Chapter 637 12. Tyrion's Test

Things between a man and a woman are always the most difficult to deal with, whether it is for the bystanders or the parties involved, the deeper the relationship, the deeper the entanglement that will arise when encountering waves, and one cannot handle it well. , both of them will be hurt.

This is why many couples who love each other deeply turn against each other. Feelings are often unreasonable.

In the deep night of the Nagrand Grassland, Tiffany Ariane's figure turned into a blood-colored shadow that was advancing rapidly. The lover she had been waiting for for several years finally met tonight, but when she thought that the lover would never Under the circumstances of possible betrayal, she saw another woman appear in Varian's life with her own eyes. For any infatuated woman, this is an unbearable betrayal.

What's more, in the surge of the blood of Salein, Tiffany Ariane is no longer a pure human being. The life form of a vampire is between life and death, which means that she also has some characteristics of the undead. Thinking...that is something deeply buried in the soul of the Dark Blade Undead, and in Tiffany's heart, she also has this obsession.

Although she did not resist the kindness of Aurelia and Tyrion, deep down in her heart, she was still like Anduin, looking forward to the day when her husband would be like a god descending into the world and take her and her son from Take it out of the Dark Temple...

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

She wanted to escape...to escape from this cruel reality, and escape into the illusion she wove, but the calling voice behind her became more and more clear, reminding her that everything in front of her was real.

"Go away! Go away, don't come near me!"

Tiffany screamed and sped up the speed again. The blood of Salein in her body was surging, endowing the once delicate queen with unimaginable strength and speed. A pair of bloody wings appeared behind her. Between the flapping of her wings, Tiffany's figure flew across the grassland like a swift shadow under the moon, like the wind.

"Tiffany! Stop!"

Behind her, Varian chased after her. He knew that his queen had misunderstood the relationship between him and Valeera, but to be honest, it was not a misunderstanding, because the relationship between him and that infatuated high elf assassin , Indeed, there are some feelings that have sprouted, but in the past few years, that woman has been by his side. The so-called people are not plants, how can they be ruthless?

Varian's running speed at full strength is also as fast as lightning. The high-level fighter's manipulation of anger power is like a magician's manipulation of magic power. Every step he took, there were tiny dark red lightnings wrapping around his body, which was the true display of the power of anger.

This means that Varian has transcended the power of mortals and truly grasped the essence of anger. He has entered a new realm, and judging from his current age, this means that Varian's future is almost unlimited. Endless, maybe, one day, he can really fight Tyrion with pure strength.

But now, he is still a little bit worse.

"Tiffany!"

Varian looked at the slender figure running fast in the dark night in front of him, and at the wife he was thinking about day and night. He had a lot to say to her, but the most important thing now was to catch up with her first.

"boom"

The soft ground under the feet of the high-ranking warrior spread out as if it had been shelled under the sudden pressure of huge force. Among the splashed dirt and turf, Varian's figure rushed into the ground like a fired shell. In the middle of the air, it is a high-level combat skill called heroic jump, which can allow soldiers to enter the airborne state for a short time, and the speed of this combat skill is astonishing. For a moment, Varian rushed into the mid-air like lightning.

His eyes were fixed on Tiffany in front of him, his body seemed to be stepping on an invisible wall in mid-air, and the next moment, his falling figure accelerated again, as if leaving the string Like a flying arrow, amidst the white sonic boom vibrating in the air, it roared and slammed into Salein in front of him.

Charge... Every fighter, no matter beginner or veteran, will use a combat technique, but a charge as powerful as Varian's is really very rare.

"boom"

The two collided in the air, and Tiffany, who was moving at high speed, lost her balance and fell to the ground screaming. Behind her, Varian stretched out his arms and hugged his wife tightly in his arms, holding his wife tightly in his arms. A free-falling body drew a circular arc in the air, and finally hit the ground fiercely. The soil flew horizontally where it landed, just like a real shell landed, and even pulled out a deep hole on the ground. gully.

"cough cough"

Varian raised his head from the depression on the ground. He coughed twice, feeling the trembling body in his arms. He didn't know what to say for a moment. In the end, thousands of words merged into one sentence...

"Tiffany, Valeera and I are innocent, nothing happened to us...Trust me."

"wow"

Varian's voice seemed to have awakened Tiffany. The latter moved her body hurriedly, and sprang out of Varian's arms like a shadow. Under the moonlight in Nagrand, she turned her back to her husband. , with a trembling figure, but the moon-white long dress fluttering in the night wind, coupled with the dark golden long hair fluttering in the moonlight, made this scene even more peaceful.

The soldier stood up from the ground. He patted the dust off his body and walked towards his wife step by step. He stretched out his hand 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. After the initial misunderstanding and shock calmed down, she became afraid. She didn't want Varian to see her now, but Varian's hands stubbornly grabbed On Tiffany's wrist, she pulled away the hand covering her cheek.

He saw his wife. Compared with the last time he saw his wife in the separation of that burning city night a few years ago, Tiffany at this time became thinner and lighter, and her long blond hair became lighter. It turned into a slightly weird dark golden color, and of course, those eyes, those blood-red eyes belonging to Salein, would make people feel fearful at first glance.

She is no longer the original Queen Tiffany, now she is Tiffany Ariane, the blood head maid of Mistress Darkblade, she has become accustomed to the state of being Sarain, even in her sleep, I can no longer remember the feelings and state when I was a human being.

