Azeroth’s Death Track

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Matters between men and women are always the most difficult to deal with. Whether it is for bystanders or for the person concerned, the deeper the feelings, the deeper the entanglement when the waves are encountered, one is not handled well , Both will be hurt.

This is why many couples who love each other will turn their backs on each other, and this feeling is often unreasonable.

In the late night of Nagrand Prairie, Tiffany Elian’s figure turned into a flurry of blood and light, and her lover who had been waiting for several years finally met tonight, but she thought that her lover would never In the case of possible betrayal, she saw another woman but appeared in Varian's life. For any obsessive woman, this is an unbearable betrayal.

What's more, in the surging of the blood of Sarin, Tiffany Elian is no longer a pure human being, and the life form of a vampire is between life and death, which means that she also has some characteristics of undead. Nian... that is something deeply buried in the soul of the dark blade undead, and in Tiffany's heart, there is also this obsession.

Although she did not resist the goodwill of Aurelia and Tyrion, deep down, she was still like Anduin, expecting that her husband would one day bring her and son away Take it out of the dark temple...

However, this obsession was broken tonight, or, in the anger caused by love, she was reluctant to accept the explanation.

She wanted to escape... from this cruel reality, into the illusion of her own weaving, but the calling voice behind her became more and more clear, always reminding her that everything in front of her was real.

"Get away! Get away, don't get close to me!"

Tiffany screamed and speeded up again. The blood of Sarin in her body was surging, giving the once delicate queen unimaginable strength and speed. A pair of **** wings appeared behind her. Between the flapping of his wings, Tiffany's figure was like the shadow of the moon, like a wind, flying across the grassland.

"Tiffany! Stop!"

Behind her, Varian chases after him. He knows that his queen misunderstood his relationship with Valilla, but to be honest, this is not a misunderstanding, because between him and the obsessive high elf assassin. There are indeed some feelings that have sprouted, but in the past few years, the woman has been with him. The so-called people are not plants, can they be ruthless?

Varian, who is full of power, runs as fast as lightning. The high-level warrior’s manipulation of the power of anger is like the magician’s manipulation of the magic power. This has been separated from the original will influence, turning that anger into substance. In every step of his leg opening, there is a fine dark red lightning wrapped around his body, which is the true display of the power of anger.

This means that Varian has surpassed the power of mortals and truly mastered the essence of anger. He has entered a new realm, and from his age at this time, it means that Varian’s future is almost no. Ending, maybe, one day, he can rely on pure power to fight with Tyrion.

But now, he is still a little less.

"Tiffany!"

Varian looked at the slender figure walking in the dark in front of his eyes, and looked at his wife thinking about it day and night. He had a lot to say to her, but the most important issue now is to catch up with her first.

"boom"

The soft ground under the feet of the high-level soldiers was suddenly pressed by the great force, spreading out as if it were bombarded, and between the splattered soil turf, Varian's figure rushed in like a cannonball In the middle of the air, a high-level combat skill called heroic jump can let the soldiers enter the stagnation state for a short time, and the speed of this combat skill is amazing. For a time, Varian entered the air like lightning.

His eyes were fixed on Tiffany in front of him. His body was like stepping on an invisible wall in mid-air. At the next moment, his falling figure accelerated again, like a string. Like an arrow, in the white sonic boom that vibrated in the air, it whistled and hit Salin in front of him.

Charge... A combat skill that every fighter, no matter beginners or veterans will use, but a powerful charge like Varian is really rare.

"boom"

The two collided in the air, and Tiffany, who was moving at a high speed, lost his balance and screamed and fell to the ground, and behind her, Varian stretched out his arms and hugged his wife in his arms. A free-falling attitude, traversed an arc in the air, and finally hit the ground fiercely, where the soil was flying across the ground, just like a real artillery shell landing, and even pulled out a deep on the ground Gully.

"Cough"

Varian raised his head from the depression in the ground. He coughed twice, feeling the trembling body in his arms. He didn't know what to say for a while. In the end, a thousand words came together...

"Tiffany, it's innocent between me and Valilla, nothing happened to us... believe me."

"Wow"

Varian’s voice seemed to awaken Tiffany, who hurriedly moved her body out of Varian’s arms like a shadow. Under Nagrand’s moonlight, she turned her back to her husband , The figure was trembling, but the white long skirt that month fluttered in the night breeze, coupled with the dark golden long hair flying in the moonlight, this scene became more peaceful.

The soldier stood up from the ground. He patted the dust and walked step by step towards his wife. He stretched out his hand and placed it on Tiffany's shoulder, trying to turn his wife over.

"No...don't look...I'm not the same as me..."

Tiffany covered her face with her hands. After the first misunderstanding and the chilling emotion calmed down, she became afraid. She didn't want Varian to see herself now, but Varian's hand stubbornly grabbed On Tiffany's wrist, pull away the hand covering the cheek.

He saw his wife. Compared with the last side he saw in the separation of the burning night of that city a few years ago, Tiffany became thinner and lighter, and his long blond hair changed. It became a slightly strange dark gold, and of course, there were those eyes, those blood red eyes belonging to Sahel, which at first glance would make people feel afraid.

She is no longer the original queen of Tiffany. Now she is Tiffany Elian, the blood maid of the Mad Mother of the Dark Edge. She has become accustomed to the state of existence as Saline, even in her sleep. It is no longer possible to remember the feelings and state of being a human being.

"very beautiful."

