Varian used every means to get himself and his men, and most importantly the werewolves, to Grey Valley in time. In fact, he had expected to arrive here to see the Coalition-controlled lands in shambles, and every defender he knew had been killed. However, as the ship landed as far as possible and the werewolves landed on land, Varian suddenly realized that he had not arrived too late, and not only that, but he was more convinced than he had thought that this was his destiny from beginning to end. As he set foot on the shores of Ashenvale, Varian felt Godring's call to him even more clearly than during the ceremony. The call grew stronger with each breath he took - so much so that he finally stopped resisting and embraced it with all his heart.

He wears light and sturdy leather armor and wears Salamoni around his waist. Varian began to run, all the way to his goal.

As Varian stood looking out into the forest, Jean Greymane watched him. Godring's aura surrounds the King of Stormwind. All werewolves could see the aura, but Varian's own people couldn't. Gene was aware of what was coming, and he told the soldiers of Stormwind to keep up as best they could. Almost instantly, Varian had disappeared into the woods.

Jean followed him...... The werewolves followed him.

Varian couldn't remember how he was running through the woods. He was only vaguely aware that for some reason he was unimaginably fast, as if he were beyond time itself. Godring's spirit inspired him, and the wolf's fury melted into his mind, causing Varian to rush toward his destiny faster and faster.

Ultimately. He felt something. Suddenly stopped. Jean and the werewolves came up behind him. Jean blinked. Sniffing into the air again, he whispered two words to confirm Varian's suspicions: "Horde ......"

Just two words carry the many smells of the enemy, many images. Varian himself smelled the musky scent of orcs and minotaurs, the stench of sweat of many trolls, the corrupt smell of the Forsaken, the smoky smell of burning fire, and the stench of oil that could only be produced by goblin machines.

The other werewolves also raised their noses, and they also smelled that the enemy was nearby. Varian led them closer. Then the scene of the battlefield came into view.

By this time, Varian had understood what he and the werewolves had to do. He drew Saramaine and swung his sword forward, letting out a loud battle cry.

The werewolves howled in response to him. At this point, Jean glanced in Varian's direction, and saw that the light surrounding the King of Stormwind was stronger than ever. Goldring's tooth-baring roar loomed over the wolf-god warrior's head.

Varian rushed into battle, and the werewolves scattered according to his orders. It was incredibly easy to take out some of the first tribal soldiers, and they were stunned and couldn't believe their eyes.

At this moment, with the werewolves pouring into the main battlefield, Varian has already decided on his next move. He was desperate to go to Garrosh and Hell's Roar, but in the face of more imminent calamity, this private duel had to be put on second place.

"Follow me!" He yelled at the werewolves nearby, and then without looking at anyone following, he ran—yes. Dashing, though he had traveled so far - to the leader of the mammoths.

A thickly furred minotaur saw him. So he stepped forward to stop him. The heavy tomahawk swung at Varian, smashing into the ground and stirring up a cloud of dust. However, despite the fact that the warrior with the head of an ox was more burly and tall, he greatly underestimated the speed of the king's movements. Varian had dodged over to the enemy's flank. He swung Salameni to cut a deep wound in the Minotaur's body, and the enemy was killed before he could fall to the ground.

The Horde's columns no longer rush forward. They have painfully realized that a new strong enemy is attacking their own Chinese army. However, the orcs and their allies are not yet accustomed to the fluid movements of werewolves. Underestimating these wolf-like attackers, many of the tribesmen fell to their deaths as soon as they engaged.

But werewolves are not without casualties. If you can't adapt to change, the tribe won't grow. Two orcs unite to flank a werewolf. Although one axe missed, another battle axe struck him in the back. Others were shot through the chest or throat by arrows.

But the casualties of the Horde were far more heavy. This was not only because they had never encountered such an enemy, but also because the opposing attack came from the flank, forcing them to face both the enemy in the west and the north. After all, Tyrande and Santis weren't fools either, unaware that the league had renewed hope of victory. Although the Mammoths are still wreaking havoc, they are still able to regroup and fight back.

