On the Nagrand grasslands, in a blink of an eye, 3 days have passed since the Champions Cup gladiatorial tournament, the first round has ended, and 32 powerful gladiator teams have already qualified after the battle, including several world-famous gladiatorial bands that encapsulate Draenor, as well as the gladiatorial groups organized by the Black Iron Slavers of Azeroth, the death row teams from District 13, and the "Black Ghost" wargroup that has truly become the big dark horse in the limelight.

In these 3 days of competition, the Black Ghost showed a shocking strength, all 5 games were won with absolute suppression, and the humans also found that the gladiators in this gladiatorial group are very complex, there are humans, elves, draenei, and orcs, which can't help but make the audience start to speculate wildly about the origin of this gladiatorial group.

In the official handicap of the Darkblade Consortium, although the bets on the Black Ghost to win the championship are not as many as the old gladiatorial teams, they are already far ahead in the rookie group participating in the Champions Cup for the first time.

But this gladiatorial group is very low-key and mysterious, they refuse all forces to visit, and when there are no games, they stay quietly in the Nagrand steppe, their own camp, which is not designed like ordinary gladiators, it is very similar to the camp structure of the human army.

And at this time, deep in the camp of the Black Ghost, the true leader of the Black Ghost, the self-exiled King Varian. Wryon was walking around the tent with some restlessness, not because of the upcoming gladiatorial knockouts, the matter of the fight never made Varian feel the pressure, and in the years of gladiatorial fighting, he had gone from a weak fighter who couldn't even beat an ogre to a top fighter who knew a lot about anger.

It was not only Varian's martial arts that he kept fighting and refining, but also his will, like the night he could never forget, Tyrion. The words that Dawnblade left behind as he snatched his son and wife.

In this painful and crazy furnace, Varian's peerless steel is being tempered little by little, becoming a sharp blade that can cut through fate.

But... After several years of gladiatorial career, he left him not only a good body and iron will, not only a strong strength, but also elite combat skills... And his companions, more than 400 of them willing to follow him, a warband built by his own hands, not because of the power that comes with the name of Wrynn, but because of the power that truly belongs to Varian.

It was the strength he could give to his back on the battlefield, and they were more like a family than the cold term warband, a family united by Varian.

"Head, I've searched almost the entire grassland."

Tall orc gladiator Broedy. Bloody Fist walked into the tent, and he looked at Varian, who was anxiously walking back and forth, and he said in a deep voice:

"Old Job searched the entire arena, but we didn't find Valeera... I wonder what the hell is arguing between the two of you, she may have left, gone, just like Bearskin left us..."

"She's not leaving, Bloody Fist."

Varian shook his head and said:

"The contradiction between me and Valeera... That's just a personal matter, Valera won't leave us at this time, I'm sure she won't. ”

"Head, seriously..."

The stout orc gladiator had been following Varian for several years, losing to the Black Ghost led by Varian in the arena of the Hammer of Doom, but Varian spared his life and paid him to redeem him from a slaver named Rhaeggar, and since then, Bloodfist has been loyal to Varian, and of course, this is why Bloodfist admires Varian's fighting spirit.

As long as you're a true warrior, it's easy to win the friendship of the orcs.

But Broedy is also well aware of the tangled feelings between his leader and the second leader, Valeera. Sangunar, one of the first gladiators to team up with Varian, formed a deep friendship between the two of them in the battle, the two of them obviously admired each other, but their leader seemed to hide too much pain in his heart, and he rejected Valeera's feelings again and again, which made the onlookers of Bloody Fist feel the disappointment in the heart of the High Elf assassin.

And now it's like after they won the championship in the gladiatorial arena of the Valley of Thorns, the patriarch of the dark ghosts, the rampaging druids Bullock. That warning to Varian when Bearskin leaves... He asks Varian to accept Valeera's affection as his daughter, but Varian refuses...

In this matter, Varian's will seems to be more determined than steel.

"You've broken her, head."

The orc shrugged his shoulders, and he said to Varian:

"Maybe she's been waiting for you to find her in person, I think, if you don't show up, she won't show up, you know how good Valeera's stealth ability is, she won't let us find her, we will never try to find her... And, head, you're a little too much for Valeera... It's too cold for an orc like me to stand it. ”

"She's done so much for you, you should..."

