As early as the night that Mecatok was kidnapped by Imperial agents, Tyrion received a personal report from the Shadow about the suspected Varian. Information on the appearance of the black-armored warriors of Ureon, but later during the investigation of the Darkblade Intelligence Bureau, no trace of Varian was found in the entire eastern continent.

Now it seems that the self-exiled king should have come to the world of Draenor after that night, and has been hiding until today.

"Give me the contestants' information."

Tyrion snapped his fingers at the Death Lord beside him, and after a few moments, Glokush walked back to the box with a hedron and handed it to Tyrion, who held the hedron in his hand, and the information in it was reflected in the spirit, and he quickly rummaged through it, and soon found the information of Varian's gladiatorial group.

"Black Ghost... Tsk, you really don't know how to name it. ”

Tyrion pursed his lips, then checked the information about the gladiatorial group, and at this glance, the High Lord realized that he really seemed to underestimate Varian. Urian's experience in the past few years.

The Black Ghost Warband, which was listed at the time of registration, was a large group of 475 gladiators, and their "resume" indicated the group's past achievements.

In the world of Azeroth, they won the Hammer of Doom Gladiatorial Tournament before they were destroyed by the High Elves, twice, in the Death's Door Gladiatorial Tournament organized by the cultists of the Brute Hammer Heights, and finally in the Blood Championship of the Agony Gladiatorial Arena organized by the Frost Troll Dakale tribe in the heart of the frozen continent of Northrend.

And in the more than 1 month hidden in the world of Draenor, the Black Ghost has not been idle, they participated in the Hanging Fort Death Fighting Tournament organized by the Darkblade Consortium, the Stone Mallet Ogre's Stone Mallet Gladiatorial Arena, and several small-scale gladiatorial competitions in the Raven Kingdom of Tongtian Peak, and won the championship.

It stands to reason that this should be a gladiatorial group with a great reputation, but they are low-key, and they are completely different from the gladiatorial groups under the command of ordinary slave owners.

These are so low-key that only real die-hard gladiatorial fans have vaguely heard of their names.

And in the data, the Black Ghost Warband also has a very strange feature... After defeating a truly powerful enemy, they often do not take the lives of their enemies, but will ask the defeated to join the Black Ghost, which is probably the fundamental reason why this gladiatorial group has become a large gladiatorial group in a short period of time.

But in Tyrian's vision, the registered leader of the Black Ghost Warband is not Varian. Ureon, but a man named Valera. The High Elves of Sangunar, Tyrion wasn't surprised by this arrangement, in fact he knew a little bit about Valeera, and what really surprised him was...

"When the fate of the world has changed so dramatically, the two of you have actually come together, it's really a bad fate... Varian, Varian, I want to see how this flowery bastard can give an account to Tiffany and Little Anduin, who have been waiting for you so hard! ”

The Great Lord put down the hedron in his hand, a malicious smile flashed in his ice-blue eyes, his fingers moved, and after a moment, he closed his eyes and called out to his wife in his heart.

"My Aurelia, give yourself a vacation and come to Nagland to enjoy the gladiatorial tournament with me and the children... Oh, by the way, I invited Ms. Tiffany over, little Anduin had eaten too much ice cream and now seems to have a cold. ”

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Although the Great Lord was very concerned about the Black Ghost, he didn't show it, as if this warband didn't exist, the Great Lord and his wife Aurelia enjoyed every game, and when they were in the mood, they would go to the Dark Blade market to place bets, and the two of them had a very comfortable life.

The children also had a great time, especially after the arrival of the orphans of Shattrath City at the invitation of Dornan, who spent almost every day playing wild in the endless savannah, and Queen Tiffany was in charge of taking care of them, a delicate-looking but in fact surprisingly pure human blood clan with enough power to protect the children.

Of course, Queen Tiffany didn't know what Tyrion meant by inviting her to Nagrand, but the Queen had been a little upset in recent days, and she seemed to sense that something might be happening.

