foreigner's journey

Chapter 1679 Game, Rewards

King Varian's wife was named Tiffin Ellian Wrynn.

Tiffin's marriage was a means for her family to rise to the nobility. She and Varian initially disliked each other, but eventually they became a harmonious and inseparable couple.

The couple's personalities complemented each other. Tiffany helped Varian control his temper and taught him economics, while Varian guided Tiffany in politics and social etiquette.

Queen Tiffin was deeply loved by the people and was one of the strongest supporters of paying the stonemasons' wages in full as agreed. Unfortunately, she was killed by a flying stone during a riot caused by the stonemasons' guild, plunging Varian into deep depression. Tiffin's death became a haunting nightmare for Varian.

Even after going through so much, and with Valera by his side, Varian still often woke up in the middle of the night, longing for Tiffin's face in his dreams, and couldn't fall back asleep for a long time.

And now, there he was, right there in front of Varian!

“Tiffin…is it really you?” Varian suddenly stood up from his chair, staggered around the long table and ran toward Tiffin, only to find that he had missed him.

Even though it was right in front of him, Varian couldn't touch Tiffin's hand at all.

“Varian, I am now merely the Tiffany you remember, a material form that is more real than a soul and more illusory than a physical body.”

By the grace of the great star god, I am able to meet you for a time… You bear many more wounds, but you have become more resolute and more like a worthy king than when I died.”

Tiffin looked at Varian with eyes full of love and said softly:
"Anduin, our son, is he alright?"

"Anduin has grown into a real man. Stephen, Anduin and I miss you very much."

Varian looked at Tiffin with red eyes, clutching the Resurrection Stone tightly in his hand, not daring to let go.

Tiffin raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of his eye. As if sensing something, his speech quickened: "Varian, the Great Star God is going to hold a game. But I don't want you to participate; it's far too dangerous. I'm already very happy to have seen you. Promise me you'll take good care of Anduin, okay?"

As she spoke, the color on her body began to fade, like mist about to dissipate.

"Tiffin! Please, don't go!" Varian's voice was frantic. "What... what should I do?"

Tiffin opened and closed her mouth but no sound came out, and the color on her body grew lighter and lighter. In the end, she could only wave slowly to Varian with tears in her eyes and disappear completely.

Varian stood there stunned for several seconds before looking down at his outstretched palm, where the resurrection stone had turned into pale dust.

It wasn't just Varian who saw his deceased wife; other faction leaders also saw different visions.

High Tinker Mekkatorque saw the dwarf civilians who died when Gnomeregan fell.

Thrall, the former Warchief of the Horde, saw Talesa, the only human girl who showed him gentleness and kindness when he was enslaved and whom Thrall regarded as an older sister.

The Tauren chieftain Baine Bloodhoof saw his father, Cairne Bloodhoof, who died in a vile gladiatorial fight and was known as the greatest chieftain in Tauren history.

Archmage Jaina Proudmoore knelt on the ground, weeping and repenting for Daelin Proudmoore, the Kul Tiran naval commander who had died because of her.

The Priestess of the Moon, Tyrande, and the Archdruid Malfurion saw a shared sorrow—that of Malfurion's brother, Illidan Stormrage. Of course, their perceptions of Illidan differed, seemingly influenced by their own personal biases.

Leaving aside Malfurion's situation, Illidan, standing before Tyrande, had reverted to his appearance as a night elf from ten thousand years ago, before he was corrupted by fel energy and demonic power. His amber eyes gazed affectionately at Tyrande, and he spoke in a low, husky voice, "Oh... Tyrande, you are still like a ray of moonlight, illuminating my heart."

"Illidan, what on earth happened?"

"The Star God wants you to play a game, and the winner will receive an unprecedentedly generous reward."

But Tyrande, be careful... this victory will not be easily achieved. You must not participate; let your brother go.

Time's up, and I so wish I could gaze into your eyes a little longer.

You are the love of my life, Tyrande, I will never regret it.

After uttering his last words, Illidan vanished into mist and dissipated with the wind, leaving Tyrande standing there, lost in thought.

Nearby, Malfurion was still shouting at the empty space, "What do you mean by 'a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung'? Wait a minute, Illidan, you're not leaving until you've finished speaking!"

One by one, all the faction leaders regained their senses and looked at the Star God on the throne in the main hall with complicated expressions.

Heather clapped her hands with a grin: "That was wonderful! Everyone's love life is so rich! Several couples almost made me cry. Yes, I'm talking about you and Taresa, Sal."

Thrall, whose name was called, first bowed to Heather on the throne, then said loudly, "Great Star Goddess, Talesa told me that you wish to host a unique game. I wonder if our Horde will have the opportunity to compete against the leaders of the Alliance?"

"Of course I do, otherwise why would I have called you here?" Heather snapped her fingers, and a huge 3D electronic screen immediately appeared in the hall.

As everyone looked up, they were astonished to find that the list contained numerous three-dimensional images and names of hideous demons, followed by a string of different numbers.

"The Burning Legion is about to invade Azeroth again, and this time it will not be a small-scale attack, but a full-scale invasion."

Sargeras and the Burning Legion have only one goal: to completely seize Azeroth and destroy all life on the planet.

In response, I provided the Alliance with starship design plans and, with the assistance of the Bronze Dragonflight and the Infinite Dragonflight, enabled the Alliance to establish a starship army that belonged only to Azeroth.

The two sides' starship combat capabilities are even, but what about the individual combat capabilities?

Heather pointed to the hideous demons on the screen:
"The Burning Legion is not only powerful in terms of starships, but also in terms of the power of its demon generals who gather great strength within themselves. Each of them has the power to fight against thousands of enemies or even destroy an entire starship single-handedly."

Sounds pretty impressive, doesn't it? I wonder if the children of Azeroth possess enough power to rival these demons?
Now, I want to play a game with you.

Heather waved her finger, and the numbers after the demons' names immediately highlighted:

"Look, each demon general and leader has a corresponding score after their name. The higher the score, the more difficult the demon is to deal with."

Next, if you can personally kill or capture these demon generals, you will receive corresponding points from me. These points can be used to redeem rewards, and the person with the highest points at the end of this war will be the ultimate winner.

At this moment, Chromie stood on tiptoe and raised her little hand. Heather immediately pointed at her and asked, "Chromie, what's wrong?"

"Great Star God, I want to ask what rewards can be redeemed with the points, and what benefits the final winner will receive?"

Chromie asked the question that everyone was most concerned about.

Heather gave a mysterious smile and beckoned with her finger, and immediately a second electronic screen lit up, this time displaying a long, densely packed list.

And at the very top of the list was a reward that drove everyone crazy—

【resurrection】.

(End of this chapter)