It is very inappropriate for a soldier to rashly attack a strong enemy on an unfamiliar battlefield.

Although the warriors are generally very reckless, in fact, the fighters who can survive thousands of vicious battles are definitely true masters.

They are good at reconnaissance before the attack, good at covering the evacuation after the attack, in fact, if you have a qualified soldier with you on the real battlefield, it is definitely the luckiest thing.

And now, in this dark land, Varian looked at the Great Lord Tyrion in front of him, who was wearing elven robes and dressed very relaxed, Varian, who was not armed, quickly calmed down after the initial surprise and vigilance, and in the face of the Great Lord's invitation, Varian did not show much hesitation, he could probably guess where this was from the surrounding wilderness where the cold wind of the Spirit Realm was blowing.

The legendary realm of death, the return of the dead.

This was on Tyrion's turf, and if he wanted to kill Varian, he only had to move his fingers, and he didn't need to do all this messy steps, so it really was a normal drinking invitation.

So Varian didn't hesitate for long, he nodded, looked left and right, and there was no place to sit.

The High Lord took a step forward, and a table and chair made of pure and clear ice appeared beside Varian, and Tyrion glanced at the half-weathered demon skeleton at his feet, and whispered:

"Very well, it seems that you are much luckier than the last living creature who came here."

Two wine glasses were placed on the ice table, the high lord tilted the wine bottle in his other hand, poured two cups of blood wine into the crystal glass, he sat very comfortably in the other chair, crossed his legs, and then looked at Varian in front of him, he spread his hands:

"I'm sorry, I don't often receive people from outside, I've been out of your world for too long, and I don't know what kind of style you're trending right now, anyway, drink this wine... Let's get out of here. ”

"I'm busy."

As he spoke, the High Lord took his glass, raised it towards Varian, and then poured the blood-red wine into his mouth, and he looked at Varian, who was silent, and said:

"I'm guessing you're wondering why you tore Lothar's scroll and came to my world... I'll tell you, this wasn't an accident. ”

The High Lord's answer made Varian raise his head, he picked up the wine glass that smelled faintly bloody, put it in his hand and shook it slightly, he looked at Tyrion:

"So, was the scroll meant for my adoptive father, Lothar? Between you and him..."

"No, no, it's not me."

Tyrion gave a smile that didn't warm as he explained:

"That scroll was given to Lothar by an "old friend", it was a scroll attached to Bonsandy's death power to save Lothar's soul, but the old man refused to use it, and left it to his successor, you see, this was supposed to be Bonsandy's life, but now Bonsandi is my subordinate and he is busy, so, I am here for him to complete this contract... You ready? ”

"Wait!"

Varian muttered:

"What kind of contract is this? I don't know the content yet! ”

"Please."

The Great Lord rolled his eyes a little helplessly, he pointed to the Dead Realm Wilderness in front of him, and the rudiments of the Dark Blade City in the distance, and said:

"This is the land of the dead, what else do you want to do here?"

"It's nothing more than an "immortal" contract, during your tenure as Emperor of the Empire, the Dead Hell will not take your soul, but once you leave office, die of old age, or be ousted from the Emperor's throne, then... Thy soul is mine. ”

"I'm sorry, I refuse!"

Varian stood up and drank the blood wine, the unusual cold of the wine of the dead, flowing through his body, making his soul feel as if it was in extreme cold, but it was not painful, but it made his soul's vision sharper, as if he had wiped away all the dust and haze.

The human king raised his empty glass towards Tyrion and said:

"Thank you for the wine, but I don't need your contract, my adoptive father has shown me the way, the emperor of the human empire does not rely on this "blessing" to be noble, I will not ..."

"Smack"

Before Varian's words fell, the white bone seal in Tyrian's hand was already on his heart, and the seal was like a spirit body, penetrating Varian's clothes, penetrating his flesh, and imprinting directly into his heart, directly into his soul, after all this last night, the High Lord moved his shoulders and threw another sealed scroll into Varian's hand, and he left without looking back, and waved his hand:

"Alright, the contract is established, you can go."

"Also, the moment you die of old age, I will personally take your soul and tell your successor that when he takes the Emperor's Crown, don't forget to open this scroll! From now on, this will be the only form of the imperial succession of the human empire. ”

"So... Varian..."

"See you after 87 years!"

The Great Lord's voice was far away, Varian touched his heart, he wanted to rush over to ask the High Lord for an explanation, but at the moment he stepped forward, the ice table and ice chair beside him suddenly shattered at this moment, like endless brilliant fragments shining in mid-air, all the images of the dead world in front of him were distorted at this moment, even the back of Tyrion in front of him became distorted and chaotic, reflected in the shattered vision in front of him, like a black ghost made from the fragments of darkness.

It was all like a sudden dream, a worst nightmare.

