Azeroth’s Death Track

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Talia has a knot in her heart, and every child of Dawnblade's family knows this.

When Tyrion had just brought Talia back home, the little girl who had survived the siege of Boralus was like a beast that fell into a trap, and was full of hostility to everything around him. For a period of time, she always fought Dornan or deliberately destroyed something to express the anger and hostility of a child in a childish way.

Of course, this method is useless for the big lord. Both he and his wife are undead, with patience far beyond the living. Not only did Talia’s behavior not make them angry, but the undead couple felt the girl’s character. Stubbornness and courage.

Later, Talia and Dornan became good friends, and it took several years to accept the existence of the Blood Mother and Tyrion. Until the end, she began to actively integrate into this quirky family little by little.

Thalia’s childhood time followed Cyrus. Once the great knight Cyrus was a qualified soldier, an excellent commander, but he was never married. At the time, the Duke of Boval in the war years, his own The girl entrusted it to Dai Lin, and Dai Lin was too busy fighting, so he gave Talia to his most trusted big knight. Cyrus really regarded Talia as his daughter, but he cares about Talia It is extensive, just like treating soldiers under your command.

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

There is no need for Aurelia, the rich **** mother-in-law, to become an undead, and her life is destined to have no children of her own. Therefore, she regards the children in the family as her own children.

The 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 is a pity that Tyria’s biological father, Duke of Beauval, and her adoptive father, Cyrus, all died in Tyrion’s hands, which is a point that can never be bypassed.

No living person with complete feelings can feel no sense of this cruel thing, and although Talia’s two fathers have already been integrated into the system of dark blades, Talia is persuaded to let go and live a good life, but for As far as the party concerned is concerned, these past and these things cannot be allowed to dissipate in the memory without feeling.

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

"I have to make it pure, mother."

Talia stepped towards her mother. She reached out her hand and held Aurelia's hands. Under the helmet, in the black eyes, there was a warm light beating.

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

"It prevents me from moving forward, and every time I want to hug you, it echoes in my heart, making me unable to get close to you..."

The daughter's true feelings revealed a hint of mildness and emotion in the blood-red mother's blood-red eyes. She looked at the daughter who had grown up in front of her and she sighed:

"So, the way you want to get closer to us is to find a fight with your father? Talia, little girl, I knew that I couldn't let you go on this path of being a warrior, those **** Cultivated you like this... Can you only use a sword to tell emotions?"

"I just want to end it all in my own way, mom."

Under the black helmet, Talia smiled a little, and she whispered to her mother:

"I just beat Anduin, but I know that the little ghost is just pretending to be dizzy, he may understand me, or he does not understand me, and pretending to fail is just purely not wanting to hurt his sister, but it doesn’t matter. , Say sorry to him for me... well, bless me, mother."

"I want to think of it as a real adult ceremony, but I also know that I am not a dad's opponent, so I hope that he will not be too cruel..."

Talia embraced her mother just like a real mother and daughter. And Aurelia also embraced her grown-up daughter with delicate feelings. She whispered in her ear:

"Then go for it, my Talia."

"Mom will protect you..."

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On the other side, in the hall on the top floor of the Dark Temple, Flynn Fawend is like a needle felt.

Captain Flynn's will made him unwilling to show his weakness in front of Tyrion, but when facing the dark-edged leaders, fear of this kind of thing was not controlled by him. He wanted to use anger instead. His own weakness, but unfortunately, his anger is not as arrogant as he thought.

In fact, the moment I entered the hall, facing Terion, and saw the cold blue eyes, the fear had overflowed from Flynn's heart, just like the rising tide, filled with little by little His body.

"I watched you grow up, Flynn. In my memory, you will always be the good boy full of energy."

Major General Cyrus leaned on his steel chair. The old navy from Boralus said in a disgusted, undeadly cold tone:

"I had hoped that you would become a navy, but you would become a pirate...you became the most despised person! After learning about you and the little girl Talia, I wanted to help you I beg, but... I can’t find a reason! You are still entangled with the most ugly ancient gods in this world, I can’t even find an excuse to spare your life!”

"Cyrus, I didn't..."

Sitting on the chair under the stairs, Flynn looked at Cyrus. After becoming an undead, Cyrus maintained his old appearance, except for the glint blue light in his eyes and the gloomy temperament of his whole body. , He is no different from the port veteran in Flynn's memory.

Flynn heard the accusations from Cyrus, he wanted to say something, he was indeed a pirate, but he had never been in contact with any ancient god, but his explanation was interrupted by a wave of disappointed veterans. .

"I don't want to listen to your explanation, Flynn, you once called your brothers and brothers at Freeport and those pirates, you have integrated them!"

Cyrus closed his eyes and said in a cold voice that the undead should have:

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

Cyrus's words were like the coldest steel knives, piercing Flynn's heart, making the young man shine a bit of pain between his eyes, but this was only his first wave of trial.

