No matter how strong a person is, there are still troubles that cannot be solved.
This is a truth.
Just like Sargeras, the dark titan who shocked the stars, also had his own troubles, Lord Tyrion, who was almost invincible in Azeroth, was sitting alone on the edge of the platform of the Dark Temple, sulking.
He was like those young people who pursue certain fashions, sitting on the floating city with his feet in the air, letting the howling cold wind blow his body, hair, and skin that was colder than the wind.
He didn't wear the stylish Dark Dragon armor made for him by the blacksmiths, nor did he wear the very comfortable black swordsman robe. He only wore a black woolen sweater, military trousers and a pair of boots.
, it looks a bit thin in the sky at such a season and at such a height.
Of course, for the undead, even if they don't wear anything, sitting here naked is not a big problem, but this kind of dressing still adds a lonely temperament to the slightly frustrated lord at this time.
He doesn't want to talk to anyone. He is very irritable and frustrated now.
His wife, Blood Matron Alleria, after learning about Taelia's "little story", held a family meeting last night. The meeting did not go smoothly. The two girls who were covering for Taelia
He had a big fight with his adoptive mother and ended up in solitary confinement. His lovely daughter Dornan and goddaughter Vanessa were locked in their room on the lower floor. His personal knights were watching the two
little girl.
The stubborn girl Taelia, who was determined not to reveal Flynn's whereabouts, was forcibly sent to her biological father overnight by 13 heavily armed Sallein agents.
I heard that this sudden incident made Lord Fordagon extremely angry.
This Forgotten Kings is a great nobleman born in the old Kingdom of Stormwind. The Fordagon family has been one of the great nobles of mankind since the time of Emperor Thoradin. It is one of the few ancient great families in human civilization.
First, in this era, although the Fordragon family has withered away, and the last generation of the family head, Bolvar Fordragon, the regent of the old Stormwind Kingdom, has died, the imprint of the ancient inheritance is still engraved on it.
In the deepest part of his cold blood.
He could allow his daughter to abandon her aristocratic status and heritage.
He could allow her to live her life as a citizen in the Commonwealth.
He could even allow Taelia to follow her future husband's family name, completely ending the grand history of the Fordagon family.
But the only thing he couldn't allow was Taelia Fordragon to fall in love with a former pirate who was like a bad boy, and even have a private life-long relationship. Flynn's notorious past and his unclear soul, this was what he couldn't do for Taelia Fordragon.
A blasphemy for the blood flowing in Leah's body!
Old men don’t care about romance or the yearning for freedom. Especially these old men who are responsible for supervising the evolution of civilization and deducing the rules of world order. They are the most rigid and ruthless group of people in the world, and they have become part of the rules of world order.
Bolvar Fordragon would not blame his daughter for being ignorant. He would only vent all his anger on that damned pirate.
Of course, this is also what the great lord wants to do most at this time.
"Flynn Fairwind!"
Tyrion raised his head and drank down a glass of cold blood wine mixed with ice cubes. He raised his other hand, and between his fingers, there was an extremely realistic and vivid magical image, with an impressive image on it.
This is the scene when Captain Flynn and Taelia travel to Kul Tiras arm in arm.
The great lord looked at the smile of young Flynn in the magic image. It was as if he saw a guy who didn't know whether to live or die, provoking him!
"Come on then, little bastard!"
Tyrion's ice-blue eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, which was a hint of undisguised murderous intent.
"Nasa, has there been any result in the investigation of Flynn Fairwind?"
The great lord asked in a low voice. Behind him, in the shadow cast by the pillars of the platform hall on the ground, Nasa was tying her hands and standing there quietly, like a sculpture, facing Tyrion's question.
, Nasa tapped her finger on the communicator next to her ear, and after a moment, she whispered:
"The best agents under my command have arrived in Kul Tiras. They will search the entire Drustvar and everything related to Flynn, and our "envoys" left there will do their best. Don't worry.
Well, High Lord, if Flynn is really related to N'Zoth, then that damn man will definitely not be able to escape!"
"Well, that's good."
Tyrion nodded, looking at the sea of clouds at his feet with dull eyes, he said:
"Have Lord Bolvar and Lord Cyrus arrived?"
