Azeroth Trail of Light

The championship feast will last until midnight, and the enthusiastic fans will even fight until dawn. In a few days, this lively place will become inaccessible again until another gladiator contest is held two years later, if If these gangsters who are celebrating regardless of race have not died yet, they will probably be happy to pay to see it again.

But there must be no such outstanding gladiators as Gavincent and Lagos in the next Gladiator Contest, right?

From double kings to demigods, this Gladiator Contest is definitely the rarest era of gatherings of heroes in history. The top five who entered the semi-final can find and throw in a Gladiator Contest. They are definitely popular candidates for the championship. This year's gold content is scary, which also makes Prager a little sad.

The organizer of the next competition is the Black Iron Bar. Maybe Prager is worrying about where to invite such an excellent gladiator. If it is not done well, the Black Iron Bar will be a little bit faceless.

But at this point, the big guys of the dark world are sitting together, and they are not discussing the game two years later. After the redistribution of interests is over, another matter is put on the agenda.

"According to the return of our scouts in Ashenvale, just 2 hours ago, a purple mountain fell into a sea of ​​mist. There was a huge ocean tide due to the impact, and the Black Sea shore was even directly submerged. I don’t care much. Those elves, but I'm curious, what is that "purple mountain" that fell from the sky into the sea?"

Qiao Lazzi rubbed his smooth chin with his fingers. His fingers were dry and thin, but his nails were very clean. It is hard to believe that those ten fingers would turn into a deadly killer at any time. .

Sitting across from him, the mage-like guy wearing a heavy purple robe chuckled lightly, unable to distinguish between men and women, but when he raised his head, under the purple mage hat, there was a picture very similar to A clown-like stitched mask, that is the master of the black market in the Dalaran Sewers, a mysterious mage of origin.

"Purple Mountain? The level of the spies of the Assassin Alliance is too low, right? It is clearly a giant crystal with weird magic power. I can be sure that there are creatures on it, but I can't determine whether it is a friend or an enemy. Worry, they have a skillful experience in magical concealment. I lost 3 useless subordinates, and I barely managed to see the scene above."

The mysterious mage decorated his mouth with sweet fruit wine, stretched out his fingers and shook in front of his eyes.

"Tsk tsk, it has become hell, but the night elves reacted very quickly. The first ship set off from Oberding 2 hours after the fall, and it is estimated that it has already had a relationship with those blue-skinned creatures. Contact, unfortunately, we are still a little weak in the face of national power."

Qorazzi shrugged regretfully, then turned his head and glanced at the vacant seat.

"It's a pity that Bainholle is not here. Otherwise, at the level of the succubus under his command, we now have first-hand information...at least we can buy a good price."

Hearing this, Prager, who had been frowning, raised his head.

"Forget it, Mr. Duke, with his two guts, Bainholle dare not send his demons to the Exodar. The draenei are true holy light families, they use holy light skills. , Just as skilled as the Paladins of the Silver Hand, it's too late for Bernholle to avoid them, how can he go to join the fun!"

"Exodar? Draenei? What is that?"

Qorazzi and the mysterious wizard looked at each other and told them directly that the dwarf warlock had some secrets they didn’t know. Seeing this scene, Prager gave a pretentious cough, picked up the wine glass, and shook it. Two times, until Qiao Lazzi showed an expression of impatientness, he said,

"I have an old friend...well, the kind of relationship that is very "good". I thought he would have died long ago, but he didn't. For some reason, he is now with the fallen draenei people. That is a spaceship, can you understand it?"

Prager put down his wine glass, stood on the chair, and gestured in an exaggerated shape with his hands.

"A spacecraft that far surpasses Azeroth in terms of magic technology or engineering attainments. It is said that it was designed to sail in the Twisting Void. Those draenei originally lived in Outland, but not long ago, After the king started the war, they were forced to leave the shattered world that had been shrouded in war, and then to Azeroth. Although they were undeniably a very powerful race, I think they were just a group of poor fugitives."

Although his mouth was very relaxed, Prager's raised corners of his mouth proved his pride and a deeper meaning. With a light flick of Qiao Lazzi's fingers, a silver emblem fell on Prager's hand. , The mysterious mage stretched out his finger and drew a circle in the air in front of him, then put his hand into the circle, took out a box, threw it to the warlock, and said impatiently,

"What else do you know? Let's say it together, we won't treat "old friends" badly."

The dwarf did not answer, but reached out and picked up the badge, took a look, and put it in his arms with satisfaction, then reached out and opened the box to a slit, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Well, there is indeed another news."

Prager's eyes closed, he twisted his mustache and lowered his voice.

"Those draenei came with purpose, they came to Dick! Do you think the Dawn Knight is still here? Haha, he left 2 hours ago, using Ms. Jaina's teleportation skills, I guess it's all here now."

"Is it the reinforcements for the "Northern Expedition" he organized? Or is it his old acquaintance?"

Qiao Lazi asked again. The Warlock opened his hands and made a helpless expression. The Assassin Duke moved his teeth, stood up, and leaned slightly towards the other two people. His body flashed slightly and disappeared. In situ.

