Leaving the Broken Beach filled with the pungent smell of sulfur, a biting cold wind jolted Varian. He looked around and found that he was standing on a fortress made of steel.
"Icecrown Citadel?"
Varian was stunned for a moment. He was a little surprised as to why the portal was connected here, but when he thought that Arthas opened the portal, it made some inexplicable sense.
"Sorry, this is the only place in the world that I can locate." Alsace also walked out of the portal at this time. After he came out, the dark portal disappeared.
The count he just counted was exactly the number of demons he and Varian killed together. He used Frostmourne to collect the souls of these demons to reposition the Icecrown Citadel of this world and break the shield of the Tomb of Sargeras. .
Although Varian was successfully rescued, he was not able to kill Gul'dan, which was a bit regretful - the evil ray just now must have come from a high-level demon of the Burning Legion, but who specifically was Artha? Si doesn't know.
"I do have many things to ask, but Icecrown Citadel is obviously not a good place to talk," Varian said after putting Salamane away and looking at the scattered undead wandering near Icecrown Citadel.
Although the Lich King in this world has been killed by Tirion, Icecrown Citadel is still not a place where living people should come. Arthas used his soul perception and found several skeletal griffins. The two of them rode on these The beast, which had been dead for a long time, quickly flew away from Icecrown Citadel.
The Lich King of this world, Arthas, has long since fallen. Arthas does not want to disturb the third Lich King who is sitting on the Frozen Throne. The most important thing right now is to find a way back. Of course, He will provide Varian with as much help as possible before returning to his original world.
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In the Eastern Kingdom, Stormwind City, and Stormwind Fortress, the leaders of the Alliance gathered here. Their expressions were more or less sad. Just a few days ago, the most beloved king of the Alliance, Varian Wu In order to cover the retreat of the Union troops, Ryan left the rear alone.
Varian fell into the devil's trap alone, and it is not difficult for everyone to imagine the result. At the juncture of the Burning Legion's invasion, before they could do anything, they lost a great leader first, which was very important to the Alliance. It was an extremely heavy blow.
"It's the Horde again! I knew we couldn't trust them!" Jaina's eyes were red. People she knew were passing away one after another, and it was because of the tribe's betrayal, which made her hate the tribe even more.
"Our biggest mistake was to believe that the Horde would advance and retreat with us." Greymane stood beside Varian's sarcophagus and said through gritted teeth. He clenched his right fist so tightly that even his nails dug into his flesh. The other emotion contained in his eyes was naked hatred and anger.
"May Elune allow this great king to enjoy eternal sleep." Tyrande placed her hand on the sarcophagus and sighed softly. Varian is one of the most outstanding kings and heroes she has ever seen. But such a warrior cannot avoid death.
She turned and bowed her head in comfort to Anduin Wrynn, the young prince who, after his father's death in battle, must now take up the mantle of becoming the new King of Stormwind.
"Your Majesty Anduin, please express your condolences. Although this may be a little cruel to you, we must cheer up. His Majesty Varian's sacrifice cannot be in vain. The threat of the Burning Legion is imminent."
"I...I know, Priestess, but I..." Anduin's voice was a little weak. His father's death had dealt a huge blow to his spirit and body. He could not get over this shocking moment. Recover from the message.
He never had the courage to open and read the letter that Greymane sent to him, because he was afraid that he would not be able to bear what his father entrusted to him.
Anduin turned his attention to his teacher Velen. The draenei seemed to be looking at Varian's sarcophagus in a daze, wondering what he was thinking about.
Sure enough... did our father's death make us lose confidence? How should I handle this situation?
No, my thoughts are still a mess, and I can't calm down and think.
Anduin kept thinking wildly, and the invisible pressure made it more and more difficult for him to breathe, until a burst of arguing woke him up from his sinking state.
"Enough, I've had enough. I will find a way to deal with the Burning Legion and the Horde myself." Jaina waved her hands impatiently. She seemed to have lost patience with others.
The blue arcane light flashed, and Jaina's figure disappeared into Stormwind Fortress.
Jaina's passing left Anduin shocked, but also made him feel even more lost and sad - what would his father do if he were here?
"Okay, Anduin, don't be angry. Jaina is just too angry. Let her calm down alone." Muradin also sighed. He understood Jaina's mood. The departure of his old friend made him The dwarves were all very sad, and Jaina, who had just been hurt by the tribe, would naturally be even more resentful.
Just when the scene fell into a strange silence, a royal guard came forward and said something to Greymane. Greymane nodded, walked towards Anduin, and whispered in his ear.
"Tirion?! Did he survive?" Anduin's dim eyes finally showed some sparkle. This was the only good news in recent days.
"Yes, he is just outside the fortress."
"Let Tirion come in. He is a hero of the Alliance and deserves such courtesy."
Within a few minutes, Tirion slowly walked to the throne of the fortress with the support of a silver Crusade guard. His hair was paler than the last time Anduin saw him. Now Tirion Ao Geng looks older.
Moreover, the Ashbringer, who was always inseparable from Tirion, was not taken with him.
"High Lord Fordring! You are seriously injured, please don't be polite." Anduin quickly arranged for guards to provide Tirion with a seat.
Tirion waved his hand and declined Anduin's kindness, "It's okay. Although I was a little injured, I'm not that fragile yet - Anduin, I came here today to say something. .”
"Please speak." Anduin's attitude was very respectful. As a witness of the Battle of the Broken Shore, Tirion himself was a hero who sacrificed for Azeroth.
Everyone turned their attention to Tirion, who looked at Varian's sarcophagus and said calmly, "Varian, he may not be dead."
"Not dead?! Is it true?" Greymane was the first to speak out excitedly, but he immediately calmed down and said pessimistically, "That evil ray... we all saw it, that kind of It’s so powerful that even Varian would have a hard time surviving.”
"No, I have evidence. I entrusted the Ashbringer to a trustworthy person, and I can still feel the holy light of him and the Ashbringer shining - before he left, he went to rescue Vali It’s safe.”
