Valera rushed from the side of the broken mountain road, and behind her, the buffalo and the warrior monks were in a fight. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The war began, the disgusting war.

Valera still remembers the first time she went to war, when the High Elves fought against the Amani trolls, in the Wraith Lands, she fought as a scout, she was very young then, and of course, she is also young now, the life of the immortals is very strange, and time has little effect on them.

In that war, Valera killed her first opponent, then the second, then the third... Eventually, when the opponent became a number in her eyes, the killing became simple.

However, in that battle, she lost her mother, less than 100 meters away from her.

She still remembers that when she returned to her hometown after the war was over, she could not imagine that the woman who had been with her for almost 100 years was lying in this cold grave in front of her.

Her father, the head of the Sangunar family, also took off his cold disguise for the first time in Varela's memory, kneeling on the ground and crying like a child, at that moment, she forgave her father for ignoring her childhood, but she could not forgive herself.

Because she had a chance to save her mother, but she lost that opportunity, forever.

Born into a family of Assassins and Spellbreakers, Valera shouldn't have had much emotion, but after that time, she chose to flee, unable to face an icy family that had lost the last shred of warmth in her life.

But as she traveled to Azeroth, she became as cold, silent, cruel, and indifferent as the elders of her family.

It wasn't until she met Bearskin, then met Lagosh, and gained love that the pain that had been hidden in her heart was slightly relieved.

But now, on this strange continent, her heart is clouded again.

Because she was afraid, not of herself, but of whether Varian, or Lagosh, the man she liked, would become as miserable as her father after Anduin's accident, and cover up the rest of her life with self-blame.

She couldn't see another pillar of her life suffering like that again.

But when Valella hurried over the mountain road that had been distorted by the earthquake just now, and sped forward on the smooth snow, the dagger in her hand coldly slashed through the throats of one guy after another who stood in her way, and when she rushed to the mountain pavilion, her heart... But it sank.

Anduin, the child who always smiled shyly and was always awkward in the face of her, the boy who was destined to be a part of her life later in life, had become a different picture.

A look Valera never wanted to see.

Lili stood at the far end of the pavilion with a pale face, a sword wound on her arm, deep to the bone, if it weren't for the moment when the little pig hummed and repelled the crazy Anduin with his head mallet, the sword just now would definitely pierce her heart.

Lili held a broken warrior monk's stick in her hand, which was her weapon, broken by Anduin with her bare hands.

In front of Anduin was Swain, the night elf druid with a sweet smile, who had turned into a gray brown bear, struggling to resist with his bare hands, but his body was shrouded in a layer of black mist, and his hands had become the paws of predatory creatures.

Everyone has seen that form, and when Lao Chen encountered the evil of trouble, it was like this, crazy, and fierce.

Now it's Anduin's turn.

His oath bearer was stuck in the ground, and the sword had lost all its brilliance.

But even Anduin, who was bare-handed and possessed by the demons, also beat Sven back again and again, and Lao Chen was infected by the demons, and almost directly abolished Zhu Talan, the first warrior monk in Pandaria, and now Anduin, who is far inferior to Lao Chen, has also entered this state.

But thankfully, little Anduin is very weak in his own right, so even if he is possessed, Valera is enough to deal with him, but Valera did not step forward, not because of fear, but because of doubt.

After Lao Chen recovered, he had described the feeling of being possessed, Valera remembered very clearly, Lao Chen said that only if there are negative emotions in the heart, will they be controlled, which is why Zhu Talan and Bear Skin will not be possessed, because at that time, Lao Chen was really close to despair because of Lili's affairs, and this was the opportunity seized by the Evil of Sorrow.

Calvincent is also because of his own reasons, his body is full of anger, and he will be controlled by the anger of anger, but Anduin... Little Anduin's heart, there is still hatred?

What is he hating?

Who is he hating?

Valella drew her dagger, and when he was with Varian, he had told her about his relationship with Anduin, and although it lacked some warmth, it had never been something that the child couldn't let go, but now...

This really made her a little incomprehensible, could it really be because Anduin's own will was relatively weak, so he was easily defeated by the demons?

The High Elf shook her head, jumped into the shadows, and walked behind the frenzied Anduin, the little prince did not notice her, the gap between the two was too great.

But at the moment when she held the dagger behind her back and appeared from the shadows, ready to knock the little prince unconscious, the black energy around Anduin's body was like gasoline that had met Mars, and suddenly jumped up again, and even formed an almost substantial demonic shadow behind Anduin.

Sensing the threat, he knocked Sven back with one claw, half off his body, and the other claw slammed into Valella with no skill to speak of, and the High Elf felt that he only needed to take a slight step back to stun Anduin without being hurt at all.

But just as the two of them looked at each other, and when they saw Anduin's eyes that made their scalps tingle, Valella was stunned, and even the dagger in his hand stopped in place.

She suddenly understood.

He hated her.

Hate this woman who took away her mother and father.

Tiffine... Varian.

She was sure that this was the kind of look that she saw, because this kind of look, when she had just left home, whenever she looked in the mirror, she saw such eyes.

Hate eyes.

The eyes were so similar that Valella saw her past self, the one who was struggling to live in the dark, but who was unwilling to look back at her hatred and remorse.

She even forgot to block, forgot to attack, and let the claw land on her arm.

