Azeroth’s Death Track

On the night of the third day of the Draenor Champions Cup, this piece of grassland that has been swept by the blood of gladiators started a grand bonfire party as usual. The orc clans and Draenei people here seized this biennial business opportunity. Clan-style big bonfires, barbecues sprinkled with secret spices, Draenei's specialty fish and various snacks, and various souvenirs filled the grass outside the arena.

This is the grandest ceremony site in this small world. The tents made by the orcs in advance have been sold out, and there are still many people who have not bought tents. Fortunately, the temperature is comfortable at this time. Even if you lie on the grassland overnight, look The stars are also a different kind of experience.

Of course, it’s best not to go too deep into the shadows on the edge of the bonfire, because the huge amount of hormones secreted by the bloody fighting during the day makes many travelers not resist the dewy love at night. In short, those depressions one after another The sound can be regarded as a part of the night scenery of the Champions Cup.

And if you're lucky enough, you might even get some drunken Draenei ladies, they'll let you experience what a real exotic style is, but if you're caught by a drunk female orc, That's probably another sad story, uh, of course, maybe some guys might be more excited about it.

Okay. I have reported to my parents that I am safe!

In the camp of the Black Phantom Squad, some distance away from the arena, Dornan grabbed a communication spar, winked and said to the children around him with a smirk:

Mom and Dad are on a date at Sky Song Lake, they don't have time to care about us, but Aunt Tiffany told us to go back before midnight, she will send someone to pick us up, uh, maybe we can play for a few hours, By the way, Vanessa is very angry, she thinks we don't bring her to play...

Very good! Let her be angry alone.

Taelia casually picked up a battle ax from the weapon rack next to her. This talented warrior girl looked at the gladiators who were training against each other under the bonfire. She eagerly said:

I'm going to challenge those black ghost gladiators! Look at the results of my recent training, do you want to come together? Dornan?

I'm not going!

Dornan made a face at Taelia, then ran to the tent on the other side:

Black Specter said that they have some won loot in their warehouse that we can choose at will, so I'm going to go treasure hunting! By the way, bring one for Vanessa, lest she let me sleep on the floor tonight, do you want it? Taelia, I can bring you one by the way, you have to trust my eyes~

Dornan! Wait, where did Anduin and Sarantia go?

Taelia yelled loudly, and Dornan, who had already entered the warehouse of the Black Specter, said without looking back:

He and the black ghost are going to treat that elf! That little pervert likes that pretty elf named Valeera, he hates it the most! I'm going to tell Aunt Tiffany to slap his ass! Hmph, I'm angry!

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In the tent on the other side of the camp of the Black Phantom Squadron, the doctor of the warband, an old troll witch doctor, was pouring the medicinal soup that shone like a blue starlight on the unconscious Valeera.

This potion mixed with some magic essence can suppress the magic addiction rolling in the high elves and the curse that erupted at the same time. The magic addiction is an attribute of the high elves, but the curse was when they were fighting to the death in Highmaul Castle. Blessed on Valeera by an orc warlock, that curse is very strange, it will make Valeera's magic addiction break out more frequently, and each time it will become more painful.

This is also the reason why Valeera and Varian had a quarrel last night... Varian asked Valeera to suspend the fighting and receive medical treatment, but Valeera was unwilling. She preferred to accompany Varian to finish the Champions Cup.

The reason why the high elf assassin is so persistent is also very simple. She has received a call from the Sangunar family. After the Champions Cup match, she will leave the battle group and return to the world of Azeroth to go to Feralas. The ancient city of Eresalas returned to the high elf civilization under the leadership of the Sun King.

From Valeera's point of view, this means that she will be separated from Varian forever. For a girl chasing an impossible love, there is nothing more painful than this.

She is always like this, she must do what she decides, she is very stubborn, and it is a headache.

Wearing a black helmet, Varian half-kneeled in front of Valeera's hospital bed. He stretched out his hand and brushed the long golden hair of the high elf assassin in a coma. Behind him, Anduin and Sarantia He was carefully watching the trophy of the black ghost, and the voice of the black ghost made Anduin turn his head. Looking at the gentle back of the black ghost, he suddenly asked:

You like Ms. Valeera, right? Mom said that only when you like someone can you tolerate her shortcomings.

Like? Hehehe

Varian let out a burst of laughter. He helped Valeera cover the quilt, then turned around, and looked at his grown son through the eye hole of the helmet. His son was so close, he had a lot to say to Anduin, but in the end he relied on his firm will and suppressed the waves in his heart. He sighed, picked up two apples from the table, and handed them to Anduin Yin and Sarantia.

Silly boy, it's not a matter of liking or not. The world of adults is very complicated... Forget it, why am I telling you this?

Varian shook his head and walked to the two children. In his tent, there was a wooden weapon rack full of various weapons.

look at this!

He picked up a dagger, which was very rough, as if it was made of animal bones. He put the dagger in front of Anduin's eyes, and said softly:

This is the weapon your father and I took when we went to the arena for the first time. It was miserable, right? Hahaha, at that time we were gladiators under a big slave owner named Rega. We were inexperienced, yes A real rookie, being bullied by those old guys all day, but your father is very talented...he only took 3 months to become a real gladiator.

Wow!

Anduin blinked, he put down the apple in his hand, and held the rough animal bone dagger in his hand, as if feeling what his father felt at that time. After a few seconds, he raised his head and looked at the black ghost:

You haven't told me yet, where is my father? What is he up to? Uncle Tyrion often said that my father was a natural fighter who just needs to be polished, and when he is strong enough, he will come to pick him up. Me and my mother, and my mother said, my father was a hero and a good king, don't you think?

