Twin Blades

Broxigar's attempt to save the Lord failed, and Blackrock Lord died.

The Elf army was leaderless. The assassin tilted his head and quipped, "I originally had another mission, which was to bring you back." He pointed at Nathanos. "But I won't do that. I'll eliminate you for the Queen."

"Were you sent by Azshara to assassinate Ravencrest?" Nathanos stopped Broxigar, who was about to subdue Varos. The Orcs was puzzled as to why he would ask such a question that he already knew the answer to.

"Besides the Queen? Who else can order me around?" Varos said, his mocking expression gone.

He took a step closer to the Undead, which was exactly what the latter wanted: what Varos had just said had been heard by many Elf and revealed the queen's true identity to others.

"Broxigar, go find Garrid and all the leaders who can command troops, and have them lead everyone back to Blackrock Spire."

"And what about you?"

Nathanos sneered, "As you can see, I have some... personal matters to attend to."

Broxigar turned and glared at Varos. "Make him pay!"

After the Orcs left, Varos continued, glaring at him fiercely again, "The Queen cares about you."

The Night Elf's eyes were filled with jealousy, which made Nathanos both amused and exasperated. "What he cares about is why a corpse can still move."

"So I will help Her Majesty dispel her doubts, and the best way is to make you disappear."

"Look around you," Nathanos said, spreading his hands. "Hundreds of Elf have died because of demons." The Undead continued to stall, giving the army ample time to retreat. And if he wanted Varos to get closer, he could then launch an attack on the queen's cronies. "Innocents are being slaughtered indiscriminately, and what they don't know is that it was their queen who brought it all on."

"They're all imperfect bastards! Corrupted bastards! Only those who believe in Sargeras shall live; all others shall be wiped out!"

"Sargeras will destroy this world? The Burning Legion will destroy everything!"

Varos grinned. "Yes... that's true."

His sudden remark took Nathanos quite by surprise. Were these guys no longer bothering to hide their intentions?

"Sargeras will create a pure world for his worshippers... and then he will utterly destroy it, because having life is a sin. What a simple truth!"

"It's absolutely insane for you to say these words!"

Satyr shrugged and said, "That depends on how you look at it..."

Nathanos had heard enough, and he gripped Sulfuras tightly.

Suddenly, Varos rushed forward before him, his eyes fixed on Nathanos's throat.

The clash of their weapons caused the demons and Elf nearby to retreat, giving them enough space to fight.

Nathanos remained silent, locked in a stalemate with Varos, his eyes searching for any weakness in the captain of the Royal Guard, while Varos stared intently into Nathanos's eyes, the Undead's shifting pupils irritating him greatly.

The Night Elf leaned closer, his breath hitting Nathanos's face. "Is that all you've got? Looks like I can prove to Her Majesty the Queen just how lowly your race is!"

"You have no idea who your opponent is?" Nathanos suddenly exerted force, startling Varos. The captain of the guard found himself being forced back.

"You're simply..." Nathanos gritted his teeth and snorted, then kicked Varos in the chest, "Full of flaws!"

The Night Elf didn't fall, but he stumbled back several steps. Nathanos wouldn't give him a chance to regain his footing; he raised Sulfuras and began hacking wildly at Varos. Being on the defensive didn't mean victory; the Undead were still searching for an opportunity to strike.

But Varos had become much more cunning. He stopped attacking and instead focused on defense. Nathanos believed he could kill Varos instantly if they were to compete in archery, but not in swordsmanship. Varos was Azshara's personal bodyguard, not some easy "cat or dog" to kill.

Nathanos quickly found a way to win; he discovered a fatal flaw in Varos's defense. Every time the Elf blocked Nathanos's swing, he would briefly raise his head and open his eyes to anticipate Nathanos's next attack. This wouldn't normally be a problem, as one can only defend effectively by knowing the enemy's attack location, but it was exactly what Nathanos wanted.

Another slash came, and Varos bent his knees to block, parrying with all his might. He was puzzled as to why the Undead's attacks showed no sign of abating after so many attempts. Didn't he feel tired?

Nathanos squeezed hard, then Sulfuras's blade sliced through Varos's Greatsword. The captain of the guard, thinking this was merely the beginning of Nathanos's next attack, instinctively raised his sword to parry. The Undead before him turned, Sulfuras drawing a crescent moon. Varos knew this was an even more powerful attack.

The two swords had clashed countless times. After the clash, Varos looked up once more, opening his eyes to watch Nathanos's next move, and then...

"Ah!!!" The captain of the guard let out a painful howl, desperately trying to cover his face with his other free hand, but he couldn't stop the blood from flowing out. He stared at Nathanos through his fingers, burning with rage, and was surprised to find that the dead man's sword had changed from one to two.

"No way! How did you do that?"

"This sword was originally a twin sword..." Nathanos stated the fact that nearly drove Varos mad. "I knew it the moment I saw it." The Undead's contemptuous smile filled Varos with extreme shame. He now realized that Nathanos's turn earlier wasn't to gather power, but to take the opportunity to cleave Sulfuras in two. When he blocked the first attack, he hadn't even noticed the change in the opponent's weapon. When he looked up, he was met with the opponent's second attack—an unexpected attack.

Varos's hand trembled as he covered his face. He couldn't believe that a terrible wound had been cut across his face, from his left forehead, across the bridge of his nose, to the lower right side of his cheek.

He was disfigured, and worse, Varos knew that Queen Azshara placed great importance on appearance; to put it bluntly, the Queen's aesthetic judgment was based solely on outward appearance, not inner qualities. She was equally meticulous about the appearance of her servants, tolerating no flaws whatsoever. In short, she demanded perfection in everything. Now, Varos knew his face was ruined, leaving a gruesome scar. The Queen wouldn't praise his bravery; instead, she would condemn his incompetence, even labeling him a scoundrel.

All of this is thanks to the Undead before us.

"Kill him! Crush him into mincemeat and send him to hell!" he blurted out, completely unable to control himself.

All the demons who heard his command gathered around. At that moment, the sky changed; a roar that shook the battlefield drew the attention of both demons and Elf. A giant red dragon broke through the dark, gloomy clouds and unleashed its breath on the demons, annihilating a large number of them.

"Dragon!" Varos cursed, beginning his slow retreat before slinking away from the battlefield under the cover of two Felguard, shouting, "Long live Azshara!"