I didn't think he would die in battle.

It's true.

I didn't think he'd die in the dragon's flames. As the flames surged towards the two men, piercing through them, enveloping them, I heard the screams of the women.

Browl gave up the spell and looked at Varian in exclamation. He grabbed the staff in one hand and swung it at Varian with the other. I saw a flash of green light in his hand, and a green light in the flames only flashed for a moment before it was covered by the flames again.

I couldn't see anything in the blazing flames, and I couldn't tell what it was like at this moment, anger, regret, or heartache.

I turned my head and fired several shots at the dragon's head, and when I ran out of bullets, I pulled out the remaining two guns and aimed them in the eye and pulled the trigger. The dragon's eyelids were not enough to protect its eyes, and blood splattered, but I was completely disgusted when I finished firing the bullet in the gun, and I pulled out the dagger at my waist and pounced.

His eye sockets were big enough that my dagger plunged straight into it, and I was almost thrown out of its head as soon as it shook its head, and it was with this force that it didn't dare to move.

I jerked out my dagger, and when I was about to strike it in the eye again, it pushed me out. I rolled twice on the ground and got up, but when I got up, I saw a golden ball of light shining brightly in the flames!

A vague figure appeared in the golden light.

With a roar of rage from a man, the figure leaped out of the flames. The clothes on his upper body feel a little familiar to me, and the man wearing this dress is not exactly Rag or something!

He's not dead!

What Lagash was holding in his hand at this time was not his weapon, but another giant sword, a palm-wide sword body, more than a meter long, and a special white light shining on the sword body.

I was stunned the moment he jumped out of the flames, it was really ...... Unbelievable!

He strode towards the dragon, which was pinned to the ground, and the dragon's eyes had been blinded by me, and Lagash leaped high and stabbed his sword into the dragon's eyebrows.

What does that feel like? It's as easy as a dagger into a burnt cheesecake. And this sword pierced into it much more effective than my gun, and the dragon didn't move on the spot!

He drew his sword, and blood spurted out of the wound and squirted directly at Lagash, and the man didn't seem to be relieved, and thrust it into the dragon's head with all his might.

I looked at the man in amazement, and then looked over to the place where he and Varian had been sprayed, the flames were still burning, but there was nothing in the flames, Varian was gone! Now there was only one Lagash with a scar on his face and a strange suit of armor.

He gasped for breath and turned to look at me as he drew his sword. His eyes startled me when I looked at each other, this wasn't Lagash!

"Are you alright?" His face was so familiar and yet so unfamiliar.

He suddenly jerked back to the side, "Anduin! He called out the name.

"Father!" A boy's voice came from afar, faint but clear! That's right! Faint, but so audible!

Lagash left the dragon and I ran to his son.

Gianna followed Anduin closely, and Lagash hugged Anduin and picked him up, and father and son were finally reunited.

I looked at the father and son who were hugging each other tightly and then looked at Gianna next to them, and the woman's face was excited. Brower looked at the two men with his cane, and Valeera ran straight up. Ragash reached out and stroked Valeera's face, and at this point he had a smile on his face that I had never seen before, it was not Lagash's expression, nor Varian's softness, but a hard-core smile with the smell of metal and blood on display by an iron-blooded man.

I don't know when those living little black dragons are gone, and all that remains is the mess of this place.

Kicking the motionless Black Dragon, I walked past where they had been sprayed and walked over to Broll, "Varian vanished. I said.

Brower then looked at the pile of flames that were about to be extinguished, and a surprised expression appeared on his face, "Can it still be like this?" ”

"How?"

Varian followed...... Ragash became one. Broll couldn't help but smile when he finished speaking.

"Is that okay?" I looked at Lagash.

Everyone is celebrating, the son has found his father, the father has found his son, the king has defeated evil, and the soldier has gained glory.

"When I was sprayed by Long Yan just now, you saved me." I tilted my head to look at Brower.

"It's a gesture." He smiled.

I laughed too, but I didn't say anything more, I just said that I would not thank you for his kindness, and I wrote down his kindness.

"That's not Lagash." Anweimar leaned over and said.

"He's not Lagash, and certainly not the Varian." Brower said and walked up. "He's a real king."

The job of cleaning up the battlefield was not easy, those who died were recorded, a large part of those who were lucky enough to survive were burned or seriously injured, and all of them were more or less hung up. The goblin's airship was the first to transport the men to Theramore for rescue, while Varian cut off the dragon's head with his own hands. In his words, he was going to decorate the gates of Stormwind with this dragon's head.

When he returned to Theramore, everyone was cheering for Varian, not only the return of the king, but also the huge dragon head symbolizing a kind of strength and a kind of hope. The wounded soldiers are to be brought back, the bodies of the heroes are to be brought back for burial, and the huge head on the head ship is a symbol of great glory, and the day it is allowed to return to Stormwind will also be the day when the Stormwind Kingdom will be reborn and fully glorified.

Varian didn't have much of a smile on his face, only when his son Anduin took his hand and spoke to him, his face showed a little kindness and tenderness.