"They arrived five minutes ago, the great lord, and Mr. Dai Lin is also here."
"good!"
On the second floor of the Dark Temple, this is where the various departments of the Dark Blade hold meetings. There are many neatly maintained halls here, which are all ghost servants of the Dark Temple. According to the preferences of the great lord and some important elders,
Rooms decorated in various civilized styles are occasionally used to hold certain gatherings within the Dark Blade Legion, such as birthday parties, memorial ceremonies, etc.
"Click"
The door of the living room was pushed open, and Tyrion, who had put on a swordsman's robe, walked into the living room. On the two chairs in front of him, Taliyah's biological father, Bolvar Fordragon, and Taliyah were sitting respectively.
His adoptive father, Hagar Sellers, and the uninvited admiral, His Excellency Dai Lin, the Demon King of the Sea.
Including the last great lord Tyrion who arrived, the four people sitting in this room are all elders related to little Tyria.
The big lord nodded slightly to the three people in front of him, and then sat on the last chair at the square table. After he sat down, the four undead looked at each other, and the atmosphere became a little stagnant for a while.
If these four people wanted to discuss destroying a city or massacring hundreds of thousands of people at this time, it would be in line with their temperament. But now, what the four undead old men want to discuss is the life of a 19-year-old girl.
This important matter is somewhat incompatible with their status.
"First of all, I want to apologize to Mr. Bolvar and Mr. Sellers."
The high lord closed his eyes slightly, his fingers danced on the table, and he whispered:
"Little girl Taelia is your daughter, and she is also my daughter. My wife and I should have fulfilled our responsibilities as adoptive parents and prepared a bright and happy future for this child. However, there have been too many things and complicated things recently, so
The two of us, Taelia, neglected to discipline us, and as a result, something like this happened. I'm sorry, you two, this shouldn't have happened."
Tyrion's unabashed apology made the atmosphere in the living room a little more relaxed. Bolvar Fordragon, who was originally sullen, this powerful undead coughed lightly and glanced at the silent Seth beside him.
Major General Les and Dai Lin, he shook his head:
"No, this is not entirely your fault, Lord."
"Ms. Alleria and I can see the love we have for Taelia. Because of this, I agreed to let her grow up in the Dark Temple. I have tried to repair the relationship between me and my daughter, but I failed. If I can persist, she looks at me like a stranger sometimes, but I don’t blame her.”
"After all, when I was still alive, I was an unqualified bastard father. I left my biological daughter overseas and ignored her. To be honest, I feel that I have no right to blame her. The blood connection is not enough to make me To become a qualified father, I even think that Taelia and that damn Flynn were together just to retaliate against me for my indifference to her."
This powerful undead member of the Council of Forgotten Kings lowered his head. He was somewhat silent and said in a hoarse voice:
"Yes, I was also wrong about Taelia."
"But the cause of this incident was caused by me, you two."
After Bolvar finished speaking, Major General Cyrus, who was sitting in front of Tyrion and raised Tylia from a young age, said that among Tylia's three fathers, the relationship between this girl and Cyrus was He is the deepest, and he is more like Taelia's real father.
The great knight of Kul Tiras who once followed Dai Lin took off his helmet with some shame, revealing his old, weathered face. He died in the defensive battle of Kul Tiras. , is a powerful death knight resurrected by Tyrion himself. After Dailin became the commander of the Dead Sea Fleet, Cyrus, who was originally unwilling to serve Tyrion, also rejoined the Dead Sea Fleet and became a captain. .
Cyrus's voice was low and turbid, like the sea water during a storm. He picked up a bottle of rum, bit the mouth of the bottle roughly, and after taking a sip of the tasteless wine, he said to Terry Ang and Bolvar said:
"Flynn, that's the child I grew up watching. He was an orphan born in Boralus. He liked to play with Taelia since he was a child. I thought it was a friendship between children, but I also didn’t expect that the relationship between them would be so deep and remain until now, and then the flower of love would blossom and bring such bad results.”
"Gududududu"
Cyrus raised his head and poured the rum in his hand into his mouth. After a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his head and said with a hint of stubbornness in his tone:
"Since this incident started because of me, then I will end it myself!"
