"Palladia, what are you laughing at?"

Seeing that the sleeping partner next to him suddenly let out a hearty laugh, the blonde and blue-eyed female elf shook his shoulder and asked strangely. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Nothing, Sylvanas. I just found a student, a special student. ”

Reaching out and hugging the shoulder of the lover next to her, Palladia's face smiled extraordinarily brightly. It had been a long time since Sylvanas had seen that smile. Since their victory over the Scourge Legion, his proud human student Obor Vortagen has volunteered to take on the burden and don the Lich King's helmet. He hadn't laughed like that before.

"Student, is it a human race? or is it some other race. It's strange that I've been with you lately, and I haven't seen you communicate with anyone. Or what did you do behind my back?"

Sylvanas, who has not turned into an undead, is beautiful and incomparable, and even this coquettishness is enough to make people's hearts sway. However, for her attitude, Palladia just smiled slightly and took her into her arms.

"I met him in a dream. A very pure child may be able to show the greatness of the Light more than any of us. Of course, that should be a long time later. ”

"You'll see, dear. Time isn't an issue for us, is it?"

With the same smile, the two elves snuggled up to each other and entered the dream again. And at this time, in another world. Hiko, however, was enjoying the thrill of waking up from a dream. Being slapped in the face, the hot sting keeps telling you that this is the pleasure of reality.

If it is changed to another person, the urine of the Nord people, this is definitely a rhythm that can go up and fight hard. But it was his father who slapped him, so even if there was a big grievance in his stomach, Yan could only hold back stubbornly. Of course, the verbal conquest must be indispensable.

"Daddy, what are you going to do. Slap me to death, hello eloped with Aunt Martha on the docks. ”

"Come, stick your head out. I'll give you another sober up!"

The smile on the one-armed father's face is very kind, but Hiko is kicked in the brain by a donkey, and he won't really stretch his face over and let him add a permanent vertigo buff. So at this time, he decisively coaxed.

"I didn't wake up and I was talking nonsense. So, please do not hear anything. ”

And looking at his son's cowardice, the one-armed father stroked his beard with a pensive face, and only said to him seriously after a while.

"You know, if it weren't for the fact that you look so much like me, I wonder if I made the mistake when I brought you back!"

The father and son stared at each other for a long time before finally turning the topic on the right track.

"Tell me, what just happened. Why did I feel a strange wave of power, like a wave of magic? What are you messing around again, stinky boy?"

I read the notes my mother left behind, and I realized new power from them. I'll name it the Holy Light!"

Closing the metal-shell note under his hand, Hiko looked indifferent. It's like telling his old man that he can comprehend the peerless magic by just yawning casually. And for such a shameless performance, the only thing the one-armed dad did was to slap the back of the head.

"Are you done dreaming? When you're done, wake up quickly. ”

"Daddy, I'm telling the truth. Holding his palms high, he tried his best to squeeze the strength he had just learned, as if he was constipated. Yan was extremely eager to show what he had just learned to open the eyes of his old man. But even if he squeezed out all the contents of his intestines, he couldn't come up with the slightest evidence.

On the contrary, it has become the best embodiment of his wishful thinking and daydreaming. And for this kind of performance, the one-armed dad has his own most unique way of education.

Picking up his arms, which were stronger than iron pillars, and spreading his palms wider than the bear's claws, Daddy's big hand slapped the back of Hiko's head like a pig iron ingot. Suddenly, Venus began to appear in Hiko's eyes, and he himself fell to the ground in a daze.

In this way, Daddy told him the harsh reality that your power is worthless. And as a guy who was just sick, Hiko quickly lost consciousness under this level of domestic violence and fell into a deep sleep again.

"Oh no, I forgot that the stinky boy is not in good health, and his hands are a little heavy!"

Seeing that he had fainted the child again, the one-armed father reached out and grabbed his hair, showing a look of chagrin. However, it is not that I am annoyed by my domestic violence, but that I am annoyed that I have been heavily attacked this time. And after being annoyed, he directly led his son, who looked like a bean sprout compared to him, and threw him on the bed in the corner.

