Azeroth Trail of Light

The champion's banquet will last until midnight, and the fanatical fans will even fight until dawn. In a few days, this lively place will become deserted again, until the next gladiator competition is held two years later. If If the partying villains of all races weren't dead, they'd probably be more than happy to pay to watch it again.

But presumably there will be no such outstanding gladiators as Gavincent and Lagosh in the next gladiator competition, right?

From double kings to demigods, this gladiator competition is definitely the rarest era in history where heroes gathered. The top five who enter the semi-finals can be thrown into any gladiator competition, and they are definitely popular candidates for the championship. This year's gold content is frighteningly high, which also makes Prager a little frowning.

The organizer of the next competition is the Black Iron Bar. Maybe Prager is worried about where to invite such excellent gladiators. If it is not done well, the Black Iron Bar will lose face.

But at this point, the bigwigs of the dark world are sitting together, and they are not discussing the game in 2 years. After the redistribution of interests is over, another matter is put on the agenda.

"According to the report from our spies in Ashenvale, just 2 hours ago, a purple mountain fell into the sea of ​​mist, where a super-large tide was formed due to the impact, and the dark coast was even directly submerged. I don't care much Those elves, but I'm curious, what is that "purple mountain" that falls from the sky into the sea?"

Qiao Laqi rubbed his smooth chin with his fingers. His fingers were very thin, but his nails were very clean. It was hard to believe that those ten fingers would turn into deadly weapons at any time. .

Sitting across from him, the mage-looking guy in a thick purple robe chuckled, unable to tell the difference between male and female, but when he raised his head, under the purple mage hat was a very similar A clown-like stitched mask, that is the black market owner of the Dalaran sewers, a mage with mysterious origins.

"Purple mountain? The level of the spies of the Assassin League is too low, right? It's clearly a giant crystal with strange magic power. I'm sure there are creatures on it, but I can't be sure whether it's an enemy or a friend. They look very bad." Why, they have adept experience in magic concealment, I lost 3 useless subordinates, and I can barely see the scene above."

The mysterious mage drank sweet fruit wine, stretched out his fingers and waved in front of his eyes,

"Tsk tsk, it turned into hell there, but the night elves reacted very quickly. The first ship set off from Auberdine 2 hours after it fell, and it is estimated that they have already met those strange blue-skinned creatures. Unfortunately, in the face of national power, we are still somewhat weak."

Qiao Laqi shrugged regretfully, turned his head and glanced at the vacant seat,

"It's a pity that Bainholler is not here. Otherwise, with the level of the succubus under his command, we may have obtained first-hand information... At least we can buy a good price."

Hearing this, Prager, who had been frowning all this time, raised his head,

"Forget it, Mr. Duke, with two guts, Bainholder dare not send his own demons to the Exodar. The Draenei are the real members of the Holy Light. They use the skills of the Holy Light , is as skilled as those paladins of the Silver Hand, it's too late for Bainholler to avoid them, how could he join in the fun!"

"Exodar? Draenei? What's that?"

Qiao Razi and the mysterious mage exchanged glances, and told them directly that the dwarf warlock had mastered some secrets that they didn't know. Seeing this scene, Prager coughed pretentiously, picked up the wine glass again, and shook it. Twice, until Qiao Lacy showed an impatient look, he opened his mouth and said,

"I have an old friend...well, the very 'good' kind, I thought he was dead long ago but he wasn't, for some reason he's now with the fallen draenei, It's a spaceship, understand?"

Prager put down his wine glass, stood on a chair, and made an exaggerated gesture with his hands,

"A spaceship that is far superior to Azeroth in terms of magic technology and engineering attainments. It is said that it is dedicated to sailing in the twisting void. Those draenei originally lived in the outer domain, but not long ago, the outer domain After the king launched the war, they were forced to leave the broken world that had been shrouded in war, and then came to Azeroth. Although they are undeniably a very powerful race, I think they are just a group of poor fugitives."

Although what he said was easy, the corners of Prager's mouth turned up to prove his complacency and the deeper meaning. With a light flick of Joe Razi's finger, a silver emblem landed on Prager's hand , the mysterious mage stretched out his finger and drew a circle in the air in front of him, then reached into the circle, took out a box, threw it to the warlock, and said impatiently,

"What else do you know? Let's talk about it together, we won't treat "old friends" badly."

The dwarf did not answer, but stretched out his hand to pick up the badge, glanced at it, and put it in his arms with satisfaction, then reached out to open the box a little, and nodded in satisfaction,

"Well, there is indeed one more message."

Prager's eyes widened, he twirled his mustache, lowered his voice,

"Those draenei came here with a purpose, they came to find Dick! Do you think the Dawn Knight is still here? Haha, he left 2 hours ago. With Ms. Jaina's teleportation skills, It's probably here by now."

"Is it the reinforcements of the "Northern Expedition" he organized? Or his old acquaintance?"

Qiao Laqi asked again. The Warlock opened his hands and made a helpless expression. The Duke Assassin moved his teeth, stood up, and leaned slightly towards the other two. His body flashed lightly and disappeared into the In situ.

