The shield of Shattrath's defense general Tirasalan was smashed away by the halberd swung by Serent, followed closely by Luminas, whose eyes shone with vicious light, and her separated swords were like the wings of a butterfly.
In the interlaced sword light, the thunder elephant where the general was sitting was pierced through the heart. In its final scream, General Tirasalan was thrown away.
The brave Draenei held the long sword in both hands, stood up and roared. Wrapped in the holy light, he rushed towards the death lords in front of him again, but behind him, Yrel waved his war hammer without any hesitation.
He mercilessly hit General Tirasalan on the back, knocking him to the ground.
"Bang"
Yrel's hoof stepped on the draenei's chest. She held the warhammer in both hands and raised it above her head. Her eyes were filled with hatred.
"I recognize you, Tirasalan, the defense general of Karabor Temple. You and Velen betrayed us! You betrayed tens of thousands of your compatriots who died in Karabor! You left your people in the ruins to die!"
"Now, the delayed trial is here!"
The Draenei death knight's body was wrapped in extremely cold frost, and her roar made General Tirasalan turn pale. The battlefield veteran was shattered and gave up resistance completely.
The shameful memories of running away in the past filled his heart, causing him to close his eyes and wait for the judgment of death.
And just when Yrel was about to smash the hammer of revenge, a voice stopped her.
"Let him go! Yrel..."
The moment this sound rang out, the undead souls who were still fighting with the paladins all put down their weapons. Those paladins whose eyes were red from the killing and who wanted to fight back were choked by the death energy rising from the ground.
Holding their necks, they were thrown out of the battle circle in the beating of dark red light.
In the slums filled with blood and death, the exiles whose minds were controlled by the apocalypse and wreaked havoc were also completely awakened at this moment, and those annoying dark whispers retreated from their souls.
The entire battlefield fell silent at this moment. The guys who had woken up looked blankly at the blood on their hands and the brothers they had killed. They let out miserable cries, and this kind of
The cry also made the restrained Draenei paladins clenched their weapons again with hatred.
This gesture obviously angered the death lords, and they also drew their weapons. Both sides suffered losses, but no one was willing to retreat.
"I said! That's enough!"
The voice sounded again, this time more clearly. Yrel retracted her weapon unwillingly. She waved her kick and kicked General Tirasalan away. Then she turned around and saw Tai walking out of the Tianya Tavern.
Ryan.
Lord Dark Blade holds the Demonic Sword Apocalypse in his hand. This rebellious weapon suffered a failure in the previous rebellion, so it became obedient again, like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, dormant quietly, waiting for the next time.
A more deadly opportunity.
Thick death energy splashed out from Tyrion's body, but unlike the wantonness in the past, this dark red energy became obedient, like a gentle storm, dividing into strands of dark red light, entwining around Tyrion.
Their bodies are like loyal guards, guarding their master.
His face was tired, and his eyes had returned to the cold ice blue. He glanced at the battlefield around him. His loyal subordinates were covered with wounds burned by the Holy Light. Serent and Yrel still had the power of the Holy Light on their bodies.
The flames and the awakened undead souls were all gone. Obviously, in the conflict just now, the powerful death lords were not unscathed.
After all, this is Shattrath, where the Naaru are based. The Holy Light will be more lethal here. For the death knights, this is not an advantageous battlefield.
Above the slums, a thick barrier of holy light shrouded the place, blocking the possibility of the death knights leaving. Obviously, this unexpected conflict angered the owner of this place. Naruadal was there.
Use this way to express your dissatisfaction.
"Let go of the barrier, Adal."
Tyrion shouted:
"This is just an accident. The Dark Blade Knights have no intention of attacking Shattrath at this time!"
"But you have already done this. The slums suffered heavy casualties, and more than 30 loyal guards died in the battle... You are provoking the order of Shattrath, Tyrion. Blade of the Dawn, it was a mistake for me to let you in...
.Where you are, cold death follows you like a shadow!"
Adal's voice is no longer gentle and is full of oppression. The Naaru are pure holy light creatures. They lack basic emotions, but once they are angered, the wave of holy light erupted by the Naaru is equally terrifying. Maybe Tyrion
I may survive, but the death lords following him will definitely die here.
"Then what will you do?"
Tyrion said softly:
"I have already said that this was an accident. No one wanted it to happen, and I am in a very bad mood now... Adal, have you really decided to go to full-scale war with the Dark Blade Knights? In the name of Auchinton
The distance from the necropolis to here, your city will be submerged in an instant, and the draenei will have no time to support you. Even if it were you...how many people can you protect in the war?"
"No one wants to watch a war happen, but you... you must pay the price for this "accident"! Leave the magic sword in your hand... If you still have sense, you should know that this is also
For your own good!"
Adal made a request, but Tyrion shook his head:
"Thank you for your concern, Adal, but Apocalypse is unwilling to stay here... Let's do this. As long as you are here for a day, the Dark Blade Knights will not take the initiative to attack Shattrath. This is my promise and my
Are you satisfied with the "sincerity" shown in this unexpected incident?"
A few seconds later, the thick light curtain above everyone's heads dispersed, indicating that the agreement was reached. Then, under the malicious and hostile eyes of all the survivors in the slums, along the blood-stained road, under the hated "escort" of the Draenei guards.
"In ", the death knights left Shattrath, ending this bad journey.
However, compared with when they arrived, there was one more person in their team.
"Send her back to the Dark Temple...send her back in person, Lumi, and stay there until she wakes up."
