Azeroth’s Death Track

For a soldier, it is very inappropriate to rashly attack a strong enemy on an unfamiliar battlefield.

Although the fighters generally act reckless, in fact, the fighters who can survive thousands of fierce battles are definitely real masters.

They are good at reconnaissance before the attack, and cover evacuation after the attack. In fact, if you have a qualified fighter with you on the real battlefield, it is definitely the luckiest thing.

And now, in this dark land, Varian looked at the very relaxed High Lord Tyrion wearing an elf robe in front of him. After the initial surprise and vigilance, Varian, who was not armed, quickly After calming down, Varian didn't show too much hesitation in the face of the great lord's invitation. He could probably guess where it was from the surrounding wilderness that was blowing the cold wind from Lingling Realm.

The legendary world of the dead, the home of the dead.

This was on Tyrion's territory, and if he wanted to kill Varian, he could just move a finger and not have to mess around with it, so it was really a normal invitation to drink.

So Varian didn't hesitate for too long, he nodded and looked around, but there was no place to sit down.

The great lord took a step forward, and a table and chairs made of pure ice appeared beside Varian. Tyrion glanced at the half-weathered demon skeleton at his feet, and said softly:

Very well, it seems that you are much luckier than the last living creature that came here.

The two wine glasses were placed on the ice table. The great lord tilted the wine bottle in the other hand and poured the two glasses of blood wine into the crystal glass. He sat comfortably on another chair with his legs crossed. Then looking at Varian in front of him, he spread his hands:

Sorry, I don't often receive people from outside here. I have been away from your world for too long, and I don't know what style you are popular now. In short, after drinking this glass of wine... just go away.

I'm very busy.

While speaking, the great lord picked up the wine glass, raised it towards Varian, and then poured the blood-red wine into his mouth. He looked at Varian who was silent, and said:

I guess, you are thinking, why you tore up Lothar's scroll and came to my world... What I want to tell you is that this is not an accident.

The high lord's answer made Varian raise his head. He picked up the wine glass exuding a faint bloody smell and shook it slightly in his hand. He looked at Tyrion:

So, was that scroll originally for my adoptive father Lothar? Between you and him...

No no, it's not me.

Tyrion showed a warm smile, and he explained:

That scroll was given to Lothar by an old friend. It was a scroll with Bwonsamdi's death power attached to it, which could keep Lothar's soul, but the old man refused to use it, and left it to My successor, you have to understand, this should be Bwonsamdi's job, but now Bwonsamdi is my subordinate and he is busy, so, I am here for him, to complete this contract... ready ?

etc!

Varian said in a deep voice:

What kind of contract is this? I don't know the content yet!

Please.

The great lord rolled his eyes helplessly. He pointed to the wilderness of the dead ahead and the prototype of the Dark Blade City in the distance. He said:

This is the land of the dead, what else do you want to do here?

It's nothing more than a contract of immortality. During your tenure as the emperor of the empire, the hell of the dead will not take away your soul, but once you leave office, die of old age, or are kicked off the throne of the emperor, then...yours The soul is mine.

Sorry, I refuse!

Varian stood up and gulped down the blood wine. The unique coldness that belonged to the wine of the undead flowed all over his body, making his soul feel as if it was in the extreme cold, but it was not painful. , On the contrary, it made his soul vision sharper, as if all the dust and haze had been wiped clean.

The human king raised his empty goblet to Tyrion and said:

Thank you for the wine, but I don't need your contract. My adoptive father has shown me the way. The emperor of the human empire does not rely on this blessing to be noble. I will not...

Snapped

Before Varian could finish his words, the bone seal in Tyrion's hand had already been stamped on his heart. The seal was like a spirit body, piercing through Varian's clothes and his flesh and blood until Imprinted into the heart, directly into the soul, after everything last night, the high lord moved his shoulders and threw another sealed scroll into Varian's hands. He left without looking back, and waved his hand:

Okay, the contract is established, you can go.

In addition, when you die of old age, I will personally take away your soul, and tell your successor casually, when he wears the emperor's crown, don't forget to open this scroll! From now on, this will be a human The only form of imperial emperor inheritance.

So... Varian...

See you in 87 years!

The voice of the great lord faded away, and Varian touched his heart. He wanted to rush over to ask the great lord for an explanation, but the moment he took a step, the ice table and chair beside him suddenly shattered, like It is the endless bright fragments shining in mid-air. All the images about the dead world in front of him are distorted at this moment. Even the back of Tyrion in front of him becomes distorted and chaotic, reflected in the broken vision in front of his eyes , just like a black ghost image pieced together from dark fragments.

