Things between men and women are always the most difficult to deal with, whether it is for bystanders or for the parties involved. The deeper the relationship, the more profound the entanglements that will arise when it encounters waves. If one cannot handle it well,
, both people will be hurt.
This is why many couples who love each other deeply turn against each other. Emotions are often unreasonable.
Under the late night of the Nagrand grassland, Tiffany Elian's figure turned into a streak of blood-colored light moving quickly. The lover she had waited for several years finally met tonight, but she thought her lover would never meet again.
Although there was a possibility of betrayal, she saw with her own eyes that another woman appeared in Varian's life. For any infatuated woman, this was an unbearable betrayal.
What's more, with the surging blood of Sarain, Tiffany Elian is no longer a pure human being. The vampire's life form is between life and death, which means that she also has some characteristics of the undead, and she is obsessed with it.
Thought...that is something deeply buried in the soul of the Dark Blade undead. In Tiffany's heart, she also has this obsession.
Although she does not resist the kindness of Alleria and Tyrion, deep down in her heart, she is still like Anduin, looking forward to her husband one day coming to the world like a god from the sky, and taking her and her son away from them.
Take him out of the Dark Temple...
However, this obsession was broken tonight, or in other words, in the anger caused by love, she was unwilling to accept the explanation.
She wanted to escape...to escape from this cruel reality and escape into the illusion she had spun, but the calling voice behind her became clearer and clearer, reminding her that everything before her was real.
"Get away! Get away, don't come near me!"
Tiffany screamed and sped up again. The blood of Sarain in her body was surging, giving the once fragile queen unimaginable strength and speed. A pair of bloody wings appeared behind her,
As her wings flapped, Tiffany's figure was like a swift shadow under the moon, just like the wind, flying across the grassland.
"Tiffany! Stop!"
Behind her, Varian was chasing after her. He knew that his queen had misunderstood the relationship between him and Valeela, but to be honest, this was not a misunderstanding because of the relationship between him and the infatuated high elf assassin.
, there are indeed some feelings that have arisen, but in the past few years, that woman has been by his side. As the saying goes, people are not grass and trees, how can they be ruthless?
With full power, Varian can run as fast as lightning. The high-level warrior's manipulation of the power of anger is like a magician's manipulation of magic power. This has broken away from the initial influence of will and turned the anger into substance.
With energy, every step he took to open his legs, there were tiny dark red lightnings wrapped around his body, which was a true display of the power of anger.
This means that Varian has transcended mortal power and truly mastered the essence of anger. He has entered a new realm. Judging from his age at this time, this means that Varian's future is almost impossible.
There is no limit, maybe, one day, he can really fight Tyrion with pure power.
But now, he is still a little behind.
"Tiffany!"
Varian looked at the slender figure running in the dark night in front of him, and at the wife he thought about day and night. He had many things to say to her, but the most important issue now was to catch up with her first.
"Bang"
The soft ground under the feet of the high-level warriors spread out under the sudden pressure of the huge force, as if it had been shelled. Between the splashes of dirt and turf, Varian's figure rushed in like a discharged cannonball.
In mid-air, there was a high-level combat skill called Heroic Leap, which allowed the warrior to enter a state of being suspended in the air for a short period of time. Moreover, the speed of this combat skill was astonishing. For a moment, Varian jumped into the air like lightning.
His eyes were fixed on Tiffany in front of him. His body seemed to be stepping on an invisible wall in mid-air. The next moment, his falling figure accelerated again, like a falling string.
Like an arrow, in the white sonic boom vibrating in the air, it whizzed towards Sarain in front of him.
Charge... a combat skill that every warrior, whether beginner or veteran, will use, but a charge as powerful as Varian's is really rare.
"Bang"
The two people collided in the air. Tiffany, who was moving at high speed, lost her balance and screamed as she fell to the ground. Behind her, Varian stretched out his arms and hugged his wife tightly in his arms.
A free-falling posture drew an arc in the air, and finally hit the ground hard. The soil flew everywhere when it landed, just like a real cannonball landing, and even pulled out a deep hole on the ground.
of ravines.
"Ahem"
Varian raised his head from the depression in the ground. He coughed twice and felt the trembling body in his arms. He didn't know what to say for a while. In the end, thousands of words came together into one sentence...
"Tiffany, Valeela and I are innocent. Nothing happened between us...trust me."
"Wow"
Varian's voice seemed to wake up Tiffany, who hurriedly moved her body and emerged from Varian's arms like a shadow. Under the moonlight of Nagrand, she turned her back to her husband
, the body was trembling, but the moon-white long skirt was fluttering in the night wind, and coupled with the dark golden hair flying in the moonlight, this scene seemed more and more peaceful.
The soldier stood up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and walked step by step towards his wife. He stretched out his hand and put it on Tiffany's shoulder, trying to turn his wife around.
"No...don't look...I'm no longer the same person..."
Tiffany covered her face with her hands. After the misunderstanding and shock at the first meeting calmed down, she became afraid. She didn't want Varian to see her now, but Varian's hands stubbornly grabbed her.
On Tiffany's wrist, she pulled away the hand covering her face.
He saw his wife. Compared with the last time he saw her during the separation on the burning night in the city a few years ago, Tiffany became thinner and lighter, and her long golden hair became thinner.
It turned into a slightly weird dark golden color, and of course, there were those eyes, those blood-red eyes that belonged to Sarain, which would make people feel fearful at first glance.
She is no longer the original Queen Tiffany. Now she is Tiffany Elian, the blood maid of the Dark Blade Matron. She has become accustomed to the state of being a Sarain, even in her sleep.
I can no longer remember my feelings and state when I became a human being.
"very beautiful."
