"..."
When the upheaval and tremors between heaven and earth finally stopped, Death Knight Varian, who had still been battling Uther the Lightbringer, Alexandros Mograine, Dathrohan, and the other Paladins just before the Cataclysm struck, quickly grew furious!
Because,
That damned Black Dragon, who had suddenly gone berserk for some unknown reason, had destroyed at least half of the Undead forces under his command. It had also scattered and burned his Undead army, and on top of destroying his floating fortress, Naxxramas, it had turned Lordaeron into a lake city that was easy to defend and hard to attack. How could he not be enraged by such a reversal, one that had nearly ruined everything he had worked for?
He had originally thought he could wipe out Lordaeron in one fell swoop that very day, then go on to destroy Dalaran and completely eliminate all resistance on the continent of Lordaeron. But now, after suffering enormous losses and with those dragons joining the fight, things no longer seemed so easy.
So, after the Lich King sent the order to retreat for the time being, he decided that before leaving, he could first slaughter the Paladins and the remaining Alliance soldiers stranded outside the isolated Lordaeron City, then turn them into Death Knights under his command.
"!!"
"You're all going to die!!"
The Lich King Varian roared. Holding Frostmourne, the Magic Sword wreathed in deathly cold, he charged forward on horseback. With a single blow, he knocked Uther from his horse. But instead of finishing him off, he pressed on, and in just two strikes sent flying the Paladin who had raised the detestable Ashbringer and challenged him on foot. Then he continued his charge, brutally cutting down and knocking aside the Paladins charging toward him, before roaring and charging at