"Enough! Blood Fist! ”

Varian interrupted the orc's persuasion anxiously, and he propped his hands on the table, and he whispered a little sluggishly:

"You don't understand, Valeera is a good woman, but I can't... I can't betray myself, you understand? I have a heavy fate to carry, and I can't get her involved... Forget it, I'll go find it myself, in which direction did she leave last night? ”

"To the north, on the side of the Sacred Mountain of Voshugu, but... I've gone looking for it, but there's none. ”

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At the moment when the halo of dusk shrouded in the foot of the sacred mountain of Voshugu, the Sisters Tylia and Dornan rode small motorcycles, pulling a gagged carriage, the unconscious High Elves were being thrown in the carriage, and the group was returning in the direction of the gladiatorial arena.

The little ones who came with them were being taken by Vanessa to play around the Holy Mountain, and Anduin's special discovery surprised several of the little princesses, in this case, the children who had just eaten the barbecue and had no self-preservation ability obviously should not be involved in this matter, so they decided to return themselves and send the High Elf to the Tyrion couple.

"Is she dying?"

As she drove her motorcycle, Dornan looked back at the High Elf Assassin in the carriage in pain, and she asked with a wink:

"She looked in pain."

"Don't talk nonsense, Dornan."

Anduin and Sarantia, who were sitting in the carriage, tried to heal the suffering elf with the light, but the light spell of the two children did not work, Anduin took off the elf's blood-colored handarmour, he flipped the elf's wrist over, and then said to Dornan and Delia:

"Look at this! She has cursed runes in her hands, and I've heard from General Sarantis in Shattrath that it's supposed to be a curse, so it doesn't seem like it's just an addiction, Uncle Tyrion must have a way to save her. ”

"Shh

Dornan snorted disdainfully, her eyes rolling, and then she said to Delia beside her:

"Anduin must have looked at that elf to be so pretty, that little pervert!"

"Hmm... When you say that, it's true... Possibly! ”

Tella frowned, and after some messy thinking, she actually nodded:

"You see he always likes to play with Sarantia, he should like elves, huh... Boys are so disgusting! It's going to be all this mess at such a young age. ”

The twittering between the two precocious girls did not bother Anduin's treatment, he did not save Valera because she was beautiful, although this elf was outstanding and beautiful even in the group of high elves who were rich in handsome men and beautiful women, but Anduin really didn't think about it that much, he was just because of instinctive kindness.

"Valeera... You're going to keep going. ”

Anduin picked up a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead from the agony High Elf Assassin, and said to the unconscious elf:

"Soon, soon someone will rescue you."

"Restored"

As soon as the little prince finished speaking, the sound of a war horse neighing, and the next moment, a warrior wearing black armor and a horned helmet fell from the sky in front of the small convoy, and the sudden appearance made Dornan and Delia, who were driving the motorcycle, clench the brakes suddenly, and in a sharp sound of mechanical friction, the motorcycle stopped in place, but the car behind continued to move forward.

So after a while, Varian looked at the screaming children piled up in front of him, crushed under the overturned carriage, and the two weird-looking engineering machines that overturned to the side, and Valeera, who was thrown directly out of the carriage... His teammates who left angrily because they were arguing with each other.

"Ah, the addiction has exploded again, no wonder... Wretched. ”

Varian bent down and held the unconscious Valerila in his arms, and the High Elf Assassin seemed to sense the familiar aura as she groaned in her coma and hugged Varian's arm with difficulty.

"Thank you, kids, I'm really thankful..."

After confirming that Valera was okay, Varian breathed a sigh of relief, he looked up and stepped forward, turning the slightly heavy carriage over, he wanted to thank the strange children, but before he could finish his words, he saw Anduin with his eyes closed and his arms outstretched to protect the girls, he saw the face that resembled him, he saw the iconic short blond hair, and the slightly worn Wryon family crest pinned to Anduin's collar.

At this moment, Varian stood up suddenly, as if he had seen the most feared thing, as if he had a red-hot soldering iron in front of him, and he staggered back a few steps, and the iron mind he had cultivated in his years of gladiatorial career collapsed at this moment.