Varian took off his black battle helmet, revealing a face that became increasingly resolute. In addition to the scars Tyrion had left on his eyes, there were also a few more ferocious marks on his cheeks.
The scars make this face look a bit ferocious, but more like a lion born for fighting. The scars on his face and body are proof of his fighting and bravery.
"Um?"
Tiffany raised her head and saw the emotions surging in Varian's blue eyes. It was the love and longing that made people's cheeks feel hot. His slightly rough fingers brushed Tiffany's cheek.
, lifting her beautiful face, he looked into the blood-red eyes, and said softly:
"Like a red gem... I heard from Anduin what you have been through. It is not your fault, my love, I don't care what you have become, as long as you are still there, this is
Enough."
"I just want to tell you, Tiffany...I miss you very much, and I miss our son..."
Deep in the quiet grassland, under the bright moonlight, the night wind blew the wild grass and swayed. Two lovers who missed each other hugged each other quietly, their four lips touched, and then they counted the two separately like a ignited flame.
Years of infatuated men and resentful women were completely submerged and burned, completely binding all thoughts and emotions together.
Under the night, the rolling desire breaks through reason like a rolling tide and is unstoppable.
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It was already midnight when Black Ghost returned to the camp.
The gladiators had all rested. Even the loyal and brave Broeddy Bloodfist was snoring in his tent. The black ghost did not alert anyone, just like the most skilled assassin, he was sneaking around.
Sneaked into his tent.
There will be a 32-to-16 gladiatorial competition tomorrow. Since he has promised his son that he must win the championship, Black Ghost must do it... He decided to take advantage of the night to practice martial arts to ensure that he is in good condition tomorrow.
However, the moment he opened the tent door, the black ghost's body seemed to be frozen, standing in place as if sluggishly.
In front of him, in the tent, a familiar figure was sitting there, holding the sleeping Anduin and Salandia in his arms. On the bed not far away, next to the unconscious Valeela, there was also sitting
Another high elf in a long skirt was carefully checking Valeela's condition.
"Shua"
The short knife at his waist slipped into Black Ghost's hand, but just before he took a step, Lord Tyrion raised his head, touched the sleeping Anduin's hair, then stretched out his fingers and pointed at Black Ghost
Made a silent gesture:
"Shh... the children are asleep. It took me a long time to get them to sleep. You don't want to disturb them, right?"
Looking at Tyrion's ice-blue, calm eyes, Black Ghost's fists were clenched tightly. The indescribable fire of anger burned away his emotions at this moment, and his blood filled his eyes.
There were flashes of scorching flames.
"Get your dirty hands... away from my son!"
Varian gritted his teeth and whispered word by word:
"All grudges are directed at me! Tyrion... don't hide behind the child! You coward!"
"You called me a coward?"
The high lord's expression also turned cold, as if he was dissatisfied with Varian's rude words. He placed the two children on the blanket aside, moved his hands and feet, stood up, and looked at the angry man in front of him.
The fire-wrapped Varian Wrynn said coldly:
"You want to challenge me? Very good...I'll give you this chance! Bring your weapons and follow me!"
Faced with the great lord's invitation to fight, Varian walked into the tent without hesitation or fear, picked up his sword and heavy shield from the weapon rack, and before leaving the tent, he leaned down and spoke in Andu
With a gentle kiss on the forehead, Yin followed Tyrion out of the tent without looking back.
After the two men left, Alleria, who was sitting next to the bed, shrugged helplessly, then reached out her hand and stroked the forehead of Valeera, who was sleeping on the bed. This poor fellow member was deeply trapped in the horror of demon addiction.
The torture has already exhausted me.
"What do you see in him...poor girl."
Alleria knew Valeera. Although the Sangunar family was mysterious, they had also dealt with Windrunner. Valeera was theoretically considered a descendant of Alleria. Nearly a hundred years ago, at a certain time
In the accident, the Sangunar family lost many assassins, and Valeera's parents also died in the accident. Since then, Alleria has never heard anything about Valeera.
.
The Blood Mistress took out a piece of blood-red blood essence. This gem-like thing stores compressed life energy. Between the movements of her ten fingers, a blood-colored halo enveloped Valeera's body. As the life energy seeped into it,
, the weak high elf assassin's haggard cheeks also became rounded. After doing all this, the Blood Matron picked up the two sleeping children. She took one last look at Valeera, and then under the bloody halo
Between the swings, he disappeared into this slightly messy tent.
On the other side, deep in the grasslands of Nagrand, Tyrion and Varian stood with swords in their hands, but the two people who were filled with blood feud did not take action immediately. Compared to Varian's eager gaze and the anger in his eyes, Tyrion
Ang showed great grace. He looked at the gladiator in front of him. After a moment, he moved his fingers, and the heavy Ashbringer disappeared from his palm.
The high lord spread his hands and looked at Varian:
"Everything you do, throw yourself into the arena, train yourself into a fearless fighter, beat yourself into an extremely tough weapon, push yourself to the extreme, develop your potential crazily... all of this
, all to take little Anduin and Tiffany away from me, right?"
Varian did not answer, but he did not attack rashly. After becoming a powerful gladiator, he felt the danger of the great lord more deeply than before. Facing such an opponent, he could not be impulsive.
"You want to fulfill the most sacred mission of a man and a king, protect your son and wife, and defeat the demon that destroyed your kingdom... You recruit the Black Ghost Chapter and want to form your own army to fight against me...
.Or worse, are you planning to find an opportunity to assassinate me?"
Tyrion shrugged and said very frankly:
"With all due respect, I think you are doing something meaningless and dangerous, but I appreciate your tempering and change of yourself. Just as we agreed at the beginning, you may have tempered yourself into a
A true warrior..."
"But, before we start, I have a few little questions...are you willing to answer me?"
