Azeroth’s Death Track

Taelia has a secret in her heart, and every child in the Dawnblade family knows it.

When Tyrion just brought Taelia back home, the little girl who survived the siege of Boralus Harbor was full of hostility towards everything around her like a small beast caught in a trap. For a while she was always fighting with Dornan, or vandalizing something, to express a child's anger and hostility in a childish way.

Of course, this method is useless for the great lord. He and his wife are undead, and they have far more patience than the living. Taelia's behavior not only did not make them angry, but made the undead couple feel the girl's character. tenacity and courage.

Later, Taelia and Dornan became good friends, and it took several years to accept the existence of the blood mother and Tyrion, until finally, she began to actively integrate into this weird family bit by bit.

Taelia spent her childhood with Cyrus. The former great knight Cyrus was a qualified soldier and an excellent commander, but he was never married. During the war years, the Duke of Bolvar gave his only The daughter was entrusted to Dai Lin, and Dai Lin was also busy with the war, so he handed Taelia to his most trusted knight. Cyrus did regard Taelia as his daughter, but his concern for Taelia It is extensive, just like treating soldiers under his command.

The girl who grew up in this kind of extensive life did not feel too delicate feelings, and this lack of feelings was deeply satisfied after she integrated into the Dawn Blade family.

Needless to say, Aurelia is the emotional blood mistress. After becoming an undead, she is doomed to have no children of her own in her whole life, so she regards the children in the family as her own children.

And the great lord himself occasionally shows his emotional side. He may not be a qualified father, but he has been working hard to make himself a qualified father.

It's a pity that Taelia's biological father, Duke Bolvar, and her adoptive father, Cyrus, both died at the hands of Tyrion. This is a point that can never be bypassed.

It is impossible for any living person with complete emotions to be indifferent to such cruel things, and even though Taelia's two fathers have already integrated into the Dark Blade system and advised Taelia to let go of the past and live a good life, but for As far as the person concerned is concerned, it is impossible to let these past and these things dissipate in memory without feeling.

The connection of blood is sometimes difficult to become a bond of family affection, but it can convey something darker...such as a faint hatred. Hatred itself may not be important, but mixed with more delicate feelings, it will make it no longer pure, and impure feelings will bring pain.

I've got to make it pure, Mother.

Taelia walked towards her mother. She stretched out her hand and held Alleria's hands. Under the helmet, there was a warm light in those black eyes.

I don't hate you anymore, but I still want to fulfill the obsession in Taelia's heart in the past. I want to truly be your daughter...not a stranger with obsession in my heart.

It hinders me from moving forward. Every time I want to hug you, it echoes in my heart, making me unable to get closer to you...

The revealing of her daughter's true feelings made Mistress Blood's blood red eyes a little more gentle and emotional. She looked at her grown-up daughter in front of her, and she sighed:

So, the way you want to get closer to us is to fight with your father? Taelia, little girl, I knew that you couldn't be allowed to embark on this path that belongs to the warrior, those bastards You have been raised like this...can you only express emotions with swords?

I just want to end this on my own terms, Mom.

Under the black helmet, Taelia showed a smile, and she whispered to her mother:

I just beat Anduin, but I know that little witty ghost is just pretending to be dizzy, he may understand me, or he doesn't understand me, pretending to fail is purely because he doesn't want to hurt his sister, but it doesn't matter , say sorry to him for me...and, bless me, mother.

I want to treat it like a real rite of passage, but I also know that I'm no match for Dad, so let's hope he doesn't hit too hard...

Taelia hugged her mother, just like a real mother and daughter. And Aurelia also embraced her grown-up daughter with delicate feelings, and she whispered in her ear:

Then go at ease, my Taelia.

Mom will protect you...

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On the other side, in the top hall of the Dark Temple, Flynn Fairwind was sitting on pins and needles.

Captain Flynn's will made him unwilling to show his weakness in front of Tyrion, but when facing the leaders of Dark Blade, fear is not something he can control. He wants to use anger instead His own weakness, but unfortunately, his fire of anger is not as strong as he thinks.

In fact, the moment he entered the hall, faced Tyrion, and saw those cold blue eyes, fear overflowed from Flynn's heart, like the rising tide of sea water, filling up bit by bit his body.

I watched you grow up, Flynn, and in my memory, you will always be that good boy full of energy.

Rear Admiral Cyrus leaned back on his steel chair. The old navy from Boralus said in a disgusted, undead-like cold tone:

I had hoped that you would become a navy, but the world has changed, and you have become a pirate...become the person we despise the most! After knowing about you and the little girl Taelia, I wanted to Pleading, but... I can't find a reason! You are still entangled with the ugliest ancient god forces in this world, and I can't even find an excuse to spare your life!

Cyrus, I didn't...

Sitting on the chair under the steps, Flynn looked at Cyrus. After becoming an undead, Cyrus maintained his old appearance, except for the blue light shining in his eyes and the gloomy temperament that changed all over his body. , he was no different from the Harbourmaster veteran in Flynn's memory.

Flynn heard Cyrus' accusation, and he wanted to say something. He was indeed a pirate, but he had never had contact with any ancient god, but his explanation was interrupted by a disappointed veteran waving his hand. .

I don't want to hear your explanation, Flynn, you once called brothers and sisters with those pirates in Freeport, you once integrated into them!

Cyrus closed his eyes, and said with a cold voice that should be expected of an undead:

But Taelia is my daughter, my baby, and I cannot allow her to associate with a pirate!

Cyrus' words were like the coldest steel knife, piercing Flynn's heart, causing pain to shine between the young man's brows, but this was only his first trial.

boom

Boval waved the heavy document and threw it on the ground in front of Flynn's eyes. As the pieces of paper flew, there was a heavy impact sound. Flynn lowered his head and picked it up on the cold black ground that had been wiped clean. Turning to the first page of that document, the information marked on it and the vivid magic image made Flynn's eyes widen.