Varian took off his black helmet and exposed the face that had become more resolute. In addition to the scars that Tyrion had left on his eyes, there were a few more greasy faces on that cheek. The scars make this face look a little gruesome, but it is more like a lion born for battle. The scars on his face and body are proof of his fighting and bravery.

"Ok?"

Tiffany raised her head and was seeing the emotion flowing in Varian's blue eyes. It was love and thoughts that made his cheeks hot. His slightly rough fingers brushed on Tiffany's cheeks. , Lifting her beautiful face, he looked at the blood-red eyes, he said softly:

"It's like a red gem...I heard everything you experienced from Anduin, it's not your fault, my lover, I don't care what you become, as long as you are still here enough."

"I just want to tell you, Tiffany...I miss you so much, I miss our son..."

In the depths of the secluded grassland, under the bright moonlight, the night wind swayed the wild grass and swayed, two lovers who missed each other hugged quietly, four lips touched, and then counted the two separately like a lit flame The infatuated male and female complainers of the year were completely submerged, burned, and all thoughts and emotions were completely bonded.

Under the night, the tumbling desire, like the tumbling tide, broke through reason and was unstoppable.

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The black ghost returned to the camp, it was already midnight.

The gladiators have rested, and even the loyal and brave Brady. Bloodfist snored in his tent. The black ghost did not disturb anyone, just like the best assassin, crouching. Slipped into his tent.

Tomorrow there will be a 32-to-16 competition. Since he has promised that his son must win the championship, Black Ghost must do it... He decided to take advantage of the night to practice martial arts to ensure his good condition tomorrow.

However, at the moment he opened the tent curtain, the body of the black ghost seemed to be frozen, standing on the spot as if dull.

In front of him, in that tent, a familiar figure was sitting there, with arms in his arms holding Anduin and Salantia sleeping, on the bed not far away, beside the unconscious Valilla, sitting Another high elf in a long dress, the latter is carefully checking the status of Valilla.

"Uh"

The short knife in the waist slipped into the hands of the black ghost, but just before he took his steps, the high lord Tyrion raised his head and touched the sleeping Anduin's hair, then extended his finger to the black ghost. Made a forbidden action:

"Hush... the children are asleep, it took me a long time to make them fall asleep, and you don't want to disturb them, right?"

Looking at Tyraine’s ice-blue, calm eyes, the black ghost’s fist clenched tightly, the indescribable anger fire burned his emotions at this moment, his blood, let his eyes A scorching flame was beating.

"Take your dirty hands... away from my son!"

Varian gritted his teeth and whispered word after word:

"All the grudges, come towards me! Tyrion... Don't hide behind the child! You coward!"

"You call me a coward?"

The lord’s expression also became cold, seeming to be dissatisfied because of Varian’s inaccurate speech. He put the two children on the blanket on the side. He moved his hands and feet, stood up, and looked angry at him. The fire-wrapped Varian Wrynn said coldly:

"Do you want to challenge me? Very good...I will give you this opportunity! Bring your weapons and follow me!"

Facing the invitation from the Lord Lord, Varian walked into the tent without hesitation and fearlessly, raised his war sword and heavy shield from the weapon rack, and before leaning out of the tent, he leaned over and settled in Andu Because he kissed gently on his forehead, he followed Tyrion away without looking back.

After the two men left, Aurelia shrugged a little helplessly at the edge of the bed, and then stretched out her hand, stroking the sleeping forehead of Valera on the bed. Torment, already exhausted.

"What the **** did you do with him...poor girl."

Aurelia recognizes Valera, although the Sangunar family is mysterious, but has also dealt with the windrunner. Valilla is theoretically a descendant of Aurelia. Nearly a hundred years ago, at a certain time In the accident, the Sangunar family lost a lot of assassins, and Valilla’s parents died in that accident. Since then, Aurelia has never heard of Valilla again. .

The blood-mother took out a piece of blood-red blood essence, which stored compressed life energy in a gem-like thing. Between the ten-finger activity, the **** halo enveloped Valera's body and penetrated into life energy. In the middle, the haggard cheeks of the weak high elf assassin also became rounded, and after doing all this, the **** mother picked up two sleeping children, and she took a last look at Valila, then in the blood halo Between the swings, it disappeared into this slightly messy tent.

On the other side, in the depths of Nagrand’s grassland, Tyrion and Varian stood with swords, but the two **** enemies did not immediately start, compared to Varian’s tiger gaze and the anger in his eyes, Terry Ang showed great demeanor. He looked at the gladiator in front of him. After a while, his fingers moved, and the heavy ash messenger disappeared into his palm.

Lord Lord spread his hands and looked at Varian:

"Everything you do, throw yourself into the arena, train yourself into a fearless fighter, beat yourself into a tough weapon, push yourself to the extreme, and madly develop your potential...all this , All to take away little Anduin and Tiffany from me, right?"

Varian did not answer, but did not rush to attack. After becoming a powerful gladiator, he felt the danger of the lord more deeply than ever. In the face of such opponents, he could not be impulsive.

"You want to fulfill the most sacred mission of a man and a king, protect his son and wife, and defeat the demons that have destroyed his kingdom... You house the Black Ghost War Group and want to form your own army to fight me... . Or worse, are you looking for a chance to assassinate me?"

Tyrion shrugged and said very frankly:

"Frankly speaking, I think you are doing something meaningless and dangerous, but you appreciate my temper and change of self. As we agreed, you may have tempered yourself into a The real warrior..."

"But, before the fight, I had a few small questions... would you like to answer me?"

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