The champion's feast would last until midnight, and the fanatical fans would even fight until dawn, and in a few days, the bustling place would be deserted again until another gladiator tournament was held two years later, and if the bastards of all races weren't dead, they would probably be happy to pay for it again. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But presumably, in the next gladiator competition, there may not be such outstanding gladiators as Gavincent and Lagosh, right?

From the two kings to the demigods, this gladiator tournament is definitely the rarest era in history, and the top five who enter the semi-finals are definitely the favorites to compete for the championship.

The organizer of the next tournament is the Black Iron Bar, maybe Prager is worried about where to invite such a good gladiator, if it is not done well, the Black Iron Bar will lose face.

However, at this point, the bigwigs of the dark world sat together, discussing not the game in 2 years, after the redivision of interests, another thing was put on the agenda.

"According to the report of our spies in the Gray Valley, just 2 hours ago, a purple mountain fell into the sea of mist, where a huge tide was formed by the impact, and the Black Sea was even directly submerged, I don't care much about those elves, but I am curious, what is that "purple peak" that fell from the sky into the sea?"

Jorazzi rubbed his fingers against his smooth chin, his fingers were very thin, but the nails were so clean that it was hard to believe that those ten fingers could be transformed into deadly weapons at any time.

The mage-looking guy sitting across from him in a heavy purple robe chuckled, unable to distinguish between men and women, but when he looked up, under the purple mage hat was a clown-like stitched mask, which was the black market owner of the Dalaran sewers, a mage of mysterious origin.

"Purple Peak? The level of the spies of the Assassin League is too low, right? It is clearly a giant crystal with strange magical power, I am sure that there are creatures on it, but I can't be sure if it is friend or foe, they look very difficult to mess with, they have experience in magical masking, I lost 3 useless subordinates, I can barely see the scene above. ”

The mysterious mage took a sip of sweet fruit wine, stretched out his finger and shook it in front of his eyes,

"Tsk, it's hell there, but the Night Elves reacted quickly, the first ship set off from Auberdine 2 hours after it fell, and now it is estimated that it has come into contact with those blue-skinned strange creatures, unfortunately, we are still a little weak in the face of national power. ”

Joraci shrugged his shoulders regretfully, and turned his head to look at the vacant seat,

"It's a pity that Bainholler isn't here, otherwise with the level of those succubi under his command, we probably have first-hand information right now... At least you can buy it at a good price. ”

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

"Forget it, Mr. Duke, borrow two of its guts, Bainholler doesn't dare to send his demons to Essoda, the Draenei are the real Holy Light family, they use the skills of the Holy Light, they are as skilled as those paladins in the Silver Hand, Bainholler is too late to avoid them, how can they join in the fun!"

"Essoda, Draenei, what's that?"

Choraci and the mysterious mage looked at each other, and directly told them that the gnome sorcerer had some secrets that they did not know, seeing this scene, Prager coughed pretentiously, picked up the wine glass again, and shook it twice, until Jorazi showed an impatient look, and then spoke,

"I have an old friend... Well, the kind that has a very "good" relationship, I thought he was dead a long time ago, but he didn't, for some reason, he's with those fallen draenei now, it's a spaceship, can you understand?"

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

"A ship that surpasses Azeroth in terms of magical technology and engineering attainments, it is said that it sails exclusively in the warped void, those draenei originally lived in the Outlands, but not long ago, after the King of the Outlands launched a war, they were forced to leave the shattered world that had been shrouded in war, and then arrived in Azeroth, although they are undeniably a very powerful race, but I think they are just a group of poor fugitives. ”

Although the mouth said it was very relaxed, the corners of Prag's mouth still proved his pride, and the deeper meaning, Jolazi's finger flicked slightly, and a silver emblem fell on Prager's hand, and the mysterious mage stretched out his finger to draw a circle in the air in front of him, and then put his hand into the circle, felt out a box, and threw it to the warlock, extremely impatiently said,

"What else do you know? Let's talk about it, we won't treat our "old friends" badly. ”

The dwarf did not answer, but reached out and picked up the badge, looked at it, and put it into his arms with satisfaction, and then reached out to open the box a crack, and nodded with satisfaction,

"Well, there is indeed one more piece of news. ”

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

"Those Draenei are here for a purpose, they're here to find Dick! You think the Knight of the Dawn is still here? haha, he left two hours ago, and with Lady Gianna's teleportation skills, he guess they're all here now. ”

"Is it the reinforcements of the "Northern Expedition" he organized, or is it his old acquaintance?"

Joras pressed again, and the warlock opened his hands and made a helpless expression, and the Assassin Duke moved his teeth, stood up, and leaned slightly towards the other two, his body flickering and disappearing in place.