But Varian only took a cursory notice of all this, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield and focusing on his prey. The beast had turned its attention to the new foe its masters were facing. A giant hand reached out to a werewolf, and although it failed to catch him, it inadvertently knocked the unfortunate Gilneth out and fell to the ground.

Two orcs slashed at Varian, but a werewolf pounced and pinned one of the greenskinned warriors to the ground. They scuffled, and the werewolf's claws tore open the orc's throat.

Varian dodged the second orc's swing, dodged under his shield, and stabbed Salamene into the orc's abdomen. Then the king drew his sword and leaped aside, dodging the hind legs of a mammoth.

The giant monster turned. But mammoths aren't known for their speed. They don't need this ability: their large size allows them to easily cross large distances. However, in close combat, Varian at least has the advantage of being nimble, being able to dodge enemy grips. Although he didn't have an advantage in long-distance running, Varian didn't think about running away.

As the beast instinctively turned towards him, Varian lunged at its hind legs again. He was already in the range of the attack.

"Varian, Ureon!" A king's familiar voice roared. "Varian, Urynn, I challenge you! Turn around and face your end!" Varian quickly turned. The two looked at each other. Garrosh?hell roared, raising the roar of blood and sneering.

The human didn't say a word, his expression already answering the orc. The tomahawk let out a terrible wail. The two slammed into each other's eyes. The two weapons struck each other, and sparks flew around. The force of the impact caused both fighters to stagger back a few steps.

The Great Chief laughed sinisterly. "Look at this weapon! Bloodroar is the orc's best comrade-in-arms!"

"Sarameni loves the blood of orcs. Varian replied. "Especially your ......"

He lunged over.

The orcs blocked his attack, and the swords and axes struck again, splattering a spark. Garrosh wields a tomahawk. Varian fights back with a sword dance. The two warriors found themselves evenly matched again and again, and the magic weapons in their hands were comparable.

"I've been waiting for this moment!" Garrosh grinned. "Our battle in Ulduar was too short to be satisfying, and more importantly I didn't have a blood roar against your sword......"

"Just as I will!" The King fended off another attack from Bloodroar. The sparks from the weapons slammed into their eyes caused both warriors to squint. "I promise I won't let you down this time...... Except when I cut off your head......"

The orcs laughed. "Orgrimmar's gates will have a good place for your skull!"

He slashed down with a roar of blood, intending to surprise Varian with his gut. The king flipped his hand and lowered Salameni downward, albeit in an unsightly position. But he blocked the tomahawk that slashed at his body.

Ignoring the ongoing battle below, the mammoth continued to turn around and look for the man with the ponytail. Varian saw the giant leg sweeping towards them, and rolled to the side. Unaware of the danger, Garrosh was about to strike again with his screeching tomahawk.

The elephant's leg kicked the orc. Even if it was just a graz, it was enough to send Garrosh to the ground.

After that, Varian never saw Garrosh again, so he decided to put Salamoni away. He saw the mammoth standing still for a moment, and jumped on its hind legs.

He clung to the fur on the mammoth's legs, and the monster roared to shake him off.

But before the Mammoth managed to shake off Varian, another figure climbed onto its other hind legs. The werewolf climbed up with Varian, creating an opportunity for the king to distract himself.

The second werewolf jumped onto Varian's lap. A few others quickly followed. Previously, Varian ordered the werewolves around him to attack with him. But during the battle they were temporarily dispersed. Now, most of the werewolves are following suit.

Most of them were werewolves he had ordered to follow him closely. But temporarily dispersed during the battle.

Varian gritted his teeth and climbed up. The first part of his plan has already begun to materialize, but now he must stick to it. Despite not having the claws to do it, Varian crawled onto the mammoth's back far faster than the other werewolves.

The mammoth man twists his upper body as much as he can. His giant hand was close to Varian, but the king pulled out Salameni and slashed at those fingers. The troll withdrew its bleeding hand, and several werewolves approached Varian's side.