He...

Varian stretched out his hand, and touched Anduin's head tremblingly. It was hard to imagine that a powerful gladiator would not be able to control his fingers, but in fact it was like this, but after a while, he twitched again. His emotions calmed down, he turned around, leaned on the weapon rack, and held Anduin and Sarantia in his arms. The two children resisted at first, but they seemed to feel the inner surge of the black ghost. Emotionally moved, but no longer resisted.

Your father, Varian, what do you say? I talked to him about these things too, and he told me he wasn't a hero.

Varian's voice became hoarse:

If he was a real hero, he wouldn't have allowed Tyrion to take you and your mother from behind him... He's been regretting it, hating his own weakness, but Tyrion was right, he did A natural fighter, it's a pity he didn't realize it until he lost everything, after he actually became a gladiator.

As for the king... he is no longer a king, silly boy, he abandoned his duty and mission, he ran away.

The voice of the black ghost became deeper and deeper. After taking a breath, he turned his head to look at the thoughtful Anduin. He stroked Anduin's hair and said softly:

But believe me, he still loves you very, very much. You and your mother will always be the most precious treasure in his heart. When we were separated, Varian told me that he would continue to practice and make himself better Strong, strong enough to rival Tyrion, and come to take you home.

But...but why must it be stronger than Uncle Tyrion?

Anduin bit the apple and continued to ask:

And you said it was Uncle Tyrion who took my mother and me away from Dad, but that's not what Mom said. Mom said Uncle Tyrion and Aunt Aurelia saved her. Without them, Mom might I can’t wake up again. So, you must be lying to me, Uncle Tyrion is so kind to me, he even sent me to Shattrath to learn the Holy Light spell with Naaru.”

He's a villain! Silly boy.

Varian couldn't help hugging Anduin tightly, and said in a deep voice:

Trust me, Tyrion is a villain, he...

Varian couldn't continue because he saw Anduin looking at him with an angry look.

You are not allowed to slander Uncle Tyrion like this. I have seen it with my own eyes. In order to protect the humans in the northern border, my uncle killed the big demon with dangerous gems. For a while, he was covered in blood every day when he returned to the temple... .He never said anyone was a badass, he always said they were just not smart enough to see the truth of things!

Anduin struggled to get out of Varian's arms, he pulled Sarantia, looked at the black ghost in front of him, and asked suspiciously:

Did your father tell you so? Did your father say Uncle Tyrion was a villain?

Looking at Anduin's eyes, Black Specter clenched his fists in pain, but in the end, he still tilted his head, pretending to say relaxedly:

No, son, your father never said anything bad about Tyrion. These are my own thoughts. He and I are good friends. I have to stand by his side... By the way, speaking of it, after a few days Today is your birthday, do you have any wishes? If I meet your father next time, I can tell you.

Well...no wish.

Anduin tilted his head and thought for a while, then looked at the black ghost:

But if you have to talk about wishes, you can tell my father, just say that my mother and I miss him very much, and let him take time to meet us in the Dark Temple. I know that my father must be doing some right and great things. Don't want to disturb him, but really...

The little prince raised his finger and whispered like a child:

Really, it only takes a little time for him. Mom misses him very much. Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night, I will see my mother crying alone with his magic image...although she can't cry. Tears, but I can feel, mum is lonely, and, and I haven't seen him yet.

At this moment, Varian had a strong urge to take off his helmet and hold his son in his arms, but... But he couldn't, Tyrion might be staring at him in a corner. As for him, he can't...can't pull Anduin and Tiffany into danger again because of himself.

Okay, okay.

Varian concealed the fragility in his heart. He stood up, patted the dust off his body, bent down, looked at Anduin, and then stretched out his hand:

I will tell you, but you haven't told me your wish yet... You see, what you just said was a wish for your father, and I, I am a black ghost, so I can also fulfill your other wish ~

Really?

A happy smile appeared on Anduin's face. He looked at the black ghost, and the kind of instinctive kindness in his heart made him unable to help but take a step forward, and took the initiative to hug the black ghost's waist. He said:

I saw the Gladiator King's belt for the Champions Cup the other day, it was cool! I thought it would look good on you, so, can you get that belt and take a magic image with me? I can get Go back and show Grandpa Windsor.

certainly!

Varian hugged his son, and he said in a sacred, promise-like tone:

I promise! Boy, I'll get that belt for you...no one can stop me!

wow

At this moment, the curtain of the tent was pulled open suddenly, and Queen Tiffany, who came quietly in the darkness, appeared at the entrance of the tent. Behind him, there were several gladiators escorting her. However, just as the tent opened, At that moment, the black ghost holding Anduin subconsciously turned to look at the door.

And Queen Tiffany also saw those familiar eyes that would appear in every dream. Varian's clumsy disguise could fool the naive Anduin, but not her. In the tent where Varian lived, on his bed, lay another beautiful elf beauty.

You! Disgusting...liar!

Tiffany! Let me explain!

Amidst the beating of the bloody halo, Queen Tiffany's figure turned into a swift shadow and disappeared into the camp of the Black Phantoms. Varian, who was holding Anduin just now, was even more like a ghost at this moment. Like a preying cheetah, it disappeared at the entrance of the tent in an instant.

Only Anduin who stood there stupidly and Sarantia who sat and ate an apple were left in place, two silly children, but they didn't know what happened.