After verifying what he had been pursuing all his life, Benedictus was very happy in his exhaustion. He commanded the cultists to plunder the ruined palace of the insect people, and found all the special crystals and steel that the insect people had dug out of the ground.

came out, and then let the insects quickly dig a passage under the ground that leads directly to the seaside further south of the Qiraji ruins.

Bishop Twilight has a new goal, and he no longer intends to waste time here.

However, Benedictus did not know that all his actions fell into the eyes of another "peer".

It was a guy with a black hood, his whole body wrapped in the hood. He was sitting cross-legged in the dark passage. The light curtain in front of him rippled slightly like water waves, and from the suspended light curtain

, he could clearly see all the actions of Benedictus.

"He's not dead yet... He's really lucky."

The hooded man said calmly:

"And it seems that he also found some interesting things... By the way, are you okay yet?"

The hooded man turned to look behind him. Next to him, there was a huge tentacle belonging to C'Thun. The tentacles were dotted with purple scales and runes and were covered with disgusting suckers. On the pole of the tentacles behind him,

A purple ceremonial dagger is inserted into the tentacles, and wisps of purple energy wrap around the surface of the purple dagger like a fleeting light, making it look particularly evil.

And in this purple dim light, it also illuminates the face of the hooded man... The face is no longer young, a little thin, and a pair of narrowed eyes shines with gentle light, looking like a compassionate person.

He is a human being, but the aura he exudes indicates that he is a person of high status... he should be a clergyman.

Facing his inquiry, the dagger trembled slightly, and then made a slightly hoarse and charming voice:

"Don't worry, my little Chaldea, there are still a lot of residual "nutrients" in the remains of my compatriots. Don't you have mercy on me, a poor woman who has been hungry for millions of years? Let me eat again

Some...I promise, just eat a little more...just a little bit. Alas, it's a pity that C'Thun's soul has been taken away. Otherwise, if I swallow that idiot's soul, I can borrow this body to be fully resurrected.

What a pity..."

"C'Thun is dead...my "sister", your innermost worries are gone."

Archbishop Chaldea of ​​the Kingdom of Storms habitually drew a religious symbol on his chest and said softly:

"It died under the joint efforts of several parties. Do you want to be the next one? You see, the real devil should not have a face. Once the devil has a face, the warrior will have a target... Hidden in

Leading everything behind the scenes is what we should do most."

Chaldea said something, he took out the pocket watch from his pocket, looked at it in front of his eyes, and then said to the dagger that greedily absorbed the power of the void:

"Hurry up, if I don't go back, they will doubt me... Varian, the king I haven't seen for a long time, has become a lot smarter, like a feared wolf king, I must pretend to be more perfect

That’s all.”

"Varian?"

The dagger said disdainfully:

"He's just a mortal. If you want, my little Chaldea, you can make him stop breathing in the nightmare tonight, right? Why do you still care about blood? Kill him! Then take away the dominance of the Kingdom of Stormwind.

, you will be a great ruler... Haha, I know, you will be a qualified ruler!"

"Did you forget that sword?"

A trace of disdain flashed in Chaldea's eyes, but it passed quickly. He said softly:

"That sword, I can smell the hatred of the void power from hundreds of meters away. The sword has taken on a new posture in Varian's hands, a more powerful posture. Although we are not afraid of it,

There is no need to destroy everything we have carefully prepared... Only by hiding in the shadows can we act better. Not only will I not hurt Varian, I will try my best to help him!"

"The king is a little confused in his heart, I can feel it, but you and I don't know what his return means to the stagnant human empire. Maybe, the next chaotic storm will be caused by Varian himself.

Uncover... That’s the real opportunity!”

"Wow"

As soon as Chaldea finished speaking, the dagger burped like a really full person. The next moment, the purple eye-shaped gem used for decoration on the handle of the ceremonial dagger suddenly seemed to "come alive"

Just like it turned into a real eyeball, it strangely closed once, then rotated, and finally turned into a crystal eyeball gem again, but it was more gorgeous and clear than before.

"Well...I'm full...I feel so comfortable."

The lazy voice of Miss Xalatas, the fifth ancient god, sounded in Chaldea’s heart, and she whispered:

"Let's go, there is nothing worth remembering here, the dragon's fire will burn everything left here... But you and I shouldn't forget that there are still two villains who covet us in this world... You will continue

Help me, right? My little Chaldea?"

"certainly..."

Chaldea stood up, pulled out the purple dagger from the withered flesh, and hung it in the simple sheath on his waist. He straightened his robe and held the Holy Light emblem on his chest.

In the palm of his hand, he whispered:

"Just like before..."

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"Ouch!"

