On the night of the third day of the Delaenor Champions Cup, the grassland that has been swept by the blood of gladiatorial battles begins with a grand bonfire as usual, and the orc clans and draenei people here seize this biennial business opportunity, with a large bonfire in the style of the clan, and barbecue meat sprinkled with secret spices, the flavored fish and various snacks that the Draenei people specialize in, and various souvenirs fill the meadow outside the gladiatorial arena.

This is the grandest ceremony site in this small world, the tents made by the orcs in advance have been sold out, and there are still many people who have not bought tents, but fortunately, the temperature at this time is comfortable, even if you lie on the grassland for a night and look at the stars, it is also a different experience.

Of course, it's best not to go too deep into the shadows of the burning edge of the campfire, because the huge amount of hormones secreted by the bloody gladiatorial battles during the day makes many travelers not resist the dew of this night, in short, those oppressive sounds one after another, can be regarded as a touch of scenery on the night of the Champions Cup.

And if you're lucky, you might even get some drunken Miss Delaney, and they'll give you a taste of what a true "exotic" is, but if you're caught by a drunken orc, it's probably another sad story, well, of course, maybe some of them might be even more excited about it.

"Alright. I've already told my parents that I'm safe! ”

In the camp of the Black Ghost Warband, some distance from the gladiatorial arena, Dornan grabbed a communication crystal, and smiled evilly at the children next to him, saying:

"Mom and Dad are on a date at Tiange Lake, they don't have time to take care of us, but Aunt Tiffany told us to go back before midnight, and she'll send someone to pick us up, well, maybe a few more hours to play, by the way, Vanessa is angry, she thinks we don't take her to play..."

"Excellent! Let her be angry and go alone. ”

Tylia casually lifted a tomahawk from the weapon rack next to her, and the talented warrior girl looked at the gladiators training against each other under the campfire, and she said eagerly:

"I'm going to challenge those Black Ghost gladiators! Look at the results of my recent training, do you want to come along? Dornan? ”

"I'm not going!"

Dornan grimaced at Delia, then ran to the tent on the other side:

"The Black Ghost says they have some win-win loot in their warehouse for us to pick and choose from, so I'm going on a treasure hunt! By the way, bring one to Vanessa, lest she let me sleep on the floor tonight, do you want it? Delia, I can bring you one by the way, you have to believe my vision~"

"Dornan! Wait, where did Anduin and Sarandia go? ”

Tyria shouted, and Dornan, who had already scurried into the warehouse of the Black Ghost Warband, said without looking back:

"He's gone with the Black Ghost to heal the elf! That little pervert likes that pretty elf named Valeera, and he hates it the most! I'm going to tell Aunt Tiffany and let Auntie pump his ass! Hmph, I'm angry! ”

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In the tent on the other side of the Black Ghost Warband's camp, the Warband's Medic, an old troll witch doctor, poured a potion of potion glowing with a halo of blue starlight on the unconscious Valeera.

This potion mixed with some goblins can suppress the tumbling addiction in the High Elves and the curse that erupts at the same time, the addiction is the attribute of the High Elves, but the curse is that they were blessed by an orc warlock on Valeera during the death fight in the Hangmath Castle, the curse is very strange, it will make Valeera's addiction break out more often, and each time it will become more painful.

That's why Valera and Varian had an argument last night... Varian asks Valilla to take a break from gladiatorial fights and undergo treatment, but Valilla refuses, preferring to accompany Varian to the end of the Champions Cup.

The reason why the High Elf Assassin is so persistent is simple: she has received a summons from the Sangunar family, and after this Champions Cup match, she will leave the warband and return to the world of Azeroth, to the ancient city of Eresaras in Firas, and return to the High Elf civilization under the leadership of the Sun King.

In Valeera's mind, this meant that she was separated from Varian forever, and there was nothing more painful for a young girl chasing an impossible relationship.

"She is always like this, what she believes must be done, very stubborn, very headaches."

Varian, wearing a black helmet, half-knelt in front of Valeera's hospital bed, he stretched out his hand and brushed his long golden hair for the unconscious High Elf Assassin, behind him, Anduin and Sarandia were carefully watching the "spoils" of the black ghost, and the voice of the black ghost also made Anduin turn his head, he looked at the gentle back of the black ghost, he suddenly asked:

"You like Ms. Valeera, don't you? Mom said that only if you like someone, you will tolerate her shortcomings generously. ”

"Like? Hehehe"

Varian let out a burst of laughter, he helped Valila cover the quilt, then turned around and looked at his grown son through the eye hole of his helmet, this was the first time he had been so close to his son since the initial separation, he had a lot to say to Anduin, but in the end he relied on his strong will, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, he sighed, picked up two apples from the table, and handed them to Anduin and Sarantia.

"Silly child, it's not a matter of liking it or not, the world of adults is complicated... Forget it, what am I telling you all this for? ”

Varian shook his head and walked over to the two children, and in his tent there was a wooden weapon rack filled with all sorts of weapons.

"Look at this!"

He picked up a dagger, crude, as if it were made of animal bones, and he placed it in front of Anduin's eyes, and whispered:

"This is the weapon I took the first time I went to the Colosseum with your father, and it's miserable, right? Hahaha, back then we were gladiators under a big slave owner named Rhaeggar, we were inexperienced, we were real rookies, and we were bullied by those old guys all day, but your father was very talented... It took him 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 how his father felt at that time, and after a few seconds, he looked up and looked at the black ghost:

"You haven't told me where my father is. What is he up to? Uncle Tyrion often said that my father was a natural warrior who just needed to be polished, and when he was strong enough, he would come and pick me up and my mother, and my mother said, "My father is a hero, a good king, don't you think?" ”

"He..."

