When Tiffany returned to the Dark Temple, it was already midnight that day.
She walked quietly in the passage of the Dark Temple. With the unique lightness of the vampires, her walking did not disturb other people. She first came to the children's room and made sure that the children had fallen asleep. Boss Gang liked to kick off the quilt.
Dornan tucked in the quilt and put the weapons that Taliyah always liked to keep beside the bed in the weapon rack.
Salandia's bed was empty, and Tiffany knew that the child must have sneaked away to Tyrion again... The girl adopted by Alleria hated Alleria, but she
She is very attached to Tyrion, probably because the high lord can give her a sense of security.
He is exactly the same as Dornan a few years ago.
In the end, the queen quietly sat beside her son's bed, looking at Anduin who was sleeping soundly. The little prince was still holding the dagger given to him by the Black Phantom tightly in his hand. The bone dagger had been worn away.
, will not hurt him.
Anduin didn't know that the Black Ghost was his father, but perhaps it was the instinctive closeness between father and son that made him unwilling to give up this crude gift.
"Silly boy..."
Tiffany leaned down, kissed Anduin on the forehead, and then walked out of the children's room. As Sarain was reborn with the blood of Alleria, she should be considered a nocturnal creature, always at night.
Very energetic... She planned to pour herself a glass of blood wine and enjoy some quiet time alone.
There have been too many things going on recently, making her a little irritable and uneasy.
And when Tiffany appeared on the platform of the Dark Temple, she unexpectedly saw the great lord and his wife huddled together, sitting on the edge of the platform talking. The sleeping Salandia was held in Tyrion's arms.
, and Alleria was leaning on the shoulder of the great lord. No one spoke, but this quiet scene made Tiffany stop. She looked at the back in front of her, shook her head, and then disappeared quietly.
In the dark night.
In fact, sometimes, Tiffany often thinks that if Varian is also dead... maybe she doesn't need to be so entangled, but now it's actually pretty good.
She has become accustomed to the life of an undead, and she has enough patience to wait...one day, Varian will return to her, and they will be together forever.
As for the high elf girl Valeera...that is just an episode in the lives of the two of them, just let her be.
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Time is rolling forward. What should happen and what should not happen will not be postponed because of the thoughts of onlookers. They are like dead grass and fallen leaves rolled up by the current. There is no room for resistance at all and can only be carried out by the passage of time.
being sent to further places.
The biggest event in the Draenor world, the Draenor Champions Cup gladiatorial competition, finally came to the last day amid the cheers of the audience and the expectations of the fans.
The defending champion, the Shattered Sun Chapter of Shattrath City is as fierce as the last competition. All opponents were swept away by this group of violent draenei gladiators. They stood in a state of complete victory.
In the finals of the final arena.
The opponent of the draenei people is the Black Ghost Chapter, which has become a big dark horse. Yesterday, Varian led 39 followers and defeated the prisoners from Area 13 of Frostfire Ridge in a devastating manner.
The on-the-spot defeat completely reversed the audience's misunderstanding of the Black Ghost Chapter... These well-hidden guys are not fighting alone at all. This is a large war group, and its strength is no weaker than the Shattered Setting Sun.
So today's final is eye-catching, it is definitely a real battle between dragons and tigers.
Before the start of the finals, the moment the two teams entered the arena, the entire arena was like a boiling pot of hot water, boiling endlessly. Men and women roared crazily, and even the audience themselves didn't know what to do.
You know what you are yelling about, but in that kind of environment, people will always get excited unconsciously.
And this time the finals have specially arranged hosts, who are said to be an eloquent ogre wizard from Ogrila, and a goblin interpreter from the Dark Blade Consortium who has hosted many gladiatorial competitions.
Said, in this magical world, they are equivalent to eloquent explanations.
"Aha, audience friends from both worlds, gladiatorial enthusiasts, and bastards who come here specifically to make money from betting, welcome to the Nagrand Arena. This is the last game of the Champions Cup, the final.
...Two ferocious, cruel, crazy, and powerful gladiatorial groups will fight for the glory of the last gladiator king, and there will also be huge bonuses that can make people rich overnight..."
Gulgosok, the goblin commentator of the Dark Blade Consortium, held a microphone in one hand and looked at the financial statistics obtained by the Dark Blade Consortium from this competition with the other hand. Even though he was doing two things, the goblin's voice still seemed very beguiling.
sex.
