Azeroth’s Death Track

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On the night of the 3rd day of the Delano Champions League, this piece of grassland that has been swept by the blood of the fighting has started a grand bonfire party as usual. The orc clan and the draenei people here have seized this biennial business opportunity. Clan-style big bonfires, barbecues sprinkled with secret spices, draenei fish and specialty foods, and souvenirs filled the grass outside the arena.

This is the grandest ceremonial site in this small world. The tents made by the orcs in advance have been sold out, and many people have not bought the tent. Fortunately, the temperature is comfortable at this time. Even lying on the grassland for a night, see The stars are also a different experience.

Of course, it’s better not to go too deep into the shadow of the burning edge of the campfire. The massive secretion of hormones caused by the **** fighting in the daytime makes many travelers not resist the dew in this night. In short, those one after another suppression The sound is also a glimpse of the Champions League night.

And if you are lucky enough, you can even get some drunken Miss Draenei, they will let you experience what is truly "exotic", but if you are taken in by a drunk female orc, That's probably another sad story, er, of course, maybe some guys might be more excited and maybe because of it.

"Okay. I've already reported the safety to my parents!"

In the camp of the Black Ghost Regiment, some distance away from the arena, Dornan grabbed a communication crystal and smirked at the children around him with a smirk and said:

"My parents are dating on Tiange Lake. They have no time to control us, but Auntie Tiffany asked us to go back before midnight. She will send someone to pick us up, uh, maybe play for a few hours, By the way, Vanessa is very angry, she thinks we don’t take her to play with..."

"Very good! Let her be angry alone."

Talia lifted a battle axe from the weapon rack next to her. The talented warrior girl looked at the gladiators training against each other under the campfire. She said eagerly:

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

"I won't go!"

Dornan grimaced towards Talia and then ran to the tent on the other side:

"Black Ghost said that they have some winnings in their warehouse that we can choose at will, so I'm going to seek treasure! By the way, bring one to Vanessa, lest she let me sleep on the floor tonight, do you want it? Talia, I can bring you one by the way, you have to believe my eyes~"

"Dornan! Wait, where did Anduin and Sarantia go?"

Talia shouted loudly, and Dornan, who had entered the warehouse of the Black Ghost Regiment, said without looking back:

"He and Black Ghost went to heal the elf! The little pervert liked the pretty elf named Valera, he hated it the most! I want to tell Aunt Tiffany and let Aunt pump his ass! Huh, I'm angry! "

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In the tent on the other side of the camp of the Black Ghost Warrior, the physician in the war team, an old troll witch doctor, was pouring down the unconscious Vallara with the medicinal soup shining like a blue starlight halo.

This potion mixed with some magic spirits can suppress the rolling addiction of the high elves and the curse that broke out at the same time. The addiction is the attribute of the high elves, but the curse is when they fight in the death of the Hammercastle. Blessed by an orc warlock on Valera, the curse is strange, it will make Valilla's addiction more frequent, and every time it will become more painful.

This is also the reason why Valilla and Varian broke out last night...Varian asked Valilla to suspend the fight and receive treatment, but Valilla was unwilling, she hoped to accompany Varian to finish the Champions League.

The reason why the high elf assassin is so persistent is also simple. She received a call from the Sangunar family. After the Champions League game, she will leave the battle group, return to the world of Azeroth, and go to Feralas. The ancient city of Heresalas is back to the advanced elven civilization under the leadership of the Sun King.

In Valilla's view, this meant that she would be separated from Varian Eternal, and for a girl chasing an impossible love affair, there was nothing more painful than this.

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

Varian, wearing a black helmet, knelt halfway in front of Valilla's bed. He reached out and brushed his long blond hair for the unconscious high elf assassin. Behind him, Anduin and Salantia He was carefully watching the "spoils" of the black ghost, and the voice of the black ghost also made Anduin look back. He looked at the gentle back of the black ghost, he suddenly asked:

"You like Ms. Valira, right? Mom said that only by loving someone will she tolerate her shortcomings."

"Like? Ha ha ha"

Varian gave a burst of laughter, he helped Valera cover the quilt, then turned around and looked at his grown-up son through the hole in the helmet. This was the first time he had separated from himself after he had separated. His son is so close, he has a lot of words to say to Anduin, but in the end he relied on his firm will to suppress the inner waves, he sighed, picked up two apples from the table, and handed him to Anduin In and Sarantia.

"Stupid boy, this is not a question of likes or dislikes. The world of adults is complicated...Forget it, what do I say to you?"

Varian shook his head and walked to the two children. In his tent, he placed a wooden weapon rack filled with various weapons.

"look at this!"

He picked up a dagger, which was very rough, just like the animal bones. He put the dagger in front of Anduin and said softly:

"This is the weapon that my father and I took when we first went to the arena. It was miserable, right? Hahaha, we were gladiators under the hands of a big slave called Rega, we had little experience, yes The real rookie is bullied by those old guys all day long, but your father is very talented... he took only 3 months to become a real gladiator."

"Wow!"

