Azeroth’s Death Track

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Tiffany returned to the Dark Temple at midnight.

She walked quietly in the passage of the dark temple. With the peculiar lightness of the blood tribe, her walking did not disturb the others. She first came to the children's room to confirm that the children had fallen asleep, and helped to kick the quilt. Dornan tucked in the corner and put the weapon that Talia always liked to put on the bedside on the weapon rack.

Saranti’s bed was empty, Tiffany knew that the child must have secretly ran to Tyrion again... The girl adopted by Aurelia hated Aurelia, but Tyrian is very sticky, probably because the Lord Lord can bring her a sense of security.

It's exactly the same as Dornan a few years ago.

Finally, the queen sat quietly beside her son's bed, looking at the sleeping Anduin. The little prince was still holding the dagger given to him by the black ghost. The bone dagger had been worn away. , Will not hurt him.

Anduin did not know that the black ghost was his father, but perhaps the instinctive closeness of the father and son made him unwilling to give up this rough gift.

"Silly boy..."

Tiffany leaned down, kissed on Anduin's forehead, then fluttered out of the children's room. As Saline, who was reborn from the blood of Aurelia, she should be regarded as a nocturnal creature, always at night Very spirited...she intends to pour herself a glass of blood wine and enjoy a quiet time alone.

There have been too many things recently, which made her a little irritable and a little uneasy.

When Tiffany appeared on the platform of the Dark Temple, she unexpectedly saw the couple of lords curled up and sitting on the edge of the platform and talking. The sleeping Saranti was held in the arms by Tyrion , And Aurelia leaned on the shoulder of the high lord, no one spoke, but this quiet scene made Tiffany stop, she looked at the back of her eyes, shook her head, and then disappeared silently. In the dark.

In fact, sometimes, Tiffany often thinks that if Varian is also dead... maybe she doesn’t need to be so tangled, but now it’s actually pretty good.

She is used to living as an undead and she has enough patience to wait... One day, Varian will come back to her and they will be together forever.

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

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Time rolls forward, what should happen, what should not happen, will not be postponed because of the bystander's thoughts, they are like hay and leaves fallen by the current, there is no room for resistance, only in the passage of time Zhong was continuously sent to further places.

The biggest game in the world of Draenor, the competition of the Draenor Champions Cup, in the cheers of the audience and the expectations of the enthusiasts, finally came to the last day.

The defending champion, Shattrath City’s Broken Sunshine Regiment is as fierce as the previous game. All the opponents were swept away by this group of violent draenei gladiators. They stood in a victory. In the final round of the final arena.

The opponents of the draenei were the Black Ghost Warfare who became the dark horse. Yesterday, Varian took 39 followers to destroy the prisoners from the 13th district of Frostfire Ridge. The defeat on the spot completely reversed the audience's misunderstanding of the Black Ghost Warrior... These deep-seated guys are not singles at all. This is a large warfare group, and its strength is not weaker than the broken sun.

So today's finals are striking. This is definitely a real battle for the dragons.

Before the finals began, the moment the two teams entered the grand arena, the entire grand arena was like boiling hot water, boiling endlessly, men and women roaring wildly, not even the audience themselves Knowing what you are yelling at, just in that kind of environment, always makes people unconsciously excited.

And this time the finals also specially arranged a host, said to be an eloquent ogre wizard from Orgrila, and a goblin solution from the Dark Edge Consortium, which has hosted many gladiatorial competitions Say, in this magical world, they are equivalent to a tongue-in-cheek explanation.

"Aha, audience friends from two worlds, gladiatorial lovers, and **** who made money specifically for betting, welcome to the Nagrand Arena, this is the final game of the Champions League, the final ...Two fierce, cruel, crazy, powerful gladiators will fight for the glory of the final gladiator, and huge bonuses that will make people rich overnight..."

Gorgo Sock, the goblin commentator of the Dark Blade Consortium, held the microphone in one hand and looked at the statistics table of the funds received by the Dark Blade Consortium in this game. Under the dual purpose, the goblin's voice still seemed very confusing. Sex.

