Chapter 660 35. When the Wolves Roar

The relationship between Varian and Arthas was complicated.

During the first orc war, Stormwind City was captured by the orcs commanded by Orgrim, and King Lane was killed by the orc assassin Garona. Varian, who was only 14 years old, followed his adoptive father Lothar with him. The citizens went to the northern border for refuge, and as the only heir of the Wrynn family, Varian was sent to live in the court of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

Terenas Menethil treated this little guest from afar very kindly, and even treated him as his own son. This made Arthas, who was only 8 years old at the time, very curious, and of course he felt a little bit in his heart. Jealousy, but that's just a child's sense. He thinks that Varian's arrival has taken away part of his father's love for him.

But the children can always become friends quickly. After that, until the orcs were defeated by the Alliance on the Burning Plains, and until the reconstruction of Stormwind City was completed, Varian lived with Arthas and his sister Kalia, The three children are almost indistinguishable from real brothers and sisters in the years of growth.

Not to mention, in this timeline, when Orgrim commanded the orcs to besiege Lordaeron, the three children received Tyrion's "help" together at the most critical time. Of course, that was already very A long time ago.

In short, Varian and Alsace have a real feeling of brotherhood and a sense of competition. After all, even a boy is a prince, and he will inherit the country and become king in the future, and Varian's growth has repeatedly made him King Terenas felt very relieved, and even stated several times in the king's council that if the future Alsace could become like Varian, he would definitely be very pleased.

But the competition between the two is not about seeing each other as enemies...

Varian is a person who repays his kindness. He has never forgotten the fear and anxiety of being away from home when he was a child, and he has never forgotten that when he first arrived at the court of Lordaeron, King Terenas hugged him and comforted him. In his scene, in his heart, although the status of King Terenas cannot be compared with that of his adoptive father Lothar, the benevolent king is definitely someone he regards as an elder relative. He learned from King Tenaris to govern the country The way to observe the operation mode of the Kingdom of Lordaeron and so on.

Varian passed on the kindness King Terenas gave him to Alsace who was always behind him in another way. He helped the younger brother, set an example, protected him in times of danger, and never Never gave up on him.

In Alsace's mind, Varian's image is also a nearly perfect elder brother. When he was a child, he sometimes wished that Varian was really his elder brother. After his brother left a letter and left, Alsace vowed more than once to seek justice for Varian.

These two people are almost a perfect example of the friendship between nobles in the empire era. Unfortunately, in the new world, the fate of the two people has been changed. Now, no one can know where the future of the two will go, just like no one. Everyone knows where the future of the empire will go.

"Look, this is little Anduin, your nephew."

On the galloping horses, Varian and Alsace walked side by side. Both of them have strong skills in manipulating the horses. They can chat as usual between galloping horses on the sandy ground. He handed the pendant to Alsace, who took it in his hand and turned on the mechanism, and a realistic magical effect appeared in the golden pendant that bounced off.

Varian squatted on the ground, holding Anduin's shoulders with both hands, while little Anduin happily held up the championship belt with both hands, his eyes were full of joy, as if he was calling someone in front of him.

"Oh, by the Holy Light, he is exactly like you when you were a child."

Alsace sighed with emotion. In the magical image, the faces of the two father and son were almost stuck together. Except for the different hair color, Anduin's cheeks were almost the same as the replica version of Alsace's memory of Varian when he was a child. .

But now, Arthas turned his head and looked at Varian on the horse. The battle scars on his face were so shocking that people couldn't help thinking about what kind of terrible battle Varian had gone through before he would be killed. Become what you are now.

Probably aware of Alsace's eyes, Varian turned to look at him, took the pendant, put it on his neck, and then asked leisurely:

"What's wrong?"

"You... have you brought Anduin back?"

Arthas hesitated for a moment, but still asked this question: "Did you defeat that tyrant?"

"No, I lost."

