Azeroth’s Death Track

Under the moonlight of the Nagrand Grassland, two men stood facing each other. One was fully armed and held a sword and heavy shield, while the other was wearing a casual robe and stood with his hands tied. The robes also fluttered and fluttered.

His icy blue eyes stared at Varian Wrynn, who was in a fighting posture opposite him. Compared with the memory of the burning Stormwind City a few years ago, Varian is now physically stronger, without being a king. At that time, he was graceful and luxurious, more like a battle-tested warrior. Under the wild temperament, there was a violent soul hidden.

He used humiliation as a driving force to push himself to break through the shackles of the individual, coupled with his extraordinary talent, in just a few years, he tempered himself into a true brave man.

It can be seen from those eyes that his hatred for Tyrion has never weakened.

But that hatred has become more... pure over the years!

This is also what made the great lord feel puzzled. He asked softly:

You have been hiding for years, sharpening yourself in the most dangerous places in the worlds of Azeroth and Draenor, but when the Empire launched a rescue of Mekkatorque, why did you stand up again and risk being discovered What? Was it a grievance? Did they contact you? Or did you do it on your own initiative for some reason?

If you feel that you still have a responsibility to the empire, why did you hide your name when they migrated to Kalimdor and needed you the most? I also know that the Federation's Veterans Union has been looking for you, and they are aware of it. Your tracks, Varian, but you've repeatedly turned down their invitations, so I'm curious... what were you thinking when you made these contradictory decisions?

Facing Tyrion's question, Varian's answer was succinct...

swish

The heavy black war sword roared towards Tyrion's neck as if there was nothing in the turning of his wrist, but when the high lord raised his hand calmly, the sharp and powerful blade was caught The big leader's left hand was easily caught in the air, unable to advance an inch.

This blow is an answer, an invitation, and a challenge.

Tyrion looked at Varian's firm eyes, he nodded knowingly, and with a wave of his left hand, Varian's battle sword was thrown back, and was accurately received by the warrior, he struck with the long sword Shield, looking at Tyrion.

The great lord's fingers danced, and the heavy Ashbringer appeared in the palm of his hand. Tyrion held the heavy sword in front of him, stroked the sharp blade, raised his weapon, and said softly:

I mean... we need to talk.

boom

Varian slapped the sword on the shield fiercely, making a low noise, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. He raised the sword and pointed the blade at Tyrion:

I...all ears.

Shua Shua

The figures of the two disappeared in the same place almost at the same time, the violent mud and turf splashed everywhere, the momentum of the two collided in the night sky, the sound of weapons colliding with the figures of the two people rising and falling, like a series of muffled thunder, Back and forth in the night.

The two people are like gladiators fighting close to each other, passing each other in the swing of weapons, each blow is full of strength, and the weapons wrapped in death energy and angry fire are so deadly...Of course, This is for Varian. Tyrion's strength is much higher than him, and his chances of winning are very small, which Varian knows well.

But he had to fight this battle!

Although it wasn't the final battle he had imagined, since he had met his life and death enemy, how could he just run away in such a panic?

He is a warrior, even if he dies...he will die on the way to charge!

boom

Under the brute force bombardment of the great lord, the stainless steel shield on Varian's right hand was criss-crossed by the shadow of Ashbringer's sword, and soon there were hideous cracks, but Varian still used the shield to block Ashbringer regardless. With the sword in his left hand, he counterattacked the great lord who was strolling in the garden. Amid the clanging of the weapons, he roared loudly:

I hate you, Tyrion!

Not only because you took my son and wife, but also because you destroyed my country... everything that my father left behind, the mission of the Wrynn family, Lothar, my second father, everything ...you ruined it all! I once called myself the Son of the Storm, and I swore to avenge my people!

boom

The heavy Ashbringer collided with the black war sword, and the blades of the two blades rubbed against each other rapidly. Amid the flames, Varian's eyes collided with Tyrion's eyes, one was angry and the other was calm.

what about now?

Tyrion asked, and the two weapons separated at the next moment, and the high lord took a step back, but the black sword shadow brought by Ashbringer roared and slashed at Varian from several directions, and the latter's body rolled back a few times. He circled around, stopped backing in a kneeling position, the black shield blocked the body, completely blocking the black sword shadow, but when the sword shadow finally dissipated, the buzzing of the Ashbringer sounded again, behind the sword edge, It is the cold body of the High Lord.

boom

The strong shield was finally overwhelmed by the slashing of the sharp blade. Amid the sound of steel tearing, the shield made of frozen fine steel was cut into four pieces, but before it burst, the warrior grabbed the battle sword Jumped out of the Ashbringer's attack range and was not hurt by the burst shield.

Varian stood up panting, the jaw of his shield-holding right hand had been torn open, and blood was all over his fingers. The faint sting made the flames of anger around his body more active.

He looked at Tyrion, under the helmet, there was no fear in those blue eyes, he raised the black sword, and on both sides of the blade, his face with the helmet was reflected:

Now? Now...I have left behind the hatred of the people.

oh?

There was a smile on the corner of Tyrion's mouth, but it was fleeting. He flipped his wrist, the Ashbringer was beating, and the black sword shadow rolled around the high lord's fingers. He emphasized his voice:

why?

because...

Varian took a deep breath, and another high-level combat skill of the warrior was activated, and the angry power entangled outside the body gathered on the weapon in his hand, making it spread with energy fires that danced like flames. As if being ignited, this scene also appeared on the battlefield of the Battle of Northern Xinjiang, which was the martial art used by Lothar and Tyrion when they fought.

Young Varian...has reached this level too.

