"Pray to your soul. The king said flatly.

"I will. Somebody has to guide you to your death, human ......"

Garrosh roared and shoved with all his might. Varian was knocked out of the crowd behind him. The Great Chief unleashed a ferocious arc, a bloody wail that dispersed the nearby crowd once more.

Varian interrupted the wail with Salamani, first holding the tomahawk and then flicking his wrist to the side of the orc's weapon.

Garrosh slammed his fist into the human's shoulder. Varian gritted his teeth, feeling like his bones were about to fall apart. To stop his opponent's attack, he placed his sword between his shoulder and his heavy fist.

The Great Chief swung his axe and slashed at his other side of the defensive empty shoulder.

Varian switched Salameni to his other hand, leaning over the blade of his sword to meet Bloodroar. Even though he didn't let Bloodroar split his shoulder, the tomahawk still scratched his upper arm. The king snorted bitterly as he changed his posture.

But Saramaine soon avenged him. Varian had long since learned to wield a longsword with either hand, though there would always be one that was more habitual. Garrosh didn't realize in time that his human opponent was still comfortable with Salameni at the moment. The tip of the sword drew a line of blood on the Great Chief's chest, not far from his throat.

Suddenly, another tomahawk joined the fray. A Kukaron guard approached the two men, wanting to continue their duty to protect Garrosh. The guard lunged at Varian, his sudden appearance leaving the king in a difficult position.

Another Kukaron guard rushed towards Varian from the opposite direction. Their tomahawks weren't roaring blood, but they had drunk blood in their trained hands. The Kukaron Guardian wielded his battle axe and forced Varian backwards.

Garrosh yelled angrily at his guards, but his voice was drowned out by the noise of the battlefield. Both Kukarons looked at Varian with a malicious desire: if they killed him. Not only are they loyal to the Great Chief. It will also win praise for itself.

The Lord of Stormwind watched their reactions. Their actions were anticipated. He let one of the guards act first. When the Kukaron Guardian thought he could deliver the fatal blow, Varian threw Salameni like a javelin.

This unconventional move left the former guard defenseless. The force of Varian's throw sent the sword deep into the enemy's body.

Before the second Kukaron Guardian could realize, Varian had already snatched the battle axe from the dying guard's hand and slashed at the other enemy's leg with all his might.

The tomahawk cut off his thigh. The orc screamed and fell to the side.

Varian pulled out Salameni and stabbed the wounded Kukaron Guard to death with a single sword.

But Garrosh did not continue to attack after the two guards. At this moment, the orc is slashing the blood roar at a nightblade leopard that has lost its rider. The tomahawk hit the head, but the big cat didn't die immediately, trying to tear the orc to shreds with its sharp claws one last time. But Garrosh dodged the big cat's claws with agility disproportionate to his burly frame, and stepped forward to slash the bloody roar into the nightblade leopard's head again.

The High Chief pointed his blood-dripping battle axe at Varian. The two were silent. The showdown resumes. Those who dared to stand in their way were all splattered with blood, but humans and orcs didn't care about anything but each other.

The trumpet sounded. This is the clarion call of the Union. They had the upper hand, but Garrosh didn't notice. He only noticed that his breathing began to rapid. He thought he had killed Varian Wryon by this point, and held up the decapitated human so that all the helpless Alliance soldiers could see it. To do this, he expended his energy faster than usual.

But this human had come from far and wide, the orc reminded himself angrily. He should have been exhausted! He should have been so tired that he couldn't even pick up his sword......

But Varian looked as energetic as they did when they first met. The human's eyes had a determined look.

Garrosh realizes that he has greatly underestimated this human. The king had the fury of an orc, and the defenders seemed to have gained the same power through him.

It was only then that the Great Chief realized that the stories he had heard about Varian Ureon were true. Racashh did favor this human being...... Why not? They're the same kind. This man has the heart of a great and determined hunter, the heart of a great and determined warrior.

Wolf ...... Heart.

What a fool I am!, the Great Chief realized at this moment. I should have planned a bigger, more brutal blow! The Alliance may even retake the eastern part of Ashenvale!

Varian didn't care what was going on in his enemy's mind, and he began to continue his attacks. He saw Garrosh begin to retreat. And realize that the orcs are not doing this out of some insidious plan. The advantage has shifted to Varian's side.

Varian swung his sword. Garrosh knew he could parry the attack, but his tired arm was a beat slower than usual.

Sarameni slashed into his upper arm, cutting tight muscles.

Garrosh's entire arm trembled. The Great Chief let go of his hand for a moment, and the bloody roar slipped from between his twitching fingers and fell to the ground.

Varian stepped back to attack again, when a deafening roar silenced the two warriors. Varian and Garrosh looked up and saw a mammoth rushing towards them. It was crawling with werewolves, desperate to get rid of their ferocious attacks. The werewolves fully grasped Varian's tactics and carried them forward. When the beast rushed to the two of them, it was crippled on both of its front legs, and it fell to the ground.

Varian stepped back. At the risk of dying or crippling, Garrosh reached out his uninjured hand to grab the Bloodroar. As the Mammoth's shadow rushed at him, Garrosh leaped forward.