The low dragon roar resounded throughout Silithus in the early morning of the fourth day after the war, which had completely calmed down. In the light of dawn, the entire coalition military camp was boiling.

Soldiers of all ethnic groups were clambering on the high ground everywhere, and the non-commissioned officers did not stop them. No one wanted to miss today's spectacle.

In front of the Beetle Wall, the commanders of the coalition forces also stood on this vicissitudes of the wall. Arthas, who was wearing armor, was still a little pale. The aftereffects of being hit by C'Thun's mental shock made the king

I still feel pain in my head from time to time, but this is much better than a few days ago. It is said that when Alsace was carried out by Varian, he looked like a fool, with only a drooling and silly smile.

But this battle is of great significance to Arthas. After truly seeing the power of the ancient gods, the arrogance in the heart of the Paladin King because he "repelled" Tyrion was completely broken. He saw the world

The power hidden behind... He realized his own insignificance and weakness, especially compared to Varian standing next to him, Arthas felt even more ashamed...

After all, it was Varian who personally held the sword and cooperated with the demigod Agamaggan to kill the illusion of power of the ancient god. Without Varian, the top leaders of the coalition forces and the demigod Agamaggan of the wilderness would probably have lost their lives.

The whole army was wiped out.

According to Varian, Tyrion, who really unleashed his full strength, would probably not be weaker than C'Thun... In other words, the previous "battle" in Northrend was probably just a dark blade.

It was just a "game" between the great lord and young people, and this also made Arthas afraid for a while. If he continued to develop with this mentality, if he faced Tyrion again in the future, he would definitely die miserably.

"What are you thinking about? Alsace?"

Just like when the two of them were in Lordaeron, Varian reached out and patted Arthas on the shoulder, and then handed his wine bottle to the Paladin King. The latter smiled, took the wine bottle, and took a sip.

After taking a sip of wine, he looked at the dozen or so black spots looming in the sky in the distance, and said softly:

"I'm thinking about the future... Varian, are you really not going to follow me back to White Tower Harbor to meet with the Pope? The War Destroyer is in your hands, and with your efforts to turn the tide in this war, the Pope will

Maybe I will support you in becoming emperor..."

Arthas pursed his lips. He looked at the alien war sword wrapped in linen that Varian was carrying on his back. A trace of loss flashed in his blue eyes, and he said:

"I...I will also support you in becoming emperor. You are more qualified than me."

"Don't be stupid!"

Varian felt the loss in Alsace's heart. He patted Alsace's shoulder vigorously and said softly:

"I don't want to be the emperor, at least not now... Give me some time, and give you some time, Arthas. I want to go back to the Kingdom of Stormwind first and fulfill my duties to the people. What happens next... I'll talk about it later.

.”

Varian looked at the dragons getting closer and closer. He smiled and said to Arthas:

"Do you need me to tell His Majesty Drake about your marriage to Anna? I think that this time I saved so many people, as well as the soldiers of Kul Tiras, His Majesty Drake will always sell

I'm a decent person."

Arthas raised his head suddenly, looked at Varian, and then said unnaturally:

"Thank you then, Varian."

"Haha, it's settled then!"

Varian happily took a sip of wine. As the wind roared, the gravel on the ground was rolled up. A dozen giant dragons flapped their wings and flew over the coalition camp, causing the soldiers to cheer. Those huge figures whirled.

On top of the ruins of the Qiraji Temple, he opened a dragon's kiss full of sharp teeth and sprayed the scorching dragon's breath on the remains of the ruins. For a moment, scorching flames ignited in the desert.

"Go out and have a look, Alsace."

Varian stared at the burning flames, and he suddenly said to Arthas:

"Go to the Federation with your own eyes, see the civilization there, and see the new life of our people. Whether you want to be the emperor or not, I think you should go and see it, whether it is to understand the enemy or to eliminate the obsession in your heart.

Thoughts and confusion..."

"Will Tyrion allow us to go?"

The Paladin King asked: "That is his territory after all."

"No! Arthas, that is not Tyrion or Darkblade's territory!"

Varian said quietly to Arthas:

"That is the territory of the Federation. Another human civilization is exactly the same as us. It has the same origin as us. The Dark Blade is the Dark Blade and the Federation is the Federation. You have to distinguish this clearly. Who is our current enemy and who is us?

Future friends, this is very important, of course, I am just a suggestion.”

After saying that, Varian patted Arthas on the back and walked towards the commanders standing on the other side.

General Shandris Feathermoon is sitting on the Beetle Wall. She is not wearing the iconic black bat helmet, and her braided hair hangs down on her chest. The night elf general is holding a bottle of fruit wine in his hand and is quiet alone.
To be continued...