Tyrion. The Dawnblade and his Darkblade Legion won't protect the Federation forever...

This was when the Federation was established, and the Grand Lord himself told Edwin. In the matter of Speaker Van Cleef, in the thinking of the Great Lord, whether a civilization can exist for a long time, its ability to deal with war on its own is a very important standard line.

And now, all aspects of the Dark Blade's system have begun to be separated from the Federation, which means that perhaps in the near future, the Dark Blade will no longer be the protector of the Federation's civilization... In the federal system, some of the most visionary and intelligent people are aware of this.

The Federation has existed for a short time, it is a very young civilization, and the system in all aspects is still gradually maturing, but it cannot be ignored that although the Federation has accepted many racial civilizations, the main body of this civilization is still the number of two-thirds of the total number of human beings, and the empire on the other side of the Endless Sea is also dominated by humans.

The same race may be opposed to each other because of different civilization systems, but the connection in the blood determines that they will not fight forever, the two civilizations will always come into contact, and the various currents of thought brought by contact will continue to bring the relationship between the two sides closer, which is what Tyrion wants to see... Two civilizational systems that represent different development futures and compete with each other in a healthy way.

But if the Blade had existed before the Federation, then such a civilizational contact would never have been possible... At some point, the Blade will "break away" from the federal system, and at that time, the Federation and the Empire will truly stand on the same footing and talk to each other on an equal footing.

Yes, the big arms dealer Hesso is right...

The army of the Dark Blade did not exist to fight the Empire, and the two were no longer opponents of the same level.

The future opponent of the empire has only one... That's the Federation! And the dark blade, the dark blade will be in a higher position, to watch this kind of competition, to prevent the competition between the two sides from entering the stupid internal friction link, in layman's terms, it is to "fight", and whoever dares to be the first to start the "martial arts", the father of the dark blade who has been watching the world will fall from the sky and beat the unbehaved bear child severely.

The High Lord and the Darkblade have even greater ambitions, and he will not rest on the Empire that is struggling to catch up, forgetting that the Council of Kings was established to oversee all civilizations in Azeroth... In other words, the civilization of the Federation will eventually be included in the ranks of the Overseers of the Forgotten Kings.

Once this civilization supported by Tyrion begins to degenerate, the Federation's "biological father" will also ruthlessly shoot his bow left and right to wake up the "son".

But that's for later... The High Lord of the Darkblade, who had been trying to establish a new order in Azeroth, was now on his "vacation".

Wait, why are you putting on this expression?

Couldn't the Great Demon King take a vacation?

Although as an undead, Tyrion rarely feels haggard, and it is difficult to feel the pressure that will overwhelm him, but occasionally he will want to put everything aside and let himself spend a few days of leisurely vacation, probably because he is always exposed to some conspiracy theories every day, which will make Tyrion feel bored as an undead.

In short, at the turn of spring and summer, the Great Lord finally began his first vacation after his death... He returned to Draenor, to his true home, suspended in the dark temple above the Shadow Moon Sea, and after a night of warmth with his wife, the High Lord sat on the edge of the temple's rooftop, emptying everything in his mind as if he had entered a meditative state.

For the emotionally weak undead, this state is even the most relaxing moment, of course, it is also the closest moment to death, which can make Tyrion feel the peace from the bottom of his heart... He liked the undisturbed tranquility, even if it was a waste of time.

But who could expect him to make the most of every minute of his long, peaceful life? Wasting time once in a while may be a different experience.

Of course, for the Great Lord, the quiet time is always short...

"Quick! Come after me~"

The screams of the children soon sounded beyond the platform, on the shores of the distant Shadow Moon Sea, and Tyrion, with his powerful senses, could clearly hear the screams of his own crazy girl, which meant that the bear children living in the Dark Temple had begun to make noise again.

The roar of machinery resounded on the shore of a blue Shadow Moon Sea, and several "knights" galloped along the gentle road of the coast in the direction of the Dark Temple, led by Dornan, who was wearing a blue helmet, riding a small steel locomotive specially made for children, her long white hair fluttering in the wind behind the helmet, probably not fast enough, and the shaman also summoned a strong wind to push her to accelerate.

The stupid girl slammed the accelerator and let out a mocking, heartless laugh.

"Dornan, say you're not allowed to use magic! You cheat! ”

Behind her, there are two children chasing after me, yelling and screaming, Delia, who has developed a healthy wheat-skinned skin in gladiatorial training, simply does not wear a helmet and drives her black motorcycle all the way, full of a wild beauty, and Vanessa, who is training as an assassin, grabs the handle and rides a white motorcycle to follow.

Even the always withdrawn High Elf girl Sarandia joined in the carnival of crazy children, but this girl did not race with the three bear children, on the contrary, she maintained the progress of the little motorcycle at a slow pace, and beside her, Anduin, who wore a golden helmet and drove awkwardly, and the two little ones were talking and laughing together.

In Tyriaon's vision, these two children of similar size have a bit of a taste of each other, childhood sweethearts.

After a few minutes, the children get closer and closer to the Dark Temple, and as they get closer to the end, the smug silly girl Dornan finally pays the "price" for her cheating.

It was her first time riding this cool "steel horse", and after several times of continuous acceleration with strong winds, her speed had reached a very crazy speed for beginners, and at this speed, the handling of the motorcycle became very unstable, which was even worse for a novice like Dornan.

She tried her best to control her direction, but when she crossed a corner, she made a mistake that caused her to fall off the side of the road with the car.

The locomotive made by the master craftsman Owersback is of outstanding quality, and it is not damaged under the fall, after all, it is for children to play, and the weight does not reach the horror level of 2 tons of the original, but Dornan is still stunned by the whirlwind, but this child is a Delaney, and she has shown extremely good physical fitness since she was a child, and she also wears a helmet, and fortunately she did not fall out of a head.

