Flynn was running away in a frenzy.

Every time he turned around, he saw Tyrion with the black sword chasing after him from behind, unhurried, with a mocking smile on his hateful face, as if that smile was his essence.

The young captain ran frantically across the mist-shrouded wasteland, his eyes only a cold mist obscuring Flynn's vision, and he didn't know where to go... It seemed that the end of each direction represented the roaring death, and with every step he took forward, in the fog in front of him, there would be those wailing and fluttering dead spirits, those faces, familiar, unfamiliar, friends, enemies, those who disgusted him.

They are all dead...

Bound in the depths of despair of Tyrion's rule, with no true deliverance for eternity, they screamed, wanting Flynn to help them, they wanted a peaceful rest, they pleaded, calling Flynn's name behind their backs.

But Flynn, who was chased by death, gasped and fled, but he never dared to look back, perhaps, the moment he turned back, he would disappear from the world of the living miserably like these dead spirits.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! ”

"I can't do it!"

Flynn howled, like a helpless child, and threw his hand away, and ran forward with all his might, and he broke into the mist, but in the light shifted, his collar was caught by a cold finger.

Tyrion!

Tyrion with a bone sword in hand appeared in front of him, and the surrounding fog completely dispersed at this moment, Flynn screamed, he found that the place where he was a cliff, and his body lifted by Tyrion had been completely suspended in the air, he looked back, under the cliff behind him, it seemed to be a dark abyss water, in that black water, soaked in countless white bone skeletons...

The skeletons floated in the water, their black eyes looking upward, as if expecting the next victim.

"Nope! No! ”

Flynn looked at the expressionless Tyrion in front of him, the Grand Lord looked at him with a cold gaze, and in Flynn's desperate eyes, the fingers that Tyrion had clasped his collar loosened one by one.

"That's the price you pay for being close to my daughter! Chop Pieces! ”

"Fall into the abyss!"

"No !!"

Flynn's body was thrown off the cliff, and he shook his hands wildly in the air, trying to grasp the non-existent hope, but in this last moment, all he could see was Tyrion's cold face and those ice-blue eyes full of contempt, as if to mock his weakness and incompetence.

"No!!"

Flynn opened his eyes suddenly, and the frightened young man sat up from the cold bed with his hands in his hands, his body soaked in cold sweat, and his whole body was fished out of the water at the time of the signs, his breathing was heavy, like a child frightened by nightmares, his eyes were scattered, and he looked at the black room in front of him with a blank attitude.

On all sides were walls made of cold rock, and in the dim light of the spar lamps, some strange patterns could be faintly seen, and the whole room was empty except for a bed and a stone table, not even a window.

It's like a standard cage.

"It's okay, it's okay..."

Flynn's breathing became calm, and he reached out and touched his heart, where there was a beating heart, which made the young man very relieved, the nightmare just a dream.

"Look at the way you look... Was it scared? ”

But just as Flynn was completely relaxed, a deep voice suddenly came from the shadows in the corner, and the young man was so frightened that he almost jumped again.

"Who! Who's there! ”

Flynn stood on the stone bed, his hands clenched into fists, in a fighting stance, and under his vigilant gaze, a slender figure stepped out of the scattered shadows, and from the curves of the sling's body, it was easy to tell that this was a charming woman, and Flynn recognized her.

The iconic white mask that fastened to his face, and the black uniform and riding boots that could not be faked... This is the leader of the Darkblade agents who followed the Blood Lady to capture him in Amway Harbor, and if Flynn remembers correctly, this lady should be called "Shadow"?

Well, what a strange name.

"Flynn. You're in luck, Favind. ”

The shadow stood 5 meters away from Flynn, she crossed her waist with one hand, and played with the thorn whip in her hand with the other, she tilted her head, looking at the weak chicken-like living person in front of her, she could feel Flynn's hostility, but it was meaningless.

"The Darkblade Intelligence Bureau has found out that you have nothing to do with the forces of Enzos, you are just a poor creature who is being used, so the Great Lord has mercifully given you a second chance, believe me, this is a rare treatment, in the past ten years, only a few people have survived similar situations to you, so I think you should feel lucky."

