"Stop them!"

The captain of the guard shouted, however, they couldn't stop the menacing trio. With Lagash at its core, the Arena Iron Triangle unfolds a bloody slaughter.

Although Varian, who has regained his memory, is reluctant to kill his own soldiers, he has to do so in order to reclaim the throne and for the sake of more of the people of Stormwind.

Shadow Rippers and Shadow Marauders swung through the air, Stormstorm Fortress guards sliced to bones, their weapons unable to hit Varian's body, but Varian's sword struck at them, severing their arms and severing their torsos in two. At this moment, the pain of killing his own soldiers and the angry revenge mood stacked together, making Varian almost insane.

One of the Stormwind guards stabbed at him with a spear, and the red-eyed Varian grabbed the spear and slashed the guard's head with a swing of his greatsword. Blood splattered out, staining the cold floor of the fortress red.

Valera sprang through the crowd, reaching so fast that the guards had slashed her neck with a sword from the Blood Elf thief before the guards could even see her. The two Hidden Blades retract freely, combined with the use of the Shadow Dagger, make the Rogue an efficient killing machine. One of the Stormwind guards slashed at her with his sword, but before the sword could reach her, Valiera stabbed her through the arm. Then, in full view of everyone, Valeera drew her Hidden Blade and stabbed it into the gap between the guards' armor.

The only sound in the air was the sound of thieves killing rapidly, but she couldn't see her clearly, and she even jumped onto the wall, and with the help of the reaction force of the stone wall, pounced on the heavily armored Stormwind guards on the ground, and then rode on their heads, slitting their throats.

Broll. The bearskin turned into a giant bear and roared loudly, and the beast charged wildly, knocking and crushing the guards in its path. The huge bear paws slapped at them, and even the strongest soldiers could not stop them, and their armor was even smashed to pieces, and blood flowed from the deformed cuirass.

"Aim!"

The melee guards couldn't stop the Varian Arena trio, and the captain of the stronghold guard moved out the musketeers and crossbowmen. Under the protection of the shield wall, a onslaught began on the fortress intruders.

"Be careful!"

Valera shouted.

In an instant, Browl stood up and shielded Varian with his tall frame. Valeera, on the other hand, twisted her body and pulled a Stormwind soldier in front of her as a shield.

The next moment, the sound of bullets bursting out of the chamber sounded inside the fortress.

Broll. The bearskin used his body to fend off most of the bullets, which struck the bear's fat body, splattering with stars and blood. The soul connection with the giant bear made Browl feel the pain deeply, and he roared in pain. However, the thick flesh cushions the bullet and does not injure the internal organs.

Subsequently, the trio launched another counterattack.

Browl roared and rushed towards the musketeers. The entire Stormwind Fortress was filled with the wild roar of this beast, even with the protection of the shield wall in front of them, these Stormwind musketeers were still terrified, they saw the giant bear charging frantically, knocking the sword and shield infantry in front of them into the air, knocking them down, and even biting their necks, throwing them out, a bear paw slapped down, and the Stormwind guards lying under Brower were instantly slapped in the face, and his iron helmet could not play any protective role at all......

In the Noble Council, the nobles of Stormwind City in gorgeous costumes fled for their lives. They had never experienced a sea of swords and fire on weekdays, and they were already frightened in the face of such a scene......

A bloody massacre, as Reginald gave in the square - it was a catastrophe, a bloody catastrophe.

On the other side of the Trade Square, the angry people not only confronted the guards of Stormwind, but also smashed and destroyed many of the stalls. The enraged civilians poured out all their pent-up emotions on these shops that were doing good business on weekdays.

Once the mob goes crazy, it is also terrible. Or even an unstoppable force. At first, Varian was not in favor of this approach, but had no choice but to do so without support.

By the time Reginald and Ares arrived at Stormstorm, it was already in chaos. As Varian led his troops into the fortress, the dwarven snipers stormed the city to support their rightful king.

Varian roared and wielded the Shadow Rippers and Shadow Marauders, and the Stormwind guards couldn't stop them. As the three Stormwind guards rushed up, Varian stooped to dodge the attack, then swept away, slicing off the thighs of the two guards, spurting blood like a fountain, and facing the terrified soldiers, Varian stabbed the guard in the chest with both swords at the same time.

Then, Varian. Ureon let out a hearty roar, and in the midst of bloodthirsty killing, he turned back into Lagash. Ghost wolf, not just a king.

Soon, another Varian in the fortress rushed out.

"Attack! Stop them! ”

Varian inside the fortress shouted. Stormwind's elite guards, led by the King himself, charged towards the Ghost Wolf trio. The scene became more and more chaotic, real and fake Varian fought, the sound of weapons clashing everywhere, and the mob had already stormed the fortress, they picked up blood-stained iron swords and shields from the ground, and instantly transformed into militia fighters, fighting with the regular army guards.

"Overthrow them! Overthrow tyranny! ”

The crowd shouted slogans, and the crowd gathered more and more. Even many hooligans and ruffians joined in, and at all times there was no shortage of people who took advantage of the chaos to rob, and mobs ran rampant in the streets, robbing, beating, raping, and bleeding......

"Come, bandit, the puppet who took my throne."

Varian shouted, the Ancient Elven Sword hissed, the red-blue light shining on the sword, and he almost stabbed one by one, knocking down and slashing the Stormwind guards who rushed up one by one.

Soon, the two Varians were strangled together. On the scene, Lagash in leather armor. Varian was clearly more agile and powerful in his reach, while the other Varian was slightly inferior. They swung their swords and roared and collided together, then began to wrestle. The expressions on both men's faces were distorted, the muscles in their arms were trembling, and the muscles on them were pounding.

However, they were still easily recognizable, and the Varian with the scar on his face was Lagash, the Varian who had been trained as a gladiator by the orc shaman; And the one with shiny skin and a slightly fat body is the puppet Varian who sits on the throne of Stormwind. From the point of view of black dragon magic, both of them are real Varians, nothing more than Varians who have been split into personalities.