The champion's party will last until midnight, and the fanatical fans will even fight until dawn. In a few days, this lively place will become deserted again, until another Gladiator competition is held in two years. If these villains who are partying regardless of race are not dead yet, they will probably be happy to pay to watch it again.
But presumably in the next Gladiator competition, there may not be such outstanding Gladiators as Gavincente and L Varian, right?
From Twin Kings to Demigod, this Gladiator competition is definitely the rarest era of gathering of heroes in history. Enter Resurrection Match If's top five are thrown into any Gladiator competition, they will definitely be the favorites to compete for the championship. The gold content of this competition is frighteningly high, which also makes Plugger feel a little sad.
The organizer of the next competition is the Grim Guzzler. Maybe Plugger is worried about where to invite such an outstanding Gladiator. If it is not done well, the Grim Guzzler will lose face.
However, at this point, the big guys from Dark World were sitting together and discussing something other than the competition in two years' time. After the re-division of interests was completed, another matter was put on the agenda.
"According to the report from our spies in Ashenvale, just 2 hours ago, a purple mountain peak fell into the Mist Sea, where a super large Tidal Wave was formed due to the impact. Darkshore was even directly submerged. I don't really care about those Elf, but I'm curious, what is that "purple mountain" that fell from the sky into the Sea?"
Jorach rubbed his smooth chin with his fingers. His fingers were very thin, but his nails were very clean. It was hard to believe that those ten fingers would turn into deadly weapons that could kill people at any time.
Sitting opposite him, the Mage-looking guy wearing a thick purple robe chuckled. He could not tell the difference between male and female, but when he raised his head, under the purple Mage hat, there was a stitched mask that looked very similar to a clown. That was the Black Market owner of Dalaran Sewers, the mysterious Mage.
"Purple mountain peak? Is the level of the Assassin's Alliance's spies too low? It's clearly a giant Crystal containing strange Arcane Power. I'm sure there are creatures on it, but I can't be sure whether they are friends or foes. They look very difficult to deal with. They have the experience of skilled magic shielding. I lost three useless subordinates before I could barely see the scene above clearly."
The mysterious Mage took a sip of sweet fruit wine, stretched out his finger and waved it in front of his eyes,
"Tsk tsk, that place has simply become Hell, but Night Elves's reaction speed is very fast. The first ship set off from Auberdine 2 hours after the crash. It is estimated that it has already come into contact with those strange blue-skinned creatures. Unfortunately, we are still a little weak in the face of national power."
Jorach shrugged regretfully and turned to look at the vacant seat.
"It's a pity that Banehollow is not here. Otherwise, given the level of Succubus under its command, we would probably have obtained first-hand information by now... at least we could buy it at a good price."
Hearing this, Plugger, who had been frowning all the time, raised his head.
"Forget it, Mr. Duke, thanks to his courage, Banehollow dare not send his Demon to Exodar. Draenei is the real Holy Light Familia, they use Holy Light's skills just as skillfully as Silver Hand and those Paladin. It's too late for Banehollow to avoid them, so how could they join in the fun!"
"Exodar? Draenei? What is that?"
Jorach and the mysterious Mage looked at each other and told them directly, Gnomes Warlock had mastered some secrets that they didn't know. Seeing this scene, Plugger pretended to cough, picked up the wine glass again, and shook it twice. It wasn't until Jorach showed an impatient look that he spoke,
"I have an old friend... well, a very "good" relationship. I thought he was dead a long time ago, but he wasn't.
For some reason, he is now with the fallen Draeneis, that is a spaceship, do you understand?"
Plugger put down the wine glass, stood on the chair, and made an exaggerated gesture with his hands,
"A spaceship that far surpasses Azeroth in both magical technology and Engineering's accomplishments. It is said that it is specially designed to sail in Twisting Nether. Those Draenei originally lived in Outland, but Not long ago, after Lord of Outland launched a war, they were forced to leave Shattered World, which was already shrouded in war, and then arrived at Azeroth. Although they are undeniably a very powerful race, I think they are just a group of pitiful fugitives."
Although he said it easily, the raised corners of Plugger's mouth still proved his pride and the deeper meaning. Jorach flicked his finger lightly, and a piece of silver Insignia fell on it. At Plugger's hand, the mysterious Mage stretched out his finger to draw a circle in the air in front of his eyes, then put his hand into the circle, took out a box, and threw it to Warlock. He said extremely impatiently,
"What else do you know? Let's tell it together. We won't treat our "old friends" badly."
Gnomes did not answer, but reached out and picked up the badge, took a look at it, and put it into his arms with satisfaction. Then he reached out and opened the box a crack, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Well, there is indeed another news."
Plugger's eyes twitched, he twirled his mustache and lowered his voice,
"Those Draenei came with a purpose. They came to find Dick! Do you think Dawn Knight is still here? Haha, he left 2 hours ago. With Ms. Jaina's Teleportation attainments, he is probably here now."
"Is it the reinforcements of "Northern Expedition" organized by him? Or is it an old acquaintance of his?"
Jorach asked again, Warlock opened his hands and made a helpless expression. Rogue Lord moved his teeth, stood up, and leaned slightly towards the other two people. His body flashed slightly and disappeared in place.
