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Under the moonlight of Nagrand Prairie, two men stood opposite each other. One was fully armed, armed with a heavy sword and a heavy shield, and the other stood in a casual robe and stood with his hands together. The robe also hunted in droves.

His ice-blue eyes stared at Varian Wrynn who was in a fighting stance on the opposite side. Compared with the memories in the stormy city that burned a few years ago, Varian is now more sturdy and no longer a king. The grace of time is more like a warrior with a long battle front. Under the wild temperament, a violent soul is hidden.

With humiliation as his driving force, he pushed himself to continuously break through his shackles, coupled with his extraordinary talent, in just a few years, he tempered himself into a true brave man.

As can be seen in those eyes, his hatred for Tyrion never weakened.

But that hatred has become even more in the years... "pure"!

This is also the place where the Lord Lord felt puzzled. He asked softly:

"You have been hiding for several years, sharpening yourself in the most dangerous places in the world of Azeroth and Draenor, but when the empire launched the rescue of Mekkatorque, why did you stand up at the risk of being discovered again? What about it? Was it a heartless thing? Did they contact you? Or for some reason, let you do it on your own initiative?"

"If you feel that you are still responsible for the empire, then when they moved to Kalimdor and needed you most, why did you want to be incognito? I also know that the Federation of Veterans Federation has been looking for you, they noticed Your trail, Varian, but you have repeatedly rejected their invitations, so I am curious...what are you thinking about when you make these contradictory decisions?"

Facing Tyrion’s inquiry, Varian’s answer was very concise...

"Uh"

The heavy black war sword screamed at Tyrion's neck as if there was nothing in his flip, but between the lord's silent raise of his hand, the sharp and powerful blade of the sword The large collar advocated that the left hand was easily caught in the air and could not enter.

This blow is an answer, an invitation, and a challenge.

Tyrion looked at Varian's firm eyes, he nodded clearly, and with his left hand, Varian's war sword was thrown back, and the warrior took it in his hand precisely, he beat it with his long sword Shield, looking at Tyrion.

The Lord’s fingers danced, and the heavy ash messenger appeared in the palm of his hand. Tyrion crossed the heavy sword in front of him. He stroked the sharp blade. He raised his weapon and whispered:

"I mean... we have to talk."

"boom"

Varian slapped the war sword fiercely on the shield and made a low noise. A sharp light flashed in his eyes. He raised the war sword and pointed the blade at Tyrion:

"I... listen carefully."

"Oh, uh"

The figures of the two disappeared at the same time almost at the same time. The violent mud and turf splashed around. The momentum of the two collided in the night sky. The sound of the collision of the weapons brought the two figures up and down like a series of dull thunder. Back and forth in the night.

The two are just like the gladiators who are fighting each other, passing by in the swing of weapons and weapons, each blow is powerful, and the weapon that is wrapped in death energy and the fire of anger is so deadly...Of course, This is for Varian, Tyrion's strength is much higher than him, his chances of winning are very small, this point Varian is aware of.

But he must fight this battle!

Although it was not the final decisive battle he imagined, but since he met his life and death enemy, how could he escape in such an embarrassing way?

He is a warrior, even if he dies... he must die on the way to charge!

"boom"

In the brute force bombardment of the High Lord, Varian's right-hand steel shield was under the shadow of the Ashbringer's sword, and soon a fierce crack appeared, but Varian still used his shield to block the Ashbringer regardless. 'S bombardment, counterattacking the Lord Lord with a left-handed war sword. In the symphony of weapons, he roared loudly to:

"I hate you, Tyrion!"

"Not only because you took my son and wife, but because you destroyed my country... everything left by my father, the mission of the Wrynn family, Losa, my second father, all this ...All ruined by you! I once claimed to be the son of the storm, and I vowed to avenge my people!"

"boom"

The heavy ash messenger collided with the black war sword, and the two blades were rubbing fast. In the splatter of fire, Varian's eyes and Tyrion's eyes collided, one was angry and the other was calm.

