"Orc, you will regret facing me." King Varian Wrynn had originally thought his opponent would be either Horde Warchief Thrall or Rend Blackhand, but it turned out to be Garrosh Hellscream. Yet he no longer cared about that. All he wanted now was to kill the brown-skinned Orc before him and wash away the stain the Horde had placed upon Alliance honor.
Garrosh Hellscream twisted his neck, producing a series of cracks. Ever since learning from Rend that the Alliance had smeared plague upon the sacred Mak'gora ritual, Little Roar had been suppressing his fury. He wanted to use Gorehowl to cut down King Varian's emblem.
During their first clash in Eldre'Thalas, they had been stopped by the Guardian Med'an and had not been able to continue. This time, both men wanted to Execute the other here.
"Come!" Garrosh roared and charged at King Varian. The muscles in his exceptionally powerful arms bulged, and Gorehowl seemed to sing a Warsong as it swung.
Although King Varian stood at the pinnacle among humans, surpassing a powerful Orc in raw strength was nearly impossible. So, Varian chose to defend during their initial clash, intending to seize an opening and counterattack afterward.
Gorehowl and Shalamayne collided for the second time. Garrosh's heavy blow made King Varian's arms feel numb and sore.
Then the two began their true battle.
In terms of combat techniques, King Varian Wrynn, who had systematically received the Alliance's finest martial training, was undoubtedly superior. In strength, Garrosh was unquestionably stronger. Thus, the two were evenly matched.
Originally, Varian Wrynn had tempered himself in the slave arena and gained even greater power. Now, however, he had never entered the slave arena. He had merely formed an adventuring party with Rend, leaving him somewhat weaker than his historical counterpart and lacking