Standing above the shattered dome of the fortress, Onexia stared coldly at the tiny human king on the ground.

"Without troops and soldiers, you are nothing."

She let out a cold sneer. Then he took a step and swooped down from the dome of the fortress.

Varian raised his sword, and the guards surrounded him. At this moment, the meek and kind Varian was ready to die. He had been a puppet king for so long under the spell of Katrana, and now, he wanted to redeem his soul through his own battle. Redeem the fatal mistakes he has committed.

The soldiers roared, they swore allegiance to their king, they swore allegiance to the kingdom of Stormwind, and at this moment, it was so glorious and glorious to fight for their country.

"For the Alliance!"

Varian let out a roar.

One dragon and one person, in the air and on the ground, launched a decisive battle!

On both sides of the fortress, the dragon spears made the slightest grinding sound, which was a well-arranged hunt plan. The soldiers watched as Onexia swooped down, aiming their spears at the dragon's heart.

At the same time, Lagash. The ghost wolf also arrived from the sky in a griffon.

The decisive battle is coming!

Under everyone's stunned gaze, the black dragon princess Onexia screamed and pounced on Varian on the ground. This puppet king, who was played with by her in the palm of her hand, was destined to be a loser in her eyes, and always will be a loser.

Onexia took a deep breath......

Intense flames spawned in her belly, and in a terrifying roar, black and red dragon breath rained down from the sky like a rain of flames, and the smell of flames mixed with sulfur swept through the Stormwind Guards on the ground, including Varian standing in the center of the guards. Urion ......

"Your Majesty!"

The soldiers let out a cry of terror.

However, a miraculous scene appeared at this time, King Varian, who was wrapped in flames, did not die, he disappeared out of thin air! Turning into a blue light, it shot straight into the sky, hitting Varian who was sitting on the back of a griffin overhead!

In an instant, the two sharp swords in his hand merged into one, and Lagash seemed to feel an extraterrestrial force fill his heart. At that moment, his heart was incomparably calm, and memories of the past quickly surfaced in front of his eyes. Prince Ureon went to the wandering Lordaeron Son of the Lost Country, and then to Stormwind to ascend the throne, and fought with Tiffin. Ariane unites, and finally to split personality. And now, the re-fusion of the two Varians has allowed him to reclaim all his memories-

"I, Varian. Wrynn, I'm the King of Stormwind! And you, Onexia, will be my defeated! ”

Varian roared and made a move that surprised and suffocated everyone.

He jumped off the griffin's back, raised the combined Elder Elf Excalibur Salameni, and flew straight towards the black dragon Onexia.

And almost as soon as Varian flew to slay the dragon, the warriors of the Seventh Legion of Stormwind fired the dragon spear. Four heavy spears the thickness of the trunk of an old tree flew at lightning speed towards the black dragon on the ground. Instantly pinned Onyxia to the ground.

Standing in the pile of corpses, Onexia noticed that something was wrong, and she turned her head to look at the sky, but in her pupils appeared the crazy king of Stormwind - Varian.

"Roaring ......"

Like a lion roaring, Varian flew down, and Sarameni burst into a dazzling white light, stabbing the black dragon's head with a sword!

Onexia let out a terrifying wail, a scream that resounded through the skies of Stormwind.

A primal force rampaged through the Black Dragon Princess's body, and Varian gripped his sword and slashed in again.

Onexia shook her head in despair, but she could no longer stand up. Until the temporary time, she didn't expect that such a powerful dragon clan would die at the hands of a mortal......

Time seemed to freeze, and people couldn't believe their eyes when they looked at Varian standing on the dragon's corpse, and the blood-boiling dragon slaying blow only happened in the gap between lightning and thunder.

"Varian!"

The crowd erupted in frenzied cheers.

Dressed in dragon blood, Varian jumped from the top of the dragon's head, and in this moment, he became a true human king, a dragon slayer.

……

The flames of Stormwind burned for three days and three nights before they were extinguished, and out of ten main districts, two were completely reduced to ashes, two were traumatized to varying degrees, and the other six were relatively intact. However, this is already a huge blow to the Stormwind Kingdom. This is a crisis much more serious than the rebellion of the Masons Union.

Thankfully, the wise Varian has finally returned. Standing on top of the charred ruins, he and his own people rebuild the kingdom and rebuild the city.

Every day, the wise king sat in his fortress, reviewing various official documents and drafts, and the reconstruction of the city once again required a large number of craftsmen, however, without a council of stonemasons, Varian had to recruit craftsmen from the people. He even borrowed a group of dwarven artisans from Magni to rebuild the city on top of the ruins.

At the same time, a large number of refugees need to be resettled, and many problems need to be solved urgently due to repeated invasions by foreign enemies in the western wilderness and twilight forests. The most important thing to solve the problem is money, but the funds stored in the treasury are not enough to deal with so many problems at the same time. To this end, Varian took Ares' advice and raised money from all walks of life, issued treasury bills, and even tried to issue lottery tickets...... various channels to ensure the resettlement of refugees and the reconstruction of the city.

Reginald's funeral was held on the hundredth day after the slaughter of the Black Dragon, and it is said that in that battle, the generalissimo had already been crushed to pieces, and even the corpse could not be pieced together.

"Ares, I have an idea."

After the funeral, Varian found Ares and returned to Stormstorm with them.

"Say it."

Ares replied.

"I'm going to hand over the Seventh Legion to you."

Varian paused and said. He had trust in his sights, but that wasn't Ares' original motive.

"Thank you for your trust, Varian, but I don't want to accept this position."

Ares also stopped, and returned calmly.

"Why?"

Varian looked surprised. Stormwind's Seventh Legion, the most elite unit in the Alliance, is made up of veterans of the Orc Wars. Whether it is a group battle or a single battle, it is the most outstanding existence in the alliance, and many people are proud to be the commander of the Seventh Legion, but Ares refuses.

"Varian, brother, although we haven't known each other for long, I've always treated you as a brother, but there is one thing you may not understand. That's why I'm doing so much for the Alliance, not for office, status, or wealth. I'm just for Lordaeron...... Holy Light Crusade, my men are still waiting for me in the north. I'm doing everything I can to help you, in fact, so that one day, the Alliance's armies can reach Lordaeron and join Lordaeron's crusaders against the Lich King's army of the undead. One day, I have to go back, and that day, it seems, is getting closer......"

Ares spoke, and Varian listened attentively, his brow furrowed, as if he understood the original motive of what the paladin was doing.