Tyrion handed the unconscious person in his arms to Luminas. He stretched out his hand and gently helped Alleria smooth her long hair. This move made Luminas smile secretly, but
Before her smile faded, Tyrion's curled fingers hit her hard on the head. Lumi let out a cry of pain, and a smile appeared on Tyrion's lips, but in an instant,
Passed away and returned to its previous coldness.
He looked at Luminas seriously and whispered:
"The situation between Myra and you is different from that between Alleria and I. Lumi, I still don't agree with him staying with you as a living person... You have to understand that living people have their own rights.
troubles and desires, and you...you can't satisfy all of them..."
"Who said that! We are not rotten and disgusting zombies..."
Lumi straightened her neck and retorted in a low voice with red cheeks:
"Besides, Myra gave up her belief in the Holy Light for me, which has proven his idea! What's more, you are not qualified to criticize me, Tyrion... Your previous opinions are all wrong. The dead can be with
Peacefully coexist with your own past..."
"But the pain when waking up is still inevitable."
Tyrion glanced at her, and Luminas shook her head stubbornly. She looked at Tyrion with blood-red eyes and said seriously:
"It's just the pain of the soul. Just get used to it."
"Also, Myra said he wanted to see you, about Kael'thas's claims and his own decisions... I don't want him to become a death knight, I don't want him to become a cold corpse like me, he and I
We have already discussed it, and if possible, I would like you to transform him into Salaine... He was a genius mage before, and according to you, the transformation is very likely to be successful!"
"Are you sure that he is really willing to give everything for you? Lumi... This answer is very important. As for Sarain, let's talk about it later... Now, I want to go back to the Arak Peaks."
Tyrion ended the topic, turned to look at the southern sky, and let out a sigh of relief.
"Saurfang has encountered some difficult troubles. We must solve those troubles before meeting Velen..."
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Before the world of Draenor changed, in the middle of Talador in the center of the continent and the vast wilderness of Gorgrond, there was a deep inland ocean called Zangar Sea. It was the vast and boundless part of this small world.
part of the ocean.
There are many uninhabited islands on the Zangar Sea. When the orcs massacred the Draenei, and after Shattrath City was captured, the Draenei prophet Velen took the remaining Draenei in Na
With the help of Lu, he escaped to the Zanga Sea.
With the changes in the world, especially the silence of the elements and the world being infected by evil energy, the oceans of the entire world also changed. Zangar Sea began to lose water. Until 2 years ago, when the elements were restored, the entire Zangar Sea
The sea has become a half-ocean, half-swamp terrain, and the swampification of this area is continuing. Maybe within a few years, this ocean will disappear completely, so many exiles have begun to call this area Zangarmarsh.
The swampification of the ocean caused the tragic death of many marine creatures, and also exposed the whereabouts of the Draenei. In the center of Zangarmarsh, on a transformed island, the Draenei stronghold named Teredor,
In the past few days, we have welcomed new guests.
At that time, the alien species called dwarves, in the eyes of the tall draenei people, who generally exceeded 2 meters in height, the 1.6-meter dwarves were just like stunted children. Of course, the curious gaze of the draenei people also made them
As an envoy of the Alliance, Kurdran Wildhammer was very dissatisfied. He felt that the draenei were laughing at his height, which was a very impolite behavior in the dwarven tradition.
"But the wine of these draenei is really strong!"
Kurdran and his entourage, Alfonso Thunder, his friend who had grown up together, were sitting in the Draenei tavern, drinking happily. He had just received news from Hellfire Peninsula that the undead had completely retreated, and the base
Having been protected, Kurdran, who was ordered to find reinforcements, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Kudran, I took a walk around this island yesterday afternoon on the pretext of relaxing..."
Alfonso was already drunk, but his drunkenness did not affect the Wildhammer knight's thinking. While he secretly looked at the beating tail of the Draenei woman not far away, he said to Kurdran in Dwarf language:
"If this is all the remaining Draenei, then they have reached the edge of annihilation. There are only less than 10,000 civilians left, living scattered on the small islands around Teledor.
They relied on local fish and hunting to survive. If their engineering hadn't been so advanced, I would have thought they were living in primitive tribes."
Kurdran took a sip of wine and shook his head:
"That's not the case! Alfonso, don't be deceived by these Draenei. Although as far as we can see, there are less than 1,000 soldiers capable of fighting, but I can be sure that apart from Teledor, they have
There must be other strongholds in Draenor...otherwise it wouldn't explain why the undead didn't attack them. Obviously, they still have the power to protect themselves and even fight back!"
"But they are definitely unable to help the Alliance... Our mission has been considered a failure."
Although it has been less than 2 days since arriving in Teledor, the dwarves who are experienced in war have already seen the current situation of the draenei... As for the local situation in Teledor, Kurdran had to conclude
A disappointing conclusion.
The Draenei here are completely unable to spare the effort to support the Alliance. Even if the Alliance officially plans to stay in the world of Draenor, they will probably have to support these Draenei refugees in turn.
"Oh, Mr. Kurdran, please come with me. The prophet has just returned to Teledor and he wants to summon you."
A Draenei priest wearing a sacrificial robe quickly walked up to the drunken dwarves. She frowned and glanced at the two drunken dwarves, and said in a very unskilled common language:
"Do the guests need to take a rest first?"
"Little girl, don't worry!"
Kurdran laughed and stood up, drank the last sip of wine, wiped his beard stained by wine, patted his chest and said:
"This bit of wine has completely affected Old Kurdran. Lead the way. Let's go see your prophet first..."
