This means that he is one of the few Draenei who has fully experienced the prosperous period of Argus, witnessed the evil disaster sweeping the entire world, and fully experienced the 25,000-year escape from the stars.
Although the draenei are truly immortal, any draenei can easily live for more than 10,000 years, and some powerful draenei can even achieve immortality, but cruel wars and despair
His escape still caused many draenei to die among the stars. The number of draenei who finally followed Velen to the world of Draenor was already very small.
Among the current draenei population, 70% of the draenei are the younger generation born in the escape of the stars. They have never truly experienced the gentle wind of the world of Argus, and have not seen the irresistible scenery of the Mac'Aree Plains.
I have forgotten the prosperous scenery, nor have I experienced the fanatical scene when the gladiators won the Jedni Competition, nor have I experienced the thunderous celebration of the highest mountain range on the entire planet during the summer solstice every year.
They have not seen the terrifying scene of green evil energy pouring out from the core of the planet. They have not seen the despair of their relatives crying under the trampling of the demons. They may have experienced the sad past of fleeing for their lives in front of the demon army.
, but they have never felt the infinite loneliness when lying on the porthole of the spaceship taking off, looking at the hometown they can never go back to...
Home, for these young people, is just a vague term. Perhaps in their memories, the temperature of home is the cold cabin of the gem ship among the stars, and the taste of home is the tasteless ration meal on the ship.
The view of home is the eternal, lonely stars outside the porthole.
But no! Those are not homes!
For draenei like General Tirasalan, home always means only one thing...and that is Argus! That place they can never go back to, the place where the draenei people and their civilization were born.
It is precisely because of this pain of losing together that people like General Tirasalan would rather deviate from the guidance of the prophet and lead his companions back to the ruins of the city, fight to the death, repel the orcs who occupied the city, and then brick by brick
Wa, rebuild your city...
In times of war, this may seem meaningless, but it means everything...
They've lost it before, and they don't want to lose it again.
But even after rebuilding Shattrath City, General Tirasalan has always been lonely. The young draenei worshiped him and regarded his story as a legend, but they could not understand the heavy burden behind this general.
In the past, it was as if they could not understand the generally indifferent character of those Draenei veterans who were as old as the general...
It was a shell created by disaster and pain to cover up their scarred but still stubbornly fighting hearts.
Fortunately, the female Delaney sitting in front of General Tirasalan on the second floor of the noisy Tianya Tavern is one of the few people who can understand General Tirasalan's mind.
Vihari, she is also one of the Draenei who experienced the Argus disaster.
"Haha, I still remember when we got on the same boat and left Argus, you cried like a newbie, just lying on the porthole, tears and running water remaining, and no one else could stop you."
Vihari, who was a little tipsy from drinking, slapped the table, pointed at General Delaney opposite who was pouring a slow drink, and talked about the blurry scene in his memory, which happened 25,000 years ago.
Yes, the two of them were friends. In some years in the past, they almost became lovers, just a little bit closer.
Facing Vihari's ridicule, Thirasalan shook his head, took a sip of wine and said softly:
"We were both young at that time, and we had not yet graduated from the Makare Knight Academy. Yes, you were one level higher than me, so I had to call you senior, but so what? Still remember on the planet Shagall?
Fight? That world with three moons, where the Burning Legion is waiting, and we stepped into the trap... Who dragged you out of the trap surrounded by demons? Vihari? My senior sister,
Have you forgotten?"
"It's you! I know, I remember it very clearly."
Weihari snorted arrogantly, and this charming female Delaney brushed her white hair. She lay on the table as if she was drunk, and said sleepily:
"I still remember the scene where you were covered in blood and rushed out of the encirclement with me on your back... Tirasalan, I remember clearly, you are a hero, you are my hero, but unfortunately... you rejected me, you said
, your heart has been filled with the will of revenge, and you will not consider anything else before defeating the Legion..."
"..."
