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Chapter 295 Death Artifact
Varian, who returned to his residence, felt a little irritable. On the one hand, he was a little moved. Tenaris was undoubtedly his enemy. He originally wanted to endure it and find a way to restore the country first, but now such a perfect opportunity appeared In front of his eyes, his originally firm heart could not help but shake a little.

But he didn't trust that Godwin, so what if he was favored by the Holy Light? All the forces in the alliance kept shouting for justice and glory, but when it came to interests, they revealed their true colors.

If he really tried to assassinate Tenaris, what if Godwin turned his face in the end, then the Kingdom of Stormwind would really be doomed.

He hesitated again and again, and decided to go out for a walk first.

Called a servant, "Take me to the refugee camp in the Kingdom of Stormwind."

The refugee shelter is located between the towns north of Lordaeron.

A large stretch of tents stretched for more than ten kilometers. The Kingdom of Stormwind lost a large number of people in the war, and countless civilians were massacred. However, a large number of civilians hid in Stormwind City, and were subsequently evacuated to various parts of the alliance along with the fleet. Within the kingdom, the Kingdom of Arathi, the Kingdom of Alterac, the Kingdom of Dalaran... Of course, the Kingdom of Lordaeron received the most refugees, with hundreds of thousands of refugees.

Walking in the refugee camp, Varian felt heavy. The fleet couldn't remove too many things. Most of the civilians came here alone, with only their belongings.

Fortunately, King Tenaris seemed to be very concerned about these refugees, and sent many eunuchs with a lot of food and supplies to appease these civilians.

Seeing Varian walk in, people cast surprised glances one after another.

"It's Your Highness Varian!"

"It's 'Storm God of War' Prince Varian!" - Yes, Varian also has his own exclusive title, 'Storm God of War'.

"Oh my god it really is Prince Varian."

"My gods, prince, you have finally come to see us!"

People gathered together one after another.

Varian no longer concealed his identity when he saw it.

He waved at the people, and they returned the salute.

Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "Your Majesty has sacrificed, His Royal Highness, lead us to fight back!"

"Yes, Your Highness, let me join your army!"

"We want to avenge the king! Your Highness, we are willing to follow you!"

King Lane's popular support is still very high, especially the ending where he personally defended the city and finally fought to the death, which cast a layer of tragic heroic color on his voice.

As for Varian, the people of Stormwind Kingdom are also new.

Varian couldn't help but feel excited when he heard the voices around him. He climbed onto a high platform and shouted loudly.

Varian (Prince of Storm): "The people of the Stormwind Kingdom, I, Varian, swear that I will lead you back to Stormwind City, drive those evil and filthy orcs out of our land, and let the Stormwind Kingdom rise again!
Although the father is gone, his spirit will always be with us!When the war starts again, I will definitely step on the battlefield again. When that day comes, I welcome each of you to fight side by side with me. "

The cheers were loud, and the fumin officials all changed their faces when they saw it, and they were going to go back to give a small report.

When the cheers finally died down, Varian waved goodbye to his people.

On the way back to Lordaeron, Varian felt a little heavy in his heart. He knew that doing so would arouse Tenaris' suspicion, but at this moment, he had to do it.

Soon he returned to the city of Lordaeron, but he was not in a hurry to return to the palace, but walked towards the Adventurer's Guild.

Now he only has less than a thousand soldiers in his hands. Whether it is restoring the country or building an army, it is necessary to recruit some adventurers.

However, when he came to the entrance of the Adventurer's Guild, he saw a familiar figure, a balding middle-aged mage, and that person was Kel'Thuzad.

Varian (The Storm Prince): "Master Kel'Thuzad? Why are you here?"

Kel'Thuzad (Archmage): "Ah, it's His Royal Highness Varian. It's a masterpiece of fate to meet you here. I'm sorry about the matter with King Lane. He is a real king...

Varian nodded, already a little numb to everyone's comfort.

"Why are you here, did you come to the meeting as an envoy from Dalaran?"

Kel'Thuzad's expression was a bit awkward, "Actually, I am no longer a member of the Dalaran Council. To be precise, I have been expelled from Dalaran."

Varian was a little surprised, "What? What happened?"