Varian was very calm, his black hair was blowing in the desert wind, he looked at the battlefield of the Beetle Wall looming ahead, and said softly:

"I lost badly, but I still met Anduin. He is now with his mother. They are living a very good life. I will go to them again after the affairs of this continent are finished..."

"Next time, bring this sword with you!"

Arthas patted the long sword behind him, and whispered to Varian:

"This sword was meant to be made for Tyrion...I call it..."

"Pale justice!"

Varian laughed and patted Arthas on the shoulder:

"My brother, I have heard about the great things you did. Didn't Mekkatorque tell you about the mysterious warrior who appeared that night and helped them escape from the battlefield?"

"that is you!"

Alsace's eyes widened. Of course he knew that a mysterious soldier appeared that night and helped the rescue team that was in danger at that time. It can be said that that mysterious and powerful soldier single-handedly turned the tide of the entire rescue operation. As a result, he had thought about it, and finally he thought that it should be the old man of the empire hidden in the Federation, but he never thought that that person would be Varian.

"I knew that you never gave up your responsibility."

Arthas said something emotionally, but made Varian silent. After a few seconds, Varian changed the subject on his own initiative. He looked at Arthas and asked:

"How are you and Anna doing? Are you still planning to get married?"

Alsace was a bit embarrassed to ask this question. He pretended to look at the surrounding desert vigilantly, and replied in a low voice:

"The identities of the two of us... It's a bit embarrassing. It sounds like a brother is like a father, but His Majesty Drake is not very enthusiastic about this matter... I probably know the reason. He is waiting for me to take the initiative to speak, but To be honest, I don't want to wrong Anna, we have experienced so many things together, I don't want our relationship to be stained with politics."

This answer stunned Varian for a moment, but he is not an idiot after all. After thinking for a few seconds, he understood the reason. He squinted his eyes and muttered to himself:

"Is it really because of... the emperor's throne?"

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On the other side, while Varian was talking with Arthas, in the middle of the team, King Liam, who was in charge of protecting the Bloodfang artillery unit, was also talking with his elder, Lord Darius Crowley.

However, compared to the naturalness between Arthas and Varian, the atmosphere of the conversation between these two was somewhat weird.

Liam has completely experienced the werewolf disaster in Gilneas. Although the entire Blood Pressure Legion is dressed as a human, he still feels a wild breath from these gloomy soldiers... Varian The army brought back by His Majesty has more than 30,000 people... all were werewolves!

Even Lord Darius had the aura of a werewolf on him, which made the young Liam a little unacceptable, but... he was more concerned about another matter.

"My father, Jean Greymane, where is he?"

Liam was riding on the horse, and asked in a deep voice, while the eyes of Lord Darius, who was walking side by side, did not change much. After a few seconds, he said dryly and without emotion:

"Gene is dead, killed in the assassination of Tyrion, he fulfilled the king's mission, that's all."

"that's all?"

Liam looked up, the scar on his chin was throbbing, he stared at Darius, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Me, Tess, and my mother, and your daughter, who is also my queen, my love... We have all been waiting for news about you and my father, and now we have finally met, and you will tell I...my father is dead? Is that all? Crowley...Uncle!"

This "uncle" moved the indifferent lord slightly, but after a while, he still said indifferently:

"If I told you he was alive, would you go to him?"

"certainly!"

A gleam of hope flashed in Liam Greymane's eyes, but the next moment, Lord Crowley said in a deep voice:

"Then he is dead."

"enough!"

Feeling fooled, Liam wanted to say something, but when he looked up, he saw a pair of emotionless, beastly eyes, Lord Darius staring at young Gilneas King, he said in a word:

"The Gene you are familiar with is dead! Don't try to find him. Now he is living in pain in a posture that disgusts him and disgusts you. Don't burden him anymore, Liam! This It is I who give you my last advice, and... I bring back his last orders to you as King of Gilneas!"

"What order?"

