The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

On an arena in Lordaeron, two young men in blue and white training suits were doing warm-up exercises before the battle.

The two people with long flowing hair put their hands together, stretched their joints, made crackling sounds, and made a universal gesture of provocation to each other.

There were six spectators under the ring, sitting steadily on stone chairs around a stone table.

There were thirteen plates of barbecue and more than ten bottles of iced drinks on the stone table.

Among them, Glacial Frenzy and Soranos were busy learning how to barbecue, and their ignorant eyes exuded wisdom.

Wudi and Jinhui looked straight at the two soldiers in front of them, snorting from time to time to show encouragement.

Who are the four people who got up so early in the morning? It's still light!

"Now that we have eaten and drunk our fill, let's fight it out."

"I have had this thought for a long time, Arthas."

Arthas and Varian, exuding a fierce aura, took off their swords, put them in the weapon racks beside them, and assumed a starting stance at the same time.

Arthas threw several punches into the air in a row to demonstrate to Varian that he was fearless after trying so hard for so long.

We are both masters, and if he doesn't compete with Varian to see who is better, how can he justify the miserable experiences he has experienced along the way?

I, Arthas Menethil, refuse to acknowledge your claims that you are the destined king of Azeroth. My destiny is determined by myself.

Varian Wrynn, our fateful battle has begun.

In response, Varian stood proudly with his arms folded across his chest, grinned, and glanced sideways at Arthas, showing the carefree and relaxed attitude of a master.

Although you have helped me a lot, it is only natural for an elder brother to beat his younger brother. Let me guide you, my stupid brother.

Arrogance requires capital, which you just don't have.

On the contrary, I have enough capital!

The paladin who was knocked down by a punch from the fel mecha is too weak. You chose the wrong profession, Arthas Menethil.

"Please listen carefully, both of you on the stage. The free duel will officially begin in five seconds!"

"Peace is the most important thing. Please don't kill me."

"Otherwise, the consequences will be serious."

"Finally, let me emphasize again that friendship comes first."

In this cool weather, two dignified and elegant female hosts, Jaina and Jialiya, were explaining the rules before the game while drinking iced fat house happy water in the audience.

As for why Tiffin didn't come, it was because she was tied up with something and couldn't watch the game.

"five!"

The two contestants on the ring began to gather their strength and prepare to go.

"Four!"

Apart from the host's sweet voice, the only sound on the stage was heavy breathing.

"three!"

The four mounts in the audience shouted loudly to add to the atmosphere.

"two!"

The two contestants took a step forward at the same time, and the momentum they exuded seemed to shake the earth.

"one!"

"The game officially begins!"

Whoosh! Bang! Two figures like meteors collided with each other in the middle of the ring, leaving only a cloud of floating dust.

Boom! Varian grabbed Arthas's right arm with his backhand, then stepped on Arthas's left foot with his right foot, but was blocked by Arthas' left knee.

Bang! Using his left foot to push Varian away, Arthas used his left uppercut to hit Varian's jaw, and Varian quickly swung his right fist to block the blow.

Bang! There was nothing strange going on. It was just that Jaina and Jialiya in the audience drank a glass.

After finishing the cup in one gulp, they turned around and continued to watch the fierce battle on the ring.

"You have no moral principles. We were fighting each other with fists, but you kicked me."

"Arthas, your elder brother, I will tell you a truth today."

"On the battlefield, as long as you can defeat your opponent, you have sufficient martial virtue."

"Varian, you have changed. You have become so strange."

"Brother! It's all because of the example you set! I have no choice but to strive for improvement. Watch out!"

"Do you think I'm afraid of you, Varian?"

He took two steps back to avoid Varian's four kicks, crossed his fists to block Varian's heavy left punch, and took a moment of free time to challenge him.

"Haha, you're not bad, can you withstand this move of mine?"

Varian retracted his fist, turned around, and swung his left leg, kicking Arthas in the head.

Then Arthas stepped back to avoid the attack, and Varian used the momentum to swing his right leg again, using inertia to kick Arthas eight times in a row.

Forcing Arthas to make repeated blocking moves, he was barely able to stop Varian's attack.

In a moment, Arthas, who was trying his best to defend, saw a flaw in Varian's attack, and quickly stepped forward and hit Varian's abdomen with a left hook.

"Arthas, your boxing skills are not good enough!"

It turned out that Varian grabbed Arthas' left fist with his right hand, then hooked Arthas' right leg with his left foot, causing him to lose his balance and then quickly and accurately returned an elbow strike.

He knocked Arthas to the ground with an elbow, then disarmed him with a backhand, making him crawl on the ground unable to struggle.

"Are you convinced? Arthas Menethil."

"I don't accept it! If you have the guts, pick up your weapon and fight me again."

I have been practicing with Jaina in Maiev form for so long, how come I can't even beat Varian?

I was defeated by him in less than three minutes in a boxing competition. It was so embarrassing... I lost face in front of my elder sister and wife.

However, I seem to be used to being beaten every day... No! I am a Paladin, I will never admit defeat!

By the way, Brother Dan, you are too weak. You are a hunter with more than 10,000 years of experience.

Also, I have experienced your fighting instincts for so long, but you are still unable to defeat a master warrior.

So, is it you who is not good enough, or is it me who is not good enough? This is a very outrageous question.

"I'm not good at boxing and kicking, but my swordsmanship can definitely compete with yours."

"Okay! I'll convince you."

After untying the shackles on Arthas, Varian stood up, clapped his hands, and loudly agreed to Arthas' request.

"My brother was defeated so easily? Jaina."

"Um... Jialiya, maybe Arthas is really not good at this."