Needless to say at this moment. Werewolves know what they have to do. They crawled on the mammoth like ants. When swords, hammers, and other common weapons were ineffective, they began to bite at flesh with their claws and even teeth. At first, the troll's thick and tough skin protected it, giving the mammoth a chance to slap the annoying pests on it. Half a dozen werewolves fell off the beast's back, some of them landed safely or grabbed the mammoth's legs, but others fell to their deaths.

But when one werewolf was the first to tear open the flesh of the mammoth, the other succeeded. The beast roared in rage, shaking its body back and forth. Mammoths are stout and have a lower body like a mammoth, so they are not good at jumping like mammoths. So it can only stand on its hind legs suddenly, trying to take the attackers by surprise. The two werewolves were thrown down, but Varian and the other werewolves were taken aback and still clung to it.

More werewolves rushed up and laid siege to the mammoth. They climbed up his back, his neck, and even the boldest heads climbed up his chest. A single werewolf or even a dozen werewolves are nothing more than annoying bugs in front of mammoths...... But now they are starting to make a difference. The beast's fury was accompanied by a bit of frustration, followed by pain. He had more than two dozen bleeding wounds on his body.

Sarameni is more likely to pierce the thick skin of a mammoth than a regular sword or even a werewolf claw. Varian stood on his feet, carefully balancing, and then slashed deep wounds into the mammoth's back with one sword after another.

Another angry roar caught his attention. The nearest mammoth finally decided to come to the beast's aid. These monsters don't have any concept of loyalty in their minds. It's all out of the instinct of survival. The mammoth man was aware. If something can hurt their leader. Then it will be their turn next.

Varian grinned. The reason for his laughter immediately became clear, and the oncoming mammoth was suddenly besieged by more werewolves. They quickly climbed onto the troll's legs, and it no longer intended to aid the leading male, but in vain to get rid of the growing number of wolf-like intruders on its body.

An Alliance battle horn sounded, and Varian looked towards the Night Elves' line. No longer under Mammoth attacks, the Sentinels are able to regroup more effectively. This made the previous rout once again a close battle.

But Varian wanted to go further. The werewolves risked their own safety and attacked the other mammoths without flinching. The rest of the pack continued to charge towards the center of the horde's army. From the troll's back, Varian saw that the Gilneys had fought their way through the ranks of the enemy.

The male beast suddenly began to charge towards the dense forest. Varian knew what it had planned: the mammoth was either trying to grab a tree trunk and sweep the werewolves down. Or just want to rub them off the trees.

Varian walked towards one of the hind legs. He found out that Jean Greymane was there. "Why are you here?"

"So that your wishes will come true!" Another monarch shouted.

Varian was excited to meet him. "The other hind leg! We're going to have to get down there while it's distracted. ”

Jean looked confused until Varian made a chopping motion. The werewolf laughed. "I'll lead the team myself!"

They silently parted. Varian returned his sword to its sheath and began to crawl down. His plan will not really come to fruition until now. The mammoths had to focus on the large crowd of werewolves climbing up, rather than a handful of warriors swimming against the current.

As he climbed to his intended position, Varian pulled out Salameny. Then he glanced at the other hind leg. Although the behemoth was running, the werewolves could easily climb on its legs. Jean had reached the level of Varian.

Varian Ureon tried his best to steady himself with his left hand and legs, and without hesitation, he slashed Sarameni into a wide, deep wound on the inside of the mammoth's hind leg.

The beast suddenly roared in pain. It tilted to the side, nearly throwing off several werewolves. Varian hoped that the brave Gilneys would be safe and sound, and he set his sights on the target again. But instead of slashing, he stabbed Sarameni deeply.

The results are immediate. The male's legs went limp. Varian clenched his sword and jumped down. Landed not far from the stump leg. Blood poured out of the wound, but that wasn't the reason why that leg was unsustainable. Varian has expertly cut its hamstrings.

The mammoth tried to keep moving, but the injured leg slowed it down considerably. This creates opportunities for Jean and the werewolf who is on the other leg. Led by Lord Gilneis, the werewolves tore through the same area in Varian's way. Where his claws couldn't reach, Jean stabbed it with his sword. Mammoth was in the throes of his first leg, and at this moment he finally wanted to turn around and grab the Gilneth man.

