Under the moonlight of the Nagran Prairie, two men stood opposite each other, one was fully armed, holding a battle sword and heavy shield, and the other was wearing a casual robe, standing with his hands behind his back. The cold wind blew across the bodies of the two, making the robe of the great lord fly and flew.

His icy blue eyes stared at Varian Wrien, who was fighting stance opposite. Compared with the memories of Stormwind City that burned several years ago, Varian is now more powerful. He no longer had the grace and luxury of being a king. He was more like a warrior with a long-standing battle formation. Under his wild temperament, he was hiding a violent soul.

He used humiliation as a driving force to push himself to constantly break through personal shackles. In addition, his extraordinary talent, he tempered himself into a true brave man in just a few years.

It can be seen from those eyes that his hatred for Terion had never weakened.

But that hatred has become more... "pure" over the years!

This is also what made the great lord feel confused, he asked softly:

"You have been hiding for years, honing yourself in the most dangerous places in the world of Azeroth and Drano, but why did you stand up again when the Empire launched the rescue of Mekatok? Is it the resentment in your heart? Did they contact you? Or did you take the initiative to do so for some reason?"

"If you feel that you still have a responsibility to the empire, why do you have to hide your identity when they migrated to Kalimdo and need you the most? I also know that the Federation of Veterans of the Federation has been looking for you, they have noticed your traces, Varian, but you have repeatedly rejected their invitations, so I'm curious...What are you thinking about when you make these contradictory decisions?"

Faced with Terion's inquiry, Varian's answer was very concise...

"Swish"

The heavy black battle sword roared at Terion's neck as if nothing had happened while his wrist was flipping, but while the Great Lord raised his hand quietly, the sharp and powerful sword blade was easily clamped in the air by the Great Lord's left hand, and could not make any progress.

This strike is an answer, an invitation, and a challenge.

Terion looked at Varian's firm eyes, and nodded in understanding. With a wave of his left hand, Varian's sword was thrown back and was accurately picked up by the warrior. He hit the shield with his long sword and looked at Terion.

The great lord's fingers danced, and the heavy messenger of ashes appeared in the palm of his hand. Terion placed the heavy sword in front of him. He stroked the sharp blade. He raised his weapon and said softly:

"I mean...we have to talk."

"Bang"

Varian slapped the sword on the shield hard, making a low sound, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. He raised the sword and aimed the sword at Terion:

"I... listen carefully."

"Swish"

The figures of the two disappeared almost at the same time, with the rising soil and turf splashing everywhere, and the momentum of the two collided in the night sky. The sound of weapons collided with the figures of the two rising and falling, like a series of muffled thunder, echoing in the darkness.

The two of them were like gladiators fighting each other, passing by in the waving of weapons and weapons. Each attack was full of force, and the weapons wrapped around the energy of death and the fire of anger were so fatal... Of course, this was for Varian. Terion was far higher than him, and his chances of winning were very small, Varian knew this.

But he must fight this battle!

Although it was not the final decisive battle he imagined, since he encountered his own life-and-death enemy, how could he just run away in a panic?

He is a soldier, even if he dies... he will die on the way to charge!

"Bang"

Under the brute force of the Great Lord, the steel shield on Varian's right hand quickly appeared under the sword shadow of the Ashes Messenger. However, Varian still used his shield to block the Ashes Messenger's bombardment with his shield, and used his left hand to counterattack the Great Lord who was strolling in the garden. As the weapons clashed, he roared loudly:

"I hate you, Terion!"

"Not only because you took away my son and wife, but also because you destroyed my country... Everything left by my father, the mission of the Urien family, Lothar, my second father, all of this... has been destroyed by you! I once regarded myself as the Storm Son, and I vowed to avenge my people!"

"Bang"

The heavy ashes messenger collided with the black war sword, and the two sword blades rubbed rapidly. As the fire was splashing, Varian's eyes collided with Terion's eyes, one side was angry and the other side was calm.

"What about now?"

Terion asked, the two weapons separated at the next moment, and the Great Lord took a step back, but the black sword shadow brought by the Ashes Messenger roared and slashed towards Varian from several directions. The latter's body rolled back several times, stopped retreating in a kneeling position. The black shield blocked the body, blocking the black sword shadows all, but as the sword shadows dissipated, the buzzing of the Ashes Messenger sounded again, and behind the sword edge, the cold body of the Great Lord.

"boom"

The strong shield was finally overwhelmed by the sharp blade. Amid the sound of steel tearing, the shield, which had been cast by frozen stainless steel, was cut into four pieces. However, before it exploded, the warrior grabbed the war sword and jumped out of the ashes' attack range of the Ashes Messenger and was not damaged by the burst shield.

Varian stood up panting, his right hand holding the shield had already torn apart, and blood was spreading all over his fingers. The faint stinging pain made the fire of anger wrapped around him more active.

He looked at Terion, under the battle helmet, without fear in his blue eyes, he raised the black battle sword, and on both sides of the blade, reflecting his face with the helmet:

"Now? Now...I have left the hatred of the people."

"oh?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Terion's mouth, but in a flash, he flipped his wrist, the ashes roared, and the black sword shadow rolled around the fingers of the Great Lord, he augmented his voice:

"Why?"

"because..."

