The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Varian, I'm really Tiffin."

"Honey, can you please not... there are so many people watching!"

Looking at his still young wife in his arms, and seeing some things about her that were different from before... Varian gradually calmed down and fell into deep thought.

He couldn't believe it, nor did he dare to deny that the woman in his arms looked exactly like his own Tiffin.

However, his wife would never look at him with such controlling eyes, even if there was still tenderness in them.

In his memory, his own Tiffin would not be so bold, and Varian was so sure of his ideas.

Then, Varian's expression gradually changed. It was no longer filled with joy and excitement of regaining what he had lost, and his eyes became sharp.

"Dear Varian, are you okay? Let me..."

When Tiffin reached out to Varian, Varian, who had made a decision in his heart, grabbed her hands.

"Don't pretend! You are Katrana Prestor... Onyxia, my Tiffin can't be..."

"Do you hate me so much now, Varian Wrynn?"

However, Tiffin was able to break free from his restraints with just a little effort and stroked Varian's cheek.

Just like when they were alone together in the past, gently kneading the places that only she knew.

In the past, when Varian had a headache dealing with government affairs, she always sat beside him, gently rubbing his sore spots and helping him relieve the stress.

When Varian became a qualified king, he always tried to get her to help him with massages, and she was happy to do so.

Tiffin still remembered the time when Varian pretended to have a headache, quietly found her, hugged her from behind, and begged...

"Only my Tiffin knows that place. I...it must be that you have some of Tiffin's memories."

"Besides, my Tiffin doesn't have that much strength, evil dragon! You are definitely not..."

"Evil Dragon, I will never... admit that you are... my Tiffin, forever..."

With a loud slap, Varian, who began to speak incoherently, was knocked to the ground by Tiffin.

"Do you want to kill me so badly? Do you hate me so much? Do you doubt me so much?"

Looking at Varian lying on the ground, hesitant and in great pain, Tiffin's voice became lower and lower.

"Since you want her so much, I will fulfill your wish and send her to you."

Sad Tiffin grabbed Saramaine beside him, stood up and glanced at other acquaintances around him.

Some people are surprised and confused; some people are puzzled; some people are thinking hard; some people remain calm.

A trace of despair took root in her heart, grew vigorously, and in an instant became a towering tree.

Perhaps she shouldn't be in this world now. Most of her relatives and friends looked at her with disbelief.

She knew very well that she was not a pure Tiffin, and there were too many memories in her mind, which were too confusing for her to have time to sort everything out.

But her heart told her that she was now Tiffin, Varian's lover, the queen of Stormwind, her personality...

He glanced at the sword in his hand and felt the power in it. He could easily break it open and split it into two at any time, restoring its original appearance.

Perhaps this is the way to truly revive Tiffin, and her other side, Onyxia, should accept her own ending.

"I think I have found a solution to the problem. Since it gave me life, it should also end my life."

"Varian Wrynn, from this day forward you and I..."

"Tiffin, don't be impulsive. Maybe we can find another way."

"Perhaps the so-called evil dragon no longer exists. Now I believe that you are her."

"Don't be reckless. I just need time to accept it."

Hearing the voice in his ear, Varian could no longer bear the impulse in his heart. He followed his instinct and stopped Tiffin from doing that.

His intuition told him that if he didn't stop her from doing this now, he would regret it and he would lose the love of his heart forever.

"You're talking about her, not me."

"Varian, you never paid any attention to me."

"No, I… Tiffin, that's not what I meant."

"That's what you mean. I've had enough of you, Varian..."

Tiffin pushed Varian away with determination, and with a strong force, the sword in his hand broke into two.

Unfortunately, nothing happened and Tiffin is still the same Tiffin.

"Impossible, I should be able to be liberated."

Tiffin couldn't accept the reality for a moment, she lost her strength and was heartbroken.

"Please forgive my rudeness, Tiffin."

"The person I love is always you. You are yourself, and you are no one else."