Jean's final blow severed the tendon. He screamed, then jumped to the side from the mammoth's stump leg. The other werewolves heard Jean's warning and fled from the wounded mammoth. The behemoth still struggled to grab King Gilneys, but the cripple of its second leg caused it to lose its balance. Just as the last werewolves jumped to safety, the leader of the beast let out a roar that bordered on the ground and fell to his left side. Its body slammed into the ground, creating a powerful shock wave that caused many nearby warriors to stumble and fall.

But that's not the end of it. Varian let out a silent cry and rushed towards the struggling beast. He headed straight for the other's head, and the other werewolves poured into the rest of the mammoth's body once more.

Due to Varian's previous attack, the mammoth's fingers were still bleeding. But it still tried its best to slap any werewolf in its path. Some of the most eager werewolves fell victim to the wielding giant. But Varian dodged. Rush over the enemy's shoulders to the neck position.

The horrible face twisted towards him, and the mammoth's curved fangs swung at Varian, nearly successfully hitting him. The ferocious eyes glared at the ponytail-bound human, who had caused it so much pain. Varian felt the muscles connecting his arms moving under his feet, and he knew that the wounded mammoth man had realized that the prey was close to grasp.

When the giant hand reached out, Varian grabbed Sarameni with both hands down, and then jumped off the mammoth's neck.

As he fell, Varian stabbed his sword into the softest part of his foe's throat.

In front of this famous sword. The flesh of the mammoth man was like water. Its blood splattered on Varian, and after Salamoni stabbed him in the throat, he continued to fall almost unhindered.

The male let out a loud gurgling sound. The behemoth twitched violently in the pain of dying, posing an unprecedented threat to Varian.

Before the mammoth's arm overwhelmed Varian, a furry figure grabbed him. The king and the werewolf who had saved him rolled together, and Sarameni flew a few steps away.

Varian crawled to his feet, only to realize that it was Jean who had saved him. The werewolf leader lay there unconscious. Varian knelt beside him and noticed that Jean's head had been hit hard. There was blood on the fur. Jean opened his eyes. He looked up at Varian.

"It's so burning! No one will doubt that you are Godring's chosen warrior......" The werewolf leader blinked, and despite his wolf form, there was a clear humanity in his eyes. "I'm so scared that your impulsive behavior will cause us to lose you. ”

"But your people almost lost you. ”

"It's just a small price. The werewolves have found you. And through you. We recognize ourselves. ”

Varian searched for his sword. "Maybe we'll recognize ourselves in the grave. The battle isn't over yet. ”

Jean tried to stand up, but sat back trembling. He took a deep breath. Then try to get up again. This time, the werewolf leader managed to get back to his feet.

Varian retrieved Salameni, but when he looked up, there was something on the chaotic battlefield that made him snar.

"Don't come along, Jean. ”

"What-"

Varian didn't have time to explain, and he rushed into battle again. An orc sees Varian and foolishly tries to stop him. When Salamene slashed into the orc's chest, the Lord of Stormwind barely noticed. And in the blink of an eye, the second warrior also fell quickly and inadvertently.

Varian has only one opponent interested. The other party was also looking for him persistently before, but the environment of the battlefield separated the two.

Garrosh?hell roars.

In the melee between the two armies, the figure of the Great Chief disappeared from Varian's eyes again, but the scream of the blood roar would not be mistaken even from a long distance. Varian paused and listened to the tomahawk sing the song of death again, and then he adjusted his direction.

A horn sounded from the side of the Alliance, and suddenly there were spearmen riding Nightblade Leopards everywhere. The warriors of the tribe scattered in all directions, and these giant felines brought new deaths to them. A spear cavalry rushes to the rescue of a werewolf besieged by enemy soldiers. One enemy was assassinated with a spear, and the other two were torn apart by the Nightblade Panther. The werewolves themselves easily took out the remaining enemies.

A mammoth roared, its body crawling with werewolves, some of them attacking its legs and feet. By the time Varian walked past them, one of the mammoth's legs was gone.