The mage said happily, "Choraci had a bad relationship with Dick for the Syndicate, although Dick bowed his head in the end, but now that I think about it, his move was too bad, even if Dick is now out of the civilized world and has become a loner, the pressure he put on Joraci is still too great." ”

Prager looked at the smiling mage with a strange expression,

"Didn't I say that your intelligence organization needs to be upgraded quickly... Dick, when has he ever been alone?"

“…”

At the same time, Median was sitting with Anduin on the last step of the gladiatorial arena, after the gladiatorial match, Lili and Lao Chen sneakily ran to somewhere, Anduin stayed with Lagosh for a long time, and when Median found him, the little prince was sitting alone on the edge of the empty gladiatorial arena, quietly looking at the moon in a daze.

The armor-piercing hammer was put aside by him, and even the prince's scepter was thrown by him next to the warhammer, and Anduin was holding a small gourd in his hand, if Median was not mistaken, it should be a gift from Lao Chen to the little prince, which is said to be filled with fine wine from Lao Chen's hometown.

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

Median didn't care about the dust on the ground, sat down next to Anduin, reached out and took the wine gourd in Anduin's hand, opened her mouth and poured it, and then was squeezed by the spicy taste for a long time before she was relieved.

As the child grew older, his father's manipulation of magic reappeared in his body, along with Medivan's bad habits and alcoholism. Of course, even in the wine-laden Karazan, the old-fashioned butler Moros and the indifferent mentor Merry Winterwind would not allow Median to be drunk all day, and even more so the Lady Egwene of Theramore.

So this period of time with Lao Chen was a rare free time for Median to grow up, he took another sip of spirits, squinted at the silent Anduin, the two children have been friends for a long time, so Madian easily knew that Anduin was in a bad mood.

"What's wrong? Curious boy, who upset you! Uh, let's let Lao Chen beat him!"

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

"Nobody, it's Lagosh, my father. ”

"Poof!"

Hearing this, Madian opened her mouth and squirted out a sip of wine, and asked in surprise,

"Isn't His Majesty Varian in Stormwind? I haven't met him, but... Could it be that your mother... Sorry, I just..."

Thinking of what happened to Queen Tiffine, Median hurriedly stopped thinking strangely, and Anduin shook his head, a little depressed,

"It's not what you think, the Mentor told me everything before he left, it's hard to imagine that Lagosh is actually half of my father, and he will only become my father after he has become one with my father in Storm Fortress, Varian Ureon. ”

Hearing this explanation, Median touched her mouth and said thoughtfully, "It sounds like a forbidden evil art that splits souls, something difficult to deal with, but you should be happy, you can finally see your father again, why..."

"But he forgot! Madian, Lagosh forgot everything, except me, he forgot about Stormwind, he forgot about the kingdom, he forgot... My mother, who was still with that High Elf, betrayed his love and his kingdom. ”

Anduin got up from the ground excitedly, dancing and shouting, "I have wished my father a true hero countless times, but all I remember is that he was drunk, and I have wished he was a wise monarch countless times, but he left everything in the country, only his love for my mother, and that was the only thing that made me feel warm, but now it is gone!

"The last thing that warms me is gone, even if Lagosh is as brave as I imagined! He's like a hero in my imagination, I can feel that we're connected, but he's not my father, he's a living man, and I'm not even qualified to ask him to sacrifice himself and turn back into Varian Wryon, you see, he has a life of his own, and the High Elf loves him very much. ”

Median's brow furrowed, Anduin's question was too sharp to catch him off guard, but after thinking for a few seconds, he spoke,

"Come to think of it, Anduin, he remembers you at least, what can you expect from a father whose soul has been torn apart? he's the luckiest thing to remember you, uh..."

The dark shadow rushed up from behind Median, breaking through his magic shield in an instant, and without even arousing a trace of resistance, it grabbed his neck, and more dark tentacles rushed out of his shadow, entangled him so tightly that he couldn't make a sound, and Anduin, who had his back to Madian, didn't feel all this, he was still venting his sadness.

"No, Madion, I'm annoyed right now, maybe that one from Stormstorm is my father, Lagosh... He's just a poor man, he deserves a life of his own, and I'm not in a position to ask him to give up Valera for me, maybe as if we hadn't met, which makes it good for me and for him, you know? Median?"

Anduin turned his head and was greeted by a big ugly face,

"Of course, I understand, Your Highness the Prince!"

"Quack, you'll be out of trouble soon, because you're going to lose both of them at the same time!hahaha"

The two-headed black shadow carried the unconscious Anduin and Median turned and walked into the shadows, and in the distant jungle behind him, the gate of the ogre kingdom had been opened, and a carnival was going on around the arena of the hammer of doom, and soon, the "masters" who lived in the hammer of doom would have another "".

"Flame, burn, burn!"

"Let us hear the wailing, let us feel the pain, quack, we said we would be back... We never break our word!"

The moment this distorted black shadow disappeared, the orange-red flames also rose from the noisy border in the distance, and this already unpeaceful night, at this moment, was completely torn apart by the hustle and bustle.