On the Nagrand grassland, in the blink of an eye, three days have passed in the Champions Cup gladiatorial competition. The first round has ended. 32 strong gladiator teams have qualified after fighting, including several of Draenor's world-famous teams.

The Gladiator Group, as well as the Gladiator Group organized by the Black Iron slave owners of Azeroth, the Death Row Group from District 13, and the "Black Ghost" battle group that has truly become a dark horse that attracts much attention.

In these three days of competition, Black Phantom showed a shocking strength. He won all five games with absolute suppression. Moreover, humans also discovered that the composition of the gladiators in this gladiatorial group was very complex.

There are humans, elves, draenei, and orcs, which made the audience wildly speculate about the origin of this gladiatorial group.

In the official handicap of the Dark Blade Consortium, although Black Phantom's bets on winning the championship are not as high as those of the veteran gladiatorial groups, it is already far ahead among the rookie groups participating in the Champions Cup for the first time.

But this gladiator group is very low-key and mysterious. They refuse visits from all forces. When there is no competition, they stay quietly in their own camp on the Nagrand Grassland. The camp is designed like ordinary gladiators.

It's not the same, it's very similar to the camp structure in the human army.

At this time, deep in the Black Ghost camp, the true leader of the Black Ghost, the self-exiled King Varian Wrynn, was walking around the tent uneasily, not because of the upcoming gladiatorial elimination match.

Fighting has never made Varian feel pressured. In several years of gladiatorial career, he has gone from a weak warrior who couldn't even defeat ogres to a top-notch warrior who knows all about anger.

warrior.

Constant fighting has not only tempered Varian's martial arts, but also his will. Just like that night that he could never forget, when Tyrion Dawnblade took away his son and wife,

Those words left behind.

In this painful and crazy furnace, Varian's piece of peerless steel is being tempered and shaped bit by bit, becoming a sharp blade capable of cutting fate.

But...several years of gladiatorial career left him with not only a good body and a steely will, not only powerful strength, not only elite combat skills...but also companions, more than 400 willing to

Following his companions, a warband founded by himself, this is not the power brought by Wrynn's surname, but the power that truly belongs to Varian.

This is the strength that he can rest assured on the battlefield. Compared with the cold term of war group, they are more like a family, a family united by Varian.

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

The tall orc gladiator Broeddy Bloodfist walked into the tent. He looked at Varian who was walking back and forth anxiously. He said in a deep voice:

"Old Job also searched the entire arena, but we didn't find Valeela... I want to know what the quarrel between you two was about. She may have gone, left, like a bear

Just like Pi left us..."

"She won't leave, Bloody Fist."

Varian shook his head and said:

"The conflict between me and Valeela...that is just a personal matter. Valeela will not abandon us at this time, and I believe she will not."

"Head, seriously..."

The stout orc gladiator has been following Varian for several years. He lost to the Black Ghost led by Varian in the arena of Dire Maul, but Varian spared his life and paid him to leave.

He was redeemed from a slave owner named Rhaegar. Since then, Bloodfist has been loyal to Varian. Of course, this is also the reason why Bloodfist admires Varian's fighting spirit very much.

As long as you are a true warrior, it is easy to win the friendship of the orcs.

But Broedi is also very aware of the tangled relationship between his leader and his second leader, Valeera Sangunar, one of the gladiators who initially teamed up with Varian. The two of them were fighting

They formed a deep friendship. The two obviously admired each other, but their leader seemed to have too much pain hidden in his heart. He rejected Valeela's feelings again and again, which made the onlookers Blood Fist feel it.

The disappointment in the heart of the high elf assassin.

And the current situation is just like the warning given to Varian by the violent druid Brok. Bearskin, the veteran of the Black Ghost, after they won the championship in the Gladiator Arena of Stranglethorn Valley... He asked Varian to

Ann accepted Valeela's affection as his daughter, but Varian still refused...

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

"You made her sad, head."

The orc shrugged and said to Varian:

"Maybe she has 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 strong Valeela's stealth ability is. She doesn't want us to find her. We will never show up.

Don't even try to find her...and, boss, you are a little too...too cold towards Valeela, even an orc like me can't stand it."

"She has paid so much for you, you should at least..."

"That's enough! Blood fist!"

Varian interrupted the orc's persuasion anxiously. He put his hands on the table and said softly:

"You don't understand. Valeera is a good woman, but I can't... I can't betray myself, do you understand? I have a heavy fate to bear, and I can't involve her... Forget it,

Let me find it myself. Which direction did she go when she left last night?"

"To the north, over to the ancient sacred mountain of Washu, but... I've already looked for it, but there's nothing there."