"Aren't you worried at all that Arthas will lose? Sister, my brother is devoted to you!"

"Um...can we change the subject, sis?"

"I remembered something, Jialiya, you haven't tried this drink yet!"

Jaina, who was already accustomed to Arthas being beaten, thought deeply for a second before quickly inserting the straw into the orange-flavored happy water to change the subject.

"I've never drunk it before. Thanks, Jaina."

While Calia and Jaina were enjoying themselves, Arthas had already grasped the power of Menethil.

"Arthas, I think I need to remind you."

"You have to understand that my Saramine can be separated into two swords. If you don't concentrate, it is very likely..."

"That's enough! Varian, let's fight. I want you to have a taste of my power."

In response to Varian's well-intentioned reminder, Arthas still stubbornly said, I don't need you to hold back.

"Do you want me to give you some slack, Arthas? Your performance just now was indeed a little unsatisfactory."

Facing the aggressive Arthas in front of him, Varian always felt that his younger brother would be defeated by him again.

While trying to come up with a fairer method, he gained a lot of confidence from the fact that he had just defeated Arthas in just two minutes.

"Enough of that nonsense, Varian Wrynn. Take this from me."

I have the power of seven forms of Menethil. How can a mere grandmaster-level warrior like you possibly be able to defeat me, your grandpa!

"Knife? It's obviously a sword! Are you kidding me? That's hilarious!"

Looking at Arthas rushing towards him with a sword in hand, Varian laughed and swung his sword to meet him.

"I'll let you taste my Menethil swordsmanship, which the Holy Light has bestowed upon me..."

"Brother, it feels like a long time since we last met. You underestimate me."

Varian teleported behind Arthas, who was about to sing praises to the holy light, and was ready to kill Arthas with a sword.

As a result, Arthas quickly sheathed his sword and easily blocked Varian's sneak attack with his backhand.

Clang! The sound of two swords clashing rang out.

"Aren't you a warrior? Varian, how come you also know the mage's blink?"

"Arthas, my foolish brother, don't you know the benefits of having a good wife at home?"

"That's wrong. Would I say something like this before? How come I changed in less than two days after meeting you?"

"You are going too far! You underestimate me, Varian."

Arthas, who was instantly furious, knocked Varian, who was showing off his wife, away with a sword, and turned the sword into a gun and stabbed Varian in the chest.

If I hadn't helped you, it wouldn't have been so pleasant when you were split into two by Onyxia's magic, my dear brother.

"Brother, if I hadn't known in advance that your weapon could change its form, I might have suffered a loss."

Varian pushed Saramaine away, stood firm with two swords in hand, and swung his sword to block the angry shot from Arthas.

"Varian, do you remember? There is no limit to our single challenge."

"Arthas, I just learned this spell and I just tried it out reluctantly."

Seeing Arthas preparing to use the power of earth, Varian hurriedly advised him not to.

He knew very well that the brother in front of him was not only possessed by the power of holy light, but also controlled the power of the earth.

The previous battle on the Frozen Throne and the magical earth control operation not long ago have made Varian want to retreat.

The two moves just now have proved that Arthas's swordsmanship and spearmanship are still good. At least Varian is doing his best to deal with it and dare not be negligent.

"You should have some martial ethics. Can't we fight each other with holy light and anger?"

"You have to cheat by using the power of elements. I have only just started learning arcane magic!"

"Brother, I also want to tell you something."

"No one will fight you fairly on the battlefield, do you understand? Hahaha!"

Looking at Varian, whose entire body except his head was in close contact with the ring, Arthas couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Alright, Arthas."

"Let me out now. It's rare for me to take the time to come to Lordaeron."

"Okay, okay, Varian, I'll let you out right now."

After untying the restraints on Varian, Arthas reached out and pulled Varian up.

"Varian, you are a king now."

"Do you really have time to come to Lordaeron? I don't think that's possible. Could something have happened in Stormwind City?"

Varian immediately gave an explanation for Arthas' question.

"You're the one who brought Tiffin back, Arthas."

"Yeah! What does this have to do with you taking the time to come to Lordaeron?"

"The problem is, when I was not interested in politics and was drinking to drown my sorrows, she was the one who basically took care of things."

"She also reviewed many memorials. Isn't it a coincidence that after I returned, I was ready to do my job, but she picked me up and put me aside to watch."

Putting his arm around Arthas' shoulders, Varian told him the truth.

If someone hadn't helped him handle government affairs and completed them beautifully, he wouldn't have been able to come to Lordaeron to compete with Arthas with peace of mind.

It has been a long time since he last experienced such a relaxed and leisurely life. Varian feels very satisfied with the current situation and is enjoying retirement in advance.

"So, this is why you have nothing better to do than come to Lordaeron to fight me?"

"I suddenly remembered something, Varian, I want to congratulate you."

"What is it? Arthas, I still need you to congratulate me specially."

"As you tell it, Varian, you have a father who is a schemer, a mother who is an avenger, and a brother who is a scholar."

"what?"

While Varian was puzzled, Tiffin, who was far away in Stormwind City handling government affairs, was teaching Anduin.

"Your Majesty, are you asking too much of Anduin?"

"You've come just in time, Bolvar. Anduin needs you to explain the way of the Light to him."

"Ah! Why?"

Anduin, who was studying hard with a book at one side, and Bolvar, who was holding a stack of memorials below, said this in unison.

"Time is of the essence, Bolvar."

"During the time I was away, during the time when Varian became depressed, I discovered that Anduin had a special talent for the Holy Light."

"We can't let Anduin waste his talent, Holy Light! For Anduin's future, I must strictly supervise his education from now on."

"what?"