Azeroth’s Death Track

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 blood race, her walking did not disturb others. She first came to the children's room to make sure that the children were asleep, and Mr. Bang liked to kick off the quilt Dornan tucked in the quilt, and put the weapon that Taelia always liked to keep next to the bed into the weapon rack.

Sarantia's bed was empty, and Tiffany knew that the child must have sneaked off to Tyrion again... The girl adopted by Aurelia hated Aurelia very much, but She is very attached to Tyrion, probably because the high lord can bring her a sense of security.

It is exactly the same as Dornan a few years ago.

In the end, the queen sat quietly beside her son's bed, looking at Anduin who was sleeping soundly. The little prince was still tightly holding the dagger given to him by the black ghost. The bony dagger had been worn off. , will not hurt him.

Anduin didn't know that Black Phantom was his father, but maybe it was the instinctive closeness of 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 Salayne, who was reborn with Aurelia's blood, she should be regarded as 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 are too many things going on recently, which makes her a little irritable and uneasy.

And just when Tiffany appeared on the big platform of the Dark Temple, she unexpectedly saw the great lord couple curled up together, sitting on the edge of the platform talking, and the sleeping Sarantia being hugged by Tyrion , while Alleria leaned 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 without a sound In the dark night.

In fact, sometimes, Tiffany often thinks that if Varian is dead... Maybe she doesn't need to be so entangled, but it's actually pretty good now.

She's used to being a ghost, and she's patient enough to wait... One day, Varian will come back to her, and they'll be together forever.

As for the high elf girl Valeera...that was just an episode in the lives of the two of them, so let her go.

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Time rolls forward, what should happen, what shouldn't happen, will not be postponed because of the thoughts of bystanders, they are like withered grass and fallen leaves being swept by the water, there is no room for resistance at all, only when time goes by was continuously sent to farther places.

The biggest event in the world of Draenor, the Draenor Champions' Gladiatorial Contest, finally came to the last day amidst the cheers of the audience and the anticipation of the fans.

The defending champions, the Shattered Sun Wargroup of Shattrath City, are as fierce as they were in the previous competition. All opponents were swept away by this group of violent draenei gladiators. In the final circle of the final arena.

The opponents of the Draenei people are the Black Specters who have completely become the big black horse. Yesterday, Varian led 39 followers and sent the prisoners from the 13th district of Frostfire Ridge in a destructive manner. The defeat on the spot has completely reversed the audience's misunderstanding of the Black Specters... These guys who hide deep are not fighting alone at all. This is a large-scale battle group, and its strength is not weaker than the Shattered Sun.

So today's final is very eye-catching, it is definitely a real fight between dragons and tigers.

Before the start of the final, at the moment when the two teams entered the big arena, the whole big arena was boiling like a pot of hot water, men and women roared crazily, and even the audience themselves couldn't help it. I know what I'm yelling about, but in that environment, people will always get excited unconsciously.

And this time the finals also specially arranged hosts. It is said that they are an eloquent ogre wizard from Ogrila, and a goblin solution from the Dark Blade Consortium who has hosted many gladiatorial competitions. Said that in this magical world, they are equivalent to eloquent commentators.

Aha, audience friends from both worlds, gladiator lovers, and bastards who came here specifically to make money from betting, welcome to the Nagrand Arena, this is the last match of the Champions Cup, the final ...Two fierce, cruel, crazy, powerful gladiator groups will fight for the glory of the final gladiator king, and there will be huge bonuses that can make people rich overnight...

Gurgosok, the goblin commentator of the Dark Blade Consortium, holds a microphone in one hand, and looks at the statistics of the funds obtained by the Dark Blade Consortium in this competition with the other hand. Even though he has two purposes, the voice of the goblin still seems very bewitching sex.

Who would hate a gladiatorial contest? Nobody!

My friends, instead of watching others take the prize money, don't you want to act yourself? A big stadium like the Champions Cup may be intimidating, but trust me, any lover who wants to experience the fun of competition can go to Azeroth Stranglethorn Valley, win your own glory in the Gurubashi Arena... The Dark Blade Consortium provides a considerable amount of insurance for each participant... We welcome any brave warriors who are willing to use their lives to make money!

Seeing that the goblin was getting more and more out of order, the tall ogre next to him hurriedly took over the conversation, his deep voice echoed in the arena:

In short, let's welcome today's two finalists!

The warrior from Draenor, the fearless challenger, the executor of the Holy Light, the defender of Shattrath, the representative of the exiles...shattering the setting sun!

Ho Ho!

The audience immediately cheered, the entire arena was covered with ribbons and flower petals that were launched into the air, it looked like a real festival, and the three gladiators of Shattered Sun also walked in the sacred battle song of the Holy Light Entering the center of the arena, they brandished their weapons, cheered and roared to the audience in due course, which caused another wave of reactions.

Although the spectators of the gladiatorial competition this time came from two worlds, most of them were native gladiator fans in Draenor, and they definitely preferred the teams from their own world.

The next ones to appear are the Black Specters from Azeroth... They are silent, fierce, deadly gladiators. They don't like to talk too much, just like the weapons in their hands, silent Threatening...but let me tell you...they smell like a piece of thunder elephant shit!

The ogre's disdainful comments made the entire arena a joy. Those supporters of Shattered Sun frantically whistled at the black ghost who appeared on the stage, booing loudly, but there were also black ghost supporters holding banners and shouting at themselves. The idols cheered.

But for Varian and his two teammates, external influences will not weaken their fighting spirit. From the beginning, they don't care about the audience's opinion, and they didn't come here for the money. , at least for Varian, honing himself with the help of continuous brutal battles is his real purpose.

