The relationship between Varian and Alsace is complex.

During the First Orc War, Stormwind was captured by the Orcs under the command of Orgrim, King Ryan died at the hands of the Orc Assassin Garona, and Varian, who was only 14 years old, followed his adoptive father Lothar to take refuge in the Northern Frontier with his people, and as the only son of the Ureon family, Varian was sent to live in the court of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

Terenus. Minethiel was very kind to this young guest from afar, even treating him as if he were his own son, which made Arthas, who was only 8 years old at the time, curious, and of course a little jealous in his heart, but it was only the child's senses, and he thought that Varian's arrival had robbed him of some of his father's love for him.

But the children always became friends quickly, and Varian lived with Arthas and his sister Kalia until the Orcs were defeated by the Alliance in the Burning Plains, and until the rebuilding of Stormwind was completed, and the three children grew up almost like real brothers and sisters over the years.

Not to mention, in this timeline, when Orgrim commanded the orcs to besiege Lordaeron, the three children received "help" from Tyrion together when they were in the most danger, of course, that was a long time ago.

In short, there is a true relationship between Varian and Arthas, as well as a sense of competition for comparing with each other, after all, even a boy is a prince, and he will inherit the country and become a king in the future, and Varian's growth has repeatedly made King Terenus feel very gratified, and even said several times in the King's Council that if Arthas can become like Varian in the future, he will definitely be very pleased.

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

Varian is a man of gratitude, he has never forgotten the fear and anxiety of being away from home as a child, and he has never forgotten the scene when he first arrived at the court of Lordaeron, King Terenus hugged him and comforted him, in his heart, although the status of King Terenus could not be compared to that of his adoptive father Lothar, but the benevolent king was definitely someone he regarded as an elder relative, he learned the way of governing from King Tenaris, observed the operation of the kingdom of Lordaeron, and so on.

Varian passed on the kindness that King Terenus had bestowed upon him in another way to Arthas, who always followed him, helping the younger brother, leading by example, protecting him in times of danger and never giving up on him.

In Arthas's mind, Varian's image is also a near-perfect brother, as a child, he sometimes hoped that Varian was really his brother, and after hearing that the Kingdom of Stormwind had fallen to the undead, his brother Varian left a letter and left, Arthas vowed more than once to seek justice for Varian.

These two men are almost a perfect example of the friendship between nobles in the Imperial Age, but unfortunately, in the New World, the fate of both men has been changed, and now, no one knows where their future will go, just as no one knows where the future of the empire will go.

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

On the galloping warhorse, Varian and Arthas walked side by side, both of them are very skilled in maneuvering the warhorse, and between this kind of sandy gallop, they can also chat as usual, Varian handed the pendant around his neck to Arthas, who took it in his hand, opened the mechanism, and the golden pendant that popped open had a realistic magical effect.

Varian was half-crouched on the ground, holding Anduin's shoulders with both hands, while Anduin Jr. raised his championship belt with his hands in high spirits, his eyes full of joy, as if he were calling someone in front of him.

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

Arthas sighed, in the magical image, the faces of the two fathers and sons are almost together, except for the difference in hair color, Anduin's cheeks are almost like a replica of Alsace's memories of Varian's childhood.

But now, Arthas turned his head to look at Varian on his horse, the battle marks on his face were so shocking that people couldn't help but wonder what kind of terrible battle Varian had gone through to make him what he was now.

Presumably sensing Arthas's eyes, Varian turned to look at him, took the pendant, put it around his neck, and then asked:

"What's wrong?"

"You... Did you get Anduin back? ”

Arthas hesitated, but asked the question: "Did you win the tyrant?" ”

"No, I lost."

Varian was calm, his black hair blowing in the desert wind, and he looked at the battlefield of the Wall of Beetles looming in front of him, and he whispered:

"I lost badly, but I still met Anduin, he is with his mother now, they are living well, when the things on this continent are done, I will go back to them..."

"Next time, take this sword with you!"

Arthas patted the sword behind him and whispered to Varian:

"This sword was made for Tyrion... I call it..."

"Pale justice!"

Varian laughed and patted Arthas on the shoulder:

"My brother, I've heard about the great things you did, and didn't Mecatok come back and tell you about the mysterious warrior who showed up that night to help them finally escape from the battlefield?"

"That's you!"

Arthas's eyes widened, of course he knew that there was a mysterious warrior who appeared that night and helped the rescue group that was in danger at that time, it can be said that the mysterious and powerful warrior single-handedly reversed the outcome of the entire rescue operation, he had thought about it, and in the end he thought that it should be the old man of the empire hidden in the territory of the Federation, but he never thought that that person would be Varian.

"I knew that you never gave up on your responsibilities."