Vihari suddenly talked about the past between the two of them, which made General Thirasalan silent for a long time. With a low sob, the general's eyes fell on Vihari who was covering his face with his hands. He heard
Hearing the low questioning voice of the female guard in front of him.
"When Taimor fell, why didn't you show up? Tirasalan, I called for your voice in the ruins. I thought you would come to save me like you did before... But you didn't... You know that I am in the orcs'
What was it like in the prisoner of war camp? Do you know how many times I thought about committing suicide? It was a hell... Where were you when I fell into hell? Tell me, you are so disgusting
Disappointed man, where are you?"
"I'm going!"
General Tirasalan's eyes flashed with the deepest pain. He drank all the wine in the glass and clenched his fists:
"After repelling the orcs in Shattrath City, I went to Taimor as soon as possible. I rummaged through the ruins, searching for you among the corpses of my compatriots. I went crazy like crazy, but there was no... I
I'm sorry I couldn't find you, Vihari, I went too late."
The atmosphere between the two became tense again, and Vihari's sobbing slowly stopped. She turned her head, as if she didn't want General Thirasalan to see her embarrassment. She straightened her face slightly, and then turned to look.
Looking into Tirasalan's eyes, she put on a sarcastic expression and said:
"I know that you are doubting me. You suspect that I have joined the Burning Legion..."
"I don't!"
Tirasalan was shocked, but before he could refute, Vihari snorted:
"Come on, you little man is still as good at lying as you were 20,000 years ago... Your thoughts are written on your face. Isn't the reason why you agreed to drink with me just to find out my background?
Of course, considering that you are now a general, it is not surprising that you have such thoughts, well...since you want to know so much, then I will tell you!"
"I did join the Burning Legion! You guessed it right, the "tyrant" who has become famous among the stars in the past ten years is me! Vihari!"
Vihari's blunt confession made General Thirasalan narrow his eyes. Such a frank answer gave the general a strange idea in his heart. He looked at Vihari who was no longer young, but could vaguely see
On the cheeks of the young paladin, a strange thought arose in his heart.
Maybe, maybe the woman in front of me has a hidden agenda for joining the Burning Legion?
"I killed many people, many kind people, and I led demons to destroy many weak worlds and turned those worlds into a wasteland."
While Weihari was drinking wine, she looked at Thirasalan in front of her and said sarcastically:
"What? Why don't you, a great paladin like you, come to purify me, this evil heretic? Why don't you come to end my evil-doing life?"
"The fact that you can appear here and that you can get rid of the influence of evil energy shows that this is not your original intention."
General Tirasalan lowered his head, drank wine to cover up the sadness in his eyes, and whispered:
"So I'm waiting for your explanation. Maybe you are still the Vihari in my memory, the woman who is willing to give everything to protect her."
"Tsk, it's really boring. It's exactly the same as before."
Weihari shook her head, and she drank another large glass of wine. In her drunken state, her eyes seemed to have lost focus, and she whispered:
"Yes, I went there with a purpose... You and I will never forget the war on the planet Shagall. I will never forget our brave sisters, the great saint Askara and the 70 people who voluntarily stayed.
I will never forget the scene of the final battle between the warriors after the break. When Askara activated the Staff of Ture, the second sun lit up on the planet Shagall..."
"We lost the Holy Light Artifact. It fell into the hands of the devil. We must get it back! Even if it is for our sister, Askara, I joined the Burning Legion and searched for it for more than ten years. Finally, I
We found the staff that had been infected by fel energy, and it fell into the hands of an eredar. Unfortunately, that was also an acquaintance of ours... who served as the custodian of the Holy Deed at the Mac'Aree Knight Academy.
Mrs. Kalindis, the deceased, recognized me, so I could only run away in a hurry..."
Vihari stood up, smelling of alcohol. She seemed to have lost interest in the conversation, and staggered out. As she staggered, General Thirasalan, who had quick eyes and quick hands, helped her body and made her sit down again.
