The atmosphere among the stars in the Ulduar Observatory has become extremely stagnant.
The observer looked at Tyrion blocking the road in front of him. He seemed a little confused. He didn't know the awkward relationship between Tyrion and Azeroth's civilization, nor did he know what the death believer in front of him was thinking, but he could feel it.
The threat brought by Tyrion, especially when the great lord's momentum was not unleashed, was as heavy as a mountain.
The great lord was standing there, standing in front of the information transmitter. The power of death in his body was flowing, affecting the stars and sky of the observatory. Those starlights seemed to be repelled by some kind of force.
The observatory gathered into a shining light. It may not be difficult to kill the observer in front of you, but it is meaningless to just harvest a corpse. The real significance of the observer lies in his ability to travel among the stars. This does not matter to the guardians,
It is still very important for the great lord.
If possible, Tyrion would not want to kill Algalon in front of him here.
Great Guardian Lai looked at this scene calmly. He could have intervened, but he didn't. He was waiting for another person to appear. Lai knew very well that for a guardian like Algalon who lacked perceptual thinking, it would be impossible to
Nothing is more effective than a Titan's command.
And Lai also believed that the great lord was actually waiting...
The disagreement between Algalon and Tyrion is actually not just a decision for the two of them, but also a choice for the protoss Elune. Perhaps Tyrion also wants to see how to save himself and preserve his life.
Among the world's civilizations, what choice will Elune make?
Although he has great confidence in Elune, he hopes to see the Protoss' decision with his own eyes... Just like a qualified guardian, he hopes to see Elune's growth.
And the result did not disappoint everyone who was waiting.
"Buzz"
A silver moon veil suddenly appeared among the stars in the observatory, covering the body of the observer Olgalon. This special being whose whole body was made up of starlight seemed to be communicating with the thoughts in the moon veil.
, after a moment, he took the initiative to take a step back. He used his shimmering starry perception to "look" at the great lord in front of him. Still with a trace of scrutiny and suspicion, he said softly:
"Then as you wish... I will immediately go to the stars, contact other observers who have escaped the ravages of the Burning Legion, and then wait for your news in the stars, but I doubt that in this world, these are not perfect.
Can flesh and blood creatures do what you promised..."
"The miracles this world has produced will open your eyes."
The high lord retorted, and then let go of the Ashbringer in his hand. The moment the sharp blade dissipated, the starry body of Observer Algalon also turned into a starlight and dissipated in the observatory.
The sky of pale light slowly dissipated at this moment, revealing the original appearance of the observatory.
"So, what exactly did you say to him?"
The great lord watched the starlight dissipate, and he asked from a spiritual level:
"If you can let such a cold guy act according to your words, maybe I really underestimated you..."
"That's just because you ignore the status and importance of the Pantheon in the hearts of Titan creations. Not everything must be solved by force."
Elune's light voice sounded in the great lord's mind. She seemed to be still angry because of what happened last time, but after a moment, her voice became deeper, like a sleepy child:
"Why do you doubt my choice? Tyrion..."
"I will not forget everything mortals have done for me, and I will not forget everything you have done for me... Although Algalon is willing to help me, it will not be of much help to your crazy plan.
The observer is not good at fighting, and at most he can only provide us with some useful information."
Elune's reminder made the high lord nod. He turned around and glanced at the information transmitter behind him. He reached out and picked up the platinum Norgannon disk, and then said:
"That's enough. I don't lack warriors... Go to sleep, Elune. When you wake up next time, your illness... will be cured."
The World Spirit was silent for a moment, and at the moment her consciousness dissipated, a long sigh also entered Tyrion's mind.
"I hope so."
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At the same time, in the castle of Darkblade City in the Death Realm, the little ghost Yuna, who had just returned from Stormwind City, pouted and walked in the quiet castle with an unhappy look on her face.
Unhappiness was written all over her face, and the reason was simple: she had just had a quarrel with her friend.
The red panda Lili, who is currently studying at the Federal Natural College, has to rush back to school to attend classes, but Yuna prefers that Lili accompany her to the zoo in Stormwind City. The little villain also tempted Lili to skip class, but the studious red panda was
Strictly refusing, Yuna was extremely dissatisfied.
"Study all day long, study! How can studying be as fun as teasing the hippopotamus? They are all a bunch of idiots! Forget it, I'll go play with Salandia!"
While Yuna complained angrily, she walked into Tyrion's "treasure room" with familiarity. This is where the great lord used to store some valuable trophies. Little Yuna looked around,
Like a skilled thief, he grabbed the lock of the treasure room with both hands and fiddled with it a few times. As the light shone, the magic lock was quietly opened.
The little ghost proudly stroked the crown on his head, and then ran in. This was a large warehouse. The stone walls were illuminated by crystal lamps. Under the light, neatly arranged trophies were displayed throughout the warehouse.
, all seemed to be covered with a layer of bright light.
The Skull of Gul'dan that Tyrion got when he was a death knight was carefully placed in a crystal box and placed on the stone pillar in the deepest part of the warehouse. The high lord no longer needs it, so this
Things are treated more as a kind of nostalgia for the past years.
Next to the Skull of Gul'dan, there is a crystal that shines with emerald green light. It is the Leafy Shadow, one of the Atama crystals. It is strung with a beautiful silver thread. This is the Blood Matron.
My favorite jewelry will only be taken out for decoration on important occasions.
On the weapon rack on one side, there are two one-handed warhammers with square heads and square heads. They are the sacred objects of the Dark Iron Dwarves, opponents and persuaders. It is said that they are the pride of the most powerful forging master in the history of the Dark Iron Dwarves.