He was completely unprepared... He didn't even think that he would see his son after a few years of absence in this situation... It's like a "surprise" prepared for him by this damn fate, and the surprise is that at this moment Varian actually has a feeling of being at a loss, like the feeling of stepping into the gladiatorial arena for the first time, but at that time he can calm himself down with weapons and hatred, but now?

How can he calm down?

"Yikes! It's a black ghost! ”

The heavy carriage was pulled open, and the first to open her eyes was Dornan, who looked up in a daze and saw the powerful gladiator in front of her who was slaughtering in the gladiatorial arena, which made Dornan let out a scream of joy, and the children got up one after another, and looked at him with an "idol" gaze around Varian who was holding Valeera.

Varian's several fights in the gladiatorial arena almost all ended with crisp and neat crushing, and he was taciturn, loner, and didn't care about the audience's thoughts at all, and the unique temperament that shrouded him attracted a lot of fans for him, especially young people, who generally thought that the Black Ghost was very Cooooool!

The children poured around him and made Varian wipe his face subconsciously, the heavy full-covered black iron helmet still on his head, which made Varian breathe a sigh of relief, he didn't know if he should meet Anduin at this time, he didn't even know if there were any Darkblade agents around.

He wanted to just turn away, but seeing Andu's eyes mixed with excitement in confusion, Varian's leg couldn't move forward.

"Thank you, children..."

Varian muttered, his deliberately bold voice coming through his helmet, and he hugged Valeera and bowed slightly to the children:

"Thank you for saving my companions."

As he spoke, he took out a black ghost sign from Valeera's pocket and shook it in front of the children's eyes, proving his relationship with Valeera, and the black ghost's sincere thanks made several children even more excited, just like seeing fans of idols, excited and didn't know what to do, Dornan reached out and wanted to touch the short knife on Varian's waist, which made Varian subconsciously take a step back.

His mind was a little confused, he didn't know what to say, so he could only stand in place, and he didn't know if it was an illusion, Anduin always felt that the gaze of the powerful gladiator in front of him always stayed on him.

This made the little prince scratch his head, and while he picked up his little motorcycle, he said to Varian in front of him:

"Lady Valeera's addiction and curse have flare-up, and she's in pain, but my uncle should have a way to lift it, do you want to come with us?" Black Ghost... We all adore you. ”

"Your uncle?"

Varian's eyes darkened for a moment, and he whispered:

"Is it Tyrion?"

"Huh? Do you know his name? How do you know! ”

When Tyrion's name came out of Varian's mouth, not only did Anduin take a step back, but Dornan and Tylia took out their weapons directly from the storage ring, and Salantia hid behind Anduin, although these four children are sometimes crazy, but they are not stupid, Anduin has never shown his identity at all, and the existence of the children of the Dark Temple is even more secret, and it is impossible for outsiders to know!

The only explanation is that the gladiator in front of him had been in contact with Darkblade, but perhaps he wasn't friends.

With blinding lightning churning in her hands, Dornan shouted:

"Who the hell are you! Say it! ”

Varian immediately realized that he had made a mistake, and he looked at Anduin's wary gaze and the light shining in Anduin's hand, he took a step back and raised his left hand to show that he had no ill intentions, his mind racing wildly, and finally, in the hostility of the children, he let out a long sigh.

"Because I am..."

Varian stared at Anduin, "I am your father" he couldn't say, and finally, his gaze narrowed slightly, and then he said angrily:

"Because I'm a friend of your father, Anduin Jr... He told me about you, he told me about your birthday, just 7 days later, right? And the last time we parted, he gave me, this! ”

A silver coin engraved with the Wryon emblem was thrown out of Varian's hand and dropped at Anduin's feet, and the little prince picked up the quaint silver coin, rubbing the inscription "Varian. Ureon" and "Tiffany. A few seconds later, Anduin looked up, a hint of grievance appeared in his blue eyes, he looked at Varian, and he asked softly:

"And where is my father now? It's been so long, why didn't he come and pick me up and my mom? ”

"Click"

Hearing this question, the dagger belonging to Valilla that Varian was holding tightly in his hand suddenly broke off with great strength at this moment.