On the chair, Vihari slapped Thirasalan's hand away with disgust on his face:
"Don't touch me! I hate men like you!"
"I have told you the truth, "Great Hero"... I told Adal the whereabouts of Ture's Staff. Maybe soon, you will find a way to get it back, but that has nothing to do with me.
, now I just want to find a place to live a good life, and let war and revenge go to hell... I, a woman who crawled out of hell, have had enough of those things."
Facing Vihari, who was completely drunk and no longer concealed himself, a trace of loss flashed in General Thirasalan's eyes, and he said softly:
"I'm sorry, Senior Sister Weihari, I wrongly blamed you. The sacrifices you made for the Holy Light and our people can never be matched by me... You are the real hero, and I... I am just a coward.
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As soon as Thirasalan finished speaking, the drunken former garrison officer Vihari stretched out his hands like a tumbling snake and wrapped them around the general's neck. The vague aroma of the garrison officer rushed into Tirasalan.
Lhasalan's nostrils made the always serious General Broken Setting Sun feel a little distraught at this moment, while Vihari looked at her old acquaintance drunkenly, a trace of desire flashed across her charming face, and she spoke with a weak and charming voice.
Said in the general's ear:
"That's enough! Thirasalan, I've had enough of your rigidity and seriousness. There are only two of us here, let your beliefs go to hell...Can't you really be a man? You can't face your own
Inwardly?"
"Or...do you dislike me? Disliking me is a..."
"No! No!"
The general gently hugged his old friend in front of him. He hugged her tightly and said:
"I'm really happy to see you back..."
"Then kiss me, idiot!"
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"Agent Vihari has established contact with Shattered Sun."
In the office of the director of the Dark Blade Intelligence Bureau, Shadow handed a slightly blurred magical image to director Maiev, who took it in her hand and took a look. It was a very fragrant picture. She boasted a little wantonly.
She whistled, then threw the magic image on the table. She raised her head, looked at the shadow in front of her, and said softly:
"This means that the story compiled by our Miss Vihari has gained the trust of Broken Sun and Naru, right? Tsk tsk, our agents are really dedicated. In order to gain their trust, they even did it themselves.
Up."
"I heard that Vihari and Thirasalan had an old relationship before, but now they just rekindled it, and that story is not entirely fabricated."
Shadow shrugged:
"Our "eyes" in the legion have confirmed the news. The "Ture Staff" related to Naaru has indeed fallen into the hands of the legion. Vihari did not lie, and the best thing is that no one can reveal it.
Her words, using a piece of trivial news in exchange for Vihari re-entering Draenei society, is a very good deal."
"According to our estimation, Adal may pass this news to the Holy Light Legion in the next step. The staff may fall into the hands of the Holy Light Legion, but it doesn't matter. Wait until Weihari takes Flan Lun
When the draenei from the peninsula return to Azeroth, she will face Velen, whom she hates most, and that will be the time to test the mind of Agent Velhari."
"Vihari is just one part of this huge plan. Now that she is in place, other aspects can start."
Maiev lit a cigarette for herself, exhaling the smoke while rubbing her forehead and thinking quickly:
"Over the legion, Lakish's fleet has approached the Azeroth star field. He may enter Azeroth at any time. Two of the three-ring traps we have arranged have been activated, and now only the last one is left.
Is there any result from... the surveillance of little Yuna?"
The senior agent Marais next to Shadow shook his head, and the Sarain agent said somewhat dejectedly:
"There are no results at all. I even suspect that the Mother of Holy Light has given up on little Yuna and no longer pays attention to her."
"No! It won't!"
Maiev shook her head and said with absolute certainty:
"Through our review of Zera's previous behavior, this Mother of Light is essentially a speculator. You have to understand that you cannot reason with people who are addicted to speculation. They are always obsessed with seizing every opportunity.
...Believe me, Zella will take the bait, sooner or later."
"And once she takes the bait, the three traps can be activated at the same time! By that time, everyone trapped in this circle..."