Azeroth’s Death Track

Varian Wrynn, the 23-year-old King of Stormwind.

He also experienced too many major events in his short life. When he was 14 years old, his father was assassinated on the throne by the half-orc assassin Garona, which directly caused the Kingdom of Stormwind to lose completely in the face of the orc attack. , the entire kingdom was forced into exile in northern Xinjiang.

When he was 16 years old, the orcs attacked Lordaeron, and he saw the scene of the orcs besieging Lordaeron's royal city with his own eyes. The terrifying scene seemed familiar. His homeland faced the same tragedy, but Lordaeron eventually survived.

And when he was 18 years old, the orcs were completely defeated in the Burning Plains, and the second orc war ended. Varian also ended his four-year exile, returned to the old site of Stormwind City, and took over his father's throne.

And now, at the age of 23, his brief reign over the Kingdom of Stormwind is coming to an end... His kingdom has once again been forced into exile in the northern borders, and this time... he has a premonition that it will be difficult for him to return to his homeland in his lifetime , so he decided to live and die with his own country and his own city.

But before that, he wanted to send away the two people he cared about the most, his beloved queen Tiffany, and his blood inheritance, the little prince Anduin Wrynn.

But now, the two people he cared about the most fell into the hands of his most terrifying enemy. Watching his son being embraced by the king of undead, this scene made Wali feel cold all over his body, like falling into an ice cave .

Let go of Anduin!

Varian subconsciously raised his weapon and was about to rush towards Tyrion, but the Dark Blade King's finger rested on the neck of the unconscious Queen Tiffany. This action caused Varian's attack to be disintegrated before it even started. .

He stood in front of the throne at a loss, he didn't know what to do.

You lack a kind of courage, you haven't found your true destiny, you can't become the Varian Wrynn I remember, you can't become the ghost wolf galloping around the world.

Tyrion said softly:

Now you are not worthy of this name!

There was a look of disappointment in the eyes of the Dark Blade King. He carried the little prince in his arms and moved forward. Behind him, an invisible force pushed the queen's hospital bed to follow.

Tyrion strolled past Varian who was standing still, he looked at the throne behind the king, turned around, and he sat on it, leaning against the cold stone seat, his ice blue eyes In, there is a touch of nostalgia.

7 years ago, I met you at Lordaeron's Lake Lordaeron outside the city of Lordaeron... and Lordaeron's prince Arthas and his sister. At that time, you were very brave and faced the impossible The opponent you defeated, you will choose to fight, now? Have you lost that courage?

Threatening me with the lives of children and women, a despicable person like you is worthy of courage?

Varian clasped his long sword firmly in his gauntlet, looked at Tyrion sitting on the throne, gritted his teeth and said:

Let go of my son and wife, and I'll show you, Wrynn's courage!

Seeing Varian who was completely enraged, his eyes widened and his blood pulsed like a roaring beast, Tyrion finally saw the Varian in his memory from the young man in front of him... Although only a little familiar.

He stood up, put the sleeping little prince beside his mother, and then stepped down from the throne. The white ice quickly grew in his palm, and soon formed a long ice sword. He pointed the blade at Varian hooked his hand towards him:

Come! Let me see your fury.

Roar!

The young king, who had no idea what to do, uttered a battle cry, roaring and rushing towards Tyrion in front of him. In the king's hall where the dim candlelight was shining, his battle began.

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Mathias Shaw was hiding in the shadow of Stormwind Fortress. The moment Tyrion jumped off the Death Raven and entered Stormwind City without a sound, he discovered the identity of the Darkblade King. He followed him quietly, looking for a precious opportunity.

SI7 performed very poorly in the disaster in Stormwind City. The intelligence organization created by Shaw's grandmother failed to detect the movements of the undead in advance, and the operation in the old city also ended in a terrible failure.

But this is not actually due to Shaw's lack of ability. After the reconstruction of Stormwind City, SI:7, which suffered a great loss in the Orc War, was re-established. Just 5 years is not enough to rejuvenate an intelligence organization. His agents are still young, and the rebellion in Westfall has attracted too much attention from SI:7.