"very beautiful."

Varian took off his black battle helmet, revealing that face that became more resolute. In addition to the scars that Tyrion had left on his eyes, there were also a few more hideous lines on that cheek. The scars made this face look a little ferocious, but it was more like a lion born for battle. The scars on his face and body were proof of his fighting and bravery.

"Um?"

Tiffany raised her head, and was seeing the emotion surging in Varian's blue eyes. It was the love and longing that made people's cheeks burn. His slightly rough fingers brushed Tiffany's cheeks , lifted her beautiful face, looked at those blood red eyes, and said softly:

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

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

In the depths of the secluded grassland, under the bright moonlight, the night wind blew the weeds and swayed, two lovers who missed each other quietly embraced each other, their four lips touched, and then counted the two together like a ignited flame. Years of crazy men and women were completely submerged and burned, and all thoughts and emotions were completely glued together.

Under the darkness of night, the tumbling desire breaks through reason like a tumbling tide, unstoppable.

———————————

It was already midnight when the black ghost returned to the camp.

The gladiators had already rested, and even the loyal and brave Broedy Bloodfist was snoring in his tent. The Black Specter didn't disturb anyone, just like the most skilled assassin, tiptoeing slipped into his tent.

Tomorrow there will be a 32-to-16 gladiatorial match. Since he has promised his son to win the championship, Black Specter must do it... He decided to take advantage of the night to practice martial arts to ensure his good condition tomorrow.

However, the moment he lifted the curtain of the tent, the black ghost's body seemed to be frozen, standing in place as if sluggish.

In front of him, in the tent, a familiar figure was sitting there, holding the sleeping Anduin and Sarantia in his arms, on the bed not far away, beside the unconscious Valeera, was still sitting Another high elf in a long skirt was carefully checking Valeera's state.

"swish"

The short knife at the waist slipped into the hands of the black ghost, but just before he took a step, the high lord Tyrion raised his head, stroked the sleeping Anduin's hair, then stretched out his finger, and pointed at the black ghost. Made a silent action:

"Shh...the kids are asleep, it took me ages to get them to sleep, and you don't want to disturb them, do you?"

Looking at Tyrion's ice-blue, calm eyes, and Black Phantom's fist clenched tightly, the indescribable flames of anger burned out his emotions at this moment, and his blood made his eyes full of blood. A scorching flame jumped up.

"Get your dirty hands... off my son, off!"

Gritting his teeth, Varian said in a low voice:

"All grievances, come to me! Tyrion...don't hide behind the child! You coward!"

"You call me a coward?"

The expression of the great lord also became cold, as if feeling dissatisfied with Varian's rude words, he put the two children on the blanket aside, he moved his hands and feet, stood up, and looked at the angry man in front of him. Varian Wrynn, who was entangled in fire, said in a cold voice:

"You want to challenge me? Very good...I'll give you this chance! Take your weapons and follow me!"

Facing the great lord's invitation to fight, 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 bent down and stood in Andu. Yin kissed lightly on the forehead, and then followed Tyrion out of the tent without looking back.

After the two men left, Alleria, who was sitting on the side of the bed, shrugged helplessly, then stretched out her hand, and stroked the forehead of Valeera who was sleeping on the bed. Tortured, already exhausted.

"What the hell did you see in him... Poor girl."

Alleria knew Valeera. Although the Sangunar family was mysterious, they had also dealt with windrunners. Valeera was theoretically Aurelia's descendant. Nearly a hundred years ago, at a certain time In the accident, the Sangunar family lost many assassins, Valeera's parents also died in that accident, and since then, Aurelia has never heard of Valeera .

The Blood Mistress took out a piece of blood-red blood essence, which stored compressed life energy in the jewel-like thing. Between the movements of her ten fingers, the blood-colored halo enveloped Valeera's body. In the middle, the haggard cheeks of the weak high elf assassin also became round. After all this was done, the blood mistress picked up the two sleeping children. While swaying, he disappeared into the slightly messy tent.

On the other side, deep in the grasslands of Nagrand, Tyrion and Varian stood with swords in their hands, but the two men who were full of blood and deep feud did not act immediately. Ang was very graceful, he looked at the gladiator in front of him, and after a while, his fingers moved, and the heavy Ashbringer disappeared in his palm.

The high lord spread his hands and looked at Varian:

"Everything you do, throw yourself into the arena, train yourself into a fearless fighter, hammer yourself into a tough weapon, push yourself to the limit, develop your potential like crazy... all of this , all to take little Anduin and Tiffany away from me, right?"

Varian didn't answer, but he didn't attack rashly either. After becoming a powerful gladiator, he felt the danger of the high lord more deeply than before. Facing such an opponent, he couldn't be impulsive.

"You want to fulfill the most sacred mission of a man and a king, protect your son and wife, and defeat the demons that destroyed your kingdom... You accept the Black Specter Army and want to form your own army to fight against me... .Or worse, looking for a chance to assassinate me?"

Tyrion shrugged, and he said very frankly:

"With all due respect, I think you are doing some meaningless and dangerous things, but I appreciate your self-discipline and change. As we agreed at the beginning, you may have honed yourself into a A real fighter..."

"But, before we start the fight, I have a few small questions... Would you like to answer me?"