Azeroth Trail of Light

The blue portal light shattered behind Varian. The king's body has been deteriorating since 3 years ago. Whether it is the priest of the Cathedral of Light, the paladin of the northern border, or even the mysterious shaman, come and check After that, there was only one conclusion, the soul of His Majesty the king was damaged.

The damage to the soul manifests itself in the body as weakness, or even sudden fainting.

But no one could find out the cause of His Majesty the king.

Benedictus even did not hesitate to use his own power to strengthen Varian's soul. Without this king, his secret manipulation of Stormwind City would fail, at least at this time, Benedictus Varian cannot be allowed to die just yet.

In fact, the stronger Lagosh is, the weaker Varian is. Although the two people are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, even the boundaries of a world, they share a soul, and the weight of the soul is fixed. While La'Gosh was at his strongest, Varian was destined to be at his weakest.

After passing through the portal, Varian's face turned even paler. It can be seen that what Benedictus said just now that he is not suitable for traveling is not just an excuse to stop him.

However, when the palace guards led them into Princess Kalia's living room, Varian and the four marshals were all stunned at the door, because just opposite them, another black-haired man was sitting there, When he raised his head, he also froze.

Two Varians, exactly the same, the difference is that Lagosh has black hair and a fierce scar on his face, while Varian has white hair and a tired and weak face.

Two people are like one body with two faces, except for that face, no matter from demeanor, expression, to temperament, there is almost nothing the same. And Windsor, who was following Varian, grew his mouth even more. He looked at the people sitting next to Lagosh, and finally looked at the mage lady.

"Ms. Jaina, you...he?"

Jaina nodded, indicating that Windsor's guess was right. The old marshal had personally participated in the operation to save Varian, so he knew about the half of the king.

But others don't know that Windsor and the insider are extremely tight-lipped. When the other three marshals saw Lagosh, their eyes were straightened. They instinctively told them that there must be a big event today. occur!

"Are you half of me?"

"My name is Lagosh and they say we are divided."

The two Varians looked at each other. Although they didn't speak, they could clearly hear each other's voices, in their hearts!

Prince Anduin sat beside Princess Kalia. The Eldest Princess also had a headache when she saw the two identical Varians. She turned her head to look at Liadrin, indicating that important things could begin.

Liadrin took two steps outside, opened another door, and Gavincent and Black Horn, who had shrunk their bodies, walked in. The moment they saw the Vrykul, several marshals put their hands on the door. Whether it's temperament, appearance, or dress, this Vrykul doesn't seem like a kind person.

Gavincent himself didn't care about etiquette, he strode towards Lagosh, laughed and hugged with Lagosh, Black Horn nodded politely to Princess Kalia, but this last black dragon is still the supreme Ling tauren's disguise, a tall black bull pays tribute to the petite eldest princess, no matter how it looks, it looks a bit nondescript.

Gavincent and Lagosh exchanged a few words, then looked around, and found that most of them were acquaintances here, and Varian was selectively ignored by him. In the hearts of Vrykul, even if it is soul fusion , and it must be based on the brave Lagosh.

"This is Ebonhorn, high priest of the Highmountain tauren in the Broken Isles!"

Gavincent pointed to the black horn standing behind him, and said to the others, "But don't be fooled by this guy's appearance, his real identity is a black dragon, it is said that he is the last black dragon that is still awake! He has a way to help Ghosh clears away the stubborn disease of the soul, and this is also my gift to the strongest gladiator!"

"Black Dragon!"

Lagosh took a step back cautiously, hiding in front of Anduin. Although he had lost his memory, the remaining instinct told him that it was his mission to kill all the black dragons (this was the case when Lagosh appeared on the stage. described), and after hearing the identity of Black Horn, Marshal Windsor stood in front of King Varian with his sword hilt.

The old marshal also didn't like the black dragon.

Black Horn didn't care, he shook his huge cow head and looked around, and said to those who looked at him,

"Guys, I'm sane, and I have Deathwing's blood running through me, but I was close to hatching before he fell, so I'm not infected by his madness, if you have dragon companions , might as well ask them to come out and recognize them.”

When Jaina heard this, she waved to Moam, the Obsidian Destroyer, who was standing next to him. This guy has almost become a member of Theramore court. He is very good at talking, and even Princess Kalia likes it very much. This stone monster that can move.

"Moam, help me get Demi and Das over here."

"Yes, mistress!"

Moam shook his body and left quickly. A few minutes later, Demeter in green armor and Das the dragonman pushed open the door and walked in. But at the first moment of entering the room, Demeter's gaze It landed on Black Horn,

"You... who are you! Black Dragon, you shouldn't appear in... wait, your breath, you are not corrupt!"

Das's loud voice also sounded at this time,

"Ysera! I actually saw a pure-blooded black dragon! Didn't you all perish during the dragon battle?"