The battlefield is littered with werewolves pounced, wielding weapons or claws, depending on the need. Faced with these too quick enemies, the ghouls-like Forsaken retreated, and some of the undead soldiers were already crushed by claws or swords. The tough Minotaurs tried to resist, but the nimble opponents often slipped through their defenses and dealt a thwart, eventually forcing the Minotaurs to retreat. A goblin machine rotates its upper body, its manipulator frantically trying to stop the attack of the two werewolves. The Gilneys waited calmly until they figured out the pattern of the machine's movements. Then one of the werewolves leaped over the spinning blade, jumped behind the pilot, and tore his back with its claws.

A moonblade flew past Varian, followed by two flying weapons. At this moment, the sentinels on foot also rushed into the most dense places of fighting. Some of the sentries kept throwing their blades. Others use the Moonblade for close melee. Rushing up was the army of Stormwind. They immediately rushed in the direction where the werewolves - and King Varian - were fighting. The outcome of the battle is yet to be known. But at least the league now has a chance to win.

Then the horde's front began to regroup. Varian heard the roar of blood again, and this time not far away.

He quickened his pace, not noticing that a cavalry officer had seen him. The Night Elf signaled, leading her men to follow the King of Stormwind. The werewolves began to follow Varian, and he fought his way through the battlefield, strewn the mutilated corpses of soldiers from both sides.

Varian didn't realize he had led a charge, and he rushed forward, sure where he could find Garrosh. Just capture or kill the Great Chief. This war will end. That's the most important thing......

A column of orc archers suddenly rose from their hiding place and shot at the attacking enemy.

Varian dodged the arrows that were fired at him. He didn't know what was going on behind him. Some of his followers fell, but others quickly rose up. The Alliance forces have realized that a critical moment is coming, and this charge led by the King of Stormwind will determine the outcome of the day.

But on the other side, the Horde is also ready to take on this new challenge. After a rain of arrows, heavily armed and heavily armored warriors rushed forward. Some of them marched on foot, while others rode on the backs of giant dire wolves.

Varian ignored the shouts coming from behind him, seeing the enemy queue as little more than a few obstacles.

When the first dire wolf rushed to him, Varian stabbed it in the eye with Salamany, straight into the brain. The beast lunged forward, and Varian stomped on its head and slashed the orc rider in two. A blood elf wants to hold the Lord of Stormwind City. But he covered his severed hand and stepped back. Tomahawks and swords cut through his coat, causing blood to flow from his body. But they're all just a nuisance. Nothing could hinder his progress.

Although he hadn't noticed or felt it himself, both the soldiers who followed him and the soldiers who confronted him thought they had seen the figure of a giant wolf galloping through the smoke and dust that rolled up around Varian. Who exactly called that name first, no one can answer. The werewolves thought it was one of them, wasn't it they the first to realize that the King of Stormwind was a warrior of the ancient wolf gods, the sentinels believed to be a high priestess or her general, and the dwarves and humans who traveled with the Darnassus expeditionary force thought to be their own people.

But the important thing is that whoever shouted "Varian!" first shouted, "Varian!" Then came "Godring!" These two names were repeated over and over again and became the new slogan on the battlefield. The shout struck the tribe's army, causing them to be suspicious. They should have won a long time ago. The alliance is long overdue for failure. What is happening at this moment is completely different from what was in that grand plan.

And no one knows the latter better than Garrosh Hellroar. Once the Valley of Ash falls into the hands of the Horde, the future he envisions will come true. But now it seems to be a distant bubble. The overwhelming power of the Mammoth Man, which was supposed to be his ultimate weapon, could not have been more evident than the failure of his main strategy.

Just as he thought about this, another giant beast fell to the ground with a bang. Werewolves swarmed the behemoth, striking at its throat.

A Kukalon guard approached Garrosh. "Great Chief, you're taking too much risk here! we can't afford to lose your ......"

"Lose me?" Garrosh shoved the impudent guard away. "I'm not going to hide in battle!"

"But the Alliance—"

The Great Chief glared angrily, causing the determined guard to flinch. Garrosh roared and gave another order, sending reserves to reinforce those weakened by the damned werewolves.

