The Death Raven landed on the upper platform of Shattrath, causing many people to exclaim.
Most of the exiles had never seen such a huge beast. The arakkoa exiles were chirping and introducing the power of the death raven to the people around them. However, when Tyrion and Yrel jumped down from the raven,
After that, all the discussion stopped at this moment.
Everyone knows these two death knights, and most importantly, no one likes them.
But this time, Shattrath's Draenei Guards learned their lesson. When the Death Knight arrived, they specially arranged for many paladins to "escort" them throughout the journey, and finally no big trouble occurred.
When Tyrion and Yrel walked into Naruadal's hall, opposite and to the side of them, members of different forces also walked into the hall.
As soon as the three parties met, the atmosphere instantly turned bad.
"bass"
Danath Trollbane, who had just entered the hall, pulled out the battle ax from behind with his backhand, but the moment he rushed towards Tyrion, the heavy power of the Holy Light imprisoned the human general in place.
"Disgusting dead man!"
Danas struggled to break free, so he cursed, but Tyrion didn't seem to hear the insult at all. He just looked at the group of people in front of him with interest.
Probably to show respect, the commanders of the Alliance's advance army gathered here, including Danath Trollbane, Archmage Khadgar, Kurdran Wildhammer, and the paladin Turalyon in robes.
There is one missing Alleria. That lady is currently training in the Black Temple. She has not yet recovered from the previous encounter.
"Khadgar!"
Tyrion said in a hollow voice:
"Didn't Mr. Medivh ask you to do something?"
The death knight narrowed his eyes. He took out a black soul stone from the storage ring, put it on the tip of his finger and tapped it. Mr. Nielas Ellan's screams came from the soul stone, making everyone in front of him
The faces of the group changed drastically. Tyrion looked at the silent Archmage and whispered:
"For example, retrieving his dear father's soul or something like that..."
Faced with this provocation, the Archmage clenched his fists, but in the end, he did not get angry on the spot. As a mature mage, Khadgar knew what was most important now.
And just as Tyrion was greeting the alliance commanders, behind him, the death knight Yrel also saw people coming from the opposite side.
The prophet of the Draenei, the leader of the exile race, wears a white robe and holds the staff of redemption. Every step he takes, the old Draenei, Velen, will be radiated with the light of the Holy Light.
When Yrel saw Velen, Velen also saw Yrel, who was wearing heavy black armor, with dark red eyes, and his whole body was wrapped with death energy. The old prophet's eyes widened at this moment, and his
My breathing was a little erratic, and my walking speed was a little faster.
Obviously, he also recognized Yrel.
"Yriel, my child..."
Viren looked at Yrel's cursed posture at this time, undisguised pain flashed in his eyes, his fingers clenched the staff tightly, and even the black rosary in his hand was tightly grasped.
"My poor child, what kind of nightmare have you experienced?"
Velen's voice was sad, and Yrel could be sure that it was not a disguise of weakness. Velen had always been so compassionate, but the anger and hatred that had been suppressed for ten years in his heart when he saw Velen,
It erupted like an erupting volcano.
"Stop! Prophet!"
Yrel raised her hand, and dark red light danced on her fingertips. She looked at Velen in front of her, and she whispered:
"Don't come any closer...or I won't be able to help but smash the weapon into your hypocritical face!"
"Nightmares? I have indeed experienced many nightmares. In the 10 years since you abandoned us and left the people to die in the Temple of Karabor, I would experience that nightmare every night. Those orcs slaughtered our people wantonly.
They polluted the temple of Karabor, and those children, my people, were left to die in the dark ruins... Do you know what I remember most?"
The red light in Yirel's eyes beat more and more violently. She took a step forward, clenched her fists, and said almost word by word from between her teeth:
"I will never forget the sight of you escaping from the Temple of Karabor surrounded by defensive officers! There were nearly ten thousand people behind you whose lives were unknown, but you left so resolutely...I will never forget it! Velen, I
Your betrayal of the people will never be forgotten!"
"coward!"
Yrel's hateful voice was like a whip filled with thorns, lashing hard at Velen's heart, making the old prophet look pale, as if he had returned to the day when the Karabor Temple fell 10 years ago.
Under the contempt in your eyes, he took two steps back, and his originally strong spirit became sluggish, as if his will had been defeated.
Yrel pointed his finger at all the Draenei in front of him.
"Every one of you is a coward!"
The old prophet's straight back became rickety. This was probably the first time that he was questioned like this by a dead person, but this did not mean that he had a clear conscience. And it was not just him, but Delai who followed Velen.
No one dared to look directly into Yrel's eyes.
The deceased's anxious eyes made them feel ashamed.
The commanders of the Alliance advance army did not know the internal affairs of the Draenei, but this did not prevent them from watching everything in front of them, especially the dwarf Kurdran, whose narrowed eyes flashed with interest from time to time.
All I had to do was grab a bottle of wine and sit down to watch the show.
Of course, this meeting was very important, so hatred could not be allowed to spread like this. Adal's gentle voice sounded in everyone's hearts, breaking this awkward confrontation.
"Everyone who has come from afar, don't waste your time on unnecessary disputes. I believe that you are here because of peace. In this case, why not put down the barriers and talk about peace first?
