Varian vs Arthas

The resistance in the south of the city was something the Lich King hadn't anticipated.

His plan for Lordaeron only involved himself and a few dreadlords, but the rebels who appeared in the south of the city seemed to have been prepared in advance.

After all, Ner'zhul, with his full map-hacking mental power, wasn't blind; those thousands of rafts were obviously prepared beforehand. Who would make rafts for no reason!

Ner'zhul immediately contacted his external agent, Arthas.

Huh?

Target not found?

Ner'zhul thought there was something wrong with his mental vision, and his mental power once again probed towards the farms outside Lordaeron City.

Fortunately, there was no problem this time. Arthas was standing in a farm, dazed.

"There's been a change. Return quickly!"

After issuing the order to recall Arthas, Ner'zhul began to control all the undead in the city to surge towards the south.

He was determined to take Lordaeron, and all living beings who stood in his way had to die.

With Arthas's return, Ner'zhul seemed to have obtained a handy humanoid weapon, increasing the pressure on Varian to resist the undead.

"Look who it is? Varian Wrynn, my distant cousin, the prince of the declining Kingdom of Stormwind!"

Arthas, riding Invincible, leisurely pulled the reins and arrived at the battlefield where the undead and militia were clashing, and then he said those words.

Varian blocked the death knight Falric's attack with his sword, then kicked Marwyn in the chest, sending him flying. Then, he took a step back, left the intense battlefield, raised his head, and stared at Arthas with some anger in his eyes.

In just a few words, the young and vigorous Varian was enraged.

It can only be said that Arthas could remain humble in the face of the strong, such as he didn't dare to speak wildly in front of Galen not long ago, but in the face of people like Varian who were not as strong as him, he began to show off.

Arthas waved his hand to let his two death knight captains, Falric and Marwyn, leave. In other parts of Lordaeron City, they could speed up the massacre.

"Arthas, your father contributed to the decline of the Kingdom of Stormwind. Of course, we couldn't keep those 300,000 people; it was the dereliction of duty of our Wrynn royal family."

Regarding the 300,000 people who were intercepted by Lordaeron during the restoration of the kingdom, King Llane or Anduin Lothar had nothing to say. After all, they failed to protect them. Not only was the country destroyed, but the land was also lost.

Being able to restore the country in the end was already a blessing in disguise. As long as the foundation was still there, they would eventually rise again. This was the confidence of the Wrynn royal family.

"On the contrary, it's you, Arthas. Your father ruled this land for fifty years, not only making Lordaeron the leader of the Alliance, but also the most powerful country in the entire Eastern Continent."

Varian's eyes were mocking, looking at Arthas like he was Azeroth's biggest spendthrift, "And you destroyed Lordaeron City in just one day, turning this country into a scorched earth."

"I can only say that you will never be worthy of mocking me."

"Watch your words, Varian. One day, I will lead the army of the dead and flatten your kingdom all the way, making the Kingdom of Stormwind a thing of the past again!"

Arthas clenched Frostmourne, and the magic sword seemed to feel its master's anger, making a buzzing sound.

The desire for battle poured into Arthas's palm from the sword, and then into his mind. Coupled with the Lich King constantly urging him to speed up the massacre, Arthas was not prepared to continue talking nonsense with Varian and directly adopted an attacking stance.

Varian looked at him for a while. Although he still wanted to continue arguing with Arthas, after all, his task was to delay time and allow more refugees to evacuate.

But Arthas seemed impatient, and he could only slowly raise the Shalamayne in his hand, then hold the hilt of the sword with both hands and break it hard!

The two-handed sword turned into two one-handed swords, and the arms warrior instantly transformed into a fury warrior.

Varian's aura soared, and his strength seemed to have increased slightly.

Arthas sneered: "In the face of absolute strength, everything you do is in vain!"

As soon as Arthas finished speaking, before he could react, he saw a strong figure suddenly appear in front of him, followed by a storm of attacks.

Varian held the Shalla'tor and Ellemayne swords and directly jumped close to Arthas, using Thunder Clap to suppress the surrounding undead, and then charged towards Arthas.

Bloodthirst, Raging Blow, Whirlwind, Hamstring, Enrage, a set of skills was unleashed without any pause.

Back then, in the Holy Light training camp in Northshire Abbey, he didn't know how many times he was beaten by his sparring partners because he was young and lacked combat experience, and he didn't know how many nights he lay alone on the bed in the dormitory, silently licking his wounds!

Constantly growing in sparring, the spirit of not admitting defeat allowed him to progress. Now his strength has surpassed that of King Llane, who was level 9, although Sir Lothar warned him that he still lacked the experience of life and death, Varian was still very satisfied.

Varian was very grateful to Galen, and also grateful to his mother for insisting on going to Northshire Abbey instead of Lordaeron, which his father suggested!

Otherwise, how could he have his current strength?

Moreover, being in Lordaeron would mean getting along with Arthas, and Varian now despises his character.

"Arthas... the 300,000 people lost by the Kingdom of Stormwind, today I will bring them back..."

Arthas heard this and became serious, switching from defense to offense!

Boom!

The two erupted with all their strength!

Although Varian was persevering in the battle in the south of the city, it was still not optimistic. The number of undead was increasing too quickly.

In the Royal Palace of Lordaeron, Onyxia had been lurking for a long time. When the princes dispersed to prepare, she was sent by Galen to wait in the palace.

Her mission was to save the Queen and the eldest princess of the Menethil royal family, but entering rashly would be regarded as an invader and attacked by the remaining Royal Guard. Only when they were in a desperate situation, understood what had happened, and had some awareness, would she be able to go out and take them away smoothly.

At this time, the palace had fallen, and the last team of surviving guards was protecting the Queen and the eldest princess to evacuate...