To be honest, being able to discover Countess Katerina's hidden secrets and make Princess Black Dragon feel anxious has already proved Xiaoer's ability, but no matter how strong he is alone, he can't fight against the entire Dark Blade. It took Ryan 7 years and countless battles to be able to polish the war machine.

No one can stop it, and it's not Shaw's fault.

But a sense of guilt lingered in Xiao Er's heart, and he had to do something to ensure that he would not be completely overwhelmed by that sense of guilt.

When King Varian and the Dark Blade King were fighting together, Shaw found an opportunity. He quietly approached the throne. On the edge of the throne, there were unguarded little princes and queens. Before the Dark Blade King found out, he transferred the blood of the Wrynn family to a safe place.

Xiao Er, who was walking in the shadows, was as nimble as a cat. He quickly crossed the battlefield, approached the throne, and wanted to reach out to hug the little prince, but at this moment, the coldness from behind made Xiao Er quickly Dodging aside, the ice dagger pierced out of the shadow pierced through the air. The next moment, the ghost that Xiaoer had seen once appeared before his eyes again.

The ghost assassin who looked exactly like him was playing with the ice-like dagger, leaning on the throne, he stretched out his fingers, and with a nasty smile on his face, he waved to Xiao Er:

Your Majesty doesn't want your fighting spirit to be disturbed... so if you dare to reach out again, I'll cut it off!

you again!

Xiao Er clenched his teeth, he stared at the ghost in front of him, but the latter had a relaxed expression, and even chatted with Xiao Er:

When I escaped from the hell of the apocalypse, I planned to get rid of you, the thief who stole my body, at the first time, but then I found out that this is actually quite interesting, waiting until your despicable soul is frightened When I am overwhelmed, I will absorb the nutrients of your soul, and this body that belongs to me will become stronger... You have met our grandmother, right?

Ghost Assassin said softly:

Did she tell you...you are not the grandson she remembers at all!

She did.

Shaw replied: She told me that something happened to me. She said that my soul does not belong to this world, but my name is still Mathias Shaw, so...you don't want to let I meddling in this fight? Then tell me! Tell me, what happened to me?

Ghost Assassin raised his unreal eyebrows. After confirming that Xiao Er was not lying, he said with a sinister smile:

It seems that you have forgotten it. It's okay. Let me remind you. In the Burning Plains, I took the risk of attacking His Majesty in order to save Turalyon. The cold blood flowed to death, and then...then my soul was swallowed by the apocalypse, that hurts, that sword...it's like a madman!

I've been changed, Shaw, I've been changed forever, and while I was suffering, you stole my body, honored my name, stole my life , stole everything from me... Take your hand away!

The Ghost Assassin let out a roar, and his figure instantly disappeared in place. When he reappeared, the sharp dagger had already stabbed at Xiao Er, who secretly grabbed the little prince's swaddling wrist, but Xiao Er did not stop taking risks because of the threat. The blade pierced through the pain of the body, hugged the little prince in his arms, then turned around and jumped into the shadows.

Go and bring him back!

Tyrion, who was easily resisting Varian's attack, seemed to have seen this scene, and he ordered softly:

My Black Shore, go and bring Anduin back...I don't want to interfere in your game with Shaw, but you'd better not spoil my good mood at this time.

Yes, Your Majesty!

Ghost Assassin Heshaw bowed to salute, the next moment, his figure disappeared into the air like a real ghost.

You are lucky to have loyal subordinates.

Tyrion wielded a long sword of ice with one hand, and moved in the throne room like a stroll in the courtyard, resisting Varian's attack like a crazy beast. The young king's swordsmanship was very good, but he had never been on the battlefield , in terms of combat experience, he is much weaker than Tyrion.

I don't have such worry-free subordinates... As you can see, I lead a group of lunatics and paranoids to fight against you. Just balancing their weird needs makes my brain ache.