"what about now?"

Tyrion asked. The two weapons were separated at the next moment. The lord took a step back, but the black sword shadow brought by the Ashbringer screamed from several directions to Varian. The latter's body rolled back a few times. The circle stopped in a kneeling position, and the black shield blocked the body, blocking the black sword shadow as much as possible, but before the sword shadow dissipated, the buzz of the Ashbringer came again, after the sword front, It is the cold body of the lord.

"boom"

The sturdy shield was finally overwhelmed by the sharp blade, and in the sound of steel tearing, the shield made of frozen steel was cut into four pieces, but before the burst, the warrior grabbed the war sword Jumped out of the attack range of the Ashbringer and was not hurt by the burst shield.

Varian stood up breathlessly, his right hand holding the shield had been torn open, blood was spread all over his fingers, and the faint tingling made the fire of anger wrapped around his body more active.

He looked at Tyrion. Under the war helmet, his blue eyes had no fear. He raised the black war sword, and on both sides of the blade reflected his face with a helmet:

"Now? Now...I have left the hatred of the people."

"Oh?"

There was a smile on the corner of Tyrion’s mouth, but in an instant, he turned his wrists, the Ashbringer was beating, and the black sword shadow rolled around the Lord’s fingers. He increased his voice:

"why?"

"because..."

Varian took a deep breath, and another high-level combat skill of the warrior was activated, and the rage power wrapped around the body gathered on the weapon in his hand, making it full of energy fire like a flame beating, it seemed Just like being ignited, this scene also appeared on the battlefield of the Battle of Northern Frontier, that is the martial arts used by Lothar and Tyrion.

The young Varian... also reached this level.

"Because they don’t need me to avenge them... I traveled the world, and I saw with my own eyes the lives of the people of the Kingdom of the Storm and the people of the Empire under federal rule...a better and more perfect life than before, they lived Freer, more dignified, worry-free, and the resentment of the people has disappeared. They don’t need me to be an avenger on their behalf... nor do they need anyone to represent them."

Varian raised his head, and apart from the angry flame, his eyes were clear, he said:

"I can't fool myself. The destruction of the Storm Kingdom is a disaster for the nobles, but for the people I have always wanted to protect, it may be a good thing."

"Although I don't want to admit it, the Federation is a good ruler, at least better than us."

"Very well, hatred doesn't destroy your sanity, it's good..."

Tyrion moved his shoulders. He revisited Varian in front of him. He asked:

"Then why do you appear here as a challenger?"

"boom"

The flame of anger suddenly exploded at this moment, and between the flames scattered, Varian, dragging the sword of war, rushed towards Tyrion like a flaming lion, in the blessing of the terrorist power accumulated in a short time When Varian's war sword swept across the air, it even ignited the air. In the suffocating offensive, the heavy sword that Tyrion blocked in front of him was severely bombarded.

"I didn't come as a king!"

"I use a father!"

"boom"

"A husband!"

"boom"

"a son!"

"boom"

"From a man's identity!"

"boom"

After four consecutive blows, he finally repelled Terion’s body standing in place, and the expression of the high lord also became serious. He held the sword handle with both hands, and he was holding the high-level combat skill "Death Wish". Ann counterattacked in a crazy offensive, but in the face of desperate high-level fighters, Tyrion returned to the battlefield of Northern Xinjiang, facing another Losa.

A younger, more potential Losa...

"I came for my son, my wife, my father, for myself!"

Varian leapt from the ground, and the war sword held in his hands was raised above his head. The wildly burning, gathered fire of anger gathered the war sword into a near-melting state.

His roar spread through the night like thunder.

"It has nothing to do with justice, it has nothing to do with axioms, only for this..."

"Me, Varian Wrynn!"

"Challenge you!"