"Let's go on an expedition to the Holy Mountain today!"

Dressed in a hunting suit and wearing a little cowboy hat, Dornan stood majestically on a rock, with her hands on her hips, as proud as a pioneer, and the grass in front of her was filled with small children from the Shattrath Orphanage, who had been living well in recent years after the Dark Blade secretly funded the aid.

In the beginning, Aurelia, who was in charge of this affairs, just wanted her adopted daughter to have some playmates, but later, after some orphans in the orphanage grew up, and then were sent to the Federation of Azeroth as representatives of the Dark Blade to serve as officials, this aid became official, in fact, not only in Shattrath City, but in every city of the current Federation, there are official orphanages, these children who lost their parents in the war, grow up in the new civilization, and naturally support the federal system.

And Dornan and several of his sisters and brothers often go to the orphanage in Shattrath City to play with the children, and Dornan, who has the best personality, naturally becomes the child king of these orphans.

"Gear up!"

Dornan's fingers flicked out with her tail, and she shouted:

"We're ready to go!"

As soon as the words of the child king fell, the small motorcycles given to them by the great lord were started, these small cars handmade by master craftsmen have amazing horsepower, and they also come with carriages that can be pulled, of course, to meet the needs of children to play, but now, they are used by Dornan to load his children.

The younger children were placed in the carriage, and the older children rode the tarbes rented from the local Delaney, and Dornan rode his own car, pulling a dozen children in the carriage in the black smoke of the exhaust emissions, and the "expedition caravan" set off to the joyful cheers of the little ones, and to the eerie abstract flags they raised fluttering in the wind.

Wearing a helmet and a small trench coat, Anduin was among them, and he carefully rode on the scooter, pulling the carriage behind him with a rope, and followed his sisters all the way in the direction of the holy mountain.

In the breeze of the grassland, the children enjoyed the vast scenery of this world wantonly, in the unique roaring sound of motorcycles, in the chirping of docile Tabu sheep, some of the older children sang, and the little ones sitting in the carriage beat the beat, and their crisp and joyful voices spread far and wide in the wind.

This scene made many people along the way stop to watch, some orc herders waved to the children, some Draenei riding thunder elephants could be seen patrolling the grasslands in the distance, Shattrath City had a stronghold in Nagrand called Tara, where there lived many draenei who were willing to obey the Darkblade system, under the protection of the Darkblade, they lived a life that was not rich, but very peaceful.

And some malicious eyes also quietly disappeared after seeing the edge of the banner raised by the children, the symbol of the black broken blade, in the current rule of the Darkblade over Draenor, the children of every race are a symbol of hope, whether it is orcs, tigermen, or even stupid ogres, the children of each race are protected by the military law of the Darkblade.

Those who dare to harm children, even if they hide in Shattrath, will be dragged out of the city and beheaded by the wolf-like judges of the Darkblade Army.

Believe me, this kind of thing has happened more than once.

"You little ones, you have to learn words from Holly Mama, whoever can get the first place in this exam, I will give him a car!"

Dornan, who was riding on a motorcycle, said like a little adult to the noisy little dots behind him:

"Dad said that only with enough knowledge can you live more comfortably in the new society of the future federation, and stupid people who don't want to make progress have no happy power!"

As she spoke, Dornan rubbed her belly, and she turned her head to look at the holy mountain of Voshugu, which was getting closer and closer, and she called out to Anduin beside her:

"Little Anduin, you're a scout today! You and Sarandia take Hob and the others to the Holy Mountain to scout, Vanessa and I and Tylia are going hunting, we have to fill ourselves... I brought spices, so... Eat barbecue today! All-you-can-eat! ”

"Yay!"

Dornan's words made the children let out a burst of cheers, and Anduin shrugged his shoulders, this 8-year-old child already has a trace of heroism, probably because of his excellent blood, Anduin's physique is also very strong, almost as tall as Dornan, who has not developed much in recent years, and looks like the height of a 13 or 4-year-old child.