"Who hates gladiatorial games? No one!"
“Friends, instead of watching others take away the prize money, don’t you want to take action yourself? A big venue like the Champions Cup may be intimidating, but believe me, any fan who wants to experience the fun of competition can go to Azeroth’s
Stranglethorn Vale, win your own glory in the Gurubashi Arena... The Dark Blade Consortium provides each participant with a considerable amount of insurance... We welcome any courageous warrior who is willing to use his life to make money!
"
Seeing that the goblin's words were getting more and more nonsense, the tall ogre next to him hurriedly took over the conversation, and his deep voice echoed in the arena:
"Anyway, let's welcome today's two teams of finalists!"
"A warrior from Draenor, a fearless challenger, an enforcer of the Holy Light, a defender of Shattrath, a representative of the exiles... Shattered Sun!"
"Ho ho ho!"
The audience immediately cheered, and the entire arena was filled with ribbons and petals that were launched into the air. It looked like a real festival, and the three gladiators of the Broken Setting Sun also walked in the wafting of the sacred battle song of Holy Light.
In the center of the venue, they waved their weapons, cheered and roared to the audience in response, which caused another wave of reactions.
Although the audience for this gladiatorial competition comes from both worlds, most of them are local gladiatorial enthusiasts in Draenor, and they are definitely more inclined to the teams from their own world.
"The next ones to appear are the Black Ghosts from Azeroth... They are silent, fierce, and deadly gladiators. They don't like to talk much, just like the weapons in their hands, they are silent.
It's threatening... but let me tell you... they smell like thunder elephant shit!"
Ogre's disdainful comments made the entire stadium cheer. Those supporters of Broken Setting Sun whistled wildly at the Black Phantom who appeared on the stage, and the boos were loud. However, there were also supporters of Black Phantom holding banners and shouting to themselves.
The idols cheered.
However, for Varian and his two teammates, external influences will not weaken their fighting spirit. From the beginning, they did not care about the opinions of the audience, and they did not come here for the money.
, at least for Varian, tempering himself through constant brutal battles is his real purpose.
The ogre commentator also wanted to make some wisecracks to suppress the Black Ghost's momentum. However, just before the two gladiator groups were about to start the final battle, an accident occurred.
The shielding magic on the large platform directly in front of the arena was removed. In the howling wind, Tyrion Dawn Blade, wearing black armor, appeared on the edge of the platform. Everyone saw the coercive druid.
With the slender figure of Llano World, the cheers of the entire stadium seemed to have been extinguished. In the silence, some timid guys even slumped in their seats.
At least in the world of Draenor, Tyrion and the Dark Blade Legion he represents are synonymous with invincibility!
"Wow!"
The ogre commentator was also startled, but the Ogrila clan from which he was born was also a partner of the Dark Blade, so he was not afraid of Tyrion. He used a welcoming tone and shouted loudly on the microphone.
shouted:
"It's your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty left the palace and came to watch the gladiatorial fight! What a rare honor!"
Tyrion shook his head and flicked his fingers. Standing behind him, Lacey, the Crow Queen who had not seen him for a long time, immediately cast an amplification spell on the great lord. The next moment, Tyrion's calm voice
It spread throughout the arena.
"It's a pleasure to watch the warriors fight...but if it's just money, how can it be worthy of the warriors' bloody sacrifices and endless fighting spirit...This is a humiliation for the warriors. Let me add a touch of fun to this game.
.”
The high lord looked at the three Draenei who were glaring at him on the field, and a cold light flashed in his ice-blue eyes:
"The Shattered Sun of the Draenei, if you win, I will return Teledor to you! It will become the second city of the Draenei in the Draenor world besides Shattrath! You guys
You will have absolute autonomy!"
"But if you lose, I want the entire Shattered Setting Sun to be brought under the system of Dark Blade... You will become my most loyal and brave soldiers!"
After saying that, without waiting for the draenei to answer, Tyrion turned his attention to the three Varians again. His eyes narrowed. At the same moment, he was "escorted" by the death knights and sat in a wheelchair.
Marshal Windsor, who had white hair but was neatly combed, wearing a Stormwind Kingdom military uniform, and Genn Greymane, who was wearing Gilneas' traditional hunting attire, appeared next to Tyrion.