The new slogan of the alliance was buzzing in his head. Garrosh couldn't hear what the enemy was shouting, but he could see that the slogan was a powerful motivator to fight the Horde warriors. "What's that? What are they shouting?"

Another guard replied. They shouted the name of the human king...... Also, Godring...... That's what they call the great Racashh......"

"Ancient Wolf God......" Garrosh's gaze patrolled the battlefield. "Racashh...... And Varian Ureon ......"

When he uttered the human's name again, the leader of the orcs saw the warriors of the alliance in the crowd of enemies rushing towards him...... And Varian Ureon saw him, too.

They rushed to each other in silence. Garrosh's guards objected, but he had already rushed through the chaos. Left the guards who were supposed to protect him behind, trying to keep up with him.

Sarameni danced with a shadow of light. Slay all the enemies that stood in his way. Despite those orcs. The minotaurs, blood elves, and trolls are no short of bravery, but they're not fools either. If you want to be glorified - and save your life - you have a much better chance of fighting others.

But there was still a figure standing in the way of the two, and Varian was his target. His hard blow nearly did what many people failed to do, but it left only a shallow wound on Varian's arm.

Brinnin glared at Varian, his tomahawk already stained with the human's blood.

"My mammoth!" The old sailor roared bitterly. "My glory and glory! Look what you've done!"

His ferocious attack forced Varian to back off for the time being. Brienin's ability to survive so long is all due to his mastery of the battle axe, and Hadrisha has proven it with her life. Some of his combat skills are even worth learning from Garrosh - but at the moment the frenzied orc simply can't take care of it. During the voyage, Brienin suffered so many disasters, especially the loss of life. The Mammoth Man was supposed to be his way to salvation. And now this human, this lonely human has messed everything up.

Varian didn't have time to care about this crazy orc. He knew Garrosh was nearby, maybe even out of range. But this old sailor should not be ignored either.

Brinnin swung the tomahawk again, and that's when Varian noticed one of his obvious weaknesses. The blindfold meant that the orc's side of vision was completely blind, and even if Brinnin knew this, he still couldn't change that fact.

Varian let the orc attack again. When the swing caused Brinnin's blind eye to face Varian, he stabbed Salamene into the chest of his foe.

As Varian pulled out Salameni, Blinin's weapon fell. The orc fell to his knees, still glaring at Varian, gasping for breath. "My ...... Mammoth ...... My ......"

The captain fell, and Varian swung Salamoni behind his back.

Gold and iron strike. He was shocked. Half-on his knees, Varian swerved to block a second swing. And before these two blades clashed, there was an unbearable wail.

"I knew you could block both," Garrosh rumbled with sincere admiration as he walked over to Varian. "Otherwise, you're not you......"

"Then I'll die," Varian replied faintly, "and you'll be you." ”

The Great Chief laughed...... Then go on the offensive.

Sarameni and Bloodroar struck each other again and again. The two blades collided so quickly that it was as if lightning was sparkling between the pair of humans and orcs.

Varian suddenly tripped over a corpse and fell to the ground. Garrosh slashed down, trying to cut him in two. The king rolled aside, jumped to his feet, and rushed up again.

Now it was Garrosh's turn to retreat. He raised his blood roar high, blocking two attacks that were enough to slice his throat. He then used the length advantage of the Tomahawk to force Varian back, giving himself a chance to gain a foothold.

The sword and axe collided again. Garrosh tried to jam his opponent's sword with the arc of the Bloody Roar Axe, but Varian pulled the sword back at the critical moment. Varian then tried to bypass the High Chief's defenses, but was blocked by the orcs with the plane of a battle axe.

"You're just delaying the inevitable fate!" Garrosh shouted. "The era of the Alliance is over! Horde is the future of Azeroth!"

"The tribe will be terrified by the sunset! The night will come with the sunset...... Werewolves will come with the night......" Varian replied.

At this moment, the distance between them and the other warriors around them began to shrink.

Warriors sworn to the death swarmed towards the two of them, squeezing them close together. Humans and orcs looked at each other for a long time, and both saw death in each other's eyes. (To be continued......)