"Wow"

The war sword carrying all of Varian’s will and power crashed down at this moment. At the moment when the sharp blade rolled in anger, the heavy wind pressure rang the hunting of Tyrian’s long gray hair and the lord raised his head. He looked directly at Varian after the War Sword, and looked at the eyes containing the unyielding soul, the burning eyes, the eyes belonging to the warrior.

Those are the eyes of a real man... a real fighter.

That was the fighter that Tylion had personally cultivated. It was the first treasure to bloom in countless experiments by the Lord of the Lords. It was he who opened the legendary prologue for the man in front of him. Now, he will draw in this legendary story. Last time.

"well..."

"Varian Wrynn..."

"Me, accept your challenge!"

"boom"

The sound like a dragon throat, all the power belonging to the Lord of the Dark Blade was awakened at this moment, the power of darkness wrapped the entire battlefield in an instant, and behind Tyraine, the huge death energy was reorganized into a roaring darkness The dragon crashed into Varian in the sky, and the human warrior's eyes widened, and a will to die was awakened in his heart. Under the impact of that will, Varian clenched his weapon. The fingers made a clicking sound,

"Then come! Terion..."

"Kill me...or, kill me!"

"Boom!"

The wind in the night of the whole Nagrand Grassland became extremely noisy at this moment, the orc shaman and the draenei priests who had fallen asleep were awakened, together with the audience who fell asleep around the arena, the warriors of all races , They rushed out of the room and tent and looked up at the sky deep in the grassland.

In their astonished eyes, a black lightning that penetrated the heavens and earth was like tearing the sky dome, hanging between the sky of Draenor. After the reflection of the black lightning, it reflected a faint blue light, that light It even covered the stars, like a projection from another world.

Above the lightning point, there is a layer of madly rotating black mist, just like a tornado above the sea. In the endless black mist, there is a red fire burning like crazy. The two ancient monsters are fighting, even if they are across the grassland, they can hear the sound of howling like a dragon...

The sound that shakes the whole grassland... that is the sound of steel symphony, that is the sound of fighting on the battlefield, this scene of the scene appeared only less than 10 seconds, just like it was before, the light and The black lightning that was beating up and down dissipated quietly.

Tyrion stood on the edge of the huge hollow that was blasted away in front of his eyes. He carried the ashes messenger wrapped around the black fire and turned his head to look at his shoulders. There were still flames of anger and slashed by the blade of the sword. The cracks in the bones are deeply visible, but with the support of the powerful soul, the cut wound is healing quickly.

And in the gully in front of him, Varian Wrynn was lying on the bottom of the gully in an embarrassed posture, most of his body was covered with cold, frozen mud, and he was frostbitten all over his body. The scars looked extremely embarrassed, and the black helmet was covered with staggered war marks.

Obviously, the Lord Lord did not die...

"Cough..."

Varian hardly twisted his painful neck. In the battle helmet's field of vision, he saw Tyrion standing on the edge of the gully. The latter was watching him with a calm look, that ice-blue eye There is nothing in the eyes, just like a **** who ignores everything.

"Sure enough...I still...lost..."

A light but hard smile hung on the soldier's face. He opened his hands and lay deep in a large depression that was covered in ice. He was waiting to die.

"Come on, kill me, turn me into your dogleg... that's fine, me and my Tiffany... can finally be together."

"No, Varian Wrynn."

Tyrion shook his head. He took out something from the storage ring on his finger. It was like throwing garbage. He threw it at Varian's hand. It was an ordinary two-handed sword. The appearance of fluttering is unattractive, but the shining blade of Hanmang under the moonlight represents this is a rare good weapon.

Is this... presumably a reward?

Tyrion waved at Varian who was waiting to die:

"You've passed...Losa will probably also squint..."

"Get out! Play your gladiatorial game tomorrow."

"You still owe my nephew a birthday wish... I admit that you are a soldier, so I welcome your challenge at any time..."

"But next time...Varian..."

"It won't be that simple next time."

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