When Tiffany returned to the Dark Temple, it was midnight that day.

She walked silently through the passages of the Dark Temple, and with the lightness of the Bloodline, her walk did not alarm the others, she first went to the children's room, made sure that the children were asleep, helped Dornan, who always liked to kick off the quilt, fold the corners of the quilt, and then put the weapons that Delia always liked to put next to the bed into the weapon rack.

Sarantia's bed was empty, and Tiffany knew that the boy must have snuck to Tyrion again... The girl who was adopted by Aurelia hated Aurelia very much, but was very clingy to Tyrion, presumably because the High Lord gave her a sense of security.

It's exactly like Dornan a few years ago.

Finally, the queen sat quietly by her son's bed, looking at Anduin who was asleep, and the little prince was still holding the dagger that the black ghost had given him, the bone dagger had been sharpened off and would not hurt him.

Unbeknownst to Anduin, the Black Ghost was his father, but perhaps it was the instinctive closeness of father and son that made him reluctant to give up this crude gift.

"Silly boy..."

Tiffany leaned down and kissed Anduin on the forehead, then walked out of the children's room, as a reborn from Aurelia's blood, she should be a nocturnal creature, always in the spirit of the night... She was going to pour herself a glass of blood wine and enjoy some quiet time alone.

There have been so many things lately that she is a little irritable and a little uneasy.

And when Tiffany appeared on the platform of the Dark Temple, she unexpectedly saw the High Lord couple curled up together, sitting on the edge of the platform and talking, the sleeping Sarandia was held in Tyrion's arms, and Aurelia was leaning on the shoulder of the Great Lord, no one spoke, but this quiet scene made Tiffany stop, she looked at the back in front of her, shook her head, and then quietly disappeared into the night.

Sometimes, Tiffany, too, thinks if Varian is dead... Maybe she wouldn't need to be so entangled, but it's actually pretty good now.

She's used to life as an undead, and she's patient enough to wait... One day, Varian will return to her, and they will be together forever.

As for the High Elf Maiden Valeera... That's just an episode in the lives of the two, so let her go.

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Time rolls forward, those that should happen and those that should not happen will not be postponed because of the thoughts of the bystanders, they are like dead grass and fallen leaves swept by the flow of water, there is no room for resistance, and they can only be constantly sent farther away in the passage of time.

The biggest event in the Draenor world, the gladiatorial tournament of the Delano Champions Cup, finally came to its final day amid the cheers of the spectators and the anticipation of the fanatics.

The defending champions, Shattrath City's Shattered Sun Band, were as fierce as they had been in the previous tournament, and all their opponents were swept away by the rampaging Draenei gladiators, who stood in the final round of the final arena with a complete victory.

Yesterday, Varian and 39 followers defeated the prisoners from Frostfire Ridge Area 13 on the spot, completely reversing the audience's misunderstanding of the Black Ghost Warband... These well-hidden guys are not fighting alone at all, this is a large warband, and its strength is no weaker than that of the Shattered Sun.

So today's final is eye-catching, and it is definitely a real battle of the dragons.

Before the start of the finals, the moment the two teams walked into the arena, the whole arena was like hot water that had exploded, boiling endlessly, men and women roaring wildly, and even the audience themselves didn't know what they were yelling at, but in that environment, people would always be unconsciously excited.

And this time, the final also arranged a special host, it is said that a eloquent ogre wizard from Ogrera, and a goblin commentary from the Darkblade Consortium, who has presided over many gladiatorial tournaments, in this magical world, they are equivalent to clever commentary.

"Aha, audience friends from both worlds, gladiatorial lovers, and bastards who have come specifically to make money from betting, welcome to the Nagrand Arena, the last match of the Champions Cup, the final... Two fierce, cruel, crazy, and powerful gladiatorial bands will fight for the glory of the last gladiatorial king, and there will be huge prizes that will make you rich overnight..."

Gulgosok, the goblin commentator of the Darkblade Consortium, held a microphone in one hand and looked at the statistics table of the funds harvested by the Darkblade Consortium in this competition with the other.

