The Alliance forward base survived the attack just moments before it was breached.
Looking at the undead retreating like a tide, the exhausted General Danas sat down on the ground. While breathing heavily, his eyes were full of doubts.
"Obviously, if we just hold on a little longer, we will be completely submerged. These undead...are they, are they kidding us?"
The war-experienced general was puzzled by this problem, but this did not prevent him from seizing every moment to rest. The priests and the remaining paladins were anxiously searching for and healing the wounded, and a moment later, the archmage looked exhausted.
Khadega walked quickly to General Danas, with an undisguised joy on his face.
"Turalyon sent back a message. With Alleria's help, he has arrived at the city called "Shattrath". According to him, there is a "holy" existence there who is willing to help.
us."
"it?"
Danas' eyes widened: "What do you mean? Is that existence a beast? Or some kind of monster we haven't seen before?"
"Well"
Khadgar recalled the communication just now, and he said with some uncertainty:
"It is a magical creature called Naaru. It is said to be a great being composed of pure holy light... There is no description of this creature in the classics of Dalaran and Karazhan, but it is certain
Yes, there is definitely no such thing in Azeroth."
As he spoke, the Archmage raised his head and looked at the undead who had retreated to the edge of the battlefield. He said softly:
"Perhaps, these undead retreated because the Naaru named Adal came to help."
The two commanders at the advancing base did not know that the aloof and beautiful ranger commander Alleria had saved their lives invisibly. In fact, if Luminas knew, Alleria had already been in 2
If she had gone to Talador and camped there a few days ago, she would never have stopped attacking.
However, due to a combination of circumstances, the Allied Expeditionary Force, which suffered heavy losses, finally managed to survive again, and this accident also indirectly contributed to the beginning of another incident.
Time goes back to 2 hours ago, when Turalyon, escorted by the rangers, had just arrived in Shattrath City in Talador.
Although he is one of the first five knights of the Silver Hand, Turalyon is still essentially a kind-hearted priest. He abides by the precepts of the Church of the Holy Light, lives a life like an ascetic, and enjoys it.
His sincerity in faith is also well-known throughout the Knights. His friends Uther and Fordring admired Turalyon's sincerity. However, at the end of the Orc War, Turalyon was killed by the death knight Tyrion.
After a sneak attack and a near-death encounter, the paladin would occasionally experience twitching and convulsions.
In fact, even Turalyon and another person involved, Mathias Shaw, didn't know how they survived, but apart from the occasional headache and body spasms, he didn't feel much.
Something's wrong.
From this point of view, Tula's perseverance and the blessing of the Holy Light on him are equally amazing. He can still fight on horseback like an ordinary Paladin, and even join the Sons of Lothar on an expedition to another world.
It is precisely because of this characteristic that when Turalyon stepped into the outer ruins of Shattrath City, he immediately felt the holy light entrenched in the center of the city.
"So pure, so bright."
The Paladin looked at the empty sky in front of him and murmured to himself: "Sure enough, my hunch is correct. This place will become the new holy land of the Holy Light Faith!"
"No, it's already a holy place!"
After speaking, he quickly moved forward and entered the ruins in front of him. The rangers responsible for protecting Turalyon looked at the sky in confusion. They saw nothing except the dim sun.
When Turalyon led the rangers through the outer ruins destroyed by the war and truly entered the city, the rangers were stunned by the scenery in front of them. The ruins were like a complete city, with activities everywhere.
life.
There were draenei they had never seen before, rude and savage orcs they had seen, some Broken ones hiding in tents, looking around in fear, and some tall cannibals with soft faces.
Demons, and fallen arakkoa calling to the birds, or hiding in corners and whispering.
This is like a life exhibition in the world of Draenor. You can find exiles from various races here, and even some plant-like life forms, those with flowers or big mushrooms on their heads.
"General, something is not right with this city."
