Azeroth’s Death Track

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

He also experienced too many big events in his short life. When he was 14 years old, his father was assassinated by the half-orc assassin Garona on the throne, which directly led to the defeat of the Storm Kingdom when facing the orc attack. The entire kingdom was forced into exile in northern Xinjiang.

When he was 16 years old, the orc attacked Lordaeron. He saw the sight of the orc surrounding King Lordaeron. The scene of fear seemed familiar, and he was very afraid that Lordaeron, who was regarded as his second home, would also His motherland faced the same tragic encounter, but Lordaeron finally survived.

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

And now, when he is 23 years old, his short rule over the Kingdom of Storms is coming to an end... his kingdom is forced into exile again in northern Xinjiang, and this time... he feels that it is difficult for him to return to his homeland in his lifetime. , So he decided to coexist and die with his own country and his own city.

But before that, he will send away the two people he cares most about, his beloved queen Tiffany, and his blood lineage, the little prince Anduin Wrynn.

And now, the two people he cares about most have fallen into the hands of his most terrible enemy, watching his son held in the arms of the King of Necromancers. .

"Release Anduin!"

Varian raised the weapon subconsciously and rushed towards Tyrion, but the King of the Dark Blade's fingers rested on the neck of the unconscious queen Tiffany. This action caused Varian's attack to be disintegrated before it started. .

He stood helpless in front of the throne, he did not know what to do.

"You lack courage, you have not found your true destiny, you have not been able to become Varian Wrynn in my memory, you have not been a ghost wolf in the galloping world."

Tyrion said softly:

"Now you don't deserve this name!"

A glimmer of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the King of Dark Blades. He held the little prince in his arms forward, and behind him, the invisible force pushed the queen's bed to follow.

Tyrion strolled past Varian, who was standing in place, he looked at the throne behind the king, turned around, he sat on it, leaning on the cold stone seat, his blue eyes There is a moment of nostalgia.

"7 years ago, I saw you in Lake Lordanmere outside the city of Lordaeron...and Prince Alsace of Lordaeron and his sister, you were very brave at that time, facing the impossible You will choose to fight against your opponent, now? Are you losing that courage?"

"Threat me with the lives of children and women. Are despicable people like you also worthy of courage?"

Varian’s armor clasped his long sword. He looked at Tyrion sitting on the throne. He gritted his teeth and said:

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

Seeing Varian completely irritated, his eyes widened and his blood veins stretched like a roaring beast, Tyrion finally saw Varian in his memory from the young man in front of him... Although it is just a little familiar.

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

"Come! Your rage, let me see."

"Roar!"

The inestimable young king gave a battle roar, screaming at Tyrion who was rushing to his eyes, and in the dim candlelight-shining king's hall, the battle belonging to him began.

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Mathias Shore was hidden in the shadow of the storm stronghold, and at the moment Tyrion leapt from the death raven and quietly entered Stormwind City, he discovered the King of the Dark Blade Trace, he followed him quietly, looking for a precious opportunity.

MI7 performed very poorly in the disaster of 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 ended in terrible failure.

However, this does not actually blame Shore’s lack of ability. After the reconstruction of Stormwind City, the Military Service Seven, which lost a lot in the Orc Wars, was re-established. The short five years is not enough to rejuvenate an intelligence organization. The spies under his command were still very young, and the rebellion in the wilderness of the West had attracted too much attention from MI7.

Seriously, it can be found that the Countess Katarina hides secrets and makes the Black Dragon Princess feel anxious. This has proved Shoal’s ability, but he is no longer strong enough to fight the entire Dark Blade. It took Ryan seven years and countless battles before he could polish the war machine.

No one can stop it, it's not Shore's fault.

But a sense of guilt haunts Shore, and he must do something to ensure that he is not overwhelmed by that sense of guilt.

When King Varian and King of Blades were entangled together, Shore discovered the opportunity. He quietly approached the throne. On the edge of the throne, he was the unguarded little prince and queen. He had to rush in Before the King of Dark Blades found out, he moved the blood of the Wrynn family to a safe place.

Shoal walking in the shadows was as flexible as a cat. He quickly crossed the battlefield and approached the throne, trying to reach out to hug the little prince, but at this moment, the coldness from behind made Shoul fast 'S flash to the side, the borneol dagger pierced from the shadow pierced the empty space, and the ghost once seen by Shore once appeared before him again at the next moment.

The ghost assassin, who had the same appearance as him, leaned on the throne with an ice-like dagger. He stretched out his fingers, with a bad smile on his face, and posed to Shore:

"Your Majesty doesn't want her fight Yaxing to be disturbed...so if you dare to reach out again, I will cut it off!"

"you again!"

Shore’s teeth were clenched, and he stared at the ghost in front of him, but the latter looked relaxed, and even chatted with Shore:

"When I escaped from the **** of the apocalypse, I planned to solve the thief who stole my body as soon as possible, but then I found out that this is actually very interesting, until your despicable soul is feared When overwhelmed, I will absorb the nutrients of your soul. This body belongs to me, and it will become stronger... You have already seen our grandmother, right?"

The ghost assassin said softly:

"Did she tell you...you are not the grandson in her memory at all!"

"She said."

Shore 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 Shore, so... you don’t want to let Am I involved in this battle? Tell me! Tell me, what the **** is happening to me?"

