He looked at Alsace beside him:

"Who said we were going to retreat? Look at the bugs in front of me, Arthas, I heard about the demigod, and the demigod is also in crisis. If we retreat, it is equivalent to leaving it in. In this dead place, without the help of the demi-god, we can never defeat these bugs... we want to win, this is our only chance!"

There was a cold flash in Varian's eyes:

"We do not withdraw! We rush in! Just today, we end this war!"

"Om"

In the hiss of the gray long sword, Varian moved his neck, and he looked at Arthas with a wild smile on the corner of his mouth:

"As for the charge? Just like before, let me do this kind of thing."

"I will protect you as before..."

"But you only have one legion, and the other wings are not familiar with you..."

Arthas wanted to refute, but saw Lord Darius Crowley, who came from behind, who stood behind Varian, and gladiators of the Black Ghost Warfare who voluntarily followed Varian stand together.

Varian felt the scorching wind in front of him, the wind blowing across his face in the desert, he said:

"Don't underestimate me, Arthas, and don't underestimate my soldiers..."

"Uh"

Faced with the black worm tide that rushed out of the swarm from the swarm, the long sword in his hand was raised, and then suddenly fell:

"Group of wolves..."

"Follow me... charge!"

At the moment when Varian rushed out of the army with his sword, behind him, in Alsace's dull gaze, the waves of wolf echoing through the sky echoed through the desert under the dusk, the blood roaring in the sky The wolves raised their weapons high, and between the gleaming shadows, a bloodthirsty army followed Varian as a beast, launching a decisive impact on the swarm that engulfed everything in front of them.

"Wolves... growl..."

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