"I have locked the coordinates of Chaldea and Illidan!"
After a main cannon shot from the Holy Light Judge cleared the demonic offensive on the ground battlefield in the Borean Tundra, on the console of the Holy Light battleship Zenidal, on the light screen in front of the light-forged hoof sister Faria, demons appeared
The images of the transformed Illidan Stormrage and the light-forged priest Chaldea Morgan have been captured by the spacecraft's information collector. They only need to give the transmission command again, and these two guys can be teleported to the Zenidar spacecraft.
on the bridge of the ship.
The Legion of Light's mission to the world of Azeroth will also be completed.
But just when Turalyon was about to activate the jump bridge, Zera, the Mother of