"Who hates the gladiatorial competition? No one!"

"Friends and other people watching take away the prize money, don't you want to do it yourself? A big stadium like the Champions League may be intimidating, but believe me, anyone who wants to experience the fun of competition can go to Azeroth Stranglethorn Vale, win your own glory in the Gurubashi Arena...Darkblade Consortium provides every participant with a considerable amount of insurance...We welcome any brave warriors who are willing to make money with their lives! "

Seeing the goblins speak more and less, the tall ogre next to him quickly took the conversation, his low voice echoed on the field:

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

"Warriors from the native of Draenor, fearless challengers, executors of the Holy Light, defenders of Shattrath, representatives of the exiles... the broken sun!"

"Roar!"

The spectators cheered immediately. The entire stadium was covered with ribbons and petals that were launched into the air. It looked like a real holiday, and the three gladiators of the broken sun were walking in the sacred battle song of the Holy Light. Entering the center of the venue, they waved their arms and cheered and roared at the audience, which caused a wave of reactions.

Although the spectators of this competition are from two worlds, most of them are local enthusiasts of Delano, and they are definitely more inclined to their own world team.

"And what comes next is the black ghost clan from Azeroth...they are silent, fierce, deadly gladiators, they don’t like to talk much, just like the weapons in their hands, silent It’s threatening...but I want to say...they smell like thunder and shit!"

The ogre's disdainful comments made the whole stadium happy. Those supporters of the broken sun were frantically whistling at the appearance of the black ghost, booing, but there were also supporters of the black ghost pulling the banner to themselves The idols cheered.

However, for Varian and his two teammates, external influences will not weaken their fighting spirit. From the beginning, they did not care about the views of the audience. They did not come for the money. At least, for Varian, to grind himself with the help of continuous brutal battle is his real purpose.

The ogre commentator also wanted to make some funny words to suppress the spirit of the black ghost, but just before the two gladiators were about to start the final battle, an accident appeared.

The shadow magic on the large platform directly in front of the arena was removed, and in a gust of wind, Tyrion wearing black armor appeared. The blade of dawn appeared on the edge of the platform, and everyone saw the pressure. The slender figure of the world of Rano, the cheers of the entire stadium are like being stifled, and in the silence of the birds, some timid guys even slumped in the seats.

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

"Wow!"

The ogren commentator was also taken aback, but the Orgril clan of his origin was also a partner of the dark blade, so he was not afraid of Tyrion. He used a welcoming tone on the microphone. Shouted:

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty left the palace and came to watch the gladiator! This is a rare honor!"

Tyrion shook his head, he shook his finger, and standing behind him, the long-lost Crow Queen Rexie immediately blessed a magnifying spell on the Lord Lord, and the next moment, Tyrion’s calm voice It spread throughout the whole arena.

"It's a pleasure to watch the war of the Warriors... But if it is only money, how can it be worthy of the **** sacrifice and endless fighting spirit of the Warriors... This is a humiliation for the Warriors, let me add a little fun to this game. ."

The high lord looked at the three draenei who were glaring at him on the field, a cold flash in his ice blue eyes:

"The broken sun of the draenei. If you win, I will return Teredore to you! There will be the second city of the draenei besides Shattrath in the world of Draenor! You Will enjoy absolute autonomy!"

"But if you lose, I want the whole broken sun to fall under the system of the dark blade...you will be my most loyal soldiers!"

After speaking, before waiting for the draenei to answer, Tyrion set his eyes on the three Varians again, his eyes narrowed, and at the moment of unification, he sat in a wheelchair under the **** of the death knights Marooned Windsor, dressed in a military uniform of the Storm Kingdom, and Jean Greymane, wearing traditional Gilson clothing, appeared beside Tyrion.

