Naaru, this is a mysterious creature in the universe.
According to the legends of the Draenei who first came into contact with them, these holy light creatures are the true spokespersons of the ethereal holy light, because they themselves were born in the holy light.
As early as the birth of the Draenei, they had established a mysterious connection with the Naaru. Because of this, the Draenei were almost the first race in the universe to believe in the Holy Light. Later, the Draenei began to
When they fled from their home world of Argus, they also received help from many Naaru.
Adal was one of the naaru who helped the draenei escape. When the draenei fell into the world of Draenor after thousands of years of fleeing, he was also trapped in this world.
After the orcs launched a massacre of the draenei, the naaru were also involved in the war. Although these holy light creatures hated fighting, when the protected draenei were in danger, the naaru still came to help.
, settled the remaining draenei on the islands in the Zangar Sea, while Adal and his naaru companions guarded the ruins of Shattrath City, gathering those who became exiles during the war.
of poor people.
Turalyon is right. Although the faith of the Holy Light has certain hidden dangers of blindness and fanaticism, in the final analysis, it is a faith that represents justice and hope. If conditions permit, the Naaru who represent the Holy Light will do their best.
Do your best to help those in need.
The reason A'dar is unwilling to directly intervene with the undead and the Alliance expeditionary force is simple. It also shelters the draenei, and as far as it knows, Tyrion's death knights have been looking for the draenei in the world of Draenor.
The traces of the Neanderthals are due to everything the Dark Blade Knights did in Auchindoun. The reason why they are looking for the Draenei is probably not so just.
And even with the help of the Naaru, with the remaining power of the draenei, it will be difficult to resist the growing Dark Blade Knights head-on. Adal must protect the draenei first before he can take care of others.
The fate of the naaru has been firmly tied to that of the draenei.
The Naaru don't have much disgust with the symbolic meaning of death. All things will die, and even the Naaru cannot escape the shroud of death. It is one of the rules of the universe, but for those existences derived from death, these holy lights
The creatures are not so polite. In the past year or so, Tyrion has not tried to have Shattrath's ideas, but every time he was repelled by the refugees who swore to defend the city.
Of course, without the support of the mysterious and powerful Naaru, Shattrath City would have fallen long ago. The residents of the city did not have any good impressions of the death knights, so Tyrion led his death lords into
When he arrived in Shattrath City, what greeted him was...
"Get out!"
The tall ogre held two ferocious stone hammers in both hands. His two heads looked fiercely at the death knights in front of him, and he roared loudly:
"You are not welcome in this city! Dead people!"
This strong ogre looked very difficult to deal with. His huge size looked very intimidating, so after the ogre jumped out, many refugees followed the ogre and waved their flags. They used all kinds of weapons wantonly.
The four death knights stood there like statues and did not respond. This was regarded as cowardice by them.
The next moment, with a scream, a rotten apple was thrown at Tyrion, but the latter held it firmly in his hand.
"Bang"
Yrel, who had been extremely angry for a long time, suddenly disappeared from the spot. She did not use any weapons, but used her hooves wrapped in steel boots to kick the red ogre in the heart, knocking the big man down.
The icy coldness covered his body, and the second heavy blow of frost hit the ogre's head, causing him to faint in an instant.
"We don't say anything, and you just keep chattering!"
"You just don't know how to assess the situation, and your life is so short! What you actually mean is, "We want to disgust these death knights, and they will be afraid of us. There are many of us, and they don't dare to beat us, so we must do this!"
Yrel's cold eyes swept over the people in front of her. She stepped on the unconscious ogre's head and gestured her little finger disdainfully at the frightened refugees in front of her.
"You are just a bunch of bastards!"
"There are countless people who can only tell lies in this world, just like you! You are not worthy of our mercy! When this city is breached, we will..."
"Pa"
Tyrion put his palm on Yrel's shoulder, stopping the threat of the death knight who had complete emotions. He strolled up the "stairs" made of the red ogre's body, leaving a series of cold footprints.
, he whispered:
"Let's go, don't waste time on meaningless things..."
Yrel nodded obediently and followed Tyrion towards the Shattrath City in front of him. The aggressive refugees all moved out of the way. Luminas shook her fiery red hair.
, she quietly gave a thumbs up gesture to Yrel.
"That kick was so beautiful!"
Yirel smiled sheepishly, and Serent, who was following them, moved his wrist and whispered:
"You should think about how to deal with the boss's accountability for a while... Lumi, you are so bold. The boss has tried to wake you up again and again, but you actually plunged into that quagmire..."
"cut"
Luminas snorted, she quietly glanced at Tyrion's back, she pursed her lips and whispered:
"Then he has to solve his own troubles first before he can teach me a lesson... This time he can't escape Alleria's stalking."
"Alleria?"
When Yirel heard this name, a woman's instinct told her that there was gossip in it, so she asked in a low voice:
"Who is that?"
"That was the boss's past lover...a powerful ranger and a very troublesome opponent."
Serente answered casually, but the next moment, a coldness wrapped around his body. The strong desire to survive made Serente and Luminas immediately shut their mouths, and looked at Terry.
