The blue Portal light shattered behind Varian. This King's body has been deteriorating since 3 years ago. No matter it is Cathedral of Light's Priest, Northern Frontier's Paladin, or even the mysterious Shaman, after coming to check, there is only one conclusion, this King His Majesty's soul has been damaged.
Damage to the soul manifests itself on the body, manifesting itself as physical weakness or even sudden syncope.
But no one can find the cause of King His Majesty.
Benedictus even hesitated to use his own power to strengthen Varian's soul. Without this King, his secret manipulation of Stormwind City would have failed. At least at this time, Benedictus cannot allow Varian to die.
In fact, the stronger L Varian is, the weaker Varian is. Although the two people are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, or even the boundaries of the same world, they share the same soul, and the weight of the soul is fixed. When L Varian reaches its strongest state, Varian is destined to enter its weakest period.
After passing Portal, Varian's face became even paler, which shows that Benedictus's statement just now that he was not suitable for traveling was not just an excuse to stop him.
However, when Royal Court guards led them into Princess Caliea's reception room, Varian and the four marshals were stunned at the door, because right opposite them, another black-haired man was sitting there. When he raised his head, he was also stunned.
The two Varian are exactly the same. The difference is that L Varian has black hair and a fierce scar on his face, while Varian has white hair and a tired and weak face.
The two people were like one person with two sides. Apart from their faces, almost nothing was the same in terms of manners, expressions, and temperament. Windsor, who was following Varian, had his mouth even bigger. He looked at the people sitting next to L Varian, and finally looked at Mage Young Lady.
"Ms. Jaina, you... him?"
Jaina nodded and indicated that Windsor's guess was correct. The old marshal also personally participated in Salvation Varian's Operation, so he knew about King Half.
But others don't know that Windsor and the insider are very strict. When the other three marshals saw L Varian, their eyes were straightened. Their instinct told them that something big will happen today!
"Are you my Half?"
"My name is L Varian. They said we were divided."
The two Varian looked at each other. Although they did not speak, they could clearly hear each other's voices in their hearts!
Prince Anduin was sitting next to Princess Caliea. Crown Princess looked at the two identical Varian and had a headache. She turned to look at Liadrin, signaling that important things could begin.
Liadrin took two steps outside and opened another door. Gavincente and Blackhorn, who had shrunk their bodies, walked in. The moment they saw Vrykul, several marshals put their hands on the hilts of their swords. Regardless of temperament, appearance, or dress, this Vrykul did not look like a kind person.
Gavincente himself didn't care about etiquette. He strode towards L Varian, laughed and hugged L Varian. Blackhorn looked at politely. Princess Caliea nodded, but this last Black Dragon was still disguised as Highmountain Tauren. A tall black cow paid tribute to the petite Crown Princess. It looked a bit nondescript.
Gavincente and L Varian exchanged pleasantries for a few words, then looked around and found that most of the people here were acquaintances. As for Varian, he selectively ignored it. In Vrykul's heart, even if it was a soul fusion, it would definitely be with the brave L Varian as the main body.
"This is Blackhorn, Broken Isles Highmountain Tauren's High Priest!"
Gavincente pointed at Blackhorn standing behind him and said to the others, "But don't be fooled by this guy's appearance. His true identity is Black Dragon.
It is said that he is the last Black Dragon who is still awake! He has a way to help L Varian eliminate the stubborn diseases in his soul. This is also my gift to the strongest Gladiator!"
"Black Dragon!"
L Varian cautiously took a step back and stood in front of Anduin. Although he lost his memory, his remaining instinct told him that killing all Black Dragon was his mission. After hearing Blackhorn's identity, Marshal Windsor also held the hilt of his sword and stood in front of King Varian.
The old marshal also had no favorable impression of Black Dragon.
Blackhorn didn't care, he shook his huge cow head, looked around, and said to those who looked at him,
"Guys, I am awake, and I also have Bloodline of Deathwing flowing through me, but I was close to hatching before he Corruption, so I was not infected by his madness. If you have Dragon partners, you might as well ask them to come out and recognize him."
When Jaina heard this, he waved to Obsidian Destroyer Moam who was standing next to him. This guy has almost become a part of Theramore Court now. He is very good at talking. Even Princess Caliea likes this moving stone monster.
"Moam, help me bring Demi and Das over."
"As you command, Mistress!"
Moam shook his body and left quickly. A few minutes later, Demitier and Drakonid Das, who were wearing green armor, opened the door and walked in. But the first moment they entered the room, Demitier's eyes fell on Blackhorn.
"You... who are you! Black Dragon, you should not appear in... wait, your breath, you are not Corruption!"
Das's loud voice also sounded at this time,
"Ysera! I actually saw a pure-blooded Black Dragon! Didn't you already perish when Great War of the Dragons was here?"