"
Tyrion ignored Naaru's mediation. He looked back at his subordinates. Yrel's body was trembling. Obviously, her current emotions were out of control. Therefore, for the dead, being too emotional is not
A good thing...
"Need a break? Yrel?"
Tyrion's voice reached Yrel's ears, and the topic they had talked about on the Death Raven resounded in Yrel's mind again. He looked at the prophet Velen he hated and his rickety figure.
Body, looking at his defeated will and spirit, Yrel felt a hint of pleasure, but as Tyrion said, after the pleasure disappeared, endless emptiness swept through her heart.
Did she come back from the dead just for this scene?
Did she come here just to see Viren's gray face?
Is her future destined to be entangled with everything in front of her?
No! That's not the case...
"It's over!"
Yrel trembled and forced herself to calm down. She took a deep look at Velen, as if she wanted to imprint his posture in her mind. Finally, she took a step back and stood behind Tyrion,
She said softly:
"It's over, Viren, there is no longer a relationship between us. I once served the Holy Light and regarded the Holy Light as the meaning of my life, but now... I am free, that's all."
"The bodies of all the victims are stored in the Temple of Karabor. If you really want to repent and say sorry to your people..."
Tyrion looked at the Draenei prophet in front of him and said calmly:
"The door to the Dark Temple is open for you at any time."
"This is an internal draenei matter!"
A voice sounded behind Velen. It was a tall Draenei guard wearing golden armor embellished with gems and carrying a purple crystal warhammer. He stared at Tyrion and said in a deep voice:
"Because of your bad reputation, we will soon send people to the ruins of Karabor Temple to take our people back to where they belong!"
"Oh, it seems you are very dissatisfied with me, Draenei."
Tyrion looked at the defense officer in front of him and said without giving in:
"You think I've taken over your territory? The temple of Karabor? The ruins of Oakington? Do you think I've done something wrong? Played with corpses? Played with souls?"
"Isn't it?"
The tall draenei seemed to be irritated, and he shouted loudly:
"The temple and Auchindoun are territories lost due to our defeat. You occupy them and we will not be hostile to you, but you resurrect the dead to fight for your selfish desires! You have blasphemed them!"
"You made a mistake!"
Yrel behind Tyrion said coldly:
"Maraad Defender, you have made a mistake... It is not mandatory for the Dark Blade Knights to resurrect the undead. If a soul is unwilling to respond to the call, we cannot resurrect it. The Dark Blade Knights'
The reason why all Draenei death knights exist is because they are unwilling to give up even after death!"
"They are unwilling to give up their hometown and die quietly. All undead souls have obsessions. It is not that we have desecrated their existence, but that we have responded to their requests! They are reborn and
A request to fight!”
There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of Yrel's mouth, and she stared at the tall defensive officer in front of her:
"You might as well take a guess, Mr. Maraad, what is the biggest obsession of those draenei and our dead compatriots?"
"You will never hear that sound, the sound of a people coming together, every soul crying out for vengeance, the humiliation and pain of seeing Shattrath City fall and they will not rest in peace! They will fight! They will
Fight back instead of running away!"
Yirel smiled and said softly:
"If you living beings can't protect all this, then undead souls like us don't mind doing it ourselves..."
The defensive officer who choked at this sentence could not refute. He clenched his fists, but in the end, he could only take a step back and stopped speaking. Yrel did not lie to him, and there was no need to lie to him.
"Okay, everyone, don't waste too much time on these meaningless things!"
Tyrion spread his hands, attracting everyone's attention. He looked at Prophet Velen and said softly:
"Mr. Willen, before I came to this world, I never heard your name. From those unwilling dead souls, they chanted your greatness and kindness to me. I came here today, not
Those of you who have declared war on the draenei, your remaining population is not worthy of my going to war."
Tyrion's eyes narrowed:
"Teledor and the draenei of Storm Keep can rest easy. Peace has come to the undead and you, but it does not come without a price!"
"How do you know about Storm Keep?"
Velen had just recovered from the blow by Yrel when he heard a word from Tyrion's mouth that made him frown. The prophet stared at the death knight in front of him, and on the fingertips of his staff, he
, the scorching holy light beats endlessly.
The existence of Storm Fortress is the top secret of the Draenei. Even among the Draenei group, only a few people know its name and location. The prophet glanced at Yrel, but quickly rejected it.
own thoughts.
Yrel was born in Ambori Village in Shadowmoon Valley, and she died in battle 10 years ago. There is no way she knew the existence of Storm Fortress!
"It doesn't matter where I got the news."
Tyrion calmly looked at Velen who was on alert. The old prophet in front of him was like the incarnation of the Holy Light. The huge energy of Holy Light was concentrated in his old body. Tyrion had no doubt that if he was completely angered,
Without Velen, this pacifist may only need a burst of energy to completely purify his existence.
Prophet Velen is definitely one of the most powerful mortals Tyrion has ever seen since his birth!
But he was not afraid. He knew very well that in most cases, this powerful prophet was harmless. Therefore, in the eyes of the prophet full of suspicion, Tyrion said in a low voice without changing his face:
"I want to make a deal with you, Prophet."
"Use the draenei's precious peace as a bargaining chip!
"I can even guide you to an ideal new world... Please believe me, I have already helped those orcs once, and both of us were very... "satisfied" with that transaction."