"boom"

The thick document was thrown on the ground in front of Flynn by Waver's hand. Between the pieces of paper fluttered, there was a heavy impact. Flynn lowered his head and picked it up on the clean, cold black ground. Turning the first page of the document, the information marked on it and the magical image of it made Flynn's eyes wide.

"You are not only a dirty pirate!"

Bervar Fortagan, the speaker of the forgotten kings in robes, said in a disdainful voice:

"You're still a liar, a playboy, a man with a chaotic style, like a beast indulging in love. In the past 7 years, you have an improper relationship with 154 women, just like the estrus pig..."

"You touched my baby girl with your dirty hands, which made me feel sick! I might have to cut off your hands now... or more directly! I might use my method to make you change Get "clean"!"

This powerful and cold-spoken speaker of the forgotten kings waved his hand, and between the lingering blue mist, Flynn sitting on the chair, as if in a miserable hell, everywhere in the mist It was all the wailing of sinners, and between the whistling numbness of the scalp, Bolvar appeared in front of him, holding a curved bone knife in the hands of the undead.

Talia's biological father looked at him like that, just like a lamb to be slaughtered, he said softly in a strange voice:

"A sinner full of lust, burnout, and possibly walking with the fallen **** of the ancients! Soak three times in blood, three times in salt water, and three times in alkaline water to be completely clean...ready Is it? Flynn..."

"I..."

Captain Flynn gritted his teeth as he stood up from his chair. The hot tea placed in front of him was already chilled by the breath of the undead. He looked at the Boval Futagan in front of him. In one breath:

"My person may be terrible... I admit that I am not a good person, but I am serious about Talia's feelings! I am willing to change my life for her. As for the ancient god, I never They have a slight relationship! I can swear with my soul!"

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

Boval's tone became colder:

"There will always be a perfect husband in her life, but that will not be you! Your life will end today, and after your death, my daughter's life will become more perfect, you are just in her destiny An inconspicuous gangrene, trying to lure her down the wrong path..."

Bolvar waved his bone knife. He looked at Flynn with emotionless eyes. From the misty illusion, there was a cold bone protruding from the ground. In the hollow howl of the bone, young Flynn was fixed on the ground.

"Kill him! Beauval!"

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

"There's no need to explain so much to him... this person's presence with Talia is not an accident, he is probably part of a conspiracy against us... we have all vowed not to make these bad Things involve our family, and this man..."

"He introduced Talia to these things...unforgivable!"

"kill him!"

"Just what I want!"

There was a flash of cold light in the eyes of the Duke of Undead, and he stepped forward, his bone knife waved, and a touch of coldness was beating on the uneven blade, which seemed to represent the end of Flynn Fawend.

The young captain did not struggle any more fearlessly at this moment. From the eyes of the high-level undead in front of him, he saw the extremely cold future for him, just like an established fate, he directly chose to accept, and It cannot be changed.

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

According to the moment when the cold bone knife swayed down in Bowar, a thunderous thunder and lightning thundered into Flinn’s eyes, and the sharp blade of thunder was like a wall. Bewar separated.

It was a long sword pierced into the icy ground. Between the divided blades like a tuning fork, the thunderbolt almost illuminated the dark and cold temple. Duke Bowar saw the sword and he recognized it This sword, and other undead also know this weapon.

Admiral Dai Lin, who sat on the side without saying a word, raised her eyebrows. This seemed to be a rush to see the lively sea monster. He looked up and saw a tall figure wearing a black armor and holding a spiked shield. It is crossing the mist of death and entering between the land belonging to death.

"Talia!"

Flynn, who had escaped from the dead, looked back at the fully armed shadow behind him. The young captain's eyes sparkled with surprise. What followed was a kind of emotional touch and worry.

"You shouldn't be here..."

Flynn reached out and stopped the silent Talia:

"This is something for me and your father. It has nothing to do with you."

"I'm not just here for you, Flynn."

Talia pushed Flynn's hand away from her wrist, and the flame-burning momentum lingering on the body of the warrior girl made Flynn not dare to refuse.

She crossed Flynn and stood in front of her boyfriend. She looked at her father, then reached out and took off the black helmet. In the flick of a single pony tail, Talia looked at Boval, she whispered Say:

"Father, I'm here."

"You shouldn't come!"

Berval Fortagan looked at his daughter. Between Talia’s eyes, he could always see a bit of heroic spirit belonging to the Fortagan family, and the tenderness that was very similar to Talia’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! Talia, everything will end...my daughter."

"No! Father!"

Talia opened her hands and blocked Bervar'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 that my adoptive father is good for me, but I have When I grow up, I can make my own decisions, what Flynn and I need...just your blessings."

Facing Talia's stubbornness, Bowar took a step back angrily. The emotion of this undead prince has never been so intense, he shouted loudly:

"I don't agree with this marriage!"

"father!"

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

"I have decided! And I... have made another decision!"

She looked up and sat on the throne, watching her high-lord Tyraion with ice blue eyes, her adoptive father, she took a deep breath and said aloud:

"Tirion! I have made up my mind!"

"Today! Talia Fortagan, me, your daughter, I'll... challenge you!"

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