Chapter 643 18. Greymane's Last Gift

"boom"

On the final battlefield of the Champions Cup, the Draenei Defender with broken armor fell powerlessly to the ground. He was covered in blood, his left hand was sliced ​​off by the sword, and the only remaining right hand was holding the hammer tightly. He raised his head and looked at Varian standing in front of him. He saw the blue eyes under the black helmet, and in those eyes, there was an apology shining.

"Sorry, but... I have a reason to win..."

Varian raised his sword and said softly:

"There are 2!"

"hehe..."

The weak garrison officer shook his head, facing the sharp sword that was cut down, he closed his eyes, and in the last surge of holy light, he said softly:

"Light...Light keep us alive..."

"crash"

Dazzling blood splashed everywhere, and the last warrior of the mighty Shattered Sun fell in a pool of blood. Varian looked at his fallen figure, but he didn't feel the joy of victory in his heart. He knew that if the scene was changed, he and These brave Draenei fighters might become good friends.

Both are believers in the Holy Light.

But now, the two sides are fighting for the goal they both believe...

"swish"

The gray battle sword pierced the ground, Varian gritted his teeth, took off his helmet, half-kneeled on the ground, and placed it beside the draenei, Valeera and Bloodfist stood beside him Behind and around the arena, the audience had already cheered, but their celebration had nothing to do with the King of Gladiator's victory.

"I don't want to be a gladiator anymore... Valeera, Blood Fist... This kind of battle makes me feel disgusted."

Varian said something softly. Behind him, Valier stretched out her hand and put it on Varian's shoulder. The girl with blood on her face said softly:

"It's okay, no matter what you want to do, I will be with you..."

Varian didn't respond to the voice full of love. He raised his head and looked at the large platform directly in front of the arena. There, Tyrion's figure had disappeared at some point, and on the black throne, it was replaced by The children who were cheering, and Anduin...Anduin stared wide-eyed, this was the first time the little prince saw the face under the black ghost's helmet.

Even though he had never met his father, at this moment, the little prince still felt a touch of blood from that scarred face.

But now...not the time to say that.

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One day later, in the city square of Shattrath City, the city defense general, the powerful paladin General Sarantis, looked at the three men wearing leather armor and hoods in front of him, and then looked at the man with gold coins under his feet. The big box, he had already heard the news that the Shattered Sun's army was annihilated, but now, the gladiators of the Black Phantom gave all the gold coins they won to Shattrath City.

This kind of weird scene made this old general who had lived for more than 20,000 years not know what to say.

"I know that the warriors of the Shattered Sun participated in the gladiatorial competition for the reconstruction of Shattrath City. They are all respectable warriors... These gold coins are of no use to us, but I believe they are of great importance to this city. It means a lot to the city.”

Varian, who had trimmed his beard and combed his hair, said to General Sarantis:

"Although the grievances in the arena should not be extended to reality, but as a respect for the warriors, please accept these gold coins..."

General Sarantis wanted to refuse, but considering the current situation of Shattrath, the tens of thousands of gold coins contained in this box can indeed have a great impact, at least those exiles in the slums will pass by because of these gold coins Better days... So after a moment of thinking, the old general waved his hand, and several strong draenei soldiers carried the box back to the city hall.

The draenei bowed solemnly to Varian, saying:

"In the world of Draenor, there are not many people like you...Anyway, the entire city of Shattrath is grateful to you. If you have any needs...we will try our best to meet them!"

Varian shook his head, he turned to look at the two companions behind him, and said:

"We're leaving this world soon, and we're not doing these things to earn gratitude, it's just...forget it, let it be! Goodbye."

After finishing speaking, the three gladiators pulled up their hoods, turned and left the city square. After walking out of Shattrath City, a group of people were waiting for them at the crossroads of Terokkar Forest.

It was the gladiators who were willing to follow Varian to travel the world after the Black Phantom Squad was disbanded. There were nearly 200 of them, as well as Marshal Windsor who left the Black Temple. This old man was sitting in a wheelchair, and other The gladiator was chatting, and after seeing Varian come out, he pushed his wheelchair and approached the former king.

"Your Majesty, you..."

"Don't call me that, Windsor, call me Varian, I'm no longer a king."

Varian stopped Windsor's persuasion, he squatted in front of the old marshal, he looked at Windsor seriously, he said:

"Like me, you have witnessed the society established by the federal civilization on our land. You should see it more clearly than me, old marshal, our people no longer expect the return of the king in their hearts. For them, it is a chaotic impression of the old era, they live better than before, they have dignity, freedom...the rulers of the Federation are better than us."

"They are more qualified to rule that land than us... and that land does not welcome us anymore. If we still carry the banner of kings and nobles, and lead the army to destroy the lives of the people there... then, What is the difference between us and the orcs we once hated?"

Varian patted the old marshal's hand, he smiled and said frankly:

"Whether it's on the battlefield or in the hearts of the people, we have lost... It's time for us to see the reality."

The old marshal wanted to say something, but Varian's heartfelt words reminded him of what he had seen and heard in the past few years. In the end, the old marshal nodded. He leaned on the wheelchair and smiled weakly. :

"Perhaps you are right."

"Maxwell and Gore and those veterans who are loyal to you have also become lazy in finding your traces in recent years. I thought it was because they were corrupted by the life and power of the Federation, but now it seems that they may have been ignorant I was the only one...Maxwell and Gore heard the voice of the people, they recognized the reality..."

Tears welled up in the eyes of the old marshal, he laughed and said:

"Only me, a stupid old bone, is still thinking about the past... In their words, I may have been eliminated by the times, alas... In the end, it was nothing."

"So, just come with us, Windsor."