"Who hates gladiatorial tournaments? No one! ”

"Friends don't want to act on your own while watching others take the prize money? A big arena like the Champions Cup can be daunting, but trust me, anyone looking for a taste of the fun can head to the Valley of Thorns in Azeroth and earn their glory in the Gulabash Arena... The Dark Blade Consortium provides a considerable amount of insurance for each participant... We welcome any brave warrior who has the guts and is willing to make money with his life! ”

Seeing that the goblin was getting more and more speechless, the tall ogre next to him hurriedly took over, and his deep voice echoed in the arena:

"In short, let's welcome the finalists of both teams today!"

"Warriors from the native land of Draenor, fearless challengers, executors of the Light, defenders of Shattrath, representatives of the exiles... Shattered Sun! ”

"Roar!"

The audience immediately cheered, the entire arena was covered with streamers and petals that were launched into the air, looking like a real festival, and the three gladiators of the Shattered Sun also walked into the center of the arena in the fluttering of the sacred holy light war song, they brandished their weapons, cheering and roaring to the audience, which caused another ** reaction.

Although the audience of this gladiatorial tournament came from both worlds, most of them were native gladiatorial enthusiasts from Delaenau, and they definitely preferred the teams of their own world.

"Next up is the Black Ghost Warband from Azeroth... They are silent, fierce, deadly gladiators, they don't like to talk much, just like the weapons in their hands, silent with threats... But let me say... They smell like a lump of thunder! ”

The ogre's disdainful comments filled the entire arena with joy, and the supporters of the shattered sun frantically whistled and booed the Black Ghost on the stage, but there were also Black Ghost supporters who pulled banners and cheered for their idols.

However, for Varian and his two teammates, the external influence does not make their fighting spirit any weaker, they don't care about the audience's opinion from the beginning, they are not here for the money, at least for Varian, sharpening himself with constant brutal fighting is his real purpose.

The ogre narrator also wanted to say something witty to suppress the Black Ghost's momentum, but just before the two gladiatorial groups were ready to start their final battle, an unexpected event appeared.

The masking magic on the large platform directly in front of the arena was removed, and in the howling wind, Tyrion in black armor. The Dawnblade appeared at the edge of the platform, and everyone saw the slender figure that was threatening the world of Draenor, and the cheers of the entire arena seemed to be strangled out, and in the silence, some of the cowardly ones even collapsed in their seats.

At least in the world of Draenor, Tyrion and the Darkblade Legion he represents, that is synonymous with invincibility!

"Wow!"

The ogre narrator was also taken aback, but the Ogrella clan he was from was also a partner of the Darkblade, so he was not afraid of Tyrion, and in a welcoming tone, he shouted on the microphone:

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty has left the palace to watch the gladiatorial fight! What a rare honor! ”

Tyrion shook his head, he flicked his finger, and the Raven Queen Richie, who was standing behind him and hadn't seen her for a long time, immediately blessed the High Lord with a sound amplification spell, and the next moment, Tyrion's calm voice spread throughout the gladiatorial arena.

"It's a pleasure to watch the warriors fight... But if it's just money, how can it be worthy of the bloody sacrifice and endless fighting spirit of the warriors... It's an insult to the Warriors, so let me add a touch of fun to this game. ”

The High Lord looked at the three draenei who were glaring at him in the arena, and a cold glint flashed in his ice-blue eyes:

"Draenei, if you win, I'll give you back Tyledore! It will be the second city of the Draenei in the world of Draeno after Shattrath! You will have absolute autonomy! ”

"But if you lose, I'm going to put the entire Shattered Sun under the Dark Blade system... You will be my most loyal soldiers! ”

After speaking, without waiting for the Draenei to answer, Tyrion set his eyes on the three of Varian again, his eyes narrowed, and at the moment of unification, under the "escort" of the death knights, he was sitting in a wheelchair with white hair, but neatly combed, Marshal Wendthor wearing a storm king's ** suit, and Jean wearing Gilne's traditional hunting costume. Greymane appeared beside Tyrion.

