The blood-stained dagger was thrown on the table, making a heavy collision sound, which made the three girls standing in a row in front of the table shrink their heads.
A full week has passed since their big adventure. The undead fleet cruising in the Endless Sea received an emergency call from Stormwind City. A fleet of three warships rushed to the waters of Ashenvale to kill these daring children.
Sent back to the Eastern Continent as quickly as possible.
Now, under Tyrion's silent gaze, the three naughty children looked at me and I looked at you. Obviously, they all felt the anger from the great lord, and beside them, Anduin, who looked nervous, wanted to say something
What, but looking at Uncle Tyrion's gloomy expression, he closed his mouth rationally.
And the little prince also has a little anger of his own in his heart:
The sisters went out to play without him, which made Anduin feel as if he was excluded from the team.
"Audacious! Reckless! Reckless!"
Words of reprimand came out of Tyrion's mouth one after another, making the girls' heads lower.
"Three little ones dare to cross the enemy's war zone. Do you really think your little power can protect you? Or do you think the night elves' sentinels are not worth mentioning?"
The high lord's fingers were beating on the table, and he felt a little irritated and a little scared.
If Alleria hadn't sent several blood maids to follow these little ones all the time, and if something unexpected happened, he would definitely not be able to forgive himself, and besides Dornan, the power behind the two girls was not that great.
No small matter, once they are in danger, the Defias Federation and the Council of Forgotten Kings will definitely explode.
As he spoke, he glanced at Anduin. Fortunately, Dornan still had some sense besides his nonsense. If Anduin also joined in this adventure, I'm afraid everything would be messed up.
"Is this what Windsor taught you?"
Tyrion said:
"You guys are so disappointing. Do you know how much pressure your private departure put on your Aunt Tiffany? General Dailin's fleet was forced to put aside its mission to explore the Broken Islands and the southern seas.
Because of the nonsense of the three of you! Do you know how much pressure this will put on the operation of the entire Dark Blade system?"
"We know we were wrong, Dad."
Dornan quickly raised his head and glanced at Tyrion's face. She muttered an apology, but without much sincerity. This made Tyrion couldn't help but rub his forehead. He felt like he wanted to get angry.
Thoughts, but the powerful manipulation of emotions by the undead made him calm down quickly.
"Facts have proven that you little ones lack the ability to control yourself, and you will be punished if you do something wrong..."
"Dornan, I will send you back to Draenor and continue your studies at the Throne of Elements. Until you master the essence of shamanic spells, I will not allow you to leave. Alleria will supervise you on my behalf."
.You’d better stop fooling around!”
This punishment made Dornan couldn't help but raise her head. She wanted to refute, but seeing the serious look in her father's eyes, the little girl pursed her lips and stopped talking.
"Then it's you, Vanessa. I have contacted Speaker Edwin, and the Speaker allowed me to discipline you on his behalf."
The great lord gave a treat:
"Since you plan to practice on the path of an assassin, you shouldn't waste your talent. The famous assassin organization in Azeroth, the Rogue Academy, has also opened a branch in Draenor. I will send you to the Assassin Master Jing.
Lady Blade, you cannot return to Azeroth until you get her approval."
"Huh?"
Vanessa tilted her head and looked at Tyrion. After confirming that the high lord was not joking, there was a hint of joy in her eyes.
As the darling daughter of the Speaker of the Federal Parliament, Vanessa already has many suitors in the Federal District at a young age, which makes her tireless. Rather than being a noble lady and adventurous by nature, she is more willing to become an assassin.
Master, this can be regarded as fulfilling her wish.
"Lastly you, Taelia."
Tyrion looked at the silent black-haired girl, and he could see a trace of hatred in Taliyah's eyes. This made the high lord feel helpless, but the child in front of him did have enough reasons to hate him.
Therefore, after a moment of dead silence, Tyrion opened the drawer and threw something to Taliyah.
It was a small bottle filled with golden-red liquid. Taelia took it in her hand, and she could feel the warmth of the liquid even through the thick bottle.
"I know what you are thinking in your heart, girl. I will not persuade you to forget it, nor will I force you to change your thinking, but you are very talented. My child, since you have talent, you cannot waste it."
Tyrion knocked on the table and said to Taliyah:
"I will also send you to Draenor. In the Nagrand Grassland, the orc clans have restarted the sacred gladiatorial ceremony. You will enter it as a warrior apprentice. I will select a qualified mentor for you. I will give you
Everything you need... If you agree, keep this bottle of dragon's blood, it will give you the power to transcend the constraints of race."
"When you become a true warrior, I will give you the chance you want!"
The great lord leaned back on his chair and closed his eyes slightly:
"An opportunity to challenge me."
Taliyah clenched the bottle in her hand and looked at Tyrion with a complicated expression. She still didn't know what Lord Darkblade's generosity meant, but at this moment, she no longer had any hatred for Tyrion in her heart.
So stubborn, she finally nodded.
"Then go. Tomorrow, someone will send you away from Azeroth. The next time you return will probably be a few years later. I hope that by then, you will understand the responsibilities you shoulder and how you feel about this world.
mission.”
The three girls left Tyrion's mansion under the leadership of the high-ranking knights. Anduin, who was sitting aside, was a little sad. He thought he was going to be separated from his sisters, but before the little prince's tears fell,
, Tyrion said again:
"Little Anduin, after your mother was frightened this time, she decided to take you back to the safety of Draenor, so don't worry that you will be separated from these naughty children, but you also have your own lessons to learn. What do you think about Saint
The perception and talent of light are the most powerful among all humans I have ever seen, and you should not waste them."