Arthas said with emotion, but Varian was silent, and after a few seconds, Varian took the initiative to change the subject, he looked at Arthas, and he asked:

"How's your and Anna doing? Don't plan to get married yet? ”

Arthas was a little embarrassed to ask this question, and he pretended to look at the desert around him with pretended vigilance, and replied in a low voice:

"The identities of the two of us... It's a little embarrassing, the eldest brother is like a father, but His Majesty Drake is not too enthusiastic about this matter... I, probably know the reason, he is waiting for me to take the initiative to speak, but seriously, I don't want to wronged Anna, we have been through so many things together, I don't want our relationship to be colored by politics. ”

This answer made Varian pause, but he was not a fool after all, and after a few seconds of thought, he understood the reason, he squinted his eyes, and muttered to himself:

"Sure enough, it's because... The Emperor's Throne? ”

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

However, compared to the nature between Arthas and Varian, the atmosphere of the conversation between the two is somewhat strange.

Liam had fully experienced the werewolf plague of Gilneis, and although the entire Blood Pressure Legion was dressed as a human being, he still felt a hint of wildness from these gloomy soldiers... This legion brought back by His Majesty Varian, more than 30,000 people... All werewolves!

Even Lord Darius has the breath of a werewolf on his body, which makes young Liam a little unacceptable, but... He was more concerned about something else.

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

Liam asked in a deep voice as he rode his horse, and the eyes of Lord Darius, who was walking beside him, did not change much, and after a few seconds, he said dryly, without emotion:

"Jean is dead, dead in the assassination of Tyrion, he fulfilled the king's mission, and that's it."

"That's it?"

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

"I, Tess, and my mother, and your daughter, and my queen, my dear... We were all waiting for news about you and my father, and now that we finally meet, and then you tell me... My father is dead? Is that the case? Crowley... Uncle! ”

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

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

"Of course!"

Liam. A glimmer of hope flashed in Greyman's eyes, but the next moment, Lord Croray said in a deep voice:

"Then he did die."

"Enough!"

Liam felt that he had been fooled, and he wanted to say something, but when he looked up, he saw a pair of emotionless, beastly eyes, and Lord Darius stared at the young King Gilneis, and he said word by word:

"Jean, whom you know, is dead! Don't try to go to him, now he's living in a miserable way that disgusts and disgusts you, don't burden him anymore, Liam! Here's my final piece of advice to you, and... I brought back him as King of Gilneth and gave you one last order! ”

"What order?"

Liam asked subconsciously.

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

"Support Varian. Ureon... Become an Emperor! ”

"I don't accept it!"

Liam was shocked, and he retorted:

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

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

Liam. Unconvinced, Greymane said:

"If this is really my father's last order to me, why didn't he encourage me to become emperor, isn't this his wish?"

"You want to know why?"

Dalius. A strange smile appeared on Crorey's indifferent face, and he looked at Liam, as he had done years ago, and he whispered:

"Then you'll soon find out why... Liam. ”

"That's a chance that Varian earned with his life, and seriously, if you think you can do it, then you might as well give it a try... I will never stand in the way! ”

"The young and rebellious king... It's not just us who chose him, remember this sentence! ”

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When they arrived at the position in front of the Beetle Wall, in front of them was a scene of demons dancing wildly, in the direction of the previous coalition formation, the yellow sand had been covered in blood, worm corpses and the bodies of some torn coalition soldiers everywhere, the destroyed airships slanted into the desert, and flames burning in the ruins.

The swarm of the wall of beetles in front of them had even turned into a black whistling storm, and the sound of artillery could be faintly heard, proving that the front-line legions were still not completely annihilated, and they were still holding on.

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

"I'll take the paladins to charge for a while, after the artillery of the blood fangs breaks through the position, brother, you rush in with the rest of the army, we will leave here quickly after we take the front-line legion, there are too many worms."

"No, Arthas."

Varian lifted his hood and surveyed the position in front of him, behind him, the heavily armed assault wing of the Blood Fang Legion had been formed, Varian crouched down and brushed away the quicksand under his feet, it was an elf who had died in battle, her beautiful face had a pair of eyes that had lost their lustre, the moon blade in her hand was stained with the green blood of insects, and not far from her broken corpse, there were three bugs she had killed.

Varian stretched out his hand and closed the elf's wide eyes, he sighed, stood up, and drew the gray longsword behind his back with his backhand, he looked at Arthas beside him:

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

A chill flashed in Varian's eyes:

"We will not withdraw! We rush in! Just today, we end this war! ”

"Buzz"

With the neighing of the gray sword, Varian moved his neck, and he looked at Arthas, a wild smile on his lips:

"As for the charge? As before, leave this kind of thing to me. ”

"I will protect you, as I have done before..."

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

Arthas tried to retort, but saw Darius coming from behind. Lord Crowley, who stood behind Varian, stood with the gladiators of the Black Ghost Warband, who had volunteered to follow Varian.

Varian felt the scorching wind in front of him, the wind that blew his face in the desert, and he said:

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

"Huh"

Facing the black insect tide in front of him, which felt the arrival of reinforcements and roared out of the swarm, the long sword in Varian's hand was raised, and then slid down suddenly:

"Wolves..."

"Whatever I want... Charge! ”

At the moment when Varian burst out of the formation with his sword in hand, behind him, under Arthas's dull gaze, a wave of wolf howls echoed through the desert at dusk, those blood-fanged werewolves who roared to the sky raised their weapons, and between the shadows, a bloodthirsty legion followed Varian in the form of a beast, and launched a decisive assault on the swarm that engulfed everything in front of him.

"Wolves... Roar..."