Varian pushed the old marshal's wheelchair with his own hands, and he said to the old marshal:

"I went to say goodbye to my son, and then we went to Stratholme. Last time I talked to Old Fording there, those paladins and the people they sheltered planned to build a The new country... guards the last piece of homeland for the empire, and the tomb of Emperor Lothar is also there, so let's go there and live well there."

"Wait! Varian!"

A deep voice sounded behind the group of people accompanied by the opening of the portal. Varian turned his head and saw Genn Greymane striding out of the portal. The former King of Gilneas looked very thin , His eyes also turned a dull gray. Varian didn't know what kind of life Genn had lived in the past few years, but he could probably guess that the king's life might not be happy.

"Varian, you must fulfill your mission! Listen to me, the responsibility belonging to the Wrynn family is calling you. You must go to Kalimdor and inherit the throne of king...you must go!"

Jean's deep and hoarse voice made Varian frowned. After the self-exiled king saw the advancement of federal civilization, he no longer had the idea of ​​launching an inappropriate war. He and Tyrion There is still hatred between them, but as he himself said, it is only personal hatred, and has nothing to do with the two systems.

"Jin, I can understand the anger and loss of a broken country, but you are free now."

Varian said to the king before him:

"You can go to Kalimdor by boat and lead the Gilneans again. I heard that they defeated the centaur barbarians there. The human empire is being rebuilt, and I... I don't intend to participate in it anymore, I Just want to be with my son, with my wife, with my mates, forgive me, Gene, and treat me like a disgraceful deserter."

"But I really can't ignore what I saw, and then return to the nobles, leading them to launch a war that shouldn't be launched..."

"No! No, Varian!"

Genn shook his head, his eyes swept over the people behind Varian, he took a deep breath, waved to Varian, and then turned around:

"Come with me, I have something to tell you... you can only come alone, that chick, don't try to come near in the shadows... I can smell you!"

Jin's warning made Valeera stomp her feet angrily, but Varian patted her on the shoulder, and the irritable chick calmed down. Varian looked back at Jin who walked into the jungle. Xuequan took the gray battle sword in his hand, and strode over.

Among the thickets of Terokkar Forest, Genn stood in the shadows, his back to Varian, who looked behind Genn, his eyes narrowed, and he could see, in the shadows, En's body was changing shape rapidly, which made Varian subconsciously clenched the hilt of his sword.

"Don't be afraid! I won't hurt you..."

Jean's voice sounded again, but the voice was hoarse compared to before, and full of dangerous wildness, the king turned around, and in the shadow of the dense forest, Varian saw a huge werewolf stretching out his body , that gray mane, sharp claws, and those green eyes that gleamed in the shadows made Varian's gladiator instincts start to frantically call the police...

Standing in front of him was a terrifying... extremely terrifying creature.

"Gene! How did you become..."

Varian frowned, and he asked in a deep voice:

"How did you become a werewolf! Did Tyrion do it? That bastard!"

"He did it, yes, but that bastard has done enough evil things..."

Gene waved his hand, he didn't want to discuss too much on this issue, he looked at Varian, he said:

"I got the news, Varian, I am not urging you to return to the Empire and launch a war against the Dark Blade and the Federation. With the current strength of the Empire, there is no ability to fight against the Dark Blade within at least 10 years. I know this better than anyone, but the empire is in danger now, not from the Dark Blade, listen to me... you have to go back and save the soldiers and the people of the empire, those stupid boys who are leading the soldiers on Into a dangerous trap!"

"What's the meaning?"

Varian put down the battle sword in his hand, and he asked back:

"You mean the Empire is facing another war?"

"Bugmen! Qiraji!"

Genn took out a sealed scroll from his pocket and threw it to Varian:

"The Qiraji hoarding power in the Great Desert of Silithus is more terrifying than the young kings of the human empire realized. Judging from the information collected by the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency, the army they have assembled now is simply not enough Against the army of bugmen, once they recklessly opened the wall of beetles, it only takes 3 days or less for the bugmen to come out, and they will drown all the troops that stepped into the desert!"

"You must return to the Empire before they open the Beetle Wall, and save the last strength of the Human Empire from the quicksand. Once those troops are lost, the Empire has no hope. Moreover, your other half of the people, Stormwind The other half of the kingdom...is there too."

"How do you know this?"

With the light of the dense forest, Varian took a rough look at the information recorded on the scroll. If the information on the scroll is true, it means... deep in the great desert at the southernmost tip of Kalimdor Well, unbeknownst to anyone, the Qiraji had laid a despicable, gigantic, and terrifying trap for the soldiers of the Empire.

But what made Varian even more puzzled was that the news recorded on this scroll, even among the Dark Blade Legion, was considered top secret. He saw the secret-level logo of the Dark Blade Intelligence Bureau engraved on the bottom of the scroll, Jean ...how did he get it?

Under Varian's gaze, the werewolf in front of him let out a sad laugh. He pulled off his windbreaker jacket, and on the chest of the lined hunting suit, a silver wolf head mixed with a black Broken Blade logo stood out in front of his eyes... .

"Let's get to know each other again, Varian Wrynn, I am a member of the Forgotten Kings... Genn Greymane representing Gilneas, the freedom you won for me by fighting in the arena is useless Meaning, because... I had to join the organization."

"Why!"

Varian gritted his teeth and asked, while Gene waved his hands lonely, his hoarse voice echoed in the darkness:

"Because only in this way can I hand over the last army of the empire left in the Eastern Continent...to you."

"That is the last gift of the Greymane family... Ghost Wolf, that is an army that only you can control. My only question is, are you willing to accept it? Are you willing to accept this task of turning the tide?"

"Are you still willing to give your all for the civilization left behind by your adoptive father and the emperor?"