"Click"

The crisp sound of bone cracking accompanied by the flying of daggers resounded through the small battlefield.

Valera was always the champion assassin, and the moment she realized that she had made a fatal mistake, she immediately disappeared into the shadows, and when she returned to her previous position, her right arm unusually lowered by her side.

Anduin roared as if he were mad, ignoring Swain trying to stop him, desperately trying to tear his skin through Sven's claws, and pounce on Valera.

But at this moment, the High Elf stood there with her arms crossed, not dodging, not even retreating, her head was lowered, and she didn't seem to notice Anduin rushing at her, until the little prince rushed into Valera's attack range, and the High Elf's left hand reached out like a poisonous snake, pinching Anduin's claws and pinching his neck.

The little prince's body was lifted into the air by Valera, who bared his teeth and claws without realizing his situation, and then Valella raised her head.

Surprisingly calm, she looked at Anduin's blood-red eyes,

"Do you really want to kill me?"

"Roar!"

She was answered by a senseless roar.

"Come on, then. ”

Valera waved one hand, the knife flashed, Anduin flew upside down, the claw formed by the energy in his hand was cut off, rolled on the ground twice, and landed right next to the dagger that Valera dropped on the ground, he grabbed the dagger beside him, red eyes, and rushed towards Valera.

Amid the screams of Lili and Swain, the High Elf Assassin did not dodge or dodge, allowing Anduin to pounce into her arms.

"Poof"

The blade entered the body, and blood overflowed.

"Drop... Drop..."

Warm blood trickled from the corners of Valera's mouth, dripping onto Anduin's dagger hands, a blow that stabbed Valella's lungs, and Lili could even see the blade pass through the High Elf's back.

Fatal injuries.

Anduin seemed to be frightened silly, and as his mood fluctuated, the black fog around his body dissipated a little, and there was a clarity in his eyes, and although it was difficult, he looked up and saw Valera's face, which had turned pale from pain.

Those eyes, unexpectedly soft... The accident made him a little frightened.

He let go of the dagger and staggered back to retreat, but was wrapped around Valera's trembling hand around his neck, and the High Elf looked down with difficulty, looking at Anduin,

"I know my presence hurts you, but... Forgive me... Ahem, okay?"

Lao Chen, who was covered in blood, ran over from the mountain road next to him, he saw Anduin who was full of dark energy, Valera who had been stabbed by him, the warrior monk understood what was happening at the first time, his figure flashed quickly, and he jumped into Anduin's side in three or two clicks, but when he appeared, Anduin's already stable dark energy rioted again.

Just as Lao Chen raised his fist and was about to stun Anduin, Valera raised her head suddenly, like a she-wolf protecting her cubs, and roared at Lao Chen,

"Away from my children... Far away!"

Old Chen froze for a moment, but then he reflected and quickly retreated, and when he left, Andu's irritable evil energy slowly recovered.

Valera was right, the war between the monks and the Hate Shay was not over yet, and no one could guarantee that even after knocking Anduin unconscious, the Hate Shaite would regain control of his body.

But Valera... What was going to happen to her injuries? It was a real fatal injury.

Anduin was held in Valera's arms, and he was still struggling at first, but as he felt Valera's embrace, he seemed to also feel the emotions and will of the High Elf, maybe Anduin's own will was also struggling, in short, he quieted down.

His body began to tremble, and he looked up, his eyes still blood-red, but he looked at Varela, who was still struggling to smile under the severe pain.

That beautiful and soft face, in that chaotic mind, he seemed to be remembering this familiar face, but he couldn't remember anything.

When Queen Tiffyne died, Anduin was just a child, and at that age, he didn't remember what happened that night, and he didn't remember Queen Tiffin's appearance, and the pictures in Stormstorm Fortress were all painted by Queen Tiffine and Varian together.

At that time, Tiffine was a queen, but not a mother.

Anduin couldn't remember the face of his mother, who felt so reassured, and the more he remembered, the more painful it became, the more he would fall into that kind of negative emotion that could not be eliminated, but at this moment, when he saw Valera's face full of maternal light again.

The face of the woman who always remembered that she couldn't see her expression clearly became clear... Eventually, that became Valera.

Although maybe not like it, those eyes, those eyes of protection and guilt... It was the look that Tiffyne looked into Anduin in the last moments of her life.

Now, the figures of the two women he called his mother in the little prince's life coincided.

"Mom..."

Anduin screamed unconsciously, the hatred still not far from his body, but his hands, trembling uncontrollably, finally hugged Valella gently.

This salutation made Valera, whose face was pale, flutter for a moment, but then, with a smile, shook it, and Anduin, who was already weak, hugged her left arm again.

"Whoosh"

A purple bolt of lightning appeared next to the cruel but warm embrace, and before Anduin could fight back, the silvery-white finger wrapped with purple thunder and lightning pointed at the back of his head, and the power of the tamed order swirled around Anduin's body, severing the shackles of hatred.

The next moment, the little prince's body softened, his eyes were full of tears, and Valella, who finally couldn't hold on, fell to the ground together.

The thunder shone again, Dick's voice fell in place, and the figure was gone.

"Lao Chen, take care of them! I'll come when I go. ”

Less than a second later, golden flames, mixed with silver thunder and lightning, shone in the sky of the black storm that had already occupied half of Kunlai Mountain, and the light appeared again.