Azeroth Trail of Light

In Theramore’s hall, Lagosh looked at Varian on the opposite side.

"You know? I used to hate you so much! Why give me a blank first half of my life? I don't even know who I am or where I should go."

Varian was not angry, he chuckled, and instead of answering, he talked about another thing.

"Actually, I guessed my abnormality early on."

Varian stretched out his finger and drew a lightly across his face. That was the location of the scar on Lagosh’s face.

"Here, 3 years ago, that night, I was awakened by pain, in the palace of the storm fortress, it hurts! Really, but there is no blood, but it is as painful as flesh and blood is tortured. I haven't had a good rest for a month, and I didn't even dare to close my eyes for fear that I would not be able to sleep."

Varian made a sleep action, his eyelids flickering, apparently recalling the pain at the beginning, "I can't imagine that just the aftermath of the pain makes me close to death, if I really bear it. With that sword, will I die in pain."

The pale king raised his hand and lightly touched the scar on Lagosh’s face.

"And now I know, I really endured the pain, and I also know that I have survived."

"Does it hurt?"

Lagosh's eyes were stunned, his body leaned back, avoiding Varian's outstretched hand.

"It hurts, but just get used to it."

"Really? I may never get used to it."

Varian also smiled. He propped up with his cane, walked to the window, and suddenly asked, "Do you remember Tiffin?"

Lagosh shook his head.

"Except for Anduin, my memory is blank."

"Then you will remember from now on!"

Varian increased his tone, then flushed, coughed twice, and said seriously to Lagos, "That's the woman you must remember in your life! That's Anduin's mother, your favorite woman!"

Lagosh's mouth moved, as if he wanted to refute, but in the end he chose silence.

Varian closed his eyes, seeming to be caught in some kind of memory.

"I still remember that that year I was 7 years old, and my father, Ryan Wrynn, was assassinated on the throne by Garona. I was taken by Bovar and fled to Lordaeron. Orcs and orcs took my hometown. …"

Varian talked about his childhood, talked about King Terenas, talked about Arthas and Kalia, and so on. Lagosh felt something was wrong. From Varian’s tone, Hearing a trace of ignorance, hearing the feeling of Tuogu, this reckless gladiator was a little unbearable, he interrupted Varian's statement loudly.

He looked at his half-length angrily and asked,

"What are you doing?"

Varian looked at Lagos angrily. He smiled. This is probably the first time he smiled from the heart since he came to Theramore. He laughed backwards and closed, and even burst into tears.

"No, no no, Lagosh, you don't understand, you don't understand."

"I belong to the past, Lagos, and I am tired. I even need to send my son to Theramore to prevent him from being harmed. I am not a qualified father, nor a qualified king, nor even a qualified one. Husband, but you...you can protect Anduin!"

Varian tapped Lagosh’s chest with his finger.

"I don't care if you will be a good king, I only care about Anduin, that is my son, the most important thing in my life, you remember, gladiator! I now entrust my son to you You protect him for me, have you heard?"

"Needless to say, I will protect him, he is also my son!"

Lagosh slapped Varian's hand away, but then his voice became low again.

"Why help me?"

Varian's eyes were stunned, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he reached out and placed his hand in front of Lagosh.

"Because of Anduin, but also because you belong to the future."

Lagosh looked into Varian's eyes, and finally reached out and held the cold hand.

"Come on, Lagosh, become Varian Wrynn, become the father of that child, and then become the king of Stormwind! It will be tiring to take my share forward, but... I believe you can."

Outside the hall, everyone's heart raised their throats. Silence was an unbearable language. Anduin, with red eyes, suddenly threw away Princess Kalia's hand and opened the door to rush in, but the door was also here. Pulled away from the inside for a moment, the little prince plunged into a strong and powerful embrace.

Anduin raised his head. He saw the face with scars and black hair. It was Lagosh’s face, but the smile on that face belonged to Varian. When the two reunited When the two were one, it was not as magical as others imagined. It was like the king who was under the claws of a black dragon and shouted to save his son.

He came back, nothing more.

"My sons, my marshals, I'm back."

In the end, even this voice became Varian Wrynn.

The feelings of the little prince are the strongest. The father who always accompanied him when he was young has finally returned! He wanted to be stronger, but at this moment, tears still welled up in his eyes.

Being strong does not belong to this moment, he can finally release his loneliness and worries recklessly.

The marshals were beaming, and the entire Stormwind Kingdom had gone from bad to worse after the king's accident. It was like a sick giant. Only by allowing the giant's brain to return to normal can the giant be truly healthy.

Now, the brain of the giant is back!

Hidden in the crowd, Valera took one last look at Varian Wrynn, who was talking to Anduin and Princess Kalia, her beautiful eyes were full of tears, like the last Once I missed the person I loved, and finally left quietly.

The person she liked has disappeared, and she stays here, it doesn't make sense anymore.

Two hours later, Varela changed into a traveler's costume, and she was in the pier outside Theramore. She didn't know where she was going, she simply didn't want to stay in this place.

Maybe a trip would be a good choice.

"Hi, beauty, you don't wear this well."

A slightly frivolous voice came into Valera’s ears, causing her to turn her head suddenly. Not far behind her, Varian, wearing a tuxedo, leaned on the pillar with her hands on her shoulders and winked at her. The attitude is not like a king at all.