"Your Excellency Bolvar, the great lord, I promise you! Taelia's future will not be affected by Flynn! I promise that they will go their own paths and never interfere with each other again!"
"I just hope that although that kid Flynn has done some wrong things, he has escaped from the quagmire of sin."
Major General Sellers said in a sincere tone:
"I hope he won't lose his future because of this incident. We are Dark Blades, we are not demons."
"certainly!"
Tyrion glanced at Bolvar, and Bolvar looked at him. After a few seconds, the high lord stretched out his hand and knocked on the corner of the table. He whispered:
"After all, we are not unreasonable people. As long as Flynn makes the right choice, we will spare his life. Cyrus, you are also Taelia's father. You regard her as your own daughter. Trust me." , the same is true for Mr. Bolvar and I. Who doesn’t want his daughter to live happily?”
"But the problem is that Cyrus and Flynn may not be "clean"! His encounter with Taelia was too much of a "coincidence", and for people like us, coincidences are
It must be accompanied by some conspiracy that has already been implemented."
"Those girls are addicted to that kind of meaningless romance. They always think that love is everything, but that thing is nothing! Does Taelia really understand Flynn? No, she doesn't understand that man at all.
That’s the problem!”
The great lord gritted his teeth, but finally said helplessly:
"Children will resent us making decisions for them. They always think they can make decisions themselves. In fact, they can't. Wearing adult clothes does not mean they have grown up. There are not so many beautiful and happy things in the world.
, I hope they will eventually know one day that we are for their own good, and we will eliminate all bad options for them. They just need to move forward and enjoy their own happiness and life."
"Ah, I hope what happened to Taelia can give Dornan and Vanessa a warning. Otherwise, I will really have a headache in the future."
As he spoke, Tyrion turned to look at Dai Lin. He looked at the uninvited admiral. He distributed three cigars to everyone in front of him, and then asked softly:
"What do you think? Your Excellency Dai Lin, you are here, why don't you express your opinion?"
The Sea Demon did not answer immediately, but slowly lit up his cigar. As the smoke with a strange aroma rose, he leaned on a comfortable chair and looked at the three undead and three men in front of him.
Father of three, he shrugged and whispered:
"I came here just to avoid some choices that may make you regret. Trust me, everyone, I also have a daughter. I have been here before, and my grandson will be born soon."
"But now it seems that you don't need my advice yet, so I will wait and watch and then when necessary, as an experienced person, tell you what to do. To be honest, sometimes, you have to give up the choice
What I mean by leaving it to your children is that sometimes, some things are beyond your control."
While the great lord was discussing with others, in Dornan's room, the little princess who seemed a little irritable because she had a quarrel with her parents and was imprisoned was sitting in a room that was beaten and a mess, and she let out an angry voice.
She yelled and gestured with her fingers to the little ghost Yuna squatting in front of her. Vanessa, who had sneaked in here at some point, put a note full of words into Yuna's hand.
.
The irregular sign language and the words on the note conveyed a very important message to Yuna.
"Go find Flynn!"
"Tell him to hide quickly! My mother is taking people to catch him!"
"Go! Don't let him be impulsive! Taelia is safe now but if he is caught, everything will be over!"
The little ghost who had always seemed very confused in the past became very smart at this moment. She made an OK gesture towards Dornan and Vanessa, jumped into the crack in the dead world, and watched Yuna disappear.
, the two girls seemed to have lost all their strength and suddenly collapsed on their beds.
Dornan stared blankly at the ceiling of the room, while Vanessa buried her head in Dornan's waist. The two grown-up girls were a little afraid of how this incident would gradually evolve and develop.
, but these messy questions are surging in their minds, but they can't get the answers. Dornan and Vanessa, like girls of the same age, have fantasized about love, but now their parents are so powerful and the powerlessness caused by this action
The feeling made them finally cover their eyes helplessly.
Taliyah, Taliyah, we can only help you so far
"Dornan, Dornan, say,"
Vanessa asked in a low and frustrated voice:
"Is this our future too?"
Dornan shook her head. She didn't know how to answer this question, but maybe the child also knew that the answer was not that expected or satisfying.
