Tylia became the adopted daughter of Tyrion a little later than Anduin.

But Anduin was still a baby at that time, and for as long as the child could remember, Delia and Dornan and Vanessa had been by his side, as well as Sarandia and little Yuna, and among the children of the great lord, Anduin was the only boy, which led to the little prince growing up with his sisters as an example.

Dornan, who walked into the shamanic way, taught Anduin peace and wisdom, Vanessa who walked in the shadows taught Anduin patience, Sarantya's company made Anduin no longer lonely, and even Yuna, who always likes to make trouble, also made Anduin maintain a pure heart no matter where he is and what he does.

And Delia, the warrior-maiden who taught Anduin, is courage...

To this day, Anduin still can't forget that when he was a child, he was chased by a mad boar while hiking in the western wilderness, and Delia, who was still very weak at the time, carried him all the way back to the children's camp, Anduin remembered that he had been trembling, he was afraid of the boar's red eyes, but Tyria did not.

The young lady has been encouraging him to try her best to escape from the pursuit of the beast, and Telia was only 13 years old at that time...

Some people are born and grown, they will always discover their own unique and powerful talents, with the passage of time, children have their own lives, embarked on their own destiny, the little prince who was ignorant of the world has also become an excellent warrior of the Holy Light, and has also participated in real battles and proved himself, he is the new star of the Silver Dawn Order, and has become the next generation of the official heir of the Order State.

His talent for a great fit with the Light gave him a bright future and made him not afraid of any challenges, however, in the place where he grew up, the little prince rarely felt a sense of confusion and hesitation when he held a sharp blade and was comparable to Tylia, who was not connected to him by blood, but was comparable to a real relative.

On the one hand, Anduin's personality makes it difficult for him to raise his sword against his loved ones.

On the other hand, Anduin doesn't know if he can win the battle with Delia...

And as it turned out, it seemed that he really couldn't win...

"Bang"

The golden holy sword and the thunderous sword collided staggered, between the deflection of the blade, sparks jumped from the sharp blade, and the energy that was dispersed fell, in the state of "ash awakening", Anduin, who was wrapped in holy light like a seraph, was knocked back a few steps, but he couldn't catch his breath, and between the coquettish drinks, Delia, who was holding a sword and heavy shield, was like a charging bull, in the savage collision at close range, Anduin, who had not been able to stand firmly, was repelled again.

The heavy shield in her hand roared and smashed against Anduin's long sword in front of her at the moment of collision, and the blow was so powerful that the little prince's wrist hurt severely, and the blade in his hand was almost out of his hand.

"Holy Light!"

At the last moment, Anduin waved his right hand, and the golden blade of energy converged pierced Delia's body from the palm of his hand.

Anduin wanted to use the Holy Light to unsheath and force back Delia, who was entangled in flame-like anger in front of her, and the warrior girl was not wearing armor, and in the face of such an attack, if she didn't want to be hurt, she could only choose to retreat and dodge, and in that way, Anduin, who had been suppressed since the beginning of the war, would have a chance to breathe.

After several years of not fighting, the little prince's sister's strange increased power is not mentioned for the time being, just pure combat skills, it is almost impossible for Anduin to fight back, every time he wields his long sword, wants to get close to Tyria, to a powerful moment of divine storm, Delia's legendary sword wrapped in the power of wind and thunder in his hand will teach him a hard lesson.

Even Anduin could feel that Teria didn't fight him with all her might... This made the little prince also have some contemptuous anger.

But the development of the battle was beyond Anduin's expectations, and in the face of the blade of holy light that he stabbed, a hint of determination flashed in the eyes of Delia, who was holding the sword and shield, and she continued to close tightly, allowing the blade of holy light to unsheath her arm, tearing her sleeve open, leaving a bloody scar on the white arm.

Suffering...

It hurts, but under the stimulation of pain, the anger wrapped around Delia's body has become more noisy and thicker... The strength of the warrior profession comes from the will, and every skilled warrior is a master of power control, and they have learned to turn pain into spiritual motivation in endless battles, and each scar can make their anger more aggressive, allowing them to explode stronger in a short period of time.

"Little brother, get out of the way!"

"Bang"

In Delia's roar, the Wind Chaser sword smashed the Sarameni sword raised by Anduin like a war hammer, and the three attacks in 1 second made Anduin's sword-holding hand sore, and a trace of anxiety flashed in the eyes of the little prince who had been suppressed, and he retreated to dodge his sister's left leg kicked out like a battle axe, and between the blades in his hand, the Sarameni longsword turned into two sharp one-handed swords.

Anduin stepped forward, swinging his sword in his left hand to block the sword that Tella had smashed, and the long sword in his right hand flipped outwards and slapped Delia's shield-holding wrist, and under the sudden attack, Delia's fingers twitched, allowing the heavy shield to come out of his hand.

But before Anduin could laugh in triumph, Delia, who had lost her shield and become more nimble, burst in front of Anduin, her sword flipping, and the sharp blade in Anduin's left hand flew away.

"Little brother... You've lost! ”

"Bang"

Delia looked up and placed her left hand gently on the little prince's shoulder.

The next moment.

A vicious mallet slammed into Anduin's forehead, sending the little prince with his twin swords staggering backwards, and he tried to block Delia's attack with his sword.

But when he looked up, a fist wrapped in fiery red rage rapidly enlarged in his eyes...

"Bang"

Anduin's body was dissipated by the fierce punch, and the little prince, who had fallen into a brief coma, could no longer control his strength, and his body fell backwards, and he was gently embraced by Delia.

The sword of the beating wind and thunder was stuck in a messy land, and the perfect garden of the Duke of Berval had been completely destroyed in the battle between the two children, and those precious flowers flew in the air, and the earth was scorched by the holy light and trampled by the wrath, so that the foundation of the garden was completely destroyed.

