Things between men and women are always the most difficult to deal with, whether it is for bystanders or for the parties, the deeper the feelings, the more profound the entanglements that arise when encountering waves, and if one is not handled well, both people will be hurt.

This is why many couples who love each other deeply will turn against each other, and feelings are often unreasonable.

In the middle of the night in the Nagrand Prairie, Tiffany. Elianne's figure turned into a blood-colored light that was moving forward quickly, and the lover she had been waiting for years finally met tonight, but when she thought that her lover would never betray her, she saw another woman appear in Varian's life, which was an unbearable betrayal for any infatuated woman.

What's more, in the surging blood of Salein, Tiffany. Arian is no longer a simple human, and the life form of a vampire is between life and death, which means that she also has some of the characteristics of the undead, obsession... It was something buried deep in the soul of the Darkblade undead, and in Tiffany's heart, there was also this obsession.

She didn't resist Aurelia and Tyrion's kindness, but deep down, like Anduin, she was looking forward to her husband one day taking her and her son out of the Dark Temple, just as the gods would come into the world...

However, this obsession was shattered tonight, or rather, in the anger caused by love, she was unwilling to accept an explanation.

She wants to escape... Fleeing from this harsh reality, escaping into the illusion she had weaved, but the voice behind her was becoming clearer and clearer, reminding her that everything in front of her was real.

"Fuck off! Get out of here, don't come near me! ”

Tiffany screamed and sped up again, the blood of Sarein in her body surging between them, giving the once delicate queen unimaginable strength and speed, a pair of blood-colored wings appeared behind her, and between the flapping of the wings, Tiffany's figure was like a shadow under the moon, like the wind, speeding across the grassland.

"Tiffany! Stop it! ”

Behind her, Varian was in hot pursuit, he knew that his queen had misunderstood the relationship between him and Valera, but to be honest, it was not a misunderstanding, because there was indeed some affection between him and the infatuated High Elf assassin, but for the past few years, that woman had been by his side.

The powerful Varian also ran as fast as lightning, and the high-level warrior's manipulation of the power of anger was like the manipulation of magic by a magician, which had been detached from the initial influence of will, turning that anger into substantial energy, and in every step he took out of his legs, there were small pieces of dark red lightning wrapped around his body, which was the true display of the power of anger.

This means that Varian has transcended mortal power and truly grasped the essence of anger, and he has stepped into a new realm, and judging from his age at this time, this means that Varian's future is almost endless, and maybe, one day, he can rely on pure power to really fight Tyrion.

But now, he's a little bit short.

"Tiffany!"

Varian looked at the slender figure in front of him as he scurried through the night, at his wife, who he had been thinking about day and night, and he had a lot to say to her, but the most important thing now was to catch up with her first.

"Bang"

The soft ground under the feet of the high-level warrior was suddenly pressed by the huge force, as if it had been shelled, and between the splashes of dirt and turf, Varian's figure rushed into the air like a cannonball, which was a high-level combat skill called heroic jumping, which could make the warrior enter the air for a short time, and the speed of this combat skill was amazing, and for a while Varian rushed into the air like lightning.

His eyes were fixed on Tiffany in front of him, his body in mid-air as if he was stepping on an invisible wall, and the next moment, his falling figure accelerated again, like an arrow off the string, whistling into Salene in front of him in the white sonic boom that vibrated in the air.

Charge... Every warrior, whether a beginner or a veteran, uses a combat skill, but a charge as powerful as Varian's is very rare.

"Bang"

The two men collided in the air, Tiffany lost her balance at high speed, screamed and fell to the ground, and behind her, Varian stretched out his arms, held his wife in his arms, and in a free-fall attitude, slashed an arc in the air, and finally smashed into the ground, where the earth fell, like a real cannonball landing, and even pulled a deep ravine in the ground.

"Ahem"

Varian looked up from the hollow in the ground, he coughed twice, feeling the trembling body in his arms, he didn't know what to say for a moment, and finally, a thousand words came together into one sentence...

"Tiffany, there is a clean slate between me and Valeera, nothing has happened to us... Believe me. ”

"Wow"

Varian's voice seemed to wake Tiffany, who hurriedly moved her body and sprang out of Varian's arms like a shadow, and under the moonlight of Nagrand, her back to her husband, her figure trembled, but the moon-white dress fluttered in the night wind, and the long dark golden hair fluttering in the moonlight made the scene more peaceful.

The warrior stood up from the ground, he patted the dust off his body, and step by step he walked to his wife in front of him, he reached out and put it on Tiffany's shoulder, trying to turn his wife around.

"No... Don't look... I'm not the same person I used to be..."

Tiffany covered her face with her hands, and after the misunderstanding and shock of the first meeting calmed down, she became afraid, she didn't want Varian to see her now, but Varian's hand stubbornly grabbed Tiffany's wrist and pulled the hand that covered her cheek away.

He saw his wife, and Tiffany was thinner and lighter than she had seen her last time years ago in the midst of the city's burning night, her long blonde hair had turned a slightly eerie dark gold, and, of course, the eyes, the blood-red eyes that belonged to Salein, were terrifying at first glance.

She is no longer the queen of Tiffany, she is now Tiffany. Elianne, the head blood maid of the Darkblade Master, has become accustomed to being a Celein, and even in her sleep, she can no longer remember her feelings and state when she became a human.

"It's beautiful."

Varian took off his black helmet, revealing a face that had become more and more resolute, in addition to the scars on Tyrion's eyes at the beginning, there were also a few more hideous scars on those cheeks, making this face look a little hideous, but more like a lion born for battle, and the scars on his face and body were all proof of his fighting and bravery.