Brower was leaving, and he said that he had dreamed of something bad, and in the dream one of their leaders, the Great Druid Vandal. The Deerhelm was calling to him. When he said this, Valilla and I sat next to him, and Valilla said that he had a nightmare, and he couldn't wake him up in the morning, and he kept muttering to himself, so he used a glass of cold water left over from last night's drink in order to wake him up in his sleep, and Broll woke up not unhappy but worried.

I also wondered if it was the after-effects of overwork or the overuse of mana a few days ago, he shook his head and said no, he said that druids generally don't dream easily, every dream is not just a dream, some are revelations, some are prophecies, and some are exchanges between them.

I asked him if he had ever communicated with people in his dreams before, and he said no, but he felt that he would rather believe it than not, so he decided to go back to his hometown of Tedashir to have a look.

Immediately after Broll suggested the idea, Valilla said that she would go with Broll, but Broll gave Valilla a regretful look and shook her head. Valeera was furious and immediately drooped her face.

"I would love to take you with me," said Brohl, "but I can't, and I can't put you in danger if my hometown is in real trouble." ”

"But I'm not afraid!" Valera was also adamant.

Brower still shook his head, "I hope you're safe, little girl." ”

"I'm an adult!" She retorted.

"Huh!" Broll's beard made him look hundreds of years old, but this kind of guy is probably young when he is a few hundred years old.

"What are you laughing at, I can take responsibility for my decisions." Varian was clearly unconvinced.

"I'll go to Stormwind to find you when I'm done with this...... You guys, and I guess it will be soon. Broll said.

"Why don't you take me to see it?" Valilla began to play with the little girl's temper.

"You High Elves weren't like us 10,000 years ago." Brower said.

"So what, at least we're all elves now." Valera said, "I'd rather be with you than humans. ”

I pursed my lips when I heard this, this scene made Brower see it, and he smiled and said, "Varian also needs you, his youngest son needs a strong bodyguard and teacher, you are the best candidate." ”

Valiera pouted, her face displeased.

"What are your plans?" Brower looked at me.

"There's no plan." I say. "I might go back to Thunder Bluff."

"Thunder Cliff?" Valera exclaimed, "What are you going to do there, that's the territory of the Minotaurs." ”

"I know, I have friends there." I say.

"Aren't you going back to Stormwind with Varian?" Broll asked.

"No, I guess he doesn't want me to go back with him." I snorted.

"There seems to be a deep contradiction between the two of you." He said.

"Yes."

"You're not called Bill, are you?" Valera looked at me.

I squinted at her, "You have a good memory." ”

"That she-dragon said Edwin, right, your brother?" Valera looked at me curiously, "Is he also a stonemason?" ”

I frowned, "Are you always so curious?" ”

"I'm just asking." Valera tilted her head to look at me.

"You'd better talk less in the future." I said, "I used to talk a lot. ”

"You don't talk a lot now."

"Much less." I snorted. "It's easy to offend people if you talk too much, whether you believe it or not."

Brower said goodbye to us the next morning, and took the form of a giant eagle to say our final goodbyes. Valilla hugged Browl and cried so reluctantly that she would have had to grind for a while if I hadn't pulled her away. Brower is a good partner, an absolute good partner, watching him spread his wings and soar farther and farther in the sky, I suddenly envy him in my heart.

Varian wanted to leave immediately, but Gianna persuaded him to let him wait two days, the last time she advocated a meeting was to allow the Alliance and the Horde to live in peace, a lot of things happened some time ago, the Northern Necromantic Scourge used the plague to contaminate a large area of land, and now there is still a lot of land in the hands of the Undead Scourge. The Forsaken are now very quiet, but the war is never over, and they have been active in the Kingdom of Stormgard, and in the Hillsbrad region, the northern part of the Kingdom of Gilneth is becoming more and more active.

The orcs intervened in the war, but the orcs tried to avoid direct conflict with the humans, and they faced more dwarves, which were repeatedly fought over in the Alterac region.

Regarding the orc's involvement in the war, Gianna said that she had protested to the tribal chief Thrall, but the answer given by Thrall's side was that the alliance was not sincere enough, and the humans did not intend to let them go, and the garrison and fortress in Durontal made the orcs have no sense of security, although they orcs are not willing to hurt the innocent, but out of self-preservation, the orcs have no choice but to set up a stronghold in the Eastern Kingdom to protect their security rights and interests.

I don't know who came up with this reason, but a pure orc would never come up with such a reason. However, the initial peace talks did not facilitate, and the orcs directly sent troops back to the land that was now chaotic, and it stands to reason that they can't be said to be, but the territory of humans will eventually be taken back by humans, even if it is polluted, it is also human land, and the appearance of orcs is undoubtedly putting knives under the noses of humans.

Now that the kings of the main members of the alliance have returned, and the war in the eastern kingdoms has been suspended for the time being, this is the best time to make peace, so Gianna wants Varian to stay here for a few more days, and she wants to invite the tribal leaders to come to Theramore to discuss ways to live together in peace in the future.

Varian's face was serious, always serious, and the majesty in his eyes and the sense of seeing through it as he looked at others reminded me of the pretentious way he had been years ago when he was learning to mature.

But at that time, he was pretending, and now he exudes the majesty of a real emperor.

He really is a king, a real king! The king has returned.