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When the halo of dusk enveloped the foot of the ancient holy mountain of Washu, the girl warriors Taelia and Dornan were riding a scooter, pulling a carriage padded with clothes. The unconscious high elf was being thrown into the carriage.

Here, a group of people are returning towards the direction of the arena.

The little ones who came with them were being played around the Holy Mountain by Vanessa, and Anduin's special discovery surprised several little ones. In this case, they had just finished eating barbecue. Did they protect themselves?

Children with abilities obviously shouldn't be involved in this matter, so they decided to return by themselves and send the high elf to the Tyrion couple.

"Is she dying?"

While Dornan was driving the motorcycle, she would look back from time to time to look at the high elf assassin curled up in pain in the carriage. She blinked and asked:

"She looked in pain."

"Don't talk nonsense, Dornan."

Anduin and Salantia, who were sitting in the carriage, kept trying to use holy light to heal the painful elf, but the two children's holy light spells did not work. Anduin took off the elf's bloody gauntlet.

, he turned the elf's wrist over, and then said to Dornan and Taelia:

"Look at this! She has a cursed rune on her hand. I heard General Sarantis say in Shattrath City that this should be a curse, so it doesn't look like it's just magic addiction, Uncle Tyrion.

There must be a way to save her."

"whispering sound"

Dornan snorted disdainfully, rolled her eyes, and then said to Taelia beside her:

"Anduin must be so considerate because he thinks that elf is pretty, that little pervert!"

"Well...when you say that, it is indeed...possible!"

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

"You see, he always likes to play with Salandia. He probably likes elves. Eh... boys are so disgusting! They know these messy things at such a young age."

The quarrel between the two precocious girls did not disturb Anduin's treatment. He did not save Valeera because she was beautiful, although this elf was considered a leader even among the high elves who are rich in handsome men and beauties.

Outstanding beauty, but Anduin really didn't think that much, he was just instinctively kind.

"Valeela...you have to persevere."

Anduin picked up the handkerchief and helped the painful high elf assassin wipe the sweat from his forehead. He said to the unconscious elf:

"Soon, someone will rescue you soon."

"Hui Hui Hui"

As soon as the little prince finished speaking, there was a sound of war horses neighing. The next moment, a warrior wearing black armor and a horn helmet fell from the sky and landed in front of the small convoy. The guy who suddenly appeared was driving a motorcycle.

Dornan and Taelia suddenly tightened their grip on the brakes. Amidst a sharp sound of mechanical friction, the motorcycle stopped in place, but the car behind it continued to move forward.

So after a moment of panic, Varian was speechless as he looked at the children piled up in front of him, pressed under the overturned car, screaming, and the two overturned cars with strange shapes.

Engineering machinery, and Valeela who was thrown directly out of the carriage...his teammates who left angrily because of a quarrel with each other.

"Ah, the addiction broke out again, no wonder... pitiful."

Varian bent down and held the unconscious Valeera in his arms. The high elf assassin seemed to feel a familiar aura. She groaned in coma and hugged Varian's arm with difficulty.

"Kids, thank you, I really appreciate it..."

After confirming that Valila was fine, Varian breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his head and walked forward, turning the slightly heavy carriage over. He wanted to say thank you to these strange children, but he

Before he finished speaking, he saw Anduin closing his eyes tightly and stretching out his arms to protect several girls. He saw the face that looked exactly like him, the iconic short blond hair, and

Pinned to Anduin's collar, was the slightly worn Wrynn family crest.

At this moment, Varian stood up suddenly, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing, as if there was a red-hot iron in front of him. He staggered back a few steps, and after several years of fighting career

The steely thinking that I had developed suddenly collapsed at this moment.

He was completely unprepared... He never even thought that he would see his son who had been away for several years under such circumstances... It was like this damn fate had prepared a "surprise" for him.

At this moment of surprise, Varian felt at a loss, just like the first time he stepped into the arena. But at that time, he could use weapons and hatred to calm himself down, but what about now?

How should he calm down?

"Ah! It's the Black Ghost!"

The heavy carriage was pulled away, and Dornan was the first to open her eyes. She raised her head dizzily and saw the powerful gladiator in front of her who was killing everyone in the arena. This made Dornan say:

With a scream of joy, the children climbed up one after another, surrounded Varian who was holding Valeela, and looked at him with an "idol" look.

Varian's several battles in the arena almost always ended with a clean crush. He was taciturn and a loner. He didn't care what the audience thought. The unique temperament that enveloped him attracted more attention to him.

It has a lot of fans, especially young people, who generally think that Black Ghost is very cool!
To be continued...