"Please don't belittle yourself and don't be sad."

When she was about to fall, Varian stood up, hugged her and spoke to comfort her.

"Tiffin, you just need to remember that I will keep the oath I made for you."

"As long as I, Varian, am alive, I will stay by your side and never leave you."

"Anduin missed you, Tiffin."

"You must not be depressed. Anduin and I cannot bear the pain of losing you."

"Varian, I feel... um..."

In response, Varian did not say anything, but proved his intentions with his actions.

No matter what Tiffin had experienced or gained, she was just the woman who still loved him deeply.

Her actions proved everything to Varian that she was no one else.

He could feel the emotions of his wife in his arms. It was the sword that connected him and her, allowing him to understand Tiffin's emotions.

Varian was no longer confused. He should open his heart to his wife.

After a long kiss, when they separated, all that was left was the inseparable love and longing between the man and woman.

"Here is your sword, dear."

Tiffin's face was now as red as a rose blooming passionately.

She clasped the twin swords in her hands, gave a delicate cry, and placed Salamaine in Varian's hands.

"My dear, it is your sword too, so you should keep it for me."

"Don't talk nonsense. You are the knight guarding me. You must have a suitable sharp blade to kill the enemies who want to humiliate me."

Tiffin kissed Varian's lips gently, and with a calm expression, she closed his fingers and helped him hold the hilt of Saramaine's sword.

"If this is your wish, then I will hold this sword and protect you with my life, just as I did in the past."

"My big fool, you must not only protect me, but also Anduin and our people, and even our compatriots in the Alliance."

"I am proud of you, my king."

"I am also happy because of you, my queen."

"I, Varian Wrynn, am your sword and shield. I have always been, I am now, and I always will be."

In an instant, Varian burst out with a terrifying power, and anger like the sun emerged from him.

At this moment, Varian, who had regained his beloved wife, had an epiphany, and together with his warriors, he moved further.

Although he has not reached the legendary level, what is blocking Varian is just a thin layer of window paper. When will it be broken?

Witnessing Varian's epiphany with his own eyes, Arthas felt a pang in his heart. So his elder brother is the protagonist?

Everything I worked hard for, my elder brother has got now. I can’t be envious. I have to be strong, Arthas thought to himself with self-mockery.

"As expected, Varian, you are my pride, my best and most powerful husband."

"Ahem... Sorry, I have to bother you for a moment."

"Since the two of you have reconciled, shouldn't we get down to business?"

Arthas, who was sitting on two thrones, coughed lightly and gently reminded Varian and Tiffin to pay attention to the occasion.

He was very panicked, afraid that he would mess up again and if someone died, Jaina would beat him up first.

It was definitely not Arthas's conscience that was condemning him. He was not blaming Jaina for the sake of his so-called self-esteem.

At this moment, Arthas was thinking, I don’t know whether what I am doing is good or bad.

From the time when the resurrection spell was invented to the time when this spell was cast, Arthas only used it seven times, including this time. This was the first time he encountered such a situation.

The moment he used the resurrection spell on Tiffin's face, causing them to merge, he was very panicked. He blamed himself for having good intentions but ended up doing something bad.

When the two of them were quarreling just now, he wanted to tell Varian not to be confused...

Fortunately, it seemed that Varian and Tiffin resolved their emotional dispute in no time and immediately reconciled.

"Arthas Menethil, you are truly my good brother."

With a serious expression, Varian strode over and grabbed Arthas, who was about to stand up and run away from the throne, and lifted him up in one go.

"At this point, do you have anything else to say?"

"Varian Wrynn, what do you want to do to me? At least your Tiffin is back, right?"

"I tried my best, but..."

After covering Arthas' mouth, Jaina opened her eyes wide and looked at Varian with an innocent and pitiful look.

"Varian, please calm down. Isn't Sister Tiffin back? This is something to be happy about."

"If there is nothing else, can you please let Arthas down first?"