"Why are you doing this... Just for a man who doesn't know the details, are you going to stand opposite us? ”

Tellia picked up the unconscious Anduin in the posture of a princess, and behind her, Sarandia let out a helpless sigh, this Xia Ou did not join Anduin and Tylia in the battle, otherwise in the face of the two warriors favored by the Holy Light, Teria would inevitably fight harder.

"He's my best and kindest brother, and I didn't want to hurt him like that."

Sarandia stepped forward, she used her holy light spell to heal Delia's bleeding arm, but there was no pain on the warrior girl's face, she looked at Anduin in her arms like a deep sleep, she shook her head:

"I don't want to hurt you either, you are also my relatives, but Sarandia, this matter has developed so far, and it has nothing to do with Flynn."

Tellia handed Anduin to Sarandia, she let out a sigh of relief, reached out and grabbed the sword and shield on the ground, she walked back indoors along the ruined path, and after a few minutes, at the clash of heavy armor, the heavily armed warrior girl tied her hair, her long black hair tied into a simple single ponytail at the back of her head, she carried the sword and shield on her back, and carried the black, spiked helmet in her hand.

She looked like a female warrior about to step onto the battlefield, and in those slightly melancholy eyes, there was a decisive light.

"I'm leaving."

Tellia said to Sarandia behind her:

"Some things have been delayed for too long, and it's time to get rid of the longest-standing confusion in my heart."

"Have you made up your mind?"

Sarandia asked in a low voice:

"Are you ready?"

"I'm going to challenge the Grim Reaper... Sarantia, my sister, I could never have been prepared for this, but at this point, there was no way to turn back, and fate rang the bell at me. ”

Tylia stretched out her hand and fastened the heavy helmet to her head, and she said in an urn voice:

"So be it, no matter what the outcome... I'm going to have a knot. ”

"Only when I do this with my own hands can I truly let go of the past and become Tyrion. Dawnblade, good daughter..."

Talia's answer made Sarandia cover her forehead with a headache, and she whispered:

"You should know better than anyone that you have always been his good daughter, and of all the children, you will always be the one who makes him the proudest and most satisfied, and it doesn't make sense that Dornan will occasionally be jealous of you, Delia! Even Berval and Cyrus have forgotten the past, and your three fathers have shaken hands and made peace, so why are you still clinging to this? ”

"Because I have feelings for them just as much as they have for me!"

Delia stepped forward, and between the clash of heavy armor, the petals of the earth behind her were blown up by the wind, and the ocean sprinkled the battlefield, like the most gorgeous sea of flowers.

Between the falling flowers, Delia's deep voice rang out between the mansions:

"I don't want my feelings to be pure..."

"If I keep mixing hatred with it, I'll never really accept them..."

"Just as he thinks of me as a true daughter, I want to see him as a true father... I'm not a heartless person..."

"This is the last time... After today, the past Delia will be buried once and for all, and the Tella that belongs to you will truly return..."

"Waiting for me to come back, sister..."

Seeing Tellia disappear from sight, the precocious girl Sarandia glanced at Anduin lying on her lap, and said with some silence:

"She also said that she was not Tyrion's daughter, but if you look at her, her personality is simply carved out of the same mold as Tyrion, the same stubbornness, the same paranoia, the same intolerance for any impurities in her life, of all the children, Tyria is the most like him, right?"

As she spoke, Salantia's fingers gently touched Anduin's ear, and then tugged at the earlobe fiercely, she lowered her head and shouted:

"You're letting me deal with these troubles, you bastard! How long do you have to pretend to sleep? Teria is gone! Get up for me! ”

Anduin, who had been struck in the ear, jumped up from the ground with a slurp, and the little prince rubbed his ears a little depressedly, and he said to the puffing Salantia:

"I can't help it! Tellia made up her mind, I don't want to fight to the death with her, you are all girls, there are some things to say, you see, I was also forced! ”

As he spoke, a trace of worry flashed in Anduin's eyes, and he stepped forward, took Sarantia's hands, and he whispered:

"I know, like Delia, you have some bad past, between you and Aurelia..."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Sarandia interrupted Anduin's concern with a loud voice, and she looked at Anduin in front of her, and said:

"I have reconciled with Aurelia a long time ago, I will not be a second Delia, the part of my soul that belongs to hatred has died, and I fill it with another feeling."

The elf girl glared at Anduin viciously, and she let out a long breath and whispered:

"I don't hate her anymore, because I wouldn't have met you without her..."

"Buzz"

Heavily armed as she traversed the portal to the Dark Temple, she was ready to be surrounded by the Death Knights the moment she stepped out of the portal.

However, there was no encirclement in front of her, only Orelia, the Blood Mistress standing there, with her back to her.

The woman in the blood-colored dress in front of her seemed to be the only obstacle to her progress.

"Delia, my daughter, can you do me a favor?"

Standing in the shadows, the Blood Mistress whispered:

"Go back, don't meddle in this matter."

Aurelia looked at her silent daughter, and she explained:

"Flynn. Favind's problems are much more serious than you think. If he's just a dispensable little guy, then there's no way he's going to come here and let your father deal with him personally... My daughter, I also hope that you can have a good love, but some things are more important than love. ”

"Mother, Flynn is innocent, I firmly believe that."

Beneath the heavy helmet, Delia's voice was full of stubbornness:

"But I'm not here just for Flynn, as you said, there are some things that are more important than love..."

"Mother, I've come to challenge my father, Tyrion, I've come with a knot."

Tylia straightened her body, and she said in a deep voice:

"He gave me that chance!"

"And now, here I am." 2k reading web