He rode a small motorcycle, put the High Elf girl Sarandia, who had never spoken much, in the back seat, and then let the orc child Hobe and the Draenei child Mannius ride in another car, and drove towards the Holy Mountain with the three older children riding behind the little Tabu sheep.

"Hob, you go to the left!"

"Wright, you go to the right! Meet here in 15 minutes! ”

Anduin held the short sword at his waist, and issued orders like a commander, and then he took Sarantia's hand, and the two children walked in the middle, which was the road to the interior of the holy mountain, of course, because of the "secret" inside the holy mountain, this road has been blocked by the Dark Blade Legion, and no one can enter the interior of the holy mountain, so the children's expedition is actually just to circle around this beautiful hill as pure white as diamonds, and pick up some beautiful stones on the ground.

"Uncle Tyrion said that when I was 10 years old, he would send me to study with the Draenei Paladins."

Anduin, while chopping the weeds around him with his short sword, said to Sarandia behind him:

"Will you come along? Tia, you also have the gift of Holy Light, I remember Aunt Aurelia took you to Shattrath City to test it. ”

Sarandia shook her head, this lovely High Elf child inherited the excellent appearance of the elves, at this time she was wearing a small hunting costume tailored for her by the ghost tailors of the Dark Temple, she looked like a doll, she clutched Anduin's hand, she did not have a good relationship with the other children of the Dark Temple, but she liked to be with Anduin, and the two children were almost inseparable.

Because of this, Dornan often complains that out of the five children, only Dornan and Sarandia are the real adopted daughters of the Tyrions, and it stands to reason that the relationship between the two of them should be better.

"Don't you want to go to Shattrath City?"

Anduin looked back and said:

"There are a lot of paladins there, they are all very nice, and the Naru sing so well, I love it there! You'll love it too, trust me, wouldn't you want to go with me? ”

Seeing the sadness in Anduin's blue eyes, Sarantia hurriedly shook her head, she grabbed Anduin's wrist and whispered in his ear:

"I don't like... Aurelia, love being with you. ”

"But you should call her Mom, Aunt Aurelia is very nice, she is very good to you and Sister Dornan, I heard from Mom that she and Uncle really treat you two as daughters."

Anduin scratched his head in confusion, he didn't know what was going on between Sarandia and Aurelia, and the silent Sarandia would never take the initiative to say this.

As the two children spoke, they walked around a mountain path that was not too steep, and the moment they stepped into the mountain wall on the other side, Anduin's eyes suddenly widened.

On the ground in front of him lay a High Elf in red leather armor, with beautiful long blond hair, but she seemed to be unconscious, and she was curled up on the ground, trembling in pain, unconsciously, and she could tell from her twitching cheeks what kind of pain she was enduring it.

"Yikes! What's going on? ”

Anduin held his sword in both hands, cautiously stepped forward, and kicked the high elf, who did not react, and Salantia, who was following Anduin, poked her head out to take a look, and then quickly pulled Anduin back, and she whispered:

"Demon addiction, it's demon addiction... Tyrion said that every elf has an addiction... The elf looked like she couldn't hold out, she had a dagger, she looked like an assassin..."

"Go find Dornan and Delia, I'm here to watch over her."

Anduin turned back to Sarandia and said:

"She doesn't look like a bad person, and we're going to save her."

"Don't go over! Anduin, she's dangerous, come back! ”

Salantia looked at Anduin walking towards the unconscious High Elf, she took a few steps back in fear, but seeing that Anduin was about to touch the High Elf, the child gritted his teeth and rushed up again, grabbing Anduin's wrist.

Anduin turned back to Sarandia and gave a reassuring smile, then crouched down and removed the green dagger from the elf's waist, he looked down at the Salas engraved on the dagger, and then read it word by word:

"To master fear is to master death... May the shadows protect you, my daughter... Valeera. Sangunar..."