The mage said cheerfully, "Qorazzi had a bad relationship with Dick because of the syndicate. Although Dick bowed his head in the end, thinking about it now, his move was too bad. Even if Dick is out of the civilized world now, He has become a loner, and he still puts too much pressure on Qiao Laqi."

Prager looked at the smiling mage with a weird face,

"I didn't say that your intelligence organization needs to be upgraded quickly...Dick, when did he live alone?"

"..."

At the same time, Madian was sitting with Anduin on the last step of the gladiatorial arena. After the gladiatorial match ended, Lili and Lao Chen went to somewhere sneakily, and Anduin After staying with Lagosh for a long time, when Madian found him, the little prince was sitting alone on the edge of the empty arena, quietly watching the moon in a daze.

He put the armor-piercing hammer aside, and he even threw the prince's scepter next to the warhammer. Anduin was holding a small gourd in his hand. If Madian read it correctly, it should be Old Chen. The meeting gift for the little prince is said to be filled with fine wine from Lao Chen's hometown.

"Hey, Anduin, I haven't seen you all afternoon!"

Madian didn't care about the dust on the ground, and sat down next to Anduin, reached out and took the wine gourd in Anduin's hand, opened his mouth and took a sip, and then winked at the spicy taste for a long time, It's time to slow down.

As the child grew older, his father's tyrannical manipulation of magic reappeared in him, along with Medivh's bad habit of drinking. Of course, even in Karazhan, where the wine is piled high, the staid old butler Moros and the indifferent mentor Meri Winterwind will not allow Madian to be drunk all day long, especially Ms. Aegwynn of Theramore .

So this period of time with Lao Chen was actually a rare free time for Madian to grow up. He took another sip of his spirits and squinted at the silent Anduin. The two children had been friends for a long time, so Madian could easily tell that Anduin was in a bad mood.

"What's the matter? Curious boy, who made you unhappy! I... uh, let's let Old Chen beat him!"

Anduin looked up at the moon hanging in the sky,

"No one but Lagosh, my father."

"puff!"

Hearing this, Madian opened his mouth and spat out a sip of wine, and asked in surprise,

"Isn't His Majesty Varian in Stormwind City? Although I haven't seen him, but...could your mother...sorry, I just..."

Thinking of what happened to Queen Tifein, Madian hurriedly stopped his weird thinking, and Anduin shook his head, a little frustrated,

"It's not what you think. The mentor told me everything before he left. It's really unimaginable. Lagosh is actually the half body of my father. He will only become one with my father who is far away in Stormhold. Be truly my father, Varian Wrynn."

Hearing this explanation, Madian touched his mouth, and said thoughtfully, "It sounds like a taboo sorcery that splits the soul, something difficult to deal with, but you should be happy, you can finally meet again When it comes to your father, why..."

"But he forgot! Madian, Lagosh forgot everything except me, he forgot Stormwind, he forgot the kingdom, he forgot... my mother, he was still with that high elf, he betrayed His love and his kingdom."

Anduin excitedly stood up from the ground, dancing and shouting, "I wished my father was a real hero countless times, but I only remember him drunk, I wished him a wise monarch countless times, But he left everything behind the country, only his love for my mother, that's the only thing that made me feel warm, but now it's gone! Madian, can you understand?"

"The last thing that made me feel warm is gone, even though Lagosh is as brave as I imagined! He is like the hero in my imagination, I can feel that we are connected by blood, but he is not my father, he He is a living person, and I am not even qualified to ask him to sacrifice himself and turn back into Varian Wrynn, as you can see, he has his own life, and that high elf loves him very much."

Madian's brows were also frowned. Anduin's question was too sharp, which caught him off guard, but after thinking for a few seconds, he said,

"Think about it, Anduin, at least he still remembers you, what can you expect from a father whose soul has been split? He is the luckiest thing to remember you, uh..."

A dark shadow sprang up from behind Madian, broke through his magic shield in an instant, strangled his neck without even arousing a little resistance, and more dark tentacles sprang out from his shadow, killing him to death Being entangled, he couldn't make a sound, but Anduin, who had his back to Madian, didn't feel all this, he was still venting his sadness.

"No, Madian, I'm very troubled now, maybe the man in Stormwind Keep is my father, Lagosh...he's just a poor man, he should have his own life, I'm not qualified to ask him to give up Valle for me Hey, maybe it's just because we haven't met, it's better for me and him, you understand? Madian...Median?"

Anduin turned his head, and what he saw was a big ugly face,

"Of course, I understand, Your Highness!"

"Quack, you'll be free of worries soon because you'll lose them both! Hahaha"

The two-headed black shadow carried the unconscious Anduin and Madian and turned around and walked into the shadows. In the distant jungle behind him, the gate of the ogre kingdom has been opened, and the Dire Maul arena is going on around the arena. A carnival, soon, the "masters" who live in Dire Maul will have another "carnival".

"Flame, burn up, burn up!"

"Let's hear the wail, let's feel the pain, quack, we said we'd be back... We never broke our word!"

The moment this distorted black shadow disappeared, orange flames also rose from the noisy border in the distance. This restless night was completely torn apart by the noise at this moment.