The black-horned bull showed a helpless expression on his face, and he shrugged,

"I don't know what happened, but when Huln brought me back to Highmountain, I was still a little dragon cub. Alright, now that my identity has been proven, shouldn't it be time to start the ceremony?"

The black dragon seemed a little anxious, he flicked his tail and said in a rough voice,

"There are still a lot of things waiting for me to do in Highmountain. It is for Gavincent's sake that I can spare time to come here."

The room was silent, and after ten seconds, the eldest princess spoke,

"This... Mr. Black Dragon, are you sure you can treat Varian's condition? Although I have not seen them split with my own eyes, the two standing in front of me are obviously two living people. I can't imagine how to separate them. blend together?"

This question is obviously of concern to other people, so everyone is waiting for Black Horn's answer. Black Dragon probably felt that it was not clear, so he simply skimmed a lot of professional vocabulary, and the process of explaining it was very simple.

"Well, to put it simply, His Majesty the King is very unlucky. His soul was torn apart by the secret magic of the black dragon. You can see that they are two people. This is because the body of one of them was created by magic. Yes, in fact, they share the same soul. When the total amount remains the same, the stronger one is, the weaker the other will be. When one is extremely strong, the other will be on the verge of death, and their lives are connected. , and the other will die."

With that said, Black Horn walked up to Lagosh, realizing that he opened his sleeves, and then showed the scarred arm to Varian on the opposite side, asking softly,

"When did this scar last?"

Lagosh thought for a while, "Two years ago, in the Bloodmaul Arena."

Then Black Horn pointed at another hideous scar, but this time he didn't ask Lagosh, but wanted to see the thoughtful Varian,

"Then, Your Majesty, please tell me when he got this scar."

Varian froze for a moment, then touched his shoulder,

"A year ago, about 14 months ago, that night, my arm suddenly hurt like it was going to crack a little bit."

Black Horn turned to look at Lagosh. The black-haired gladiator had a dull expression on his face. Obviously, Varian's time was right, and Valeira hugged Lagosh's shoulder tightly. Obviously, She had guessed the truth of the matter.

Black Horn glanced at everyone for the last time,

"So, they are one body and two sides, sharing all the pain and all the happiness, and there is unfortunate news that His Majesty's body is not as strong as Lagosh. To be precise, Lagosh has taken too much The share of the soul, so His Majesty the King is almost exhausted, and when he dies, Lagosh will die with him."

The voice of the black dragon was like a cold guillotine, making the whole hall silent,

"They are dragging each other into the abyss right now. There is only one way to save them. Let them recover. I can undo this magic, but it depends on whether you are willing to believe me."

"Absurd... Absurd!"

The first one to jump out was Duke Leoric. This one-armed general was like an enraged beast. He looked at Black Horn and said viciously,

"You liar! I don't believe it! How could this have happened? King Varian was fine when he was rescued from your evil kin. You evil creatures must have plotted to murder him! And this human being, he is also an accomplice, you..."

"Okay! Leoric!"

Varian didn't speak. Wen De Sole waved his hand to stop Leoric's roar. The old marshal, who hadn't smoked for a long time, took out his pipe from his arms with a trembling left hand. After taking a deep breath, he looked up at the black horned man. , said word for word,

"Success rate...what is the success rate?"

"You are crazy! Windsor, how can you hand over your majesty's life to a guy of unknown origin! Do you want to treason! You..."

Duke Leoric, who was loyal to the royal family, was very excited, but Wen De Sole's voice directly overshadowed his voice the next moment,

"listen to me!"

Leoric was taken aback by the roar, and then he heard Marshal Windsor whisper the details of saving His Majesty Varian from Onyxia's lair that day,

"This is how it happened. After the end, I, Ms. Jaina, Commander Bolvar and Eligor, we four insiders concealed all this, just to avoid shocking the kingdom. This matter, Kalia The princess should also know, so the one sitting in front of you is indeed the half of the king, Knight Dick has been plotting to find him, and now he has fulfilled his promise and brought back the other half of the king."

Windsor's eyes were already bloodshot. Obviously, the old marshal was also under a lot of pressure. He swept across the crowd,

"Therefore, the right to choose the issue should be given to the two majesties, and only they have the power to decide their own destiny!"

The gray-haired Wen Desol stood up and bowed deeply to the pale-faced Varian,

"Your Majesty, after you recover, I will be at your disposal!"

After finishing speaking, the old marshal strode out of the room. The second one to leave was Kalia. She dragged the anxious Anduin out of the venue, followed by Darth, Demi, Jaina, Liadrin, Bearskin, Gavincent, and finally, Valeira affectionately left a hickey on Lagosh's forehead, and left the hall holding her tears.

In the entire empty house, only Varian and Lagosh were left sitting face to face, and Black Horn stood by the far window, leaving space for these two guys with special identities.

A few seconds later, Lagosh raised his head and looked at the white-haired guy who looked exactly like himself,

"You know? I used to hate you very much!"