The ogre commentator also wanted to say some witty words to suppress the momentum of the black ghost, but just before the two gladiator groups were about to start their final battle, an accident occurred.

The shielding magic on the large platform directly in front of the arena was removed, and in gusts of howling wind, Tyrion Dawnblade in black armor appeared on the edge of the platform. The slender figure of Lano World, the cheers of the entire arena seemed to be snuffed out abruptly. In the silence, some timid guys even slumped on their seats.

At least in the world of Draenor, Tyrion and the Dark Blade Legion he represents are synonymous with invincibility!

Wow!

The ogre narrator was also taken aback, but the Ogrila clan he was from was also a partner of the Dark Blade, so he was not afraid of Tyrion, and he spoke loudly on the microphone with a welcoming tone. shouted:

It's Your Majesty!

Your Majesty has left the palace to watch the gladiatorial fight! What a rare honor!

Tyrion shook his head, and he flicked his fingers. Standing behind him, the Arakkoa Queen Lai Xi, who hadn't seen him for a long time, immediately blessed the great lord with a loudspeaker spell. The next moment, Tyrion's calm voice It spread throughout the arena.

Watching the battle of the warriors is a pleasure...but if it's just money, how can it be worthy of the bloodshed and endless fighting spirit of the warriors...this is a humiliation to the warriors, let me add a little fun to this game .”

The great 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 Setting Sun of the Draenei, if you win, I will return Teledor to you! It will become the second city of the Draenei in the Draenei world besides Shattrath! You Will enjoy absolute autonomy!

But if you lose, I want the entire Shattered Sun to be brought under the Dark Blade system...you will become my most loyal soldiers!

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the Draenei to answer, Tyrion set his eyes on the three Varians again, his eyes narrowed, and at the same time, under the escort of the death knights, he sat in a wheelchair With white hair all over his head, but neatly combed, Marshal Windsor, who was wearing the uniform of the Stormwind Kingdom, and Genn Greymane, who was wearing the traditional Gilnean hunting suit, appeared beside Tyrion.

The moment he saw Windsor and Jean, Varian, wearing a black helmet, clenched the sword in his hand. He wanted to take a step forward, but was pulled to death by Valeera, who was wearing a red mask. Stop it, the girl's hoarse voice sounded in Varian's ear:

Don't be impulsive! Listen to what he says...we won't lose!

Black Phantom Squad, old friends... Hehe, I also prepared a gift for you.

Tyrion spread his arms, and his voice deepened as 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.

hum

Black rays of light surged behind Tyrion. In the blink of an eye, those rays of light gathered and scattered to form a black throne. Tyrion sat on it with his legs crossed and his hands on the armrests. Looking at the arena below with interest, he said softly:

Then now... the gladiatorial fight, let's begin!

Blood and death...please me.

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ah!

boom

The brave draenei fighter wields heavy shield-shaped gloves with both hands, as if insane, and frantically beats on the shield raised by the blood fist of the orc with all his strength. There were dazzling sparks on the shield, and the collision of pure force split the ground under their feet.

The draenei and the orcs roared at the same time, and the two were like wrestling bulls. This kind of primitive battle does not require too much skill, but the pure strength and masculinity of the fight are impressive. Ben Zhang couldn't help applauding the battle of these two men.

This kind of battle is dangerous, as long as one of them loses the wind, the force enough to tear the body head-on will tear him apart in an instant.

Those left on the final stage of the Champions League are not weak.

Varian clenched his battle sword with both hands, and crazily attacked the draenei defender in front of him. The draenei holding a crystal hammer was tall and strong, and his combat experience was even more horrendous. Holy light surged from the armor of the sacred scriptures, and between each hammer strike, highly concentrated balls of holy light smashed around. Those energies were like small fists, and as long as they hit each other, the opponent would 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... Tyrion's promise is of great significance to both parties, and no one will back down from such a promise, One side is for the survival of the tribe, and the other is for the life of the past companions... From the beginning of this battle, it is destined that there will only be one winner.

The silent Varian moved quickly, avoiding the surging holy light ball. The gray war sword in his hand was extremely sharp, and every time he slashed, he would leave a ferocious slash on the Draenei Vindicator's war hammer. Every time he swung his sword, he looked vigorous and fierce. During this silent confrontation, every time the draenei wanted to break through this tricky swordsman, they would be forced back by the whistling long sword.

Seeing the Fist Fighter on one side keep retreating under the orc's brave shield, a flash of determination flashed in the defender's eyes. He forced Varian back forward with a hammer, and raised the crystal hammer high. The next moment, the dazzling The golden holy light shone like the sun, covering 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 cover-up tactics made Varian instinctively take a few steps back, and a cold light that made his hair stand on end lit up on the back of his neck almost at the same time.

clang

The Broken Assassin who Shattered the Setting Sun made a sure blow, but was blocked by Varian's sword. After the assassin missed, he immediately wanted to jump back into the shadows, but how could Valeera, who had been hiding in the shadows, allow the prey she got? What about running away?

tear up

The sound of the dagger tearing flesh resounded in the slightly restrained 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 exclamation of the audience, Varian jumped high and stabbed the gray sword fiercely into the chest of the Draenei fighter.

While the hot blood was spraying, Varian drew out his battle sword, and Valeera, who appeared from the shadows, stood on the other side, and the orc blood fist, whose arm was broken by the fist fighter, also held a battle ax in one hand, standing in a pool of blood. He gritted his teeth and stood up.

Facing the siege of the black ghost, the garrison officer of Shattered Sun, who was left alone, silently clenched his hammer. He was still unwilling to admit defeat...

However, 3V1...

Victory...Decided