It was originally Dornan's weapon, and it was also the first birthday gift given to Dornan by the great lord. Dornan would often come to wipe it, and little Yuna was not allowed to move around.
Next to the warhammer is a thick magical book, which is the "Book of Medivh". The actual value of this thing is not high, but for a while, this book was carried by the great lord, and it was probably also a book.
A remembrance of the past.
The largest collection in the warehouse is the treasure of the Raven Empire from Tongtian Peak, the complete "Breath of Rukhmar" unearthed from the ancient tomb. The great lord once used this ancient energy weapon to kill a giant beast.
Demon, and now the Dark Blade has better weapons, this ancient collection of Rukhmar's Breath has also been placed in his warehouse by the high lord.
These things that were carefully collected by the big lord are all things Yuna doesn't like. This little ghost has very strange tastes. She always likes to collect some strange things and takes pleasure in them. She has her own place in the castle.
room, and that room is always the messiest in the castle, with too many weird things in it.
Yuna's favorite thing to play with secretly is the crown placed on the other side of the warehouse. It's not just one crown, but many. Some of these crowns are gorgeous, some are simple, and they all come from the forgotten kings.
Gifts represent the beginning of a new era for the Dark Blade in the past. Yuna also has a crown, but she always likes to take these crowns out to show off in the market. Because of this bad habit, Yuna has been reprimanded many times by Alleria.
But this naughty kid doesn’t care!
Yuna rubbed her hands and planned to take out the purple velvet crown of King Terenas. However, when she opened the crystal cover, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a completely made of stone on the pillar next to her.
The bracelet made of emerald green crystal suddenly interested the little ghost.
She was certain that the pillar was still empty when she came last time, which meant that this bracelet was the latest one Tyrion put into the warehouse.
A smirk flashed across Yuna's face. She ran over with a smile, opened the crystal cover, picked up the green bracelet nonchalantly, put it in front of her eyes, looked at it, and then put it in her ear to listen.
She heard the wail of the soul...
There is a painful soul sealed in every crystal bead. This thing is something that no one with faith will touch, but Yuna is not afraid. She is a spirit herself. She has no fear of ghosts.
She has a natural lack of fear, and such an evil bracelet will make her look "cool"!
"Hehe, baby, it's mine!"
Yuna licked her lips, then put the bracelet on her wrist. She looked around and felt very satisfied. The little girl let out a series of cheerful laughter, then turned around and ran out of Tyrion's treasure house.
After closing the door, the lights in the treasure house dimmed at this moment, and there was a dead silence in the entire warehouse. It was not until nearly 10 minutes later that two dim shadows appeared in the deepest shadows of the treasure house.
They seemed to have been there all along, watching Yuna's actions.
"The little fool really took that thing away... or Tyrion understands her."
"Well, it's best to guess a child's mind, especially a little fool like Yuna who has a confused mind... Now all we have to do is wait. Let's see who is cunning and evil-minded.
Mother of Holy Light, when will you take the bait?"
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The dark sky seemed to be a cold winter day, and Velen looked at the dilapidated city around him with a blank expression.
It seemed that a terrible war had just occurred here. The warm city in his memory had been turned into ruins. The acrid smoke of gunpowder was floating on the ruins, and the compatriots who were suffering in the hell of the war...
This...this is Argus?
This is the Argus he remembers.
"Prophet, save me!"
"Save us, Lord Velen, please!"
"Save me! Velen! Save me!"
The calls came to the ears of the prophet, and the prophet couldn't help but turn around. Behind him, thousands of Eredar people who suffered in the green evil natural disaster seemed to have their bodies ignited. They were in the green
They were crying in the flames, begging the prophet to save them. There were men, women, children, and old people in those voices. They were all his people!
"Holy Light, help me!"
The old prophet couldn't bear to see the suffering of the people. He called for the power of the Holy Light, but the warm light that always lingered on his body in the past no longer responded to him at this moment, as if that power did not exist at all.
Pass.
"Holy Light!"
The prophet seemed to have a premonition of something, and a sudden sense of urgency rushed into his heart. He took tired steps and walked along the ruins, but the calling voice behind him never stopped, like a ghost haunting him.
, never stopping, until the end, the prophet is already running, he seems to want to escape from such a nightmare.
But just after he climbed over a ruin with difficulty, he saw another version of himself!
Wearing a white robe, he knelt in pain in a hell filled with steel fragments, and in his arms lay a dead Eredar... That was an Eredar who had accepted evil energy.
He has turned into a demon, but why, why does the other prophet show so much pain?
Wait...that eredar!
That's Rakesh, that's... that's his son!
"It's all your fault!"
The other prophet, who was holding his dead son in great pain, turned his head, his old face full of twisted anger and hatred, an expression that would never appear on Velen's face.
"The Holy Light can't save him! You had to make a sacrifice! But you didn't!"
"Kill him with your own hands!"
"Murderer! You killed your own son!"
He roared, and thousands of cries and howls behind him also sounded at this moment, like deafening thunder, and the frantic sound was like a hell of disaster, pulling Velen into it, and not even a trace could be seen.
of light.
"No!"
At the moment when darkness completely enveloped the world, Velen opened his eyes suddenly, panting heavily. The prophet lowered his head and looked at the purple crystal soul song hanging on his chest, which was shining faintly.
, this means... it means that he seemed to have made another prophecy while meditating.
An incredible prophecy, a prophecy about death... But is that what will happen in the future, or is it just... just a fragment of countless futures?
Velen felt that his head hurt, and just when he was about to take a rest, the voice of Grand Defender Maraad sounded outside the meditation room:
"Prophet? Are you awake?"
"It's time for us to attend the funeral of General Abidis..."