"By the way, do you want to hear what the Great Lord has to say about you?"

The atmosphere in the room didn't really lighten up because of Shadow's relaxed description.

Flynn still looked warily at Sallein in front of him, and after a few seconds of silence, he lowered his voice and asked:

"Delia... Is she okay? ”

"The little princess is fine now, don't bother you!"

The shadow's voice became a little more indifferent:

"You should be grateful to the little princess for the sacrifice she has made for you, because your miscellaneous appearance has completely deprived Princess Tellia of the opportunity to inherit any inheritance of the High Lord, she could easily become the most powerful queen of Azeroth, but she is because of a... Well, an insignificant man, gave up all this. ”

Flynn's expression darkened, he survived, and Tellia survived, which should have been two happy things, but after hearing the price Tella had paid for it, the young and romantic captain could not be happy in any way.

Anyone can claim that they don't care about wealth or power, but there is a limit to this arrogant character, Flynn knows that the "inheritance" left by the high lord Tyrion, even if it is only a tenth, is enough for countless people to spend everything to claim, Tyria instinctively gets it all reasonably, as the shadow said, she instinctively became the brightest queen in this world, but she gave up.

Just because Flynn...

Although the young captain was conceited, he was also self-aware, and it was difficult for him to make up his mind if he were Delia, and because of this, the sacrifice that Tellia made for him made Flynn feel full of guilt, and that stupid girl almost gave up all her future for him.

Perhaps, what little Yuna said was right, their encounter was a mistake from the beginning.

"Can I meet her?"

Flynn was silent for several minutes, and as he sat weakly on the edge of the bed, his hands clutching his hair, he asked softly:

"I'm going to leave Talia, I'm going to disappear on my own, I'm... I don't deserve all of this that Tella has done for me, she deserves the best and brightest future, I just want to see her before I leave, even if it's from afar. ”

"Are you kidding?"

Shadow scoffed at Flynn's request, and said in a cold tone:

"Do you think that the internal affairs of the Dawnblade family are as casual as the decisions made by your pirate brothers? Tylia made an oath in the face of death, it can't be changed, it has nothing to do with you! Recognize who you are, Flynn. Until now, Favind, you have been a dispensable minor player in this matter, and all your thoughts and actions have changed nothing. ”

"Raise your head! Look at me! ”

The shadow's reprimand made Flynn subconsciously raise his head, and he saw the blood-red eyes under the mask of the condescending shadow, and the dark-bladed agent said calmly:

"I watched Delia grow up little by little, that child is kind-hearted, that is her greatest weakness, if you want to spend your life with her, then you must be a shadow behind her, help her block those arrows from the darkness, this is the only thing the High Lord and Tyria's other two fathers ask of you..."

In other words, you have to make sacrifices and prove that you are capable and qualified to be by Delia's side! You can't see her now until you fulfill your mission... Of course, the Darkblade Intelligence Agency is a rules-based organization, so I'll ask you politely... Are you going to refuse this mission? ”

"You mean... You mean..."

The shadow spoke very directly, which hurt Flynn's heart, but the meaning revealed in the shadow's words made Flynn, who was originally despaired, stand up abruptly at this moment, and the young captain stretched out his hand with bright eyes, put it on the shadow's shoulder, and asked excitedly:

"Can I date Tyria? The three undead lunatics, they agreed? ”

"Huh?"

Shadow's knife-like eyes looked at Flynn's fingers on her shoulder, this action made Flynn immediately withdraw his hands in fright, this action made Shadow nod in satisfaction, she looked at Flynn like she was looking at a lump of garbage, but in the end, she could only say in a helpless tone:

"This is what Tylia has won for you, Major General Cyrus did not express any objections, and the Duke of Berval thinks that you simply cannot do it, and as for the Great Lord, the Great Lord has a very low opinion of you... He thinks you're a spicy chicken in every way, but you can give your life for his daughter, so he doesn't mind giving you a chance. ”

"The day you complete your mission, Tylia will be truly free... She can do whatever she wants, including... Marry you. ”