But Valera's tears flowed from his eyes again. Three years ago, in Nagrand, she and Lagosh met for the first time, and it was the same.

The surrounding passengers were scattered far away by the sudden appearance of MI7 assassins. Varian walked to Valera, stretched out his hand, and hugged her in his arms. The high elves had a little resistance. But she finally leaned her head on Varian's heart.

"I have lost one of my favorite women, and I will not lose the second one."

"Who are you? Varian, or Lagosh?"

"What do you say? Honey, come and be my queen."

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Stone Claw Mountains, the scorching sun stone residence

The golden Kalimdor eagle spreads its wings and flies under the blue sky. This place almost completely surrounded by mountains and ridges is an inaccessible area, except for the Tauren and Cardo of Mulgore. Lei’s elves have built a stronghold here, and there are only goblin trading companies all over the world that conduct mineral exploration in the northwestern region.

Today, this quiet mountain has ushered in new visitors.

Dick was sitting on the highest peak of the Stoneclaw Mountains in a cloak, and the wind was screaming. It was almost a place that ordinary creatures would never reach, but under the protection of the thin light around him, Dick couldn’t even feel it. A trace of wind.

He sits here, waiting for the arrival of another person, he wants to fulfill a promise.

Looking out from this high place, Dick could even vaguely see the scenery of Desolate Land, another desolate land, the former home of the tauren, but now it has been completely occupied by the savage centaur.

A black spot appeared in the sky behind Dick. It flapped its wings, like a real eagle, but the entwined decorations and bright feathers, as well as the hazy eyes, proved his identity. .

That is a storm crow, that is a druid.

He hovered in the air for several weeks. After determining Dick’s position, he quickly rushed towards Dick’s direction. As he approached the mountain peak, green fluorescence appeared around his body, expanded, and finally Wrapped his body.

The deer helmet that has not been seen for a long time is still the same outfit. After the battle of the quicksand, the two have never contacted again. The deer helmet itself is not a passionate character. For years to find a way to resurrect his beloved son, let this great Drew Yi became deeper and more withdrawn.

"Are you going to fulfill your promise? Dick."

Deer Helmet’s voice was cold, but Dick didn’t care, he waved his hand.

"Yes, Archdruid, the time is almost here, and the opportunity I promised you is almost here."

Deer Helmet's brows frowned, he looked around, there was nothing nearby, he even felt that Dick was playing him?

But the Paladin didn't mean that at all. He explained it calmly.

"In order to protect every world with protoss, Titan uses infinite power to cover infinite timeline worlds for these worlds. Although you may not believe it, the world we are in is exactly that infinitely many worldlines. One in the world, the time of this world flows forward, like a winding river, but in some places, it will always form a seemingly impossible backflow."

"In the backflow of these times, everything that has happened may be changed, but it also has rules and things that will inevitably happen. Forcibly stopping it will only disrupt the timeline of the entire world and eventually lead to unclosed things. The emergence of time backflow will eventually lead to deviations in the entire river."

"But the emergence of these backflows is also an opportunity, especially for people like you who are eager to change death."

The Paladin raised his head and looked at the grave druid.

"Soon, an unexpected return of time will appear here, but I have to remind you, Deer Helmet, that is a gambling journey full of accidents, you may save Wallasthan, yours Poor son’s life, but it is also possible that nothing can be changed. You can only watch everything happen according to the original trajectory. And once you do something unforgivable in the backflow of time, the world will be with you. Funeral."

Dick’s voice was a bit tired,

"At that time, even if you save your son, he will still die with the world."

To be honest, many things that Dick said, even Stag Helmet was half-understood. The realm of time was too obscure for a mortal, but he understood the general meaning.

Although it was a bit weird, with Dick's current status, Stag Helmet didn't think he would deceive himself on this matter.

So he responded indifferently,

"Don't worry, I am not a lunatic who will drag everything to death. The main thing is to save Wallasthan. Everything is tolerable."

"But you may die! In the dangerous war of the ancients, anything may kill you, and you may even face Archimonde or even Sargeras yourself. You will be suspected and be yours. Your kin, imprisoned, expelled, and even exiled by the entire world by your elders."

Dick increased his tone, "You need to wait for nearly 10,000 years or even longer in that time to return to get that precious opportunity, and once you miss it in a long time, you even have the opportunity to come back. No more!"

"If so, would you still try?"

Hearing Dick’s question, Staghelm’s stiff face finally showed a hard smile.

"I'm willing... the world without Wallasthan is too cold, but it's life in exchange for life. I have already prepared for this. I even have to thank you for giving me this opportunity!"

"Hey…"

Dick saw the almost paranoid look in Staghelm’s eyes. He shook his head and stopped persuading him to talk about another thing.

"The portal of time returning will be opened recently, and the range will be within the entire Stonetalon Mountain Range. If I were you, I would pay close attention to the trail of Mage Ronin. You recognize him, but don't have close contact with them. It’s even better not to meet each other, after passing through time, don’t participate in any of their actions, except to save Wallasthan, don’t do anything that will change the course of history.

"Also, since you have decided to take an adventure doomed to death, then I need you to do me a favor."

"A trivial busy for you!"