Fat abomination and ugly ghouls roar through the poisonous mist, slaughtering all Union soldiers and tribal warriors they caught.

The iron hook of Abomination hooked the retreating Alliance soldiers, and then, under the effect of the terrifying pulling force, the Alliance soldiers were pulled in front of the Abomination, and the huge undead creature opened its bloody mouth and bit the soldier's body into several pieces with one mouth. Bloodflower shot out, staining the flesh of the hated white flower a dark red.

The ghouls ran bloodthirsty, throwing the slower dwarves to the ground and biting them one by one.

Even more terrifying, however, is the Death Knight. Not every Death Knight has the ability to break free from the Lich King's control, in fact, most Death Knights are under the control of the Lich King, with the exception of the strong-willed Darien and his Knights of the Black Blade. These undead knights galloped across the battlefield on the Arutches Death Horse, stabbing their icy runic swords at Alliance and Horde warriors.

Including the Seventh Legion, they were in such a dangerous situation.

As he galloped his horse, Varian turned his head and looked at the devastated and bloodied battlefield with tears in his eyes, veterans who had fought with him for many years, the best warriors in the Alliance. There is no one to replace them in the Union.

Finally, Varian couldn't stand it anymore. As a king, he could not watch his soldiers being slaughtered, and as the commander of the Alliance, he could not leave his warriors alone.

The Lion of Stormwind roared, drew his sword and turned, he was going to face the most terrifying tide of the undead, save his warriors from the plague, or at least, cover their retreat.

He kissed Sarameni, "Good fellows, let's charge again, for the Union!" ”

Varian growled. Then the legs were clamped, and the war horse neighed and galloped.

Is it suicide or salvation? No one can give a definite answer. It's just that, at this moment, Varian. Wryon decided that he was going to do it. He has the blood of his fathers in his veins, which is the love and loyalty to the people. Without this, the kingdom would have decayed, and the glory of the family would have dimmed.

Faced with the poisonous fog in the sky, Varian thought of the worst-case scenario. Still, he rushed forward.

For the sake of the alliance, it is enough to die.

Priests, paladins, and the King's Guard rushed after him. In the poisonous fog in the sky, the barrier of holy light seemed so small and insignificant. Yet, it saves those who are in despair.

An Alliance warrior clutching his throat breathed again, and he reached out to meet the rescuer, but he didn't expect that when he stood up again, the person in front of him turned out to be King Varian.

"My King......"

The soldier was agitated, he was a little incoherent, and was about to persuade his king to leave this dangerous place, when Varian and his guards had disappeared into the mist. The faint light sustained them to save more people.

Salamene roared and slashed at the ghouls, black pus and blood shooting in all directions, and Varian energetically jumped on an abomination head, sword in both hands, and screamed as he pierced the abomination head.

Thick blood stained his boots red.

Treading on rotten flesh, Varian continued to fight, he was like a lion, strong and powerful. However, the people behind him were a little overwhelmed. Priests and paladins can't cast spells for a long time, and the light is dimming little by little.

Varian took a deep breath, only to find that the air he had inhaled already had a hint of impurity. The priests behind them were no longer dead, gasping for air, sweat soaking through their robes and dripping down their foreheads.

"Brothers, hold on a little longer, and we'll be able to rescue the entire legion!"

Varian swung his sword and puffed up.

However, the priests and knights in front of them only nodded slightly. They knew the importance of the Seventh Legion to the Alliance, and to lose it would be to lose the mainstay of the Alliance.

"For the Alliance!"

Finally, Varian roared, and he couldn't wait for the priests to rest, so he rolled over his horse again and rushed into battle. Save more Alliance soldiers from the battlefield.

One, two, three......

He tirelessly slashed the undead along the way, rescuing desperate warriors again and again.

However, the toxic gases in the lungs also accumulate. Even though Varian has an extraordinary physique, he is still mortal after all...... It's flesh and blood......

Finally, after stabbing the greatsword into a zombie, he felt a sharp dizziness.

The paladin pressed his shoulders behind him, trying to inject the light into the Stormwind King's body. However, the accumulation of poison gas has rendered the Light of little use. It only gave Varian some strength temporarily.

"My king, most of the people of the Seventh Legion have escaped......"

The loyal knight said to Varian.

They were like heroes, or real heroes, lying around them with the corpses of the Scourge soldiers, and they were still alive. Thanks to Varian's efforts, two thousand Stormwind warriors were saved. Their king, however, was surrounded by enemies.

Pairs of ghostly eyes stared at them.

It was the Scourge roaring in the poisonous mist. They screamed and pounced on the weak Stormwind King's Guard.

"You don't want to kill me!"

Faced with the menacing undead, Varian drew his sword and roared. Salamoni was split in two, blazing fire and icy blue light bursting from both swords at the same time.

Varian slaughtered the undead in a rage, the battle cries continued, and the sword storm staggered with fire and ice, forming a brilliant death light. The undead soldiers fell at the feet of the great king like wheat from the autumn harvest.

However, there are still too many of them. Surrounded Varian and his loyal guards in the middle.

A ghoul lunged on Varian's back and bit him on the shoulder. Varian angrily grabbed the ghoul by the back ankle and brutally threw it to the ground, shattering his skull. However, another ghoul bit him on the calf, and the Scourge soldier held a rusty iron sword and stabbed him under the ribs.

Covered in blood, he continued to fight, severing the zombie's arm in a rage, knocking it to the ground with the hilt of his sword. The other hand gripped the weapon and impaled the ghoul who had been biting his calf.

However, the gas was flinching, and a terrible feeling of vertigo hit him again, and he was almost unsteady on his feet. With one hand on the hilt of his sword, Varian barely stood.

He felt like the blood was almost clotting.

Finally, the tired king opened his eyes again, and he saw that the sky above him was shrouded in poisonous fog and pierced by a brilliant golden light, Ares led a dozen horsemen from the sky, and the griffin swooped down to the ground with a scream, and with a powerful impact, it instantly broke away the hundreds of undead beside Varian......

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