"So now, Flynn. Favind, let me ask you again, are you going to give up this mission? ”

The shadow questioned a second time, and this time, Flynn didn't hesitate any longer, he shook his head and waved his fist:

"Give up? No! No! ”

"I'm ready! My ship was wrecked by you, so I need a boat, a bunch of trustworthy people, and a meal to fill my stomach, and then I'm good to go! ”

Looking at Flynn, whose face was full of red light and seemed to be full of hope, the shadow was silent for a moment, and after a few seconds, the high-ranking agent handed Flynn a sealed black scroll, she watched Flynn carefully hold the scroll in his hand, as if holding his entire future, she couldn't help but ask:

"Don't you even see what this mission is?"

"No, you don't!"

Flynn shook his head in vigour, reached out and brushed his hair, and said:

"Tylia has laid the groundwork for me, all I have to do is step into the tumbling fate, if I can't even do that... Then I really don't deserve her. ”

"Whatever you need me to do! I'll do it! ”

It wasn't perfect, but it was enough for the shadow, and the high-ranking agent looked at Flynn, and the moment she re-entered the shadows, she asked again in a deep voice:

"One last question..."

"Flynn, do you still hate the Great Lord? He ruined Liberty Town and killed all your friends..."

"Hate? No! ”

Captain Flynn moved his body, and he said indifferently:

"Hatred does matter, but it's nothing compared to my Delia, and I'm sure my friends would bless me if they knew it."

"Trust me, they will!"

"Bang"

The Blood Mistress gently pushed open the door to Tyrion's office, her nose wrinkled as she stepped into the darkness, and she smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

Tyrion. The Dawn Blade, the man who terrified the whole of Azeroth, the strongest man in the world, was sitting quietly in the dark, his back to the door, and the floor next to his chair was filled with all kinds of wine bottles, almost all the fine wine from all over the world, from the dragon's breath wine that was enough to intoxicate a dragon, to the dreaming fairy wine brewed by the pandaren wine fairies, and even the priceless gold that had been stored in the deep sea for more than 10,000 years. Aishara rum and many more.

In the eyes of the knowledgeable, this pile of wine bottles means a considerable fortune, which may not buy a kingdom, but it is more than enough to buy a city.

There was not a sound in the dark room, the Blood Mistress stepped over the terrible ground and walked in front of her husband, she looked at the big lord who was slumped in the chair, Tyrion's eyes were wide open, there was no trace of drunkenness in his eyes, it was natural that he was an undead, and the undead would not get drunk.

Perhaps, he was just looking for a certain feeling... Suffering? Or sadness?

"Tella is gone."

Aurelia squatted down and looked at her husband distressedly, she had never seen her husband so lost, the ice blue eyes, there was no longer even the luster of the past, sitting here was no longer the king of the dark blades who planned the world, now he was just a sad father.

The Blood Mistress stretched out her hand and held the face of the Great Lord, and she whispered:

"I'm sending her back to Draenor, she'll be there for a while, and the kid wants to say sorry to you... She regrets it, and she loves you as much as she loves her true father. ”

"But I've lost her, Aurelia."

The High Lord whispered:

"We all lost her, the child grew up, and I always had to live alone away from my parents, I knew the day would come, I thought I was ready, but no... Enzos's ploy succeeded, Aurelia, I'm miserable... I was sad, like I was pierced through the heart, pierced through the soul. ”

"I thought there was nothing to resist death, I was wrong..."

"Love, love is the sharpest sword under this starry sky, and the most desperate thing is that I was injured voluntarily..."

"I know, I know."

Aurelia leaned down and took Tyrion's head in her arms, she leaned against the body of the High Lord, she kissed Tyrion on the forehead, and she whispered:

"I know you love them very much, those children, but we should bless them, this is what parents should do, we need to bear the pain of this parting alone, but you will never be alone... I'll always be there for you, Tyrion, I'll be there for you..."

The Great Lord didn't say a word, he hugged his wife with both hands, he felt Aurelia's love greedily, he was immersed in it, he didn't look like a dead person at all.

"Don't leave me..."

"Never, don't let me go into the darkness alone..." 2k reading web