Wari Anxin, who returned to his residence, was a little irritable, on the one hand, he was a little moved, Tenaris was undoubtedly his enemy, he originally wanted to be patient and find a way to return to the country first, but now such a perfect opportunity appeared in front of him, so that his originally firm heart couldn't help but be a little shaken.

But he didn't trust that Godwin, what if he was favored by the Holy Light, the various forces of the alliance, which one of them did not keep shouting justice and glory, but once it came to interests, it was revealed.

If he did assassinate Tenaris, what if Godwin turned his face in the end, then the Stormwind Kingdom would really be doomed.

He hesitated and decided to go out for a walk first.

Call an attendant, "Take me to the refugee camp in the Stormwind Kingdom." ”

The refugee shelter is located between towns and cities north of Lordaeron.

A large number of tents stretched endlessly, stretching for more than ten miles, the Stormwind Kingdom lost a large number of people in the war, and countless civilians were slaughtered, but there were still a large number of civilians who hid in Stormwind City, and then evacuated to the territory of the various kingdoms of the alliance with the fleet, the Arathi Kingdom, the Alterac Kingdom, and the Dalaran Kingdom...... Of course, it is the Lordaeron Kingdom that receives the most refugees, with hundreds of thousands of refugees.

Walking through the refugee camp, Varian was in a heavy mood, the fleet could not remove much, and most of the civilians came here alone, with only their belongings.

Fortunately, King Tenaris did seem to have a good interest in these refugees, and sent a number of magistrates with large quantities of food and supplies to appease the civilians.

Seeing Varian walk in, people looked at him in surprise.

"It's His Highness Varian!"

"It's Prince Varian, the 'God of War'!" - That's right, Varian also has his own title, 'Storm God of War'.

"Oh my God, it's really Prince Varian."

"Gods, Prince, you have finally come to see us!"

People gathered one after another.

Varian no longer disguised his identity when he saw it.

He waved at the people, and they returned the salute.

Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "Your Majesty has died, Your Royal Highness the Prince, lead us to kill back!" ”

"Yes, Your Highness the Prince, let me join your army!"

"We want to avenge the king! Your Royal Highness, we are willing to follow you! ”

King Lane's popular hearts are still very strong, especially the ending of him personally defending the city and finally fighting to the death, which casts a layer of tragic hero color on his voice.

And for Varian, the people of the Stormwind Kingdom are also new.

Varian's blood boiled as he listened to the cries around him, and he climbed onto a high platform and shouted loudly.

Varian (Prince of the Stormwind): "Sons of the Stormwind Kingdom, I, Varian, swear that I will lead you back to Stormwind City, banish those evil and filthy orcs from our land, and let the Stormwind Kingdom rise again!"

My father may be gone, but his spirit will always be with us! When the war starts again, I will surely set foot on the battlefield again, and when that day comes, I welcome each and every one of you to fight alongside me. ”

The cheers shook the sky, and the Fumin officials saw that they had changed color and prepared to go back to make a small report.

When the cheers finally subsided, Varian waved goodbye to his people.

On the way back to Lordaeron, Wari felt a little heavy in his peace of mind, he knew that doing so would arouse Tenaris's suspicions, but at this moment, he had to.

Soon he was back in Lordaeron, but he was not in a hurry to return to the palace, but walked towards the Adventurer's Guild.

Now he has less than a thousand soldiers in his hands, whether it is to restore the country or form an army, it is necessary to recruit some adventurers.

However, when he came to the door of the Adventurer's Guild, he saw a familiar figure, a balding middle-aged mage, and that person was none other than Kel'thugad.

Varian (Prince of the Storm): "Master Kel'thugad? Why are you here? ”

Kel'thugad (Archmage): "Ah, it's His Highness Varian, it's a masterpiece of fate to meet you here, and I'm sorry for what happened to King Lane, he's a real king......

Varian nodded, a little numb to everyone's comfort.

"Why are you here, as an envoy of Dalaran?"