Because they don't need me to avenge them... I have traveled the world, and I have seen with my own eyes the lives of the people of the Stormwind Kingdom and even the people of the Empire under the rule of the Federation... a better and more perfect life than before, and they live Freer, more dignified, more food and clothing, the resentment of the people is gone, and they don't need me as an avenger on their behalf ... they don't need anyone to represent them.

Varian looked up, his eyes clear except for the flames of anger, and he said:

I can't lie to myself. The destruction of the Stormwind Kingdom is a disaster for the nobles, but it may be a good thing for the people I have always wanted to protect.

Although I don't want to admit it, the Federation is a good ruler, at least more qualified than us.

It's good that hatred didn't destroy your sanity, that's good...

Tyrion moved his shoulders, and he re-examined Varian in front of him, and he asked:

Then why are you still here, as a challenger?

boom

The flames of anger exploded suddenly at this moment, and while the flames were flying, Varian, who was dragging his sword upside down, rushed towards Tyrion like a flaming lion, under the blessing of the terrifying power accumulated in a short period of time When Varian swung the war sword across the air, it even ignited the air. In that suffocating attack, Tyrion's heavy sword in front of him was severely bombarded.

I didn't come as a king!

I take a father!

boom

A husband!

boom

a son!

boom

Come here as a man!

boom

After four consecutive heavy blows, Tyrion's standing body was finally repelled. The expression of the great lord became serious. An launched a counterattack in the crazy offensive, but facing the desperate high-level fighters, Tyrion seemed to have returned to the battlefield in northern Xinjiang, facing another Lothar.

A younger version of Lothar with more potential...

I'm here for my son, my wife, my father, and myself!

Varian jumped up from the ground, and raised the battle sword held in both hands above his head. The crazily burning, gathered fire of anger pushed the battle sword into a state of almost melting.

His roar echoed through the night like thunder.

It's not about justice, it's not about justice, it's just for that...

I, Varian Wrynn!

Challenge you!

kuang

At this moment, the battle sword carrying all of Varian's will and power slammed down. The moment the sharp blade rolled in, the heavy wind pressure blew Tyrion's long gray hair, and the great lord raised his head. , He looked directly at Varian behind the battle sword, and looked at the eyes that contained an unyielding soul, those were burning eyes, and those eyes belonged to a warrior.

Those were the eyes of a real man...a real fighter.

That is the fighter cultivated by Tyrion himself, and it is the first treasure to bear fruit in countless experiments of the great lord. It is he who opened the prologue of the legend for the man in front of him. Now, he wants to draw another chapter in this legendary story. Last one.

very good...

Varian Wrynn...

I, accept your challenge!

boom

With a voice like a dragon's throat, all the power belonging to the Great Lord of the Dark Blade was awakened at this moment, and the power of darkness enveloped the entire battlefield in an instant. Behind Tyrion, the huge death energy reorganized into a roaring darkness The giant dragon crazily slammed into Varian in the sky, while the human warrior's eyes widened. A will to die was awakened in his heart. Under the impact of that will, Varian clenched his weapon tightly. Fingers made a clicking sound,

Come on then! Tyrion...

Kill me...or, be killed by me!

Boom!

The wind in the dark night of the entire Nagrand Grassland became extremely noisy at this moment. The orc shamans and Draenei priests who had fallen asleep were awakened, together with the spectators who were sleeping around the arena, and the warriors of all races , They rushed out of the room and tent, looked up at the sky deep in the grassland.

In their astonished gazes, a black lightning that pierced the heavens and the earth hung in the sky of Draenor like tearing apart the sky. Behind the reflection of the black lightning, there was a faint blue light, that light It even covered up the brilliance of the stars, like a projection from another world.

And above the lightning strike point, there are layers of crazily swirling black mist, like a tornado above the sea. In the endlessly swirling black mist, there is also a red fire burning crazily, like It was as if two ancient giant beasts were fighting, even if they were separated by the entire grassland, they could hear the sound like the roar of a giant dragon...

That sound that shook the entire grassland... that was the sound of iron and steel, that was the sound of fighting on the battlefield. The black lightning jumping vertically and horizontally dissipated without a sound.

Tyrion stood on the edge of the huge depression that was blown away in front of him. He held the Ashbringer wrapped in black fire, turned his head and looked at his shoulder, where there were still flames of angry fire, and he was cut open by the sword. There was a deep crack in the bone, but with the support of a powerful soul, the cut wound was healing rapidly.

And in the gully in front of his eyes, Varian Wrynn was lying at the bottom of the gully in a state of embarrassment. Most of his body was covered with icy, frozen mud, and he was frostbitten all over his body. His scars looked extremely embarrassing, and the black helmet was covered with battle scars of sharp blades.

Apparently, the great lord did not kill him...

Ahem...

Varian struggled to twist his painful neck. In the vision of the battle helmet, he saw Tyrion standing on the edge of the ravine. The latter was looking at him with calm eyes, those ice blue eyes There is nothing in the eyes, just like a god who ignores everything.

Sure enough... I still... lost...

There was a calm but difficult smile on the soldier's face. He opened his hands and lay in the depths of the entire ice-covered depression, waiting to die.

Come on, kill me, turn me into your dog's leg...that's fine, my Tiffany and I...we can finally be together.

No, Varian Wrynn.

Tyrion shook his head. He took out something from the storage ring on his finger, and threw it in Varian's hand like throwing garbage. It was an ordinary two-handed sword, dusty. Pu's appearance is unattractive, but the blade shining coldly under the moonlight means that it is a rare and good weapon.

This... presumably is a reward?

Tyrion waved at Varian who was waiting to die:

You passed... Lothar will probably rest in peace...

Go away! Play your gladiatorial match tomorrow.

You still owe my nephew a birthday wish... I admit that you are a fighter, so I welcome your challenge anytime...

But next time... Varian...

Next time it won't be so simple.