Seeing the two ogres walking past them, the red-skinned ogre turned his head and showed a "friendly" smile to the elf ranger. This terrifying smile made ranger Cassel Brightwing immediately tighten his grip.
Taking off the bow and arrow in his hand, he whispered to Turalyon beside him:
"The people here are...somewhat too peaceful. There's something wrong! The outside world has been almost taken over by the undead, and they can still maintain such peace here...General, we should leave here immediately!"
"No, Castle, that's not the case."
Although he felt the inspiration of the Holy Light becoming more and more clear, Turalyon still did not lose his mind. He was also observing the city vigilantly, but General Paladin expressed his opposition to Cashel's hostility.
"That's not the case, look! There, look, there are priests who also use the Holy Light!"
Following Turalyon's finger, the Elf Ranger saw a Draenei woman wearing a white robe and carrying a staff. She was carrying a basket of fruit and distributing food to the children around her.
There is a familiar golden light on the top of the staff behind the Lenny woman, which is warm and symbolizes the power of light.
Turalyon stretched out his hand, and a ball of holy light beat in the palm of his hand. The vibration of this power immediately attracted the attention of the draenei. She raised her head, looked around, and found Turalyon and those in the crowd.
Ranger, she did not come over, but smiled at them kindly and continued to do her own thing.
"There is an organization that maintains the operation of this city, Kassel. The tranquility of the city is not just the function of the Holy Light."
Turalyon said to the ranger captain seriously:
"I know that the elves are extremely vigilant about their belief in the Holy Light. I will not interfere with your freedom of belief, but I hope you will not view the Holy Light with malice. No matter what, it belongs to light and justice.
strength."
Facing Turalyon's persuasion, Kassel had a straight face. He was unwilling to discuss the belief in the Holy Light with Turalyon here, but the facts proved Turalyon's statement that the quietness of this ruined city was not caused by
The result of brainwashing by the Holy Light.
So he could only respond dryly:
"Well, I agree with you, General, but I reserve my own opinion. I still think we shouldn't stay here too long."
"Of course, my friend."
Turalyon nodded: "Our comrades are being threatened by the undead. I'm here to ask for help. My actions will not be interfered with by faith. Trust me!"
After saying that, Turalyon strode towards the center of the city, with Castle and the rangers following closely behind him.
When the Paladin approached the only hall in the city that was still intact from the previous war, the group was stopped by several tall draenei wearing armor. The two sides did not understand the language and could not communicate, and when they saw
Behind Kassel's pointed ears, the Draenei's face showed a trace of undisguised disgust and hostility.
If Turalyon hadn't been a user of the power of the Holy Light like them, I'm afraid these draenei would have driven Cashel and his party out of the city.
"It seems they don't welcome us, General."
Faced with the threat of the Draenei, Kassel tightened the hilt of the sword at his waist without fear, and whispered to Turalyon:
"We may need a translator."
Turalyon, who tried to communicate in sign language, also suffered a failure. His face was a little depressed. He could feel that the power that had been summoning him since entering Draenor was behind this wall, but now he was surrounded by these people.
Blocked, and the advancing base was in danger, for a while, even the great knight with a good temper became a little anxious.
He winked at Kassel and took a step back, seemingly giving up. This made the Draenei breathe a sigh of relief, but the next moment, Turalyon suddenly pulled out the shield behind him, knocking the Draenei in front of him.
Slapping it on the ground, Kassel and the rangers also drew their weapons, chopped down the draenei in front of them, and rushed into the hall behind them with Turalyon surrounded.
Of course, in order to prevent greater trouble, they used the back of the knife.
A group of people rushed into the hall, with the Draenei guards chasing behind them. Turalyon and the rangers raised their heads and saw the most shocking scene in their lives.
It was a mysterious creature suspended in mid-air.
It does not have a body in the traditional sense, but is composed of mysterious geometric patterns that exude holy light, and those runes are the runes of the Holy Light Magic that have been passed down from ancient times to the present day by the Holy Light Church in Azeroth. They are almost
It is the originator of the power of the Paladin in Azeroth, and now, these runes are just a component of the holy creature in front of you.