Blackhorn's face showed a helpless expression, and he shrugged,
"I don't know what happened, but when Huln brought me back to Highmountain, I was still a little dragon cub. Well, now that my identity has been proven, is it time to start Ritual?"
Black Dragon seemed a little anxious. He flicked his tail and said in a rough voice,
"Highmountain still has a lot of things waiting for me to do. It's for Gavincente's sake that I can spare the time to come here."
The room was quiet. After more than ten seconds, Crown Princess spoke,
"This... Mr. Black Dragon, are you sure you can treat Varian's condition? Although I have not seen them split with my own eyes, the people standing in front of me are obviously two living people. I can't imagine how to fuse them together?"
This question is obviously of concern to other people, so everyone is waiting for Blackhorn's answer. Black Dragon probably felt that it was not clear, so he just skimmed over a lot of professional vocabulary and explained the process very simply.
"Well, to put it simply, this King His Majesty is very unlucky. His soul was torn apart by the secret magic of Black Dragon. You can see that they are two people. This is because the body of one of them was created by magic. In fact, they share a soul. As long as the total amount remains unchanged, the stronger one is, the weaker the other will be. When one is extremely strong, the other will be on the verge of death, and their lives are connected. If one dies, the other will also die."
With that said, Blackhorn walked up to L Varian, realized that he opened his sleeves, then showed the scarred arm to Varian opposite, and asked softly,
"When did you get this scar?"
L Varian thought for a while, "2 years ago, in Bloodmaul Gladiatorial Arena."
Then Blackhorn pointed at another ferocious Scars, but this time he did not ask about L Varian, but wanted to see the thoughtful Varian.
"Then King His Majesty, please tell me when did he get this scar."
Varian was stunned for a moment, then touched his shoulder,
"A year ago, about 14 months ago, that night, my arm suddenly hurt so much it felt like it was about to split."
Blackhorn turned to look at L Varian. The expression on the black-haired Gladiator's face was a little dull. Obviously, Varian's time was right, and Valeera hugged L Varian's shoulders. Obviously, she had guessed the truth of the matter.
Blackhorn glanced at everyone for the last time,
"So, they are one body and two sides, sharing all Pain, sharing all happiness, and there is unfortunate news, King His Majesty's body is not as strong as L Varian. To be precise, L Varian has taken away too much of the soul, so King His Majesty is almost exhausted. When he dies, L Varian will die with him."
Black Dragon's voice was like a cold guillotine, making the entire hall silent.
"They are dragging each other towards Abyss right now. There is only one way to Salvation. Let them recover again. I can unlock this magic, but it depends on whether you are willing to believe me."
"Absurd... ridiculous!"
The first one to jump out was Duke Leoric. This one-armed general was like an enraged beast. He looked at Blackhorn and said fiercely,
"You liar! I don't believe it! How could it be like this? King Varian was fine when he was rescued from your Evil kin. It must be you Evil creatures who planned to murder him! And this human being is also an accomplice. You..."
"Okay! Leoric!"
Varian said nothing. Windsor waved his hand to stop Leoric's roar. The old marshal, who had not smoked for a long time, trembled with his left hand and took out Smoking Pipe from his arms. After taking a deep breath, he looked up at Blackhorn and said word by word,
"What's the success rate... what's the success rate?"
"You're crazy! Windsor, how could you put His Majesty's life in the hands of a guy of unknown origin! Do you want to treason! You..."
Duke Leoric, who was loyal to the Royal Family, was very excited, but the voice of Windsor directly overshadowed his voice the next moment,
"Listen to me!"
Leoric was startled by the roar, and then he heard Marshal Windsor whisper the detailed story of Salvation Varian His Majesty from Onyxia's lair that day,
"That's what happened. After it was over, I, Ms. Jaina, Bolvar and Erigor Commander, the four of us insiders concealed all this, just to avoid the shock to the kingdom, Princess Caliea should also know about this, so the person sitting in front of you is indeed Half of King. Knight Dick has been plotting to find him. Now he has fulfilled his promise and brought back the other half of King."
Windsor's eyes were bloodshot. Obviously, the old marshal was under a lot of pressure. He glanced at everyone present,
"So, the decision-making power on the issue now should be left to the two His Majestys, and only they have the power to decide their own Fates!"
The white-haired Windsor stood up and bowed deeply to the pale-faced Varian.
"His Majesty, after you recover, I will be at your disposal!"
After saying that, the old marshal strode out of the room. The second person to leave was Caliea. She dragged Anduin who looked anxious and left the venue, followed by Das and Demi, Jaina, Liadrin, Bearhide and Gavincente. In the end, Valeera affectionately left a kiss on L Varian's forehead and left the hall holding her tears.
In the entire empty house, only Varian and L Varian were sitting facing each other. Blackhorn was standing next to Window in the far distance, leaving space for these two guys with special identities.
A few seconds later, L Varian raised his head and looked at the white-haired guy opposite who looked exactly like him.
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