Sylvanas and Bridget rode Onyxia together, while Thrall, Gianna, and ten royal terror guards rode the griffons they had come, and just like that, we flew eastward toward Theramore. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was late in the evening to infiltrate Onexia's lair, and it was not until after the wee hours of the morning that Onexia actually fought it, so after a fierce battle, by the time we took to the sky, the sun had already risen.

Facing the morning sun and blowing the sea breeze, we are in high spirits.

"Sunwind, did you think the Alliance fleet would rescue King Varian Ureon?" Bridget said.

I looked down and said speechlessly, "You'll have to ask Onexia, after all, she kidnapped Varian and imprisoned him on Okaz Island. ”

"Well, that's right, it's all Sister Onexia's doing!" Bridget exclaimed, and then asked Onexia, "Sister Onexia, what do you say?" ”

Onexia flapped her wings and flew towards a stream of air in the air, saying, "It should be possible, after all, the force I deployed on Okaz Island is not strong, and with the strength of Bervar, Marin, and Benedictas, it is still very easy to rescue Varian from the hands of a group of Naga sea snakes." ”

"Oh? Don't tell me you don't have any back-up! "I remember Varian being split by Onexia into two people with different personalities.

Onexia sighed and said regretfully: "There is indeed a backhand, but it was disrupted by you, in fact, I was going to go to Okaz Island in the past few days." ”

Although Onexia didn't say what her backhand was, I knew what it was, well, whatever it was, in short, Varian is now a complete Varian, although the complete Varian is vital to the strength of the Alliance, but the complete Varian is also a positive Varian, and he has the same dedication as Thrall to the peace between the Alliance and the Horde.

"What's the back hand?" Bridget asked curiously.

Sylvanas tapped Bridget on the head and feigned annoyance, "Why are you asking so much?" ”

Bridget stuck out her tongue and stopped talking, and Sylvanas and Onyxia and I were silent.

Towards noon, we could already faintly see the outline of the majestic city standing by the sea, and my heart fluttered as Theramore was about to arrive.

I don't know if Bervar and others rescued Varian, in other words, although I am in a hostile state with Varian, but my admiration for Varian is still endless, in history, Varian was divided into two by Onexia, the gentle and elegant Varian returned to Stormwind City, the decisive and brave Varian was rescued by the orcs, and then was sent to the Hammer of Doom Arena to win the crown.

Then, Varian, known as Lagash, escaped from the orcs and stumbled all the way back to Stormwind, although there was friction with the gentle and elegant Varian, but the two joined hands to enter Onexia's lair for their common son Anduin, and after a fierce battle, the two finally became one, and the reunited Varian delivered a fatal blow to Oneness, ending Onexia's rule over Stormwind.

After that, he went on an expedition to Northrend, united with the werewolves, was assassinated in Stormwind and reborn at the prayer of his son Anduin, fought against Orgrimmar, and then fell to the fall of the lion and completely reduced to a pile of loess.

It can be said that Varian's life is a legendary life, and it is also a life of dedication to his son and his people, and I can't help but feel reverence.

Well, this is just history, in reality, the true face of Onexia was not exposed by Marshal Reginald Windsol, Varian was not split in two, and Onexia's death had nothing to do with Varian.

In this way, is Varian still the same Varian in history? I'm not sure, but I think in Varian's life, he should still be the wise Varian.

"Look, isn't it the Alliance's fleet parked in the harbor?" Just as I was reminiscing about Varian's life, Bridget suddenly said.

I fixed my eyes and saw that we were now in the sky above Seramo, and when I looked down, the scene of the port of Seramo was vivid, and it couldn't be clearer than clear.

I saw three huge warships with the insignia of Stormwind City docked at one of the docks in the harbor, and many people came down from the ships, including Bervar Fotagen, and on the docks, a group of officials in Theramore seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

It's just that as Onexia flew over Theramore, Theramore also raised the air defense siren, and bursts of shrill and compact sirens sounded over the entire Theramore.

At the same time, a dozen griffons rose in several places in Theramore. Obviously, the arrival of an adult black dragon is also very terrifying for Theramore.

"It's me, Gianna Proudmoore, the black dragon is our captive, the alarm is lifted!" At that moment, Gianna's voice was heard by magic throughout Theramore.

After seeing Gianna's figure, the griffon knight drove the griffon to the ground, and the sirens in all directions were also lowered, and at the same time, almost the entire city was looking up to the sky, looking up to Gianna, looking up at the black dragon who had been captured by their king.

Roar!

Named a prisoner by Gianna, Onexia looked very dissatisfied, glared at Gianna fiercely, and then began to roar until all the cattle in Theramore were frightened, all the people were terrified, and all the generals and soldiers were like they were behind the enemy.

Glancing defiantly at Gianna, Onexia landed on the docks under Sylvanas' command.

Turning back into human form and following Sylvanas with me, Onexia glared at Gianna again before stopping, and Gianna and Sal walked up to Sylvanas.

Fifty meters away, there were three warships of the alliance, and there were no less than a hundred living people standing on the dock, and when they saw Gianna returning, everyone automatically gave way to a passage.

Suddenly, a group of people who disembarked from the warship appeared in front of our eyes.

The leader of the alliance is a tough man I have never seen before, about 1.8 meters tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, his face like a knife, wearing a silver-white marshal armor, a black cloak on his back, and a marshal's sword hanging from his waist, the whole person looks extraordinary, mighty and handsome.

Behind him, to the left and right, were Berval Vortagan and Benedictas, while Marin was in the third row.

With such a position and such majesty, although this man did not have a scar on his face, I could tell at a glance that it must be King Varian Ureon. (To be continued.) )