At the moment of seeing Windsor and Jean, Varian with a black helmet squeezed the war sword in his hand. He wanted to step forward, but was killed by Valilla with a red mask. Stopped, the girl's hoarse voice rang in Varian's ear:

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

"Black Ghost Warrior, old friends...haha, I also prepared "gifts" for you."

Tyrion spread his arms and his voice became deeper, he said:

"If you win and win the title of King of Fighters, these two soldiers will end their imprisonment and they will be free... But if you lose, I welcome you to join the Dark Blade."

"Om"

The black light was surging behind Tyrion. In the blink of an eye, the light gathered to form a black throne. Tyrion sat in it. He tilted his legs and put his hands on the armrests. Looking at the arena below with interest, he said softly:

"So now...fight, start!"

"With blood and death...please please me."

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"what!"

"boom"

The brave draenei fighters wielded heavy two-handed shield gloves, like crazy, trying their best to beat on the shield raised by the orc blood fist, every collision of the weapon will be in the steel The shield of Dawn sparkled with dazzling sparks, and the collision of pure power split the ground beneath the feet of the two.

The draenei and the orc snarled at the same time. The two were like wrangling bulls. This primitive battle did not pay much attention to skills, but the pure power and masculinity of the fight, but the bloodline that made people look Ben Zhang couldn't help but applaud the battle between these two men.

Such a battle is dangerous, as long as one of them falls a bit, the force enough to tear the body frontally will divide him instantly.

None of the players left in the finals of this Champions League are weak.

Varian clenched the war sword with both hands, and fought against the draenei garrison in front of him. The draenei holding the crystal warhammer was tall and sturdy, and his combat experience was rich. The Holy Light surging on the armor of the Holy Scriptures, between each hammering, there is a highly condensed Light Ball hitting all around. Those energy like small fists, as long as they hit, will make the opponent imprisoned in Holy Between the light.

Even in just one second, in such a top-level competition, it will mean the arrival of death... The promise made by Tyrion is of great significance to both parties, and no one will shrink back before such a promise. One side is for the survival of the clan, and the other side is for the life of the past companions... This battle was doomed to only one winner from the beginning.

Silent Varian moved quickly, avoiding the holy lights around him. The gray war sword in his hand was extremely sharp. Every slash would leave a grudge on the Warrior of Draenei. Mark, every time he wields his sword, he appears to be vigorous and fierce. During this silent confrontation, whenever the draenei want to break through this tricky swordsman, they will be pushed back by the roaring sword.

While watching the fist fighter on one side constantly receding under the orc's brave shield, a ray of firmness flashed in the eyes of the garrison, he forced Varian to retreat forward, and raised the crystal warhammer high, the next moment, dazzling The golden holy light shone like the sun, and enveloped the entire arena.

"Holy Light!"

In the low-pitched roar of the draenei, Varian’s vision was filled with golden light, and the unpredictable orc gladiator gave a roar at the instant of the light, which was a seriously wounded roar. The covering tactics allowed Varian to step back instinctively, and the cold awn that made his hair stand up almost at the same time lit up behind his neck.

"clang"

The broken assassin's assassin of the broken sun was given a tenacious and steady shot, and Varian was blocked by the war sword grid. The assassin wanted to jump back to the shadow immediately after the miss, but how could Valilla, who has been hidden in the shadow, allow the prey he got What about running away?

"Tear it"

The sound of the dagger tearing the flesh sounded in the slightly convergent light. After confirming that the assassin was killed by Valiera, Varian who let go completely let out a lone wolf-like roar, the moment the golden light dissipated In the exclamation of the audience, Varian jumped high and thrust the gray war sword into the chest of the draenei fighter.

Between the blood sprays, Varian pulled out the war sword, and Valilla, who appeared in the shadow, stood on the other side, and the orc blood fist, whose arm was broken by the fighter, also carried the battle axe in one hand and was in the pool of blood. Clenched his teeth and stood up.

Facing the siege of the black ghost, the sergeant of the broken sun with only one person left clenched the warhammer silently.

However, 3V1...

Victory or defeat...

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