"Aha! Looks like someone is going to bring me tea and water tomorrow! ”

"Dornan, hahaha, your pocket money for next month is mine!"

As Dornan struggled to get back on the bike, the two chasing companions were already running away, and she let out a sneer that made Dornan angry, but no matter how hard she tried to catch up, she still lost the contest between the kids.

And the penalty for losing the game is...

Not only did she lose the best stand position in the "Champions Cup" game, but also her pocket money for the next month, which made the little princess Dornan shrug her head and tail all day, looking like she couldn't lift her spirits, but the next morning, she returned to her previous heartless posture, because today is definitely a happy day.

Today, the Great Lord of the Darkblade, her father, is going to take them to see the most famous gladiatorial match in the world of Draenor!

Draenor "Champions Cup" Gladiator Tournament... The name was established a few years ago, after the Blade ruled the entire small world of Draenor, the environment and order of the world changed dramatically, but some traditions were passed down in this stormy environment.

Like what... Gladiatorial fights!

Gladiatorial competitions have a long history in the world of Draenor, as early as the period when the ogres ruled the world, these rough guys liked to capture slaves of other races and perform bloody gladiatorial battles in their gladiatorial arenas to please the nobles of the Ogre Empire, even after the Ogre Empire was attacked by the orcs and almost perished, and the ogres were left with only a piece of territory in the Hanging Fortress, they did not give up the custom of holding gladiatorial competitions.

After the rise of the orc civilization, gladiatorial competition also changed its form, becoming another way to show off force between tribes in addition to war, in the orc clan years, almost every year, under the holy mountain of the Nagrand steppe, there were large-scale gladiatorial competitions, orc gladiators regarded victory as glory, and used this fierce way to express their respect for their ancestors, as well as to maintain the martial wind between the tribes.

There are many famous gladiators in the orc world... For example, the chief of the Broken Hand Clan, Kargas, who won the gladiatorial championship in the ogre's gladiatorial arena for several years, was able to gather the huge prestige of establishing the entire clan, and the current Great Chief Orgrim, this guy was through the gladiatorial ritual of "Makgora" when the orcs invaded Azeroth, and killed the black hand of the war chief and became the Great Chief.

In conclusion, orcs love gladiatorial fights, which are even part of their civilization.

Coincidentally, the Draenei exiles who fell to the world of Draenor 200 years ago also have records of gladiatorial fights in their ancient culture, which the Draenei people call the "Rite of Jadlin", and the strong Draenei men do not wear armor, do not use weapons, and only fight with their bare hands to show their bravery.

Every year on the day of the summer solstice, the Eredas celebrated the big day of the year with a grand gladiatorial tournament on the day of the summer solstice.

You see, in a small world, the three main civilized races have the custom of gladiatorial fighting, which is difficult to describe as a coincidence, and this is probably fate.

In short, in this case, even after being ruled by the Darkblade, gladiatorial tournaments have not disappeared from this world, and a few years ago, after the exiles of Shattrath City and the Darkblade Legion, the tournament called the "Champions Cup" began in the Nagrand steppes.

This is the grandest gladiatorial competition in the whole of Draenor, where warriors of all races from all over the world gather to fight for the honor of the gladiator king, at first, it was to unite the living of Draenor, but after several years of development, this competition has become the biggest festival in the whole world every 2 years.

During the Champions Cup, the Darkblades will temporarily relinquish control of the Nagrand Grasslands until the end of the tournament and resume their usual patrols, which means that the entire Nagrand Grasslands will be absolutely free for 15 days of the tournament, which is a real significance for the exiles trapped in Shattrath City.

It will remind them of the time when they were free... Although now, if they want to, as long as they obey the system of the Dark Blade, they can live freely, not everyone is willing to make such a choice.

And today's Champions Cup Gladiator tournament is special ... Because this year, more than 20 gladiator teams from Azeroth came to Nagrand to participate in the competition, most of them were mercenaries who licked the blood with knife heads, and they coveted the reward of nearly one million gold coins that the gladiator king of the championship would receive, and some guys signed up just out of curiosity to see the scenery of another world.

Now, at the moment when the Champion Cup Gladiator Tournament is about to kick off, Tyrion, dressed in civilian clothes, escorted by several guards, led the bouncing children along the flow of people into the central square of the Nagrand Meadows, a huge and primitive gladiatorial arena that the shamans of the Elemental Throne spent half a month building specifically for the gladiatorial tournament.

As Tyrion and the children, it was naturally impossible to sit with unidentified civilians and exiles, they had their own box, right in front of the arena, a large platform, where they could clearly overlook the whole field, and there were several similar large platforms, which were intended for the big merchants and slave owners who had heard the news from the local people and Azeroth.

And at the same time as the Grand Lord and the children were seated, in the dimly lit preparation room below the gladiatorial arena, a human man with short black hair and several scars on his face was silently cleaning his fists, which were stained with hideous blood, and on the ground behind the wolf-like man were three dead-headed tiger assassins.

Judging from the uneven chests of these guys, they should have broken their sternum with their fists, and even... Crushed the heart.

"Head, we're on the court with the 14th pick..."

The silent human fighter moved his shoulders as if warming up, and behind him, a strong figure said respectfully:

"Our opponent is..."

"No!"

The wolf-like man shook his fingers, and he stroked the hideous knife marks on his eyelids:

"Don't tell me! I'm not in the mood or interested in knowing who my opponent is... All I know is that I will win! Keep winning! Until..."

"Until I stand in front of him, until I kill him, or be killed by him..."