Anduin blinked. He put down the apple in his hand and held the rough beast bone dagger in his hand, as if feeling his father's feelings. After a few seconds, he raised his head and looked at the black ghost:

"You haven't told me, where is my father? What is he busy with? Uncle Tyrion often says that my father is a natural warrior, but he needs to be polished, and when he is strong enough, he will come to pick it up. Me and my mother, and my mother said, my father is a hero and a good king, do you say that?"

"He..."

Varian reached 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 churned again His emotions calmed down. He turned around, leaned on the weapon rack, reached out and hugged Anduin and Saranti in his arms. The two children resisted at first, but they seemed to feel the inner spirit of the black ghost. Moving feelings, but no longer resist.

"Your father, Varian, what do you say? I also talked to him about these issues, and he told me that he is not a hero."

Varian's voice became hoarse:

"If he is really a hero, he will not allow Tyrion to take you and your mother away from him... He has been regretting and hating his weakness, but Tyrion is right, he does He is a born warrior, but after losing everything, he became aware of this after he became a gladiator."

"As for the king... he is no longer a king, silly boy, he gave up his responsibility and mission, he fled."

The black ghost's voice became deeper and deeper. After a breath, he turned to look at Anduin's thoughtfulness. He touched 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 cherished treasure in his heart. When we separated, Varian told me that he would continue to practice and make himself more Strong, strong enough to match Tyrion, and then come to take you home."

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

Anduin continued to ask after biting the apple:

"And you said that Uncle Tyrion robbed me and my mother from my father, but my mother didn’t say that. Uncle Tyrion and Aunt Aurelia saved her, and if they weren’t, mother might I won’t wake up anymore. So, you must be lying to me. Uncle Tyrion is so good to me. He also sent me to Shattrath to learn Holy Light spells with Naru."

"He's a bad guy! Silly boy."

Varian couldn't help but hug Anduin, he said in a deep voice:

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

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

"You are not allowed to defame Uncle Terion, so I have seen it with my own eyes. In order to protect the humans in Northern Xinjiang, the uncle killed the big devil with dangerous gems. For a period of time, he returned to the temple every day with blood. . He never said that anyone is a bad guy, he always said they were just not smart enough to see the truth!"

Anduin struggled to get out of Varian's arm. He took Salantia and looked at the black ghost in front of him. He asked suspiciously:

"Did your father tell you this? Did your father say Uncle Tyrion is a villain?"

Looking at Anduin's eyes, the black ghost clenched his fists in pain, but in the end, he still tilted his head and pretended to say easily:

"No, boy, your father has never said bad things about Tyrion. These are all my own thoughts. I am a good friend with him. I have to stand on his side... by the way. Heaven is your birthday, do you have any wishes? If I meet your father next time, I can tell you."

"Um...no desire."

Anduy tilted his head for a moment, then looked at the black ghost:

"But if you have to say wishes, you can tell my father that my mother and I miss him so that he can take time to visit us in the dark temple. I know that my father must be doing something great and right. I 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. My mother misses him a lot. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and I will see my mother crying while holding his magic image... although she can’t cry. Tears, but I can feel that my mother is lonely, and that I haven’t seen him yet."

At this moment, Varian had a strong impulse in his heart to take off his helmet and then hold his son in his arms, but...but he couldn’t, Tyrion might be staring in a corner With him, he can't...can't drag Anduin and Tiffany into danger again because of himself.

"Okay, okay."

Varian concealed his inner fragility. He stood up, patted the dust on his body, bent down, looked at Anduin, and then extended his hand:

"I'll tell you, but you haven't told me my wish yet... you see, what you just said is a wish for my father. For me, I am a black ghost, so I can fulfill your other wish too. ~"

"really?"

Anduyin had a happy smile on his face. He looked at the black ghost. The kind of inner instinct kindness made him unable to step forward and took the initiative to hug the black ghost. He said:

"I saw the belt of the King of Fighters in the Champions Cup that day, it's cool! I think it must be very handsome to wear on you, so, can you get that belt and take a magic picture with me? I can take it Go back and show Grandpa Windsor."

"of course!"

Varian hugged his son, and he said in a holy, fulfilling promise:

"I promise! Boy, I will get that belt for you... No one can stop me!"

"Wow"

The curtain of the tent was suddenly opened at this moment, and Queen Tiffany, who arrived quietly in the darkness, appeared at the entrance of the tent. Behind him, there were several gladiators escorted, however, just opened at the tent At that moment, the black ghost holding Anduin turned his head subconsciously and looked at the door.

And Queen Tiffany also saw the familiar eyes that appeared in every dream. Varian’s poor disguise could deceive the naive Anduin, but not her, and even more terrible, here In the tent where Varian lived, on his bed, there was another country-looking fairy beauty.

"You! Disgusting... liar!"

"Tiffany! Listen to my explanation!"

Amidst the **** halo, Queen Tiffany's figure turned into a shadow and disappeared into the camp of the Black Ghost Regiment, while Varian, who was still holding Anduin, was more like this moment. Like a cheetah that preyed, in a flash, it disappeared at the entrance of the camp.

Only Anduin, who was standing there foolishly, and Salantia, who was sitting and eating apples, were left in place, two silly children, who didn't even know what happened.

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