Liam asked subconsciously.

Crowley was silent for a few seconds, then said in a whisper:

"Support Varian Wrynn...to become emperor!"

"I do not accept!"

Startled, Liam retorted:

"Why do we accept a coward who abandoned his own people and country to become emperor? Even Drake is better than him, let alone Alsace!"

"And most importantly, why...can't I be emperor?"

Liam Greymane said unconvinced:

"If this is really my father's will, why doesn't he encourage me to become emperor? Isn't this his wish?"

"You want to know why?"

There was a weird smile on Darius Crowley's indifferent face. He looked at Liam, just like a few years ago, and said softly:

"Then you'll soon know why... Liam."

"That's an opportunity that Varian earned with his life. Seriously, if you think you can do it yourself, then you might as well give it a try...I will never stop it!"

"The young and rebellious king... not only we chose him, remember this sentence!"

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When they arrived at the position in front of the Beetle Wall, there was a scene of demons dancing wildly in front of them. In the previous position of the coalition army, the yellow sand had been covered with blood, and there were insect corpses and the bodies of some torn coalition soldiers everywhere. The airship plunged obliquely into the desert, and flames burned among the ruins.

The swarm of insects on the wall of beetles in front has even turned into a black howling storm, and the sound of artillery roaring can be heard faintly, which proves that the frontline legion is still not completely wiped out, and they are still persisting.

Arthas put on his helmet, looked back at the phalanx behind him, and said to Varian beside him:

"I'll lead the paladins to charge for a while. After Bloodfang's artillery breaks through the position, brother, you charge in with the rest of the army. We will leave here quickly after picking up the frontline legion. There are too many worms."

"No, Arthas."

Varian lifted his hood, and he looked at the position in front of him. Behind him, the fully armed assault wing of the Bloodfang Legion had formed. Varian squatted down and pushed the quicksand under his feet. It was a The elf who died in battle here has a pair of eyes that have lost their energy on her beautiful face, and the moon blade in her hand is stained with the green blood of insects. Not far from her broken body, there are three people killed by her. head bug.

Varian stretched out his hand and closed the elf's wide eyes. He sighed, stood up, and drew the long gray sword behind his back with his backhand. He looked at Alsace beside him:

"Who said we're going to retreat? Look at the bugs in front of you, Arthas, I've heard about the demigod, and that demigod is also in crisis. If we retreat, it's equivalent to leaving it behind." In this dead place, without the help of the demigods, we will never be able to defeat these bugs... We want to win, this is our only chance!"

A cold light flashed in Varian's eyes:

"We're not withdrawing! We're rushing in! Today, we're ending this war!"

"hum"

In the neighing of the gray long sword, Varian stretched his neck. He looked at Alsace with a wild smile on the corner of his mouth:

"As for charging? Same as before, leave this kind of thing to me."

"I will protect you as before..."

"But you only have one legion, and the other regiments are not familiar with you..."

Alsace wanted to retort, but he saw Lord Darius Crowley coming from behind. The latter stood behind Varian, fighting with the gladiators of the Black Specters who voluntarily followed Varian. stand together.

Varian felt the scorching wind in front of his eyes, the wind blowing on his face in the desert, and he said:

"Don't underestimate me, Arthas, and don't underestimate my soldiers..."

"swish"

Facing the black swarm that roared out of the swarm, sensing the arrival of the reinforcements, Varian raised the long sword in his hand, and then slid down suddenly:

"The pack of wolves..."

"Follow me...charge!"

At the moment Varian rushed out of the army formation with his sword in hand, behind him, under Alsace's sluggish gaze, the howls of wolves echoed across the sky, resounding through the desert at dusk, the blood roaring up to the sky The Gargoyles held their weapons high, and amidst the shining shadows, a bloodthirsty legion followed Varian in the form of a beast, and launched a desperate attack towards the swarm that engulfed everything in front of them.

"Wolves... roar..."