The mage happily said, "Qiao Lacy had fought with Dick for the Syndicate. Although Dick bowed his head in the end, but now think about it, his move was too bad, even now Dick is out of the civilized world. Having become a lonely family, he still put too much pressure on Qiao Lazi."

Prager looked at the smiling wizard with a weird look.

"It's not that I said, your intelligence organization has to be upgraded quickly... Dick, when did he live alone?"

"..."

At the same time, Median was sitting with Anduin on the last step of the arena. After the gladiatorial match, Lili and Lao Chen went sneakily and didn't know where they were. Anduin again I stayed with Lagos for a long time, and when Median found him, the little prince was sitting alone on the edge of the empty arena, silently looking at the moon in a daze.

The piercing hammer was put aside by him, and even the prince's scepter was thrown by him on the side of the warhammer. Anduin was holding a small gourd in his hand. If Median was right, it should be Old Chen. The meeting gift given to the little prince is said to be filled with fine wine from the hometown of Lao Chen.

"Hi, Anduin, I haven't seen you all afternoon!"

Mediiann didn’t care about the dust on the ground. He sat next to Anduin, reached out and took the wine gourd in Anduin’s hand, opened his mouth and took a sip, then he was winked by the spicy taste for a long time. , It was considered slow.

As the child got older, his father's tyranny of magic reappeared on his body, along with Medivh's bad ailments and alcoholism. Of course, even in Karazhan, which is full of wines, the old-fashioned butler Moros and the indifferent mentor Meri Winterwind will not allow Madion to be drunk all day and look like Ms. Aegwynn of Theramore. .

So this period of coming out with Lao Chen was a rare free time when Madian was growing up. He took another sip of strong alcohol and looked at the silent Anduin with his slanted eyes. The two children were friends a long time ago, so Mediian knew easily that Anduin was in a bad mood.

"What's the matter? Curious kid, who made you unhappy! I...Uh, let's let Old Chen beat him!"

Anduin raised his head and looked at the moon hanging in the sky,

"No one, it's Lagos, my father."

"puff!"

Hearing this, Mediian opened his mouth and spouted a sip of wine and asked in surprise,

"Isn't His Majesty Varian in Stormwind? Although I haven't seen him, but... is your mother... sorry, I just..."

Thinking of what happened to Queen Tiffin, Median hurriedly stopped thinking about it, Anduin shook his head, a little depressed.

"It’s not what you think. The instructor told me everything before he left. It’s hard to imagine that Lagosh turned out to be the half of my father. He will only become one with my father who is far away in Storm Fortress. Truly become my father, Varian Wrynn."

Hearing this explanation, Median touched his mouth and said thoughtfully, "It sounds like a forbidden sorcery to split the soul, something difficult to deal with, but you should be happy. You can finally see you again. To your father, why..."

"But he forgot! Madian, Lagosh has forgotten everything except me, he has forgotten Stormwind, he has forgotten the kingdom, he has forgotten... my mother, he is still with that high elf, he betrayed His love and his kingdom."

Anduin stood up from the ground excitedly and shouted, "I have hoped that my father is a real hero countless times, but he is only drunk in my memory. I wish countless times that he was a wise monarch. But he put aside everything about the country, only his love for my mother, that was the only thing that made me feel warm, but it's gone now! Madian, can you understand?"

"The last thing makes me feel that the warmth is gone, even if Lagos is as brave as I imagined! He is like the hero in my imagination, I can feel that we are connected by blood, but he is not my father, he He is a living person. I am not even qualified to ask him to sacrifice himself and become Varian Wrynn. As you can see, he has his own life, and that high elf loves him very much."

Medien's brows also frowned. Anduin's question was too sharp and caught him off guard, but after thinking for a few seconds, he said,

"Want to start, Anduin, he at least remembers you, what can you expect a father whose soul is divided to do? It is the luckiest thing he can remember you already, uh..."

A dark shadow sprang up from behind Median, and instantly broke his magic shield. Without even arousing a trace of resistance, it strangled his neck, and more dark tentacles sprang out of his shadow, killing him to death. Entangled, no sound can be heard, and Anduin, who is facing away from Median, doesn't feel all of this, he is still venting his sadness.

"No, Mediian, I'm very troubled now, maybe the man in Stormwind Fortress is my father, Lagosh... he is just a poor man, he should have his own life, and I am not qualified to ask him to give up Varley for me. Pull, maybe it’s just that we haven’t seen each other, and it’s good for me and him, do you understand? Madian... Madian?"

Anduin turned his head and saw a big ugly face.

"Of course, I understand, Your Royal Highness!"

"Quack, you will have no trouble soon, because you will lose both of them at the same time! Hahaha"

The two-headed black shadow carried the unconscious Anduin and Medien and turned and walked into the shadow of Y. In the jungle behind him, the gate of the Ogre Kingdom had been opened, and the Doommaul Arena was underway. There is a carnival, and soon, the "masters" who live in the Doom Maul will have another "carnival".

"Fire, burn, burn!"

"Let us hear the wailing, make us feel the pain, quack, we said we will come back... we never break our words!"

The moment this distorted black shadow disappeared, orange-red flames also rose up from the noisy border in the distance. This restless night, at this moment, was completely torn apart by the noise.