Enter World of Warcraft with Dark Skills

Chapter 76 Love and Smoke
"Ah! Why this time?"

"A lot of people are watching us, and some don't want us to go to Grim Batol."

Tyran Fording held Jaina in his arms and kissed her red lips. In the past, Jaina always took the initiative to ask for kisses. Jaina closed her eyes excitedly.

Most girls mature earlier than boys. They are also often bolder than boys. A milky scent from Jaina entered Taelan Fording's nose.

Taelan Fording knew that only the person whose body he liked could smell the other person's body fragrance. Jaina rarely used perfume or fragrance.

The long passionate kiss made her a little breathless. Perhaps it was too familiar. She was not shy. She just closed her eyes and enjoyed the process.

Taelan Fordring ended a wonderful experience. He put his lips close to Jaina's cute little ear.

Because of the different levels of power in the world, they looked like a young couple in terms of height. Taelan Fording was taller. But he didn't have a beard yet, so they looked so young. There was still a long time, and the future was uncertain.

Tyran Fording said lightly: "Janna, I have to say goodbye to you."

"I don't know how this mission will end."

"Maybe facing Deathwing after all. If, and I mean if, I don't come back."

"You have to live well. There is still a lot of time and you are still young. When the time comes, you have to forget me and bravely pursue your own happiness."

"Goodbye, my little angel!"

As long as the Bronze Dragon King doesn't make a move, he has a good chance. But who can guarantee what will happen in the future?

These words shook Jaina's confidence, which was built on Tyran Fordring's powerful strength.

Yes, Krasus said that it was the most powerful dragon, the Black Dragon King.

Although the master did not say how powerful it was, he knew that his friend was trapped, and he himself was also a powerful wizard. But he did not save him, but let a student complete the task.

When Antonidas announced that Tyran and Rhonin were to carry out this mission, the expressions of relief on the faces of the leaders were a bit frightening now.

As expected, she was still too young, blinded by vanity, and immersed in the sense of security brought to her by Tyran Fordring's powerful legion domain.

But there was no Knights of the Silver Hand for him to command, and the only move he could rely on was the Emperor's Fall that had been deliberately "strengthened".

Tyran Fordring looked at Jaina's worried expression and said, "Don't worry too much. Although Deathwing is stronger than me, I don't need to fight him to death. After all, our target is not him, and we still have the ability to protect ourselves."

At this point, he suddenly said, "I have an invincible hearthstone." Jaina was amused by this old joke of Tyran Fordring. He actually took Jaina to ask the owner of the Hero's House Inn in Dalaran:

"Boss, give me the Hearthstone!"

The boss was confused! What the hell is Hearthstone? Why haven’t I heard of it?

Tailan's worries were not without reason. Although the adventure in Light's Hope Chapel allowed him to reach level 30 ahead of schedule and unlock the ultimate skill.

The effect of powerful fanaticism in this world is called super-level. It belongs to a certain field and is the manifestation of promotion to high-level legend.

But he knew that he was not a domain legend. The real domain was more domineering than this. It was often manifested in the mastery of a certain force in the world. For example, the Red Dragon Queen mastered the force of life, and Neltharion mastered the force of the earth.

It's just that the bloodline of Nephalem is the mastery of the world's power, which is very similar to that field. But that is an external force. It is not a qualitative change of his own body. He has not mastered any kind of force.

His strength is all due to the blessing brought by the holy armor and the Diablo skill system. In this mission, he only got the support of the blue dragon army and the green dragon army, and the bronze dragon chose to stand aside. The red dragon army has been shattered. Without the support of the bronze dragon's power of time, Tyran Fordring still doesn't know how to survive the first wave of direct attacks from Deathwing.

There are no chosen ones in this world, only heroes who keep fighting. There are no legendary stories, but someone has to do it.

Taelan Fording still remembered the letter he picked up from under the water of the Sador Bridge. It was from Sully Baru, an ordinary name, and a loving letter.

At that time, he rode his own broken horse from Thandor to Southshore Town and then to Ironforge, reading the letter along the way.

He still remembers some of the sentences: "Sarah, my love for you is eternal. It binds me like an invisible rope, and nothing can untie it... I am grateful to the Holy Light and to you. We spent so many wonderful days together, but I had to give it all up.

I have no complaints about my sacred mission… If there is a breeze on your cheek, it is my breath.”

For today's peace, countless people have sacrificed their precious lives. We have no right to stop, nor are we qualified to forgive for others.

The remaining road, even if it is difficult, must be walked on. Get rid of those orcs as soon as possible, so that there will be fewer Sully Baru in this world and more ordinary cooking smoke.

When he absorbed Anser's power, he felt deeply uneasy. It was a power far beyond his imagination.

He still remembers the time when his consciousness began to blur. Before he could master a stronger power, he would not absorb Anser's power anymore.

Taelan Fordring let go of Jaina and wiped away a tear from her cheek.

"I don't want to say anything noble or anything like that, but I have reasons to go.

The orcish dragon riders once again threaten the security of the Alliance, the war at the Sador Bridge breaks out again, and the entire country is in turmoil.

At the same time, that being had given too much to this world. She shouldn't be treated like that, even one minute longer would be a betrayal to her.

She has always protected us, now it is our turn to protect her."

"Goodbye, dear! Don't cry. It won't look good if you cry."

Tyran Fording said nothing more. He summoned his warhorse, turned the horse's head, and sped away.

At the end of the road, he looked back and waved goodbye. The lights of Dalaran were bright at night, and only the sound of horses' hooves fading away remained.

Jaina covered her mouth to stop herself from crying. Then she whispered, "I will wait for you to come back, forever. You are a paladin, and a paladin never fails."

There seemed to be ripples in the void, with a hint of hot wind and yellow sand. A child's voice whispered, "Sadness exists in another way.

Everything is different, but it's still the same. Are we wrong? The future seems to be buried by the flying yellow sand. We have lost the ability to see the future.

The power coming from my future self is getting weaker and weaker. And I am alone, and that has never changed. "

In a tall palace, a huge human figure with runes carved all over his body was imprisoned by heavy chains.

Even without the chains, he would not be able to control even a single finger, and his soul would be in eternal torment!
"That's not what you said at the beginning! You broke your oath!"

"Now, I am like a clown. Everyone is just a clown in the eyes of others, but I have no way out. Since she escaped this time, let's change another one. First, I have to see if I can master your power."

　Have a nice weekend! There are no weekends to rest in Penglai.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)