Tyrion complained in a low voice. He turned his wrist and blocked Varian's epee with a precise block. During the power conversion, he released the force of the epee from the epee, and then pushed it outward. The momentum of the attack The young king who was so fierce that he ignored the defense immediately fell to the ground unsteadily.

The Dark Blade King flicked his blade, and a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his icy blue eyes:

You're wasting my time, Varian, and if that's all you're capable of...that's disappointing.

ah!

Varian let out a howl, jumped up, as if he had lost all his sanity, waved his sword with both hands, and slashed towards Tyrion in front of him without any rules. A low-level battle feels more and more boring.

But at this moment, the king's long sword suddenly dropped from his hand and flew out with a whistling sound. Varian, who had lost his long sword, clenched his fist tightly, and when Tyrion was caught off guard, he punched the Dark Blade King's head. On the cheek, he took a step back, then a second punch, and a third punch.

Varian roared, like a boxer, and beat the invincible Tyrion back again and again. Under the lion helmet, his eyes seemed to be burning with fire.

The fourth punch whizzed down, but Tyrion's right hand, which had been empty all along, clasped his wrist. A glint of appreciation flashed in the eyes of the Dark Blade King, and his legs stretched forward, pinned to Varian. With his right hand under his feet, the young king's body was flipped in the air for a week, and then he was firmly pressed to the ground.

It's a bit of an interesting hit, but unfortunately, your time is running out.

boom

Varian's lion battle helmet was pulled out brutally and thrown aside, the ice long sword in Tyrion's left hand was shattered, and a sharp dagger appeared in the shadow of the Dark Blade King amidst the flying frost. In his hand, he pressed the struggling Varian to the ground with his right hand, and the dagger in his right hand slashed towards his face.

Scars are a man's medal, now let me hang the first one on you.

Ahhh!

The sharp dagger mercilessly drew a hideous scar on Varian's left eye, which did not hurt the king's eye, but destroyed his handsome appearance, and blood flowed on the king's face, flowing into It caught his eyes, making him howl in despair in pain.

He struggled to fight back with his punches, but was mercilessly broken by Tyrion. The pain caused the king to curl up under the throne. In the blood, he saw a dark and hopeless future. As a king, he Can't protect his people, as a father he can't protect his son, as a husband he can't protect his wife...

During the night he felt himself a disgraced coward.

Don't hate me, Varian.

Tyrion stood up and looked at the young king whose spine seemed to be broken. He threw away the blood-stained ice dagger and looked at his masterpiece.

The gash ran through Varian's left eye, making his angry face look even more hideous.

I'm just letting you get back to the real you, I'm just using pain to stimulate your infinite potential... It's like steel thrown into the fire, only after being forged endlessly can you truly become an all-powerful sword. A weapon that looks down upon you...you need to be forged, Varian Wrynn, you and your people are that iron block full of flaws, and I...I am the furnace, I am the forging hammer!

I will raise your son as my own, I will take care of your wife, I will raise her from her mournful sleep, but Varian, I am waiting for you to burst forth from the furnace of pain The day you come out, when you become the real Varian, I will be waiting for your challenge!

Tyrion pushed up the queen's hospital bed again, and the ghost assassin Black Shore also appeared at this time, and respectfully handed the crying little prince to the King of Dark Blade, who handed little Anduin Cradled in his arms, rocking, humming a lullaby from Quel'Thalas, he strolled through the halls stained with the blood of the king, and behind him Blackshore pushed the queen's hospital bed.

Tiffany's face was covered with tears. The queen was not unaware of everything in the outside world. She saw her husband's struggle, and she was praying for him.

But if you are broken in endless forging, if your will is broken by pain...

The moment he left the King's Hall, Tyrion looked back at Varian Wrynn who was trying to get up, and he smiled mockingly:

That can only prove that Wrynn's blood... is nothing more than that, don't make your son and wife wait too long, Varian, don't make me... wait too long.

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Also, is it true that everyone is busy because school has started? I lost my subscription for the past two days... I panicked. The plot is fine, right?