The radiating pattern slowly rotates around the main torso. Every time it turns a scale, a pleasant sound is transmitted into the surrounding space. Between the scattered sounds, light feathers appear everywhere, just like the most perfect song.
Same as the hymn.
The closer you get to it, the more you can feel the touch of the holy light, which is like a substance. People can't help but want to put down their weapons and find the peace of the soul under this gentle guidance.
This mysterious creature is almost like the physical embodiment of the Holy Light.
"Back off!"
A misty voice sounded in everyone's ears, and those menacing Draenei seemed to have been turned off. They stood there, gave these "intruders" a vicious look, and then left respectfully.
hall, leaving Turalyon and his party in this quiet hall.
"People from foreign lands... and the tramplers of life have the same breath..."
Turalyon's throat moved. He wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the voice. The voice was gentle, but there was a trace of undisguised scrutiny in it:
"I still can't completely believe you...but I already know what you are asking for. My companions and I protect this city and the innocent people. We cannot intervene in this war, which will only lead to more trouble."
Big war."
This obvious chewing made Turayan a little disappointed, but the next moment, the voice sounded again:
"But I feel your Holy Light, which is with the origin of all Naaru, so I cannot sit back and watch the destruction of the Paladins... I am willing to be the mediator in the war between you and the Life Trampler, I will
Be your communication bridge, but the outcome of this war... will be decided by both of you."
The twists and turns of the story made everyone in the group smile. Only Kassel Mingyi frowned. He looked at the holy and mysterious Naaru in front of him and asked in a low voice:
"Dear Mr. Naru, may I ask, who is the "life trampler" you call?"
"Oh... that is the person who suddenly appeared in this dying world more than a year ago. He wielded the power of death and formed the most powerful force in the world. He has conquered Hellfire Peninsula and Shadowmoon Valley.
, built a blasphemous necropolis of the dead in Talador, and he was using cruel war to conquer the arakkoa people in the Peaks of Arak. He cruelly drove the small number of orcs to Frostfire Ridge, the land of suffering, and exiled them.
"
"He is a cruel leader and a dark walker...but he comes from the same world as you. His name is... Tyrion. Blade of the Dawn."
This name immediately silenced everyone.
The worst premonition came true.
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At this time, Tyrion, who was far away in the Arak Peaks, captured the ruins of the Sky Summit. Tens of thousands of high-level arakkoa died under the death knight's sword. He was marching towards the Ankaraz Crow Nest, the last stronghold of the fallen arakkoa.
, and while traveling, Tyrion received two pieces of news almost at the same time.
The first one comes from Luminas.
"Tyrion, bad news... Alleria is also in the Alliance Expeditionary Force!"
Before Tyrion could react, the second news came one after another.
That was a voice that went straight into the heart of the Death Knight, giving him an instinctive disgust.
"O trample of life, I am Adal, the protector of Shattrath City. I accepted the request from your compatriots. I will serve as a mediator in your war. If you have time, you may as well come to Shattrath.
City, listen to what your compatriots have to say...I guarantee that there will be no traps for you in Shattrath City!"
"Pa"
The horse's rein in Tyrion's hand was abruptly cut off. He narrowed his eyes. After a moment, he issued a new command through the spiritual link.
"Saurfang rushed to the Arak Peaks as quickly as possible, took over my command, and continued to eliminate the last remnants of the arakkoa who resisted!"
"Luminas, Serent, go to Shattrath City to join me. The war in Hellfire Peninsula remains in a state of truce!"
The death knight turned around and looked at Yrel behind him. A glimmer of thought flashed in his eyes, and then he said softly:
"This time, you will come with me too!"
At the same time, in the forest on the edge of Talador, Alleria Windrunner also received a communication from Shattrath City.
"Yes, we found him... Tyrion, he will come to Shattrath City soon."