"I promise on Arthas' behalf that next time I will definitely..."

"There won't be a next time, Varian. Don't listen to Jaina's nonsense."

He quickly stopped Jaina from saying this and protected Jaina behind him.

Brother Varian, if you have any problem, please come to me.

It's all my fault. I don't need Jaina to defend me. She is my best daughter-in-law, no doubt about it.

I must avoid this kind of thing from happening again when I am resurrected. Damn it! If I do this again, I will not forgive myself, okay?

"I don't blame you, Arthas. It's the surprise you said it was. I'm very happy."

"Actually what I want to say is, thank you, my good brother."

"Thank you for bringing Tiffin back to me."

"Thank you, Anduin has his mother again."

So that's it, Varian gave Arthas a hug between men and said excitedly.

Feeling Varian's sincere gratitude, Arthas calmed down. It was a good thing that he was not here to beat him.

Why are you talking so much? You are indeed my good brother, Varian!

I should have done nothing wrong... Yes, I just did something insignificant, it's all your fault, brother...

"I didn't expect that they were just like us in the past, Ryan. I hope you can see this, too."

Several elders not far away couldn't help but sigh when they saw this harmonious and friendly brotherhood.

"Brother, as long as you are happy, may the holy light bless you."

"The love between you two can be described as a match made in heaven. It is the love between you that moves heaven and earth."

"It brought me strength, so that I could use the power of Holy Light to revive Sister-in-law Tiffin."

Faced with his eldest brother's repeated thanks, Arthas quickly changed the subject, saying that it can only be used once a month and requires legendary strength.

If I hadn't just activated the ability of the suit and temporarily increased my strength to the legendary level, I really wouldn't be able to perform the invincible resurrection technique.

It seems that I must quietly perform the resurrection spell within the scope of my own ability.

Otherwise, people will ask me to revive their relatives and friends every day, and I will be exhausted to death.

In my own plan, there are still many people who have not been resurrected! Azeroth has too many regrets, and I need them to fight against the enemies with me.

No, it should be being accused of being a liar and having one's reputation ruined.

"Yes! You are right, Arthas."

"Thank you, Holy Light, the Supreme Holy Light! May you bless us."

"Please wish everyone present here, as well as the people of the alliance, a lifetime of happiness and health, and a smooth and fulfilling life."

Varian prayed loudly to the Holy Light, but what he was thinking in his heart was, if I had known that praying to the Holy Light would bring miracles, I would be willing to pray every day.

"Varian, you seem to be thinking the wrong way."

"I'll give you something. Take it back and have a look. It's not what you think. Really..."

"Brother, I did not misread you."

"I will definitely do as you tell me. When I get back and have time, I will open it and read it immediately."

Snatching the note from Arthas' hand, Varian happily gave his younger brother a warm hug.

"Brother, we have something else to do."

"Let's talk about it when we have time, okay?"

"Of course, Arthas."

Finally, after getting rid of Varian, Arthas regained his long-lost freedom.

He missed it so much that Arthas thought he would lose it completely today.

Encountering such twists and turns, he was extremely panicked and scared to death.

"My prince, I am so happy! I will treat you to a bucket of milk tea."

It’s fine if you asked me to give you the note, but I didn’t do it right away...well...it’s definitely not me who’s jealous!

"Jaina, what is the price?"

"The price is to finish it, my favorite Alsace!"

Seeing the red bucket of milk tea bubbling with heat, Arthas no longer hesitated, picked it up and sipped it slowly.

"It's warm! It tastes delicious! It tastes like watermelon!"

"I'll try too!"

So, Jaina leaned over and tasted the milk tea she had heated up.

“Isn’t it delicious?”

"Of course, after all, it is the craftsmanship of Her Royal Highness the Princess."

That's right, Jaina didn't put anything else in it, she just heated it up slightly.

The raw materials were provided by Arthas, and she was Arthas's kind and virtuous wife.