The ghost assassin raised an illusive eyebrow. After confirming that Shore was not lying, he said with a wicked smile:

"It seems that you have forgotten, it doesn't matter, let me remind you that in the burning plain, I risked attacking your majesty in order to save Turalyon, that was really unrestrained... I was cut off the neck, in The icy blood flowed to death, and then... then my soul was swallowed by the apocalypse, that really hurts, that sword...it’s like a lunatic!"

"I was changed, Shore, I was changed forever, and while I was suffering, you stole my body, enjoyed the honor I deserved in my name, and stolen my life , Stole everything from me... take your hand away!"

The ghost assassin roared, and his figure disappeared instantly. When it appeared again, the sharp dagger had stabbed at Shore and secretly grabbed the little prince's baby's wrist, but Shore did not stop the adventure because of the threat. He endured The blade pierced the pain of the body, hugged the little prince in his arms, then turned and jumped into the shadow.

"Go and bring him back!"

Tyrion, who is easily resisting Varian's attack, seems to see this scene, and he softly commands:

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

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Ghost Assassin Black Shore leaned over to salute, and the next moment, his figure disappeared into the air like a real ghost.

"You have a loyal subordinate, you are lucky."

Tyrion waved a long sword of ice with one hand, and moved in the throne room like a stroll in the court, resisting the attack of Varian like a crazy beast. The young king's swordsmanship was very good, but he had not been on the battlefield. In terms of combat experience, it is much weaker than Tyrion.

"I don't have such a worry-free subordinate...you see, I command a group of lunatics and paranoia to fight you, just to balance their weird needs, it hurts my brain."

Tyrion whispered softly that his wrist turned over and blocked the epee that Varian had cleaved with precision. In the transformation of power, the force dropped by the epee was removed and then pushed outward to attack the momentum The young king, who was so fierce and ignored the defense, immediately fell unsteadily on the ground.

The King of Dark Blades flicked his blade, and there was a trace of dissatisfaction in his ice blue eyes:

"You are wasting my time, Varian, if this is all your strength...it would be disappointing."

"what!"

Varian uttered a howl and jumped up, as if he had lost all his senses, his hands waved his sword, and he slashed towards Tyrion in front of his eyes. This scene caused Tyrion to shake his head. The low-level battles became more and more boring.

But at this moment, the king's long sword suddenly took off, and whistled and flew out, while Varian, who lost his long sword, clenched his fists, and when Tyrion was caught off guard, he punched the king of the dark blade. On the cheek, he took a step back, then the second and third punches.

Varian roared, like a boxer, retreating the invincible Tyrion back and forth. Under the lion's helmet, his eyes burned like flames.

The fourth punch screamed and fell, but was caught by Tyrion's right hand, which was always empty Between his feet and the right hand, the young king's body was turned in the air for a week, and then he was pressed **** the ground.

"This blow is a bit interesting, but unfortunately, you have run out of time."

"boom"

Varian’s lion helmet was pulled out arbitrarily and thrown aside. The long ice sword in Tyrion’s left hand shattered. Between the frosts, a sharp dagger appeared in the Lord of Dark Blades. In his hand, he pressed the struggling Varian to the ground with his right hand, and dagger with his right hand towards his face.

"Scars are men's medals. Let me hang you the first one now."

"Ah!"

The sharp dagger scratched relentless scars on Varian’s left eye, which did not hurt the king’s eyes, but he ruined his handsome appearance, and blood was flowing on the king’s face, flowing in In his eyes, let him growl in despair in pain.

He struggled to fight back with a punch, but Tyrion broke his hand mercilessly. The pain caused the king to curl up under the throne. In the blood, he saw the dark and desperate future. As a king, he Unable to protect his people, as a father, he cannot protect his son, as a husband, he cannot protect his wife...

On this night, he felt like a shameful coward.

"Don't hate me, Varian."

Tyrion stood up and looked at the young king like a broken spine. He threw away the ice dagger stained with blood in his hand. He looked at his "masterpiece".

That wound penetrated Varian's left eye, making his angry face look more rueful.

"I'm just trying to get you back to you, I'm just using pain to stimulate your endless potential... It's like steel thrown into the fire. Only by enduring forging can you truly become a place. Xiang Zui's weapon...you need to forge, Varian Wrynn, you and your people are the flawed iron, and I...I am the stove, I am the forging hammer!"

"I will raise your son like a child, I will take care of your wife, I will let her wake up from a sad long sleep, but Varian, I am expecting you to spew out of the furnace of pain On the day of the outing, when you become a real Varian, I will wait for your challenge!"

Tyraine pushed back the queen’s bed, and the ghost assassin Black Shore appeared at this time. Hugging in his arms, shaking, humming a Quel'Thalas lullaby, he strolled through the hall stained with the blood of the king, and behind him, Black Shore pushed the queen's bed.

Tears had hung over the face of the unconscious Tiffany. The queen was not unaware of everything outside. She saw her husband's struggle and she was praying for him.

"But if you are broken in endless forging, if you are crushed by pain and all will..."

The moment he left King's Hall, Tyrion looked back at Varian Wrynn who was trying to get up. He smiled sarcastically:

"That would only prove that Wrynn's bloodline...but that's it, don't let your son and wife wait too long, Varian, don't let me... wait too long."

PS:

Also, is it really because the school starts, so everyone is busy? I've been a bit subscribed for these two days... Panicked. Is there no problem with the plot?

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