Mage said cheerfully, "Jorach had an enmity with Dick because of Syndicate's matter, although in the end Dick But now that I think about it, his move was too bad. Even if Dick is now separated from Civilized World and has become alone, he still puts too much pressure on Jorach."
Plugger looked at the smiling Mage with a strange look on his face.
"I'm not saying that your intelligence organization needs to be upgraded quickly...Dick, when did he ever live alone?"
"..."
At the same time, Med'an was sitting on the last step of Gladiatorial Arena with Anduin. After the gladiatorial match ended, Li Li and Chen Stormstout ran away to nowhere. Anduin stayed with L Varian for a long time. When Med'an found him, Little Prince was sitting alone on the edge of the deserted Gladiatorial Arena, quietly looking at the moon in a daze.
Armor-Piercing Hammer was put aside by him, and even Scepter of Prince was conveniently thrown beside Warhammer. Anduin was holding a It's a small gourd. If Med'an read it correctly, it should be a meeting gift from Chen Stormstout to Little Prince. It is said that it is filled with fine wine from Chen Stormstout's hometown.
"Hi, Anduin, I haven't seen you all afternoon!"
Med'an didn't care about the dust on the ground and sat down next to Anduin. He reached out and took the wine gourd in Anduin's hand. He opened his mouth and took a sip. He winced at the spicy taste for a long time before he finally recovered.
As the child grew older, his father's tyrannical manipulation of magic reappeared in his body, along with Medivh's bad habits and addiction to alcohol. Of course, even in the midst of the wine-filled Karazhan, the staid old butler Moroes and the indifferent Mentor Meryl·Winterstorm will not allow Med'an to be drunk all day long, especially Ms. Aegwynn of Theramore.
Therefore, the time he spent with Chen Stormstout was a rare free time for Med'an as he grew up. He took another sip of Chen Stormstout and looked sideways at the silent Anduin. The two children had been friends for a long time, so Med'an easily knew that Anduin was in a bad mood.
"What's wrong? Curious boy, who made you unhappy! I... uh, let's ask Chen Stormstout to beat him up!"
Anduin raised his head and looked at the moon hanging in the sky,
"No one is L Varian, my father."
"Pfft!"
Hearing this, Med'an opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of wine, and asked in surprise,
"Varian Isn't His Majesty in Stormwind City? Although I have never seen him, but... Could it be that your mother... I'm sorry, I just..."
Thinking of what happened to Queen Tiffin, Med'an hurriedly stopped his weird thinking. Anduin shook his head, feeling a little frustrated.
"It's not what you think. Mentor told me everything before he left. It's really unimaginable that L Varian is actually my father's Half. He will not truly become my father until he merges with my father who is far away from Tempest Keep. Varian·Wrynn."
Hearing this explanation, Med'an touched his mouth and said thoughtfully, "It sounds like a forbidden evil spell that splits the soul. It is something difficult to deal with, but you should be happy. You can finally see your father again. Why..."
"But he forgot! Med'an, L Varian forgot everything, except me. He forgot Stormwind City, forgot the kingdom, forgot... my mother, he was still with that High Elf, he Betrayal lost his love and his kingdom."
Anduin stood up from the ground excitedly, dancing and shouting, "I wish my father was a real Hero countless times, but all I remember is his drunk appearance. I hoped that he was a wise monarch several times, but he abandoned everything in the country, only his love for my mother, which was the only thing that made me feel warm, but now it is gone! Med'an, can you understand?"
"The last thing that made me feel warm is gone, even though L Varian is as brave as I imagined! He is just like Hero in my imagination. I can feel that we Bloodline are connected, but he is not My father, 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."
Med'an also frowned. The question raised by Anduin was too sharp and caught him off guard. However, after thinking for a few seconds, he spoke,
"Be more open-minded, Anduin. At least he still remembers you. What can you expect a father whose soul has been split to do? He is the luckiest thing to remember you, eh..."
The dark shadow sprang up from behind Med'an, breaking through his magic shield in an instant. Without even arousing any resistance, it strangled his neck. More dark tentacles sprang out from his shadow, entangled him tightly, and no sound could be made. However, Anduin, who had his back to Med'an, did not feel any of this. He was still venting his sorrow.
"No, Med'an, I am very troubled now. Maybe that person Stormwind Keep is my father, L Varian... He is just a poor man, and he should have his own life., I'm not qualified to ask him to give up Valeera for me. Maybe it's better for him and me just to treat it as if we have never met, do you understand? Med'an...Med'an?"
Anduin turned around and saw a big ugly face.
"Of course, I understand, Prince!"
"Quack, you won't have any worries soon, because you will lose both of them at the same time! Hahaha"
The two-headed black shadow carried the unconscious Anduin and Med'an and turned around and walked into the shadows. In the distance behind him, Jungle, Ogre Kingdom Great Door has been opened, and a carnival is going on around Dire Maul Gladiatorial Arena. Soon, the "owners" living in Dire Maul will also have another "carnival."
"Fire, burn, burn!"
"Let us hear the wails, let us feel the Pain, quack, we said we would be back... we never break our promises!"
The moment this twisted black shadow disappeared, orange-red flames also rose from the noisy border in the distance. This originally unquiet night was completely torn apart by the noise at this moment. No Pop-Up Novel Website () The copyright of all novels included on this website belongs to the author! The plot content and book reviews are his personal behavior and have nothing to do with the position of No Pop-Up Novel Website!
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