"Huh"

Varian's eyes opened at this moment, he saw the dome above his head dotted with murals of the legend of the Light, his perception returned to his body, making him move his head and look at the decorations around him, this is not the Cathedral of Light, this is the New Stormwind, the Winter Palace, this is his bedroom... But obviously...

"Varian, you're finally awake!"

Queen Valeera's cry of surprise rang in Varian's ears, and the next moment, a perfect body rushed into his arms, and Varian stroked his wife's long hair a little dazedly, and he asked in a low voice:

"Why am I here? How long has it been? ”

"3 days."

Valera looked at her husband worriedly, and she whispered:

"It's been 3 days since we left Baita City Harbor and returned home, I thought you had fallen under some kind of curse, but His Majesty Fa Ao said that it was a process, he said... This is a process that the emperor has to go through, and he says that all this is normal, how about you? Are you feeling okay? ”

"Ah, it's like having a nightmare."

Varian rubbed his head, his other hand removed from the covers, and he looked at the not-so-heavy scroll in his other hand, only he could see the pale light shining on the scroll, and the light was telling him that it was not a dream.

The gladiator king shook his head, he felt that his mind was now in turmoil, and he needed a little time to be alone, so he said to his wife:

"Honey, I need a glass of wine, a meal, I'm hungry... By the way, Valeera, didn't Her Majesty say anything else? ”

"As I leave, His Majesty Fao will tell you about it."

Valilla stood up, she straightened her hair, and said to Varian:

"Your Majesty said, make you ready, he will proclaim the will of the Light, but worldly problems, you still need to solve them yourself, oh by the way, we have a special guest, he has been waiting for you in the Winter Palace for a day, he said, he is your sword master."

"Muradin?"

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Ten minutes later, Varian, who had hastily finished a light meal, appeared in the palace parlour, an intimate parlor that was often used only to receive Varian's personal friends.

For the current officials of the Stormwind Kingdom, it is a very face-saving thing to be invited to the king's private parlor to talk, although Varian is currently only a diplomatic and national symbol of the kingdom, but in fact, his status in the hearts of the people has gone straight after Emperor Lothar, and for the people of the Stormwind Kingdom, if the empire needs a new emperor, then their king is definitely the most perfect candidate.

"Muradin!"

Varian saw at a glance the short man sitting on the sofa with his back to him, he walked forward quickly, sat down opposite Muladin, he looked at the diamond dwarf with the hood in front of him, he knew what happened to Muladin, but he didn't care what his friend had become, for a person like Varian, a friend was a friend, no matter what it became, he was a friend.

"How do you have time to come to me?"

Varian smiled and asked, "Aren't you studying the secrets of the ancestor's inheritance in Ulduar?" ”

The old dwarf was also pleased to see the heroic Varian, and Muradin replied in his own "sonorous" voice:

"I have something important to talk to you about, but you seem to have become different, your vitality is very strong, like a sun that will not be extinguished, and like a river that will not dry up, do you have any adventures?"

"Alas, it's hard to put into words, but it will dry up one day."

Varian said to himself:

"Just after 87 years, I already know the date of my death, forget it, don't talk about this, Muradin, is there anything important about you coming here?"

"Yes, and it's important!"

When it came to business, a touch of seriousness also appeared on Muradin's diamond face, and he said in a deep voice:

"I heard the call of the World Spirit, Varian, I became the spokesperson of Elune, the World Spirit told me that the greatest crisis in Azeroth is coming, and I must unite all the civilizations to deal with all this, your human empire is an important member, and I have heard the recent rumors about the Emperor's throne, I am here to ask you, Varian..."

"Are you willing to be the emperor of the empire? If you wish, I'll convince the dwarves to support you! I will persuade you and other forces to support you! As long as you can gather the power of the Human Empire in the shortest possible time! I need you to be on our side! ”

Muradin's question made Varian's face become a little more serious, and the human king looked at his sword master, and said:

"Muradin, I thought, you wouldn't like politics..."

"I really don't like it!"

The dwarf said calmly:

"Me and the World Spirit behind me just need a united human empire!"

"We don't just need you, we need the Night Elves, the stinking orcs, the cunning trolls and minotaurs, and even the centaurs! Even bugs! We need all the forces of this world, whether they are civilized races or not! Varian, this will be a true alliance across Azeroth, and I have persuaded the neutral Organizations, the Blightburner, Cenarion, the Ring of Earth, and even the Assassins, that together we will deal with the threat from the stars! ”

"Strife within the empire will weaken your power, and when the war of the end comes, weakening means defeat! We don't have a chance to try again, Varian, we're going to need you and your empire on that battlefield where the end is coming, so, tell me..."

"Will you be emperor? Do you want to be emperor? Frankly, I don't even look down on the other kings of the human race! Little Arthas may be good, but he's still a little worse than you. ”

The diamond dwarf jumped off the couch, his arms propped up on the table, he looked at Varian in front of him, and asked in a tone of hammer dealing:

"So, give me a word of approval!"

"About you becoming emperor, do or don't do it?"