"Huh?"

Tiffany looked up, and saw the emotion surging in Varian's blue eyes, which made people's cheeks burn with love and longing, and his slightly rough fingers brushed Tiffany's cheeks, lifting her beautiful face, he looked at the blood-red eyes, and he whispered:

"It's like a red gem... I've heard from Anduin about everything you've been through, it's not your fault, my love, I don't care what you've become, as long as you're around, that's enough. ”

"I just want to tell you, Tiffany... I miss you so much, I miss our son so much..."

In the depths of the secluded grassland, under the bright moonlight, the night breeze blows the weeds and sways, the two lovers who miss each other quietly hug each other, the four lips touch, and then like a lit flame, the two infatuated men and women who have been separated for several years are completely submerged and burned, and all thoughts and emotions are completely glued.

Under the night, the tumbling ** is like a tumbling tide that breaks through reason and is unstoppable.

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When the Black Ghost returned to camp, it was already midnight.

The gladiators were all resting, even the loyal and brave Broedy. The Blood Fist snorted in his tent, and the Black Ghost did not alarm anyone, just like the most brilliant assassin, crept into his tent.

There is still a 32-in-16 gladiatorial competition tomorrow, and since he has promised his son that he must win the championship, the Black Ghost must do it... He decided to take advantage of the night to practice his martial arts to ensure that he was in good shape tomorrow.

However, the moment he lifted the curtain of the tent door, the Black Ghost's body stood as if it had been frozen.

In front of him, in the tent, a familiar figure was sitting there, holding the sleeping Anduin and Sarandia in his arms, and on the bed not far away, beside the unconscious Valeera, sat another High Elf in a long dress, who was carefully checking Valeera's state.

"Huh"

The short knife on his waist slid into the Black Wraith's hand, but just before he could take a step, the High Lord Tyrion raised his head, touched the sleeping Anduin's hair, and then stretched out his finger and made a silent gesture to the Black Wraith:

"Shhhh The kids fell asleep, and it took me a long time to get them to sleep, and you don't want to disturb them, right? ”

Looking at Tyrion's ice-blue, calm eyes, the black ghost's fists clenched tightly, the indescribable fire of anger burned his emotions at this moment, and his blood made his eyes dance with a scorching flame.

"Put your dirty hands... From my son, take away! ”

Varian gritted his teeth and whispered word by word:

"All grievances, come at me! Tyrion... Don't hide behind your child! You coward! ”

"You call me a coward?"

The High Lord's expression also became cold, as if he was dissatisfied with Varian's insulting words, he put the two children on the blanket aside, he moved his hands and feet, stood up, and looked at Varian in front of him, who was entangled in the fire of anger. Wrynn, he said coldly:

"You want to challenge me? Very good... I'm giving you this chance! Bring your weapons and follow me! ”

Faced with the invitation of the Great Lord, Varian walked into the tent without hesitation or fear, lifted his sword and heavy shield from the weapon rack, and before leaving the tent, he leaned down, kissed Anduin lightly on the forehead, and then followed Tyrion out of the tent without looking back.

After the two men left, Aurelia shrugged helplessly as she sat on the edge of the bed, and then reached out and stroked the forehead of the sleeping Valeera on the bed.

"What the hell do you like about him... Poor girl. ”

Aurelia is aware of Valeera, although the Sangunar family is mysterious, but also dealt with the Windrangers, Valeera is theoretically also a descendant of Aurelia, nearly a hundred years ago, in an accident, the Sangunar family lost a lot of assassins, Valeera's parents also died in that accident, and since then, Aurelia has not heard of Valeera.

The Blood Mother took out a piece of blood-red blood essence, which was like a gem and stored compressed life energy, between the ten finger movements, the blood-colored halo shrouded Valeera's body, and in the infiltration of life energy, the haggard cheeks of the weak High Elf Assassin also became rounded, after doing all this, the Blood Mother picked up the two sleeping children, she took one last look at Valeera, and then disappeared into the slightly messy tent between the swaying of the blood-colored halo.

On the other side, deep in the grasslands of Nagrand, Tyrion and Varian stood with their swords in hand, but the two of them who were full of blood and hatred did not immediately make a move, compared to Varian's fierce eyes and the anger in his eyes, Tyrion showed great grace, he looked at the gladiator in front of him, and after a moment, his fingers moved, and the heavy ash bringer disappeared into the palm of his hand.

The High Lord spread his hands and looked at Varian:

"Everything you do, throw yourself into the gladiatorial arena, train yourself into a fearless fighter, thrash yourself into a tenacious weapon, push yourself to the extreme, and develop your potential like crazy... All this is to take little Anduin and Tiffany from me, right? ”

Varian didn't answer, but he didn't attack rashly, after becoming a powerful gladiator, he felt the danger of the Great Lord more deeply than ever, and he couldn't be impulsive in the face of such an opponent.

"You want to fulfill the most sacred mission of a man and a king, to protect your son and wife, and to defeat the demons who have destroyed your kingdom... You've taken in the Black Ghost Warband, and you're trying to form your own army to fight me... Or worse, ready to find an opportunity to assassinate me? ”

Tyrion shrugged his shoulders, and he said very frankly:

"With all due respect, I think you're doing something pointless and dangerous, but I appreciate your self-tempering and change, and as we agreed, you may have sharpened yourself into a true warrior..."

"But, before we get started, I have a few small questions... Will you answer me? ”