Varian stretched out his hand and touched Anduin's head with some trembling, it was hard to imagine that a powerful gladiator would not be able to control his fingers, but in fact it was so, but after a while, his emotions that were churning again calmed down, he turned around, leaned against the weapon rack, and reached out to hold Anduin and Sarantia in his arms, the two children resisted at first, but they seemed to feel the feelings surging in the dark ghost's heart, but they no longer resisted.

"What do you say, O Father, Varian? I talked to him about these issues, and he told me that he wasn't a hero. ”

Varian's voice became a little hoarse:

"If he were a hero, he wouldn't have allowed Tyrion to take you and your mom away from him... He had been regretting it, hating his weakness, but Tyrion was right, he was indeed a natural warrior, but unfortunately he realized it after losing everything, after actually becoming a gladiator. ”

"As for the king... He was not a king for a long time, silly boy, he abandoned his duty and mission, and he fled. ”

The Black Ghost's voice grew deeper and deeper, and after a breath, he turned his head to look at the thoughtful Anduin, who touched Anduin's hair and whispered softly:

"But believe me, he still loves you, very, very much, you and your mother will always be the treasures most cherished in his heart, and when we parted, Varian told me that he was going to continue his cultivation and make himself stronger, strong enough to rival Tyrion, and then come and take you home."

"But... But why do you have to be stronger than Uncle Tyrion? ”

Anduin bit the apple and continued to ask:

"And you said it was Uncle Tyrion who snatched me and my mom away from Daddy, but Mom didn't say that, Mom said it was Uncle Thyrion and Aunt Aurelia who saved her, and without them, Mom might never have woken up again. So, you must be lying to me, Uncle Tyrion was so kind to me, he sent me to Shattrath to learn the Holy Light spell with Naru. ”

"He's a badass! Silly boy. ”

Varian couldn't help but hug Anduin tightly, and he whispered:

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

Varian's words could not be continued, as he saw Anduin looking at him with an angry gaze.

"You are not allowed to slander Uncle Tyrion like this, I have seen it with my own eyes, in order to protect the humans in the northern frontier, my uncle killed the Great Demon with a dangerous gem, and for a while, he returned to the temple every day covered in blood... He never said that anyone was a bad guy, he always said that they were just not wise enough to see the truth of the matter! ”

Anduin struggled to get out of Varian's arm, he pulled Saraantia, looked at the black ghost in front of him, and asked suspiciously:

"Did my father tell you that? Did Father say Uncle Tyrion was a villain? ”

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

"No, son, your father never said anything bad about Tyrion, I thought about it, I was good friends with him, I had to be on his side... By the way, speaking of which, it's your birthday in a few days, do you have any wishes? If I meet your father next time, I can tell you. ”

"Hmm... Nothing to desire. ”

Anduin tilted his head and thought for a moment, then looked at the Black Ghost:

"But if you have to say a wish, you can tell my father, just say that my mother and I miss him very much, let him take the time to meet us in the Dark Temple, I know, my father must be doing something right and great, I don't want to disturb him, but really..."

The little prince lifted up his fingers and whispered like a child:

"Really, it only takes up a little bit of his time, my mother misses him very much, I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night and see my mother crying alone holding his magical image... Although she couldn't cry, I could feel that my mother was lonely, and I hadn't seen him yet. ”

At this moment, Varian felt a strong urge to take off his helmet and hold his son in his arms, but... But he couldn't, Tyrion might be staring at him from a corner, he couldn't... You can't put Anduin and Tiffany in danger again because of yourself.

"Okay, okay."

Varian concealed his inner vulnerability, he stood up, patted the dust off his body, bent down, looked at Anduin, and then held out his hand:

"I'll tell you, but you haven't told me your wish yet... You see, what you just said is my father's wish, and I'm a black ghost, so I can also fulfill your other wish~"

"Really?"

A happy smile appeared on Anduin's face, he looked at the black ghost, the instinctive kindness in his heart, he couldn't help but take a step forward, took the initiative to hug the black ghost's waist, and said:

"I saw the belt of the gladiator king of the Champions Cup that day, it was cool! I guess it must be handsome on you, so can you get that belt and take a picture of me with a magical image? I can take it back and show it to Grandpa Wendthall. ”

"Of course!"

Varian hugged his son, and said in a sacred, promise-fulfilled, tone:

"I promise! Kid, I'll 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 had arrived quietly in the dark, appeared at the entrance of the tent, and behind him, there were several gladiator escorts, however, at the moment when the tent was opened, the black ghost holding Anduin subconsciously turned his head to look at the door.

And Queen Tiffany also saw the familiar eyes that appear in every dream, Varian's clumsy disguise could deceive the naïve Anduin, but it could not deceive her, and even worse, in the tent where Varian lived, on his bed, there was another beautiful elf beauty lying at this time.

"You! Disgusting... Swindler! ”

"Tiffany! Listen to me! ”

In the blood-colored halo beating, Queen Tiffany's figure turned into a swift shadow and disappeared into the camp of the Black Ghost Warband, and Varian, who was still holding Anduin just now, was like a predatory cheetah at this moment, and in an instant, disappeared at the entrance of the tent.

There were only Anduin standing there stupidly and Sarandia sitting on the side eating apples, two silly children, who had no idea what was going on.