Nord people have always given priority to their own children, and it is always more practical and convenient to do it than to use their mouths. This can not only strengthen the authority of parents, but also exercise the child's body and strengthen the child's ability to resist blows. It can be said that killing two birds with one stone, so there is hardly that Nord family is an exception. In some cases, the Nords even compare who is louder when their children are beaten. For many growing Nord children, this is definitely a bitter past of a handful of snot and tears.

And although it is a single-parent family, the one-armed father has obviously inherited this glorious tradition. And seriously, he's a little more brutal. After all, he is a well-known and powerful warrior, and the one-armed father, whether it is the angle of his hand or the degree of strength, is not comparable to the average father, so the degree to which Yan is trained is not comparable to that of ordinary children. After a long time, both sides got used to it.

Like now, after pumping the child over. Daddy just threw it away, and then picked up the things on the ground without even looking at it. But when he lowered his body, he couldn't help but frown violently. Ice-blue flames like flowing water surged from his body, and then suddenly flowed down like a pouring lake.

The hard floor tiles suddenly sank, and a little smoke and dust burst out. The flames slammed into a flat shape as if pressed by an invisible hand. All of a sudden, the whole circle around Daddy suddenly became depressed, as if it had sunk into water.

And in this strange realm, a faint light of a little spark suddenly appeared. Like a flame about to disappear, it beat hard under the pressure of Daddy's arrogance. It was as if it was going to be extinguished in the next moment. But it's just a look. Its tenacity is beyond Daddy's imagination, no matter how oppressive this arrogance is, it is just beating half-dead, and it will never disappear.

This peculiar appearance made Daddy's brows furrow deeper and deeper, and later, he directly stretched out his hand and received the spark in the palm of his hand.

The ice-blue aura became deeper in the palm of Daddy's hand, almost a thick black ink. And even in such an inky color, the starry light struggled for a long time before it was extinguished.

And this is really a bit incredible for Dad. His own strength is well known, and he can still survive under this level of heavy pressure, and in terms of purity alone, it has already surpassed the strength that many races are born with. Even those mages and warriors who have been cultivating since childhood may find it difficult to have such pure power. So at this time, Dad couldn't help but talk to himself.

"It's weird. There is no breath of magic, and it feels a bit like the divine power of the Mother of Life and the Dragon of the Sun. Could it be that the stinky boy was favored by some god? No, except for the Mother Goddess, there is no god who can reach into this ice field. Is it really like what the stinky boy said?"

I couldn't help but pat my forehead, and the questions and surprises in my father's mind were simply exploding. He now has almost all the labels on his head, "How is this possible!".

Logically speaking, this is of course impossible. But even with my father's well-informed, I am afraid that there would be such a magical thing as information exchange. This is Hiko's own adventure, and no one can guess the reason unless he is willing to say it. But will he say it? Or can he say it now?

Glancing at his son, who was sleeping like a pig, Daddy had obviously given up on the intention of pursuing it. Instead, he began to pack up the things on the ground, and as he put together the relics that belonged to his deceased wife, one by one, his piercing eyes became difficult to fathom. At this time, no one could tell what the man's expression was like from behind the thick beard. But just from the silent atmosphere, I am afraid that I can see what kind of thoughts he has in his heart.

He flipped open the pendant with his rough palm, staring at the beautiful woman with long black hair as dark as the night sky with eyes as deep as a lake, and only after a while did he open his dry mouth.

"Audrey, the child has grown up, he has learned a lot. Although he will not be able to learn from you, rest assured, I will educate him to be a qualified warrior. When he grows up, I'll let him get you back what you deserve. And by that time, Audrey. I will go to the dreams of the Eternal Dead again to find a chance to reunite with you. ”

The woman in the pendant was smiling all the time, unable to respond to the man. But she didn't need any response, because as early as more than ten years ago, this one-armed resolute man had already made a decision.

The fire in the fire pit was still burning, and after packing up all his things, the man walked out silently. Soon, there was another clanging sound outside. And at this time, the dead pig-like boy lying on the bed muttered and muttered to himself.

"Bastard Daddy, is the guy in your dream really you?"