Varian took a deep breath, and another high-level combat skill of the warrior was activated. The angry force wrapped around the body gathered on the weapon in his hand, making it full of energy fires that were beating like flames, and it looked like it was ignited. This scene also appeared on the battlefield of the Battle of Northern Xinjiang, which was the martial arts used when Lossa and Terion fought.

The young Varian...had also reached this realm.

"Because they don't need me to avenge them... I traveled through the world, and I saw with my own eyes the lives of the people of the Storm Kingdom and even the people of the Empire under the federal rule... A better and more perfect life than before. They live more freely, dignified, and have no worries about food and clothing. The inner anger of the people has disappeared. They don't need me to be the Avenger who represents them... They don't need anyone to represent them."

Varian raised his head, and his eyes were clear except for the flames of anger, he said:

"I can't deceive myself. The destruction of the Storm Kingdom was a disaster for the nobles, but maybe a good thing for the people I've always wanted to protect."

"Although I don't want to admit it, the Federation is a good ruler, at least more qualified than us."

"Very good, hatred doesn't destroy your sanity, it's good..."

Terion movably with his shoulders, he re-examined Varian in front of him, and he asked:

"Then why are you still here as a challenger?"

"boom"

The angry flame suddenly exploded at this moment. As the flames scattered, Varian, who was dragging the sword of war, rushed towards Terion like a flaming lion. With the blessing of the terrifying power accumulated in a short period of time, Varian waved the sword of war that even ignited the air when it passed through the air. In that suffocating attack, the heavy sword that Terion blocked in front of him was bombarded fiercely.

"I didn't come as a king!"

"I'm a father!"

"Bang"

"A husband!"

"Bang"

"A son!"

"Bang"

"A man comes!"

"Bang"

After four consecutive heavy blows, Tyreon's body standing still, and the expression of the great lord became serious. He held the hilt of the sword in both hands and launched a counterattack in the crazy offensive of Varian, who blessed the high-level combat skill "Wish of Death", but facing the desperate high-level warrior, Tyreon seemed to have returned to the battlefield in the northern border, facing another Lothar.

A young version of Losa with more potential...

"I'm here for my son, my wife, my father, for myself!"

Varian jumped up from the ground, held the sword in his hands and raised it above his head. The fire of anger that was burning wildly, gathered together, drove the sword into a nearly melting state.

His roar spread throughout the dark night like thunder.

"It has nothing to do with justice, nothing to do with justice, it's just for this..."

"I, Varian Wrien!"

"Challenge you!"

"Clang"

The battle sword carrying all the will and power of Varian slashed down at this moment. In the moment when the sharp blade rolled up, the heavy wind blew the long gray-white hair of Terion. The great lord raised his head and looked directly at Varian behind the battle sword, looking at the eyes containing the unyielding soul, which were burning eyes, the eyes of the warriors.

That was the eyes of a real man...a real fighter.

It was the fighter trained by Terion himself, the first treasure to bear fruit in countless experiments by the Great Lord. It was him who personally opened the prologue of the legend for the man in front of him. Now, he is going to draw another stroke in the story of this legend.

"very good..."

"Varian Wrien..."

"I, accept your challenge!"

"boom"

The sound like a dragon's throat, all the forces belonging to the Great Lord of the Dark Blade were awakened at this moment. The power of darkness wrapped the entire battlefield in an instant. Behind Terion, the huge death energy reorganized a roaring dark dragon, crashing into Varian in the sky frantically, while the human warrior widened his eyes, and a will to die was awakened in his heart. Under the impact of that will, Varian's fingers holding the weapon made a crackling sound.

"Then come! Terion..."

"Kill me...or be killed by me!"

"Boom!"

The wind in the dark night of the Nagran Prairie became extremely noisy at this moment. The orc shamans and priests who had fallen asleep were awakened, and together with the spectators who were asleep around the arena, the warriors of all races rushed out of the room and tent, and looked up at the sky deep in the grassland.

In their astonished eyes, a black lightning that penetrated the sky like to tear apart the sky, hanging between the sky of Drano. After the reflection of the black lightning, a faint blue light was reflected, and the light even covered the stars, like a projection from another world.

Above the lightning landing point, there are layers of black fog that rotates wildly, like a tornado on the sea. In the rotating black fog, there is also a red fire burning wildly, just like two eternal monsters fighting. Even between the distance between the entire grassland, they can hear the sound of a giant dragon roaring...

The sound that shocked the entire grassland... it was the sound of steel clashing, it was the sound of fighting on the battlefield. This scene of wonder appeared for less than 10 seconds, just like before it appeared, the light and the leaping black lightning quietly dissipated.

Terion stood on the edge of the giant sunken edge that was blown away in front of him. He carried the Ashes Messenger wrapped in the black fire and turned his head to look at his shoulders. There were still flames of angry fires and a deep bone- visible crack cut by the blade, but with the support of a powerful soul, the cut-out wound was healing rapidly.

In the gully in front of him, Varian Wrien was lying at the bottom of the gully in a embarrassed manner. Most of his body was covered with cold and frozen soil. His body was covered with frostbite scars, looking extremely embarrassed, and the black battle helmet was covered with war marks with sharp blades intertwined.

Obviously, the Great Lord did not take any action...
To be continued...