The moment he saw Windsor and Jean, Varian, who was wearing a black helmet, clenched the sword in his hand. He wanted to take a step forward, but was stopped by Valeera, who was wearing a red mask.
Stop, the girl's hoarse voice sounded in Varian's ears:
"Don't be impulsive! Listen to what he says...we won't lose!"
"Black Ghost Chapter, old friends...hehe, I have prepared a "gift" for you too."
Tyrion spread his arms, his voice became deeper, and he said:
"If you win and win the title of Gladiator King, the imprisonment of these two soldiers will end and they will be free... But if you lose, I also welcome you to join the Dark Blade."
"Buzz"
Black light surged behind Tyrion. In the blink of an eye, those lights gathered and dispersed to form a black throne. Tyrion sat in it, with his legs crossed and his hands on the armrests.
Looking at the arena below with interest, he said softly:
"Then now...the fighting begins!"
"Please me with blood and death..."
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"ah!"
"Bang"
The brave Draenei Fist fighter waved his heavy shield-shaped gloves with both hands, as if crazy, using all his strength to beat the shield raised by the Orc Blood Fist, and every collision of the weapon would cause a shock to the fine steel.
There were dazzling sparks on their shields, and the collision of pure power caused the ground beneath their feet to crack open inch by inch.
The draenei and the orcs roared at the same time. The two were like wrestling bulls. This kind of primitive battle did not require much skill, but the pure strength and masculinity of the fight made people watch the blood.
Ben Zhang couldn't help but applaud the battle between these two men.
This kind of battle is dangerous. As long as one of them is slightly behind, the force enough to tear the body from the front will instantly tear him into pieces.
There are no weaklings left in this final match of the Champions League.
Varian clenched his sword with both hands and fought frantically with the Draenei defender in front of him. The Draenei holding the crystal warhammer was tall and strong, and his combat experience was even more outrageous. He was full of memories.
The holy light surges on the armor of the holy scriptures. Between each hammer blow, highly concentrated holy light balls hit the surroundings. Those energy are like small fists. As long as they hit, the opponent will be imprisoned in the holy light.
between light.
Even if it is only a short second, in such a top-level gladiatorial match, it will mean the arrival of death... The promise made by Tyrion is of great significance to both parties. No one will back down from such a promise.
One side is fighting for the survival of the tribe, and the other side is fighting for the lives of their former companions... From the very beginning, this battle was destined to have only one winner.
The silent Varian moved quickly to avoid the surging holy light balls around him. The gray war sword in his hand was extremely sharp. Every time he slashed, it would leave a ferocious scratch on the draenei defender's war hammer.
Every time he swung his sword, he looked vigorous and fierce. During this silent confrontation, every time the Draenei tried to break through this troublesome swordsman, they were forced back by the whistling sword.
Seeing the fist fighter on one side retreating from the orcs' brave shields, the defender's eyes flashed with determination. He forced Varian back with a hammer and raised the crystal warhammer high. The next moment, a dazzling
The golden holy light lit up like the sun, shrouding the entire arena.
"Holy Light!"
In the deep roar of the draenei, Varian's vision was filled with golden light, and the orc gladiator who was caught off guard let out a roar the moment the holy light came. It was a roar of being seriously injured. This kind of
The covering tactic made Varian instinctively take a few steps back, and a cold light that made his hair stand on end also lit up behind his neck almost at the same time.
"clang"
The Breaker assassin of the Shattered Setting Sun made a sure blow, but Varian blocked it with his sword. The assassin missed and immediately wanted to jump back to the shadows, but how could Valeela, who had been hiding in the shadows, allow the prey to be obtained?
What about escaping?
"Tear it apart"
The sound of the dagger tearing flesh sounded in the slightly dimmed light. After confirming that the assassin was killed by Valeera, Varian let go of his hand and let out a roar like a lone wolf. The moment the golden light dissipated
, amidst the exclamations of the audience, Varian jumped up high and stabbed the gray sword fiercely into the chest of the draenei fist fighter.
While the hot blood was spraying, Varian drew his battle sword, and Valeela emerged from the shadows and stood on the other side. The orc Blood Fist, whose arm was broken by the fist fighter, was also holding a battle ax in one hand, lying in a pool of blood.
Zhong gritted his teeth and stood up.
Faced with the siege of black ghosts, the defender of Shattered Setting Sun, who was left alone, silently clenched his war hammer. He was still unwilling to admit defeat...