Ang got angry in a rare way, and Yrel did not dare to ask this question again.
A moment later, under the almost hostile "full escort" of the Draenei Guards of Shattrath City, four death knights walked into the central hall of Shattrath City. Unlike the representatives of the Alliance's advance army, in this
For many years, the Dark Blade Knights have been studying Naaru as an important enemy, so when they saw Adar's awe-inspiring existence, they did not show much respect or surprise.
In fact, in this environment rich in holy light, except for Tyrion, the bodies of the other three death lords burst out with sparks of death energy and holy light colliding, until Tyrion put an ancient
Only when Erdan's skull was thrown to his subordinates did this collision of energy instincts stop.
"Here I come, Adal."
Tyrion didn't even look at Turalyon and the elven rangers standing next to Naaru. He just raised his head and looked at the holy light creatures in front of him. He said expressionlessly:
"Mediating the war, does it mean that you and your draenei will also join this war? If this is true, I will feel very happy!"
"Tyrion!"
Before Adal could answer, Cathar Brightwing, who was standing next to Turalyon, could not restrain his inner impulse and rushed towards Tyrion like a shadow. He stretched out his hand to grab his former friend, but was blocked by Tyrion.
Ryan stretched out his hand to stop him.
Lord Death looked at Cashel in front of him. A few years ago, in the prisoner-of-war camp in the Hillsbrad Hills, Cashel was still an impulsive young man. However, after the tempering of time and war, he also changed.
Gotta mature.
Looking at those eyes filled with tears, Tyrion took a step back in silence.
"It's nice to see you again, Castle, but... we are already rivals."
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Castle lost control of his emotions and shouted: "Who would regard you as an enemy! In my heart, you will always be my captain. Come back with us, go back to Quel'Thalas, His Highness the Prince is willing to accept you again!"
We...we are also looking forward to meeting you!"
"Kael'thas?"
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Tyrion's mouth:
"This really seems like something that emotional prince would do, but unfortunately, Castle, I came to this world to fulfill my ideals, my wishes, and my promises... Quel'Thala
Si, I can't go back, that's not my home anymore."
Kassel was so excited that he wanted to say something, but he was tightly held by the arm stretched out from behind, dragging him out of the hall. Kassel struggled to turn his head and saw Serente.
A familiar face, the latter shook his head at him and whispered:
"Let's go, Castle. This occasion belongs to the boss and the Naaru. Don't you see that General Turalyon's face is already ugly? If you don't want to be regarded as a traitor when you go back, come with me..
.We brothers will catch up on old times first."
After Kassel was taken away by Selen, the somewhat chaotic scene returned to normal, and A'dal answered Tyrion's hostile questions after uttering a pleasant chant.
"No! This is just a mediation. I can't watch the Holy Light Walkers being drowned in a meaningless war. It doesn't mean that the Draenei will also join this war..."
"Then let them come!"
Adal's voice was forcibly interrupted by Tyrion. Lord Darkblade looked at Naaru in front of him and said in a deep voice:
"If the draenei want to maintain peace with us, then I need to hear these words from the leader of the draenei! Velen, let him come to Shattrath, and use this
If I get a chance, I want to have a good talk with him!"
Tyrion paused, looked back at Yrel who clenched his fists, and then said:
"And my subordinates and Mr. Willen also have something to discuss!"
This request made A'dal silent. A series of golden sparks burst out from the Naaru's body. Obviously, it was thinking about the feasibility of this request. While the Naaru was silent, Turalyon took a step forward. He had tried his best.
He restrained his hostility, but the beating anger in his eyes could not be hidden from Tyrion's eyes.
The Lord Death Knight looked at the Paladin in front of him playfully, and asked in a hoarse voice:
"Oh, long time no see, Mr. Turalyon, this time, are you going to ask me for the Holy Deed of Knight Gavin Rad? Unfortunately, I can't give it to you."
These provocative words made Turalyon clench his fists, but after a moment, he forced himself to be quiet. He looked at Tyrion and gritted his teeth and said:
"We are not here for you in Draenor, Tyrion. You can do whatever you want in this world. We are here to find the three artifacts stolen by the orcs. This has nothing to do with your death knights.
Evacuate your undead from Hellfire Peninsula!"
"Tsk, tsk, what an arrogant request."
Tyrion flicked his fingers, and his ice-blue eyes rested on the protective holy covenant on Turalyon's chest. A touch of desire and greed flashed away, and he coughed lightly and said:
"You stepped into my territory, provoked my lord, and after being defeated by a counterattack, you shamelessly asked us to withdraw our troops... Excuse me, why?"
"Furthermore, the orcs took away the artifacts of Azeroth, but do you think that with the power of the orcs in Draenor now, do they still have the qualifications to hold them?"
These words made Turalyon almost jump from the ground. A worst prediction appeared in Turalyon's heart. At the same time, a light representing conspiracy flashed in Tyrion's eyes. He spread his hands and
Bai said:
"That's right, those three things are in my hands! It's pointless for me to keep them. Since you want it so much... Then let's talk about it. What can you pay for them? The most important thing is...