The battered monster fell to one side, but the werewolves had already crawled to safety, and now returned to continue tearing it to shreds with cold callousness. The behemoth's hind legs kicked desperately, forcing Varian back further.

Garrosh got up. He searched for the human, but the struggling mammoth blocked his view.

Fury restored his strength. The Great Chief rushed to the back of the beast. He will find Varian Ureon again. This time there will be a decisive --

"Great Chief!" Another Kukaron guard came to him. Garrosh wanted to push the idiot aside. But suddenly more hands grabbed him.

"Beware!" Another guard shouted. Two more men stepped forward to protect their leader. And in the mammoth, several werewolves became interested in these new targets. "Take the Great Chief away!"

Some of Garrosh's guards stepped forward to meet the werewolf, and he roared furiously, "Let go of me, you goddamn fools! I must find him! I will kill him...... Get that sword!"

"We are defeated!" The first Kukaron Guardian said boldly. "We must get you out of here before the rout!"

Garrosh backhanded a backhand slap to the speaker. Blood dripped from the corners of the guard's mouth, and the Great Chief roared, "If any coward dares to tell such a lie again, I will cut off his head without glory!"

"It's not a lie!" The other said loudly. A few others nodded in agreement. "There's only one mammoth left. Our front is also gone. Our southern side is already surrounded by the enemy. Look up. If I lie. You're going to cut off my head!"

"And mine!" The first guard said, and the others chimed in.

These words are not just casual words, and there is a good chance that Garrosh will actually cut off their heads. The Great Chief frowned, then made his best efforts to inspect the battlefield.

He could see at once that they were all right. The sentry's flag is approaching. The flags of his own army were rare, and the few that were few were mostly far east. The rest is undoubtedly being trampled under the feet of the enemy.

"No, I'm going to find every enemy on the battlefield!" I can't lose......" He tried to look for Varian again, but was dragged to safety by his own guards.

"We'll win the Grey Valley too," the leading Kukaron guard assured Garrosh as the soldiers struggled to drag Garrosh off the battlefield.

"The Great Chief himself said that a battle is not equal to a war!" Another reminded. "We'll take Ashenvale! We swear, Great Chief......"

Garrosh struggled inwardly to accept their words. They are repeating what they have always declared to them. However. Reality is always bitter...... Especially after the unfinished duel with Varian Wrynn.

He shook off the frightened guards around him, but it was reassuring. The Great Chief walked towards his mount as they wished. Behind them, the battle continues, although it is clear that the coalition is continuing to regain lost ground.

"Blow the trumpet," Garrosh ordered. "The whole army retreated. ”

A relieved guard signaled to the trumpeter, who did as he was told. As the abominable voice echoed in his heart, Garrosh jumped on his mount. He waved the blood roar again, listening to its wailing, then hung it back on the stand on his back. Just before Garrosh could drive his mount, he turned his head to look at the place where the tribal leader had been forced to abandon his little hope.

"It's just a battle," the High Chief finally agreed. "It's just a battle. The Valley of the Ashes is our destiny ......" Garrosh once again looked to the kingdom he would build, and he once again believed that it would be a dream come true.

He led them to turn and leave, and his mind was already beginning to calculate. It's not over yet...... As long as he hasn't won yet......

As long as Varian Ureon is not dead.

Varian watched the riders disappear into the distance, knowing he could have gone after them, but decided not to. Jean Greymane found him next to the massive body of the mammoth, the monster that had previously separated the human from the orc. The werewolf leader's fur was soaked in blood, and it was the same for each of his people.

"You let them go......" King Gilneth whispered. "I see you go around and watch as the orcs grab their high chief and pull him away. He fought hard against them, and we could have easily caught them up. And then it's all over. ”

Varian continued to look into the distance, even though he couldn't see Garrosh anymore. He replied with a shake of his head. "Will it? Not now. No...... Sometimes you have to let your prey run for a while. And then...... And then when the time comes, you'll know. ”

Jean flattened his ears, trying to understand what Varian was saying. But soon he didn't have to bother to think about it, for suddenly the High Priestess and General Santis came with a squad of sentinels.

"Varian, Urian," Tyrande greeted him with a smile. Elune finally performed her miracle. ”

"'Her miracles'?" Jean held his head high. "No, my lady, Elune may have played a role in this—and Goldlin certainly did too—but they would undoubtedly give the highest credit to someone else!" He stretched out his paw and pointed at Varian. "A warrior with a balanced heart, a leader who can work with his subordinates!" The werewolf leader turned to the others. "Varian, Ureon!"

When the werewolf leader called out the name, the other Gilneys began to echo it. At first they just whispered the name, but as the crowd became enthusiastic, their voices grew louder. "Varian Urian!"

Once again, the Sentinels and the warriors of the other Alliances gladly responded, having previously adopted the name as a slogan on the battlefield. Varian Ureon didn't like the cheers, but he understood that the people cheering for him needed to vent them. Varian could only pray that the call would end sooner rather than later.

If he wanted the help of a high priestess, he was in the wrong place. Tyrande said with a smile and a nod at Jean. "You're so right. Then, she bowed her head to Varian, who was not at ease, and raised her hand in a loud voice, "Salute you, King Varian......! Maybe it's also the savior of all Azeroth......" (to be continued......