The moment he saw Wendsol and Jean, Varian, who was wearing a black battle helmet, clenched the sword in his hand, he wanted to take a step forward, but was stopped by Valilla with a red mask, and the girl's hoarse voice sounded in Varian's ears:

"Don't be impulsive! Listen to what he has to say... We won't lose! ”

"Black Ghost Warband, old friends... Hehe, I have also prepared a "gift" for you. ”

Tyrion spread his arms, his voice deepened, and he said:

"If you win and earn the title of King of Gladiators, the imprisonment of these two soldiers will end, and they will be free... But if you lose, I'd welcome you to join the Darkblade. ”

"Buzz"

Black light surged behind Tyrion, and in the blink of an eye, those rays gathered to form a black throne, in which Tyrion sit, with his legs crossed and his hands on the armrests, he looked at the gladiatorial arena below with interest, and he whispered:

"So now... Gladiatorial fights, begin! ”

"With blood and death ... Please me. ”

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"Ahh

"Bang"

The brave Draenei fighter brandished his heavy two-handed shield-shaped fists as if he were crazy, and thrashed wildly at the shield raised by the orc's bloody fist with all his might, each collision of weapons would bring dazzling sparks on the steel shield, and the collision of pure power caused the ground under their feet to crack inch by inch.

The draenei and the orcs roared at the same time, the two of them were like wrestling bulls, this primitive combat did not pay much attention to skill, but the fight of pure strength and masculinity made people look at the blood of the blood, and they couldn't help but applaud the battle between the two men.

Such a battle is dangerous, and if one of them loses the wind, the force that is enough to tear his body apart head-on will tear him apart in an instant.

In the final arena of the Champions Cup, none of the underdogs remained.

Varian clenched his sword with both hands, and the Draenei garrison in front of him frantically attacked, the Draenei in the palm of his hand was tall and strong, and the combat experience was even more outrageous, his armor engraved with divine scriptures surged with holy light, and between each hammer blow, there were highly concentrated balls of holy light smashed around, those energy were like small fists, as long as they collided, they would make the opponent be imprisoned between the holy lights.

Even if it's just a second, in such a top-level gladiatorial match, it can mean death... The promise made by Tyrion meant so much to both sides that no one would back down from such a promise, one for the survival of his people and the other for the lives of his former companions... From the very beginning, this battle was destined to have only one winner.

The silent Varian moved quickly, dodging the balls of holy light surging around him, the gray sword in his hand was extremely sharp, and every slash would leave a hideous scratch on the Draenei garrison's warhammer, and every swing of his sword seemed vigorous and fierce, between the silent confrontations, the Draenei would be forced back by the whistling sword every time they tried to break through this tricky swordsman.

Seeing the fighter on the side of the fist fighter constantly retreating under the fierce shield strike of the orcs, a trace of determination flashed in the guard officer's eyes, and he forced Varian to step forward with a hammer, raising the crystal warhammer high, and the next moment, the dazzling golden holy light lit up like the sun, enveloping the entire gladiatorial arena.

"Holy Light!"

In the muffled roar of the Draenei, Varian's vision was filled with golden light, and the unexpected orc gladiator let out a roar of rage at the moment of the arrival of the light, it was a seriously injured roar, this masking tactic made Varian instinctively take a few steps back, and a cold glow that made his hair stand upside down at the back of his neck almost at the same time.

"Bell"

The Shatterer Assassin of the Shattered Sun was blocked by Varian's sword, and the Assassin wanted to jump back into the shadows immediately after the Assassin missed, but how could Valeera, who had been hiding in the shadows, allow her prey to escape?

"Tear up"

The sound of the dagger tearing ** sounded in a slight light, and after confirming that the assassin had been killed by Valeera, Varian, who completely let go of his hand, let out a lone wolf-like roar, and at the moment when the golden light dissipated, in the exclamation of the audience, Varian, who jumped high, stabbed the gray sword into the chest of the Draenei fighter.

In the midst of the spray of blood, Varian drew his sword, Valeera, who emerged from the shadows, stood on the other side, and the orc Bloody Fist, whose arm was broken by the boxer, also stood up with a battle axe in one hand, gritting his teeth in a pool of blood.

Surrounded by the black ghosts, the garrison of the shattered sun, who was left alone, clenched the hammer in silence, he was still unwilling to admit defeat...

However, 3V1...

Outcome... Divided