You're not just a dirty pirate!

Bolvar Fordragon, the long-robed Speaker of the Forgotten Kings, said in a contemptuous voice:

You are still a liar, a playboy, a man with a messy style and a sex-addicted beast. In the past 7 years, you have had improper relationships with 154 women, like a pig in heat...

You touch my baby girl with your own dirty hands, it makes me sick! I should probably cut off your hands right now...or be more direct! I should probably do it my way and make you Gotta clean up!

The powerful, cold-toned Speaker of the Forgotten Kings waved his hand. Amidst the lingering blue mist, Flynn, who was sitting withered on a chair, seemed to be in a miserable hell, everywhere in the mist They were all the wailing of sinners, and amidst the scalp-numbing whistling, Bolvar appeared in front of him like a shadow, holding a curved bone knife in the hands of the undead.

Taelia's biological father just looked at him like that, as if looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. He whispered in a strange voice:

A sinner full of lust, lassitude, and the possibility of walking with a fallen ancient god! You have to soak three times in blood, boil three times in salt water, and soak three times in lye to be completely clean... Get ready Is it? Flynn...

I...

Captain Flynn gritted his teeth. He stood up from his chair. The hot tea in front of his eyes had already been chilled by the breath of the undead. He looked at Bolvar Fordragon in front of him and took a deep breath. Take a breath:

I may be a bad person... I admit that I am not a good person, but my feelings for Taelia are serious! I am willing to change my life for her. As for the ancient gods, I have never They have nothing to do with each other! I swear on my soul!

No, you don't need to change, Flynn Fairwind, and my daughter doesn't need you to change for her.

Bovar's tone became more bleak:

There will always be a perfect husband in her life, but that won't be you! Your life will end today, and after you die, my daughter's life will become more perfect. You are just a part of her destiny. An insignificant gangrene trying to lure her down the wrong path...

Bovar waved the bone knife in his hand. He looked at Flynn with emotionless eyes. From the misty phantom, a cold skeleton protruded from the ground. Amid the hollow and low howling of the skeleton, the young man The human Flynn was firmly fixed on the ground.

Kill him! Bolvar!

Behind the Duke, Tyrion, sitting on the cold throne, said in a low voice:

There's no need to explain so much to him... It's not an accident that this man was around Taelia, he's probably part of a plot against us... We've all sworn not to let these bad guys It involved our family and this man...

He brought Taelia into these things... unforgivable!

kill him!

Just what I want!

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Duke of Undead. He took a step forward and swung the bone knife in his hand. A chill danced on the uneven blade, which seemed to represent that the end of Flynn Fairwind was approaching.

At this moment, the young captain did not make any more fearless struggles. He saw the extremely cold future for him in the eyes of the high-ranking undead in front of him, just like a predetermined destiny, he directly chose to accept it, and Cannot be changed.

At the moment when the bone knife swung down, Flynn closed his eyes and raised his head, as if he had accepted his fate.

And according to the moment when Bovar's cold bone knife swung down, a flash of wind, thunder and lightning whizzed into Flynn's eyes, and the sharp blade that shone with thunder was like a wall. Bolvar separated.

It was a long sword pierced into the cold ground. Between the dividing blades like tuning forks, the beating lightning almost illuminated the dark and cold temple. Duke Bolvar saw the sword and recognized it. This sword, other undead also know this weapon.

Admiral Dai Lin, who was sitting on the sidelines without saying a word, raised her eyebrows. It seemed that the Sea Demon King, who had come to watch the fun, raised his head and saw a tall figure in black armor and holding a spiked shield. Passing through the fog of death, entering the land of death.

Talia!

Flynn, who had narrowly escaped death, looked back at the heavily armed figure behind him. The young captain's eyes shone with astonishment, followed by a kind of spiritual touch and worry.

You shouldn't be here...

Flynn reached out and stopped the silent Taelia:

This is about me and your father, it has nothing to do with you.

I'm not just here for you, Flynn.

Taelia pushed Flynn's hand away from her wrist, and the flame-like aura lingering on the warrior girl's body at this time made Flynn dare not refuse.

She crossed Flynn and stood in front of her boyfriend. She looked at her father, and then reached out to take off the black helmet. With the flick of the single ponytail, Taelia looked at Bolvar, she whispered explain:

Father, here I come.

You shouldn't be here!

Bolvar Fordragon looked at his daughter, and in Taelia's eyebrows, he could always see a trace of heroism belonging to the Fordragon family, as well as the tenderness that was very similar to Taelia's mother, The girl in front of him is the most important treasure in his life, so precious that the Duke of Undead is willing to give everything for her.

Let me kill him! Taelia, it will all end... my daughter.

No! Father!

Taelia opened her hands, blocking Bolvar's way forward, she said stubbornly:

Flynn is your future son-in-law! I have recognized him, he is a man worth relying on, and I believe that he can give me happiness, father... I know and my adoptive father is for my own good, but I have already Growing up, I can make my own decisions, and all Flynn and I need...is your blessing.

Facing Taelia's stubbornness, Bolvar took a step back in annoyance. The undead Duke's emotions had never been so intense, and he shouted loudly:

I do not agree to this marriage!

Father!

As soon as Taelia took Flynn's hand, she said:

I've made a decision! And I... have made another decision!

She looked up at her Highlord Tyrion, her adoptive father, sitting on the throne with icy blue eyes, and she took a deep breath and said aloud:

Tyrion! I've made up my mind!

Today! Taelia Fortagan, I, your daughter, I'm here... to challenge you!