Tyrion tapped his fingers on the table:
"So, after returning this time, I will find qualified mentors for you and Salantia, who is also blessed by the Holy Light, to teach you how to use your own power. You are old enough for combat training."
"But Uncle Tyrion, isn't the Light the enemy of the undead?"
Little Anduin's worries were dispelled. He widened his eyes and asked curiously:
"Why do you still want me to learn the Holy Light?"
"Because power is neither good nor evil, child."
Tyrion looked at Anduin and said seriously and solemnly:
"Holy light is pure power, no different from death, arcana, and life. What really determines where it is used is your will, just like a sword will not actively commit crimes. Only those who hold the sword should
Take responsibility for the power.”
"Humans, the Paladins we defeated are not weak, but their understanding of the Holy Light is too narrow. They always try to control this power with their own will. This is wrong... If you want to use it,
You must understand its true meaning.”
"You are going to Shattrath City and follow A'dal to learn the manipulation of the Holy Light, but you have to remember, Anduin, don't be influenced by the Naaru... Although they also call themselves the incarnation of the Holy Light, they are not
The Naaru also have their own thoughts and wills, their beliefs, and their teachings are not necessarily absolutely correct. You have to have your own ideas."
Tyrion touched the head of Anduin, who seemed to understand, and said in a deep voice:
"You can't be controlled by power like those old-fashioned Paladins. You have to learn to control it and become its master."
Anduin nodded ignorantly. After leaving, he looked at his uncle Tyrion again and asked:
"Uncle, will I be as powerful as you in the future?"
Hearing this question, Tyrion, who was sitting in the chair, showed a calm smile and nodded to Anduin:
"No, you won't..."
"You will become stronger than me, better than me, greater than me..."
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"Um..."
Yuna sat cross-legged on the soul-gathering coffin. In a child's unique way, she tilted her chin and looked at Tyrion, who was sitting opposite her. The latter had no expression on his face, while Yuna frowned from time to time.
Her eyes were no longer dull, on the contrary, this girl's eyes were full of brilliance.
To use an unexaggerated word to describe it, this child now has eyes as bright as stars.
"You are so ugly, Tyrion."
After Yuna stared at Tyrion for several minutes, she said with some disgust:
"I thought you had beautiful horns and a long tail like Dornan, but you don't... you only have a pair of pointed ears, your face is too thin, and there are scars on your face. You are completely unlike me.
As handsome as I imagined.”
"Yeah, I kind of regret being friends with you."
Yona's statement made Tyrion roll his eyes, and he asked:
"When your eyes couldn't see, I didn't see you talking so much. Now that I can see, you have turned into a picky and bad girl...Tell me about that voice again. Did you hear it?
That voice, did you see her?"
"No!"
Yuna grabbed a piece of green-spotted mushroom from the plate in front of her and stuffed it into her mouth. While eating, the juice splashed everywhere, she shook her head, blinked and said:
"I didn't see the appearance of that sister, but her voice was very gentle. In the moonlight, I could feel the moonlight. It was warm and weighty. I have never seen it in the Argus world.
Such a beautiful moon."
Yuna tilted her head, as if imagining. Finally, she nodded vigorously and said to Tyrion:
"Well, that sister must be very beautiful, at least much prettier than you."
"I'm not ugly, either."
Tyrion retorted weakly, then rubbed his chin and said softly:
"She asked you to tell me that she was looking at me?"
"What does this mean... Could it be that Elune really took action herself to help you erase the darkness in front of you? Logically speaking, she does have this ability, but why would she do this? And if she has
If you want to tell me, why don't you show up in person instead of asking you to bring me a message?"
"Ah, it's really a headache."
Hearing Tyrion's complaints, Yuna's eating speed also slowed down. This ten thousand year old ghost did not really dislike Tyrion, but after regaining her light, she was using this kind of slapstick method
Just a way to play with Tyrion.
A few minutes later, Yuna finished her "lunch". She clapped her hands, wiped her mouth, then stretched out her hand towards Tyrion, blinked her big eyes, and said softly:
"Although Yuna hasn't found the crown, Nur, or the Star Wand yet, after you can see the light, Yuna can take you for a tour of the Shadow Realm."
"Um?"
Tyrion suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at Yuna seriously:
"You know how to take me there?"
"Yes!"
Yuna patted her chest confidently:
"I can see the "road"! If you follow that road, you can enter that world... But we can't fight, because I don't have a crown, I don't have Nur, and I don't have a wand that can shoot out stars!
"
"Wait, what is Noor?"
Tyrion was a little confused by Yuna's childish way of speaking, and he asked curiously:
"What's a star wand?"
"Nur is Nuer, and Nuer is Yuna's good friend. As long as Nuer is around, Yuna will not get lost!"
The little ghost waved his hands seriously and explained:
"There is also a star wand. Yuna also had her own wand a long time ago, but Yuna lost it. The wand can shoot out stars, and bad guys hate stars! And to defeat the darkness, you need a crown, but Yuna
No...so the two of us can only enter that world quietly without being discovered, because we can't defeat those bad guys..."
As she spoke, the little ghost stretched out her hand towards Tyrion again, her eyes filled with a touch of happiness and a hint of anxiety:
"So, are you going back with Yuna? That voice is calling me to go back...but I'm a little scared, will you protect me?"