It all seemed like a sudden dream, a worst nightmare.

swish

Varian's eyes opened at this moment, and he saw the dome dotted with the murals of the legend of the Holy Light above his head. His perception returned to his body, allowing him to move his head and look at the surrounding decorations. This is not the Cathedral of Holy Light, here It's New Stormwind City, the Winter Palace, and this is his bedroom...but obviously...

Varian, you're finally awake!

Queen Valeera's cries of surprise sounded in Varian's ears. The next moment, a perfect body rushed into his arms. Varian stroked his wife's long hair in a daze, and asked in a low voice. :

Why am I here? How long has it been?

3 days.

Valeera looked at her husband worriedly, she whispered:

It's been 3 full days since we left Baitacheng Port and returned home. I thought you were under some kind of curse, but His Majesty Faol said that this is a process. He said... this is an emperor The process that has to go through, he said it's all normal, how are you? Feeling okay?

Ah, it's like having a nightmare.

Varian rubbed his head, his other hand was taken out of the quilt, he looked at the scroll in the other hand which was not heavy, only he could see the pale light shining on the scroll, the light was in the Tell him that everything just now was not a dream.

The gladiator king shook his head. He felt that his mind was in a mess. He needed some time to be alone, so he said to his wife:

Honey, I need a glass of wine and a meal. I'm very hungry...By the way, Valeera, did Your Majesty say anything else?

His Majesty Faol asked me to tell you as I was leaving.

Valeera stood up, straightened her hair, and said to Varian:

Your Majesty said, let you make all preparations, he will announce the will of the Holy Light, but you need to solve the secular problems yourself, oh, yes, we have a special guest, he is already waiting in the Winter Palace You are old, he said, he is your swordsmanship instructor.

Muradin?

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Ten minutes later, Varian, who hastily finished a simple meal, appeared in the living room of the palace in his normal clothes. This is a private living room, often only used to receive Varian's personal friends.

For the officials of the current Stormwind Kingdom, it is a very honorable thing to be invited to talk in the king's private living room. Although Varian is currently only the kingdom's diplomatic and national symbol, in fact, His status in the hearts of the people has already surpassed that of Emperor Lothar, and for the people of the Stormwind Kingdom, if the empire needs a new emperor, then their king is definitely the perfect candidate.

Muradin!

Varian saw the short man sitting on the sofa with his back turned to him at a glance. He walked forward quickly and sat opposite Muradin. He looked at the hooded diamond dwarf in front of him. He knew what happened. The accident happened to Muradin, but he didn't care what his friend became. For someone like Varian, a friend is a friend, and no matter what he becomes, he is still a friend.

How did you find time to come to me?

Varian asked with a smile: Aren't you studying the secrets of the ancestors in Ulduar?

The old dwarf was also very happy to see the heroic Varian, and Muradin replied in his own clang voice:

I have something important to talk to you about, but you seem to be different, your vitality is very strong, like a sun that will never go out, and a river that will never dry up , do you have any adventures?

Well, it's hard to say, but it will eventually dry up one day.

Varian said to himself:

Just after 87 years, I already know the date of my death, forget it, let's not talk about this, Muradin, is there anything important for you to come here?

Yes, and it's very important!

Talking about business, Muradin's diamond face also showed a serious look, and he said in a deep voice:

I heard the call of the spirit of the world, Varian, and I became the voice of Elune. The spirit of the world told me that the biggest crisis in Azeroth is coming, and I must unite all the forces of civilization to deal with it. Everything, your human empire is a very important member, and I have heard the recent uproar about the emperor's throne, I am here to ask you, Varian...

Are you willing to become the emperor of the empire? If you are willing, I will persuade the dwarves to support you! I will persuade other forces to support you! As long as you can gather the power of the human empire in the shortest possible time ! I need you on our side!

Muradin's question made Varian's face serious. The human king looked at his swordsmanship instructor and said:

Muradin, I thought you wouldn't like politics...

I really don't like it!

The dwarf said frankly:

I and the spirit of the world behind me just need a united human empire!

We not only need you, we also need night elves, and those smelly orcs, cunning trolls and tauren, even centaurs! Even bugs! We need all the power of this world, whether they are civilized or not Race! Varian, this will be an alliance that truly spans Azeroth. I have persuaded those neutral organizations, Blightcaller, Cenarion, Earthen Ring, and even those assassins. Threats!

The strife within the empire will weaken your strength, and when the doomsday war comes, weakening means defeat! We have no chance to try again, Varian. On the doomsday battlefield, we will need You and your empire, so, tell me...

Are you willing to be an emperor? Do you want to be an emperor? Frankly speaking, I don't even look up to other kings of you humans! Young Alsace may be very good, but he is still a little worse than you.

The diamond dwarf jumped off the sofa, propped his arms on the table, looked at Varian in front of him, and asked in a tone of one-shot trading:

So, give me an accurate word!

About your becoming emperor, do you want to do it, or not?