Kel'Thuzad couldn't help showing an angry expression, "Just because of a proposal, I propose to train a large number of psychics and use psychic skills to summon the army of undead to fight against the orcs. You must know that the war between the Alliance and the Horde will inevitably bring a lot of casualties , and these corpses are potential armies, if used properly, they can even summon a huge army of hundreds of thousands, which will definitely be of great help to the war.

The number of alliance troops is less than that of the tribes, and the kingdoms are not united. If we can't increase our strength as much as possible, how can we win? However, those short-sighted guys in the Dalaran council have no idea what we are facing enemy.

Open and shut are 'the dignity of the dead', 'the honor of the mage', hum, what a bunch of idiots, only the victors have dignity and honor to speak of. "

After hearing this, Varian felt quite complicated. If it was changed in the past, he would not be able to accept this kind of thing. Defilement of the body of the deceased is definitely a matter of honor. Even if he died, he would not be able to do such a thing. Come.

However, having personally experienced the tragic battle of Stormwind City, he knew that what Kel'Thuzad said was right, only the victors were eligible to talk about dignity and honor.

Once defeated, everything is over.

But he didn't say anything, just nodded in agreement.

"So where is Master Kel'Thuzad going?"

"I'm leaving Lordaeron. The council doesn't allow me to use necromancy, so it's meaningless for me to stay. I'm going to the Northrend continent in the north to find the legendary death artifact." Kel'Thuzad Excitement and longing flashed in his eyes.

"Death Artifact? What is that? You once said that that thing can change the outcome of a war. Does it really have such powerful power?"

Kel'Thuzad nodded solemnly: "That's right, if it really exists, it must have such a powerful force. The Explorer's Association has sent a lot of news from the north that something is happening on the ancient Northrend continent. The dead vrykul crawled out of their graves, undead raged on the frozen soil, and a powerful force was awakening.

I'm not sure what that is, but it's definitely something to do with the Death Artifact.

Legend has it that in the long time when there are no written records, humans have not yet appeared at that time, the ancestors of humans - Vrykul, lived on the Northrend continent in the north, they worshiped the power of dragons, formed allies with dragons, and Established a powerful ancient vrykul empire.

However, a terrible disaster destroyed the empire overnight, and only some remote tribes survived. After years of investigation, I finally found a part of the truth about the disaster.

It is said that the ancient Vrykul were very powerful. The empire they established ruled most of Northrend. The Vrykul emperor was so arrogant that he wanted to fight against the gods and seize their power.

The tyrant gathered a large group of psychics and performed an ancient ritual to summon a god from another world, the god of death from the underworld.

He wants to defeat death by defeating the god of death, and then seize the authority of the god of death.

He led the most powerful Vrykul warriors to attack the summoned God of Death. The Vrykul are worthy of being the most powerful warriors. They fought bravely, and it is said that they really gained the upper hand for a time. However, the power of the gods How can it be so easy to fight against.

When Reaper was slain, a destructive force unleashed within Reaper nearly razed the capital of the Vrykul Empire to the ground. "

"Kill—the god of death! You mean that the god of death was really killed?" Varian couldn't believe it. Such a thing as killing a god is really a fantasy to him.

It is possible if it is a demigod, but can the true god be killed?
Kel'Thuzad shook his head, "This is not certain. There are always various versions of ancient legends, which were added to the story in the process of being passed on. Maybe what the Vrykul summoned was not Death at all, but a powerful The Shadowlands creatures, or maybe they didn't kill the god, it was just an arrogant claim.

Of course, there is also a possibility that they really killed the god of death, but since they are gods of death, they must have the power to control death, so maybe death is nothing to the god of death at all.

In short, the ceremony ended with the fall of the vrykul empire.

But the god of death was indeed expelled from this world, and left behind three death artifacts.

The crown of dominion - it is said that it seals the knowledge of the god of death using the power of death, the mysteries of countless necromantic magic.

Frostmourne - a magic sword that can seal the souls of the slain and control them. As long as you have this sword, you can summon an army of the dead.

The third thing is a mystery. No one knows what it is, but it is said that it is the greatest secret of Death.As long as you master it, you can control death.

(End of this chapter)