Kel'thugad's expression was a little embarrassed, "Actually, I'm no longer a member of Dalaran's Council, to be exact, I've been expelled from Dalaran. ”

Varian was a little surprised, "What? What's going on? ”

Kel'thugad couldn't help but show an angry expression, "Just because of a proposal, I propose to train a large number of psychics, using spiritism to summon an army of the undead against the orcs, you must know that the war between the alliance and the horde is bound to bring a large number of casualties, and these corpses are potential armies, if used properly, they can even summon hundreds of thousands of huge troops, which will definitely be of great help to the war."

The Alliance's armies are already small in number and tribes, and the kingdoms are not united, so how can we win if we can't increase our strength as much as possible, but the guys in the Dalaran Council have no idea what kind of enemy we are facing.

Open and close your mouth is 'the dignity of the dead', 'the honor of the mage', hum, what a bunch of fools, only the victor has dignity and honor to speak of. ”

Varian listened to the complex in his heart, if he changed the past, he would not be able to accept this kind of thing, defiling the body of the deceased, this is definitely a matter of honor, even if he dies, he will not be able to do such a thing.

However, having experienced the brutal Battle of Stormwind firsthand, he knew that Kel'thugad was right, that only the victors were qualified to talk about dignity and honor.

Once defeated, everything is over.

But he didn't say anything, just nodded approvingly.

"And where is Master Kel'thugad going?"

"I'm leaving Lordaeron, the council doesn't allow me to use spiritism, so there's no point in me staying, I'm going to the continent of Northrend in the north to find the legendary artifact of death." Kel'thugad's eyes flashed with excitement and yearning.

"Death artifact? What's that, exactly? You said that it could change the outcome of a war, but is it really that powerful? ”

Kel'thugad nodded solemnly: "That's right, if it is real, there must be such a powerful force, the Explorers Guild has a lot of news from the north, some kind of mutation is taking place on the ancient continent of Northrend, the dead Viku people have crawled out of the grave, the undead are raging on the frozen earth, and a powerful force is awakening."

I'm not sure exactly what it is, but it's undoubtedly related to the Death Artifact.

Legend has it that in the distant ages of unwritten history, before humans appeared, the ancestors of mankind, the Viku people, lived in the north on the continent of Northrend, worshiped the power of dragons, allied with them, and established a powerful empire of the ancient Viku people.

However, a terrible catastrophe destroyed the empire overnight, leaving only a few remote tribes to survive, and after years of research, I finally found part of the truth about that disaster.

It is said that the ancient Viku were so powerful that they established an empire that ruled most of Northrend, and the Viku Emperor was so arrogant that he wanted to wage war against the gods and seize their power.

The tyrant summoned a large group of psychics and performed an ancient ritual to summon a god from the Otherworld, the Grim Reaper from the underworld.

He wants to defeat death by defeating the Grim Reaper, and thus seize the power of the Grim Reaper.

He led the most powerful Viku warriors in an attack on the summoned Grim Reaper, the most powerful of the Viku warriors, who fought valiantly, and were said to have the upper hand for a time, but the power of the gods was so easy to oppose.

When the Grim Reaper was killed, the Grim Reaper unleashed a destructive force that nearly razed the capital of the Viku Empire to the ground. ”

"Kill—Death! Are you saying that the Grim Reaper was really killed? "Varian was a little incredulous, such a thing as God Butcher was a bit of a fantasy for him.

It's possible if it's a demigod, but can a true god be killed?

Kel'thugad shook his head, "That's not certain, there are always various versions of ancient legends, and in the process of circulation, people have added fuel to the fire, maybe the Viku people summoned not the god of death at all, but just a powerful creature of the shadow realm, or maybe they didn't kill the god, just arrogant claims."

Of course, there is also a possibility that they really killed the god of death, but since they are the god of death, then they must control the authority of death, so maybe death is nothing to the god of death at all.

In short, the ritual ended with the fall of the Viku Empire.

However, the Grim Reaper was indeed banished from the world, leaving behind three death artifacts.

The Crown of Domination - It is said to seal the knowledge of the Grim Reaper to wield the power of death, and the mysteries of countless necromantic magic.

Frostmourn - A magic sword that seals and controls the souls of those who are killed, and can summon an army of the dead in possession of this sword.

The third one is a mystery, no one knows what it is, but it is said that it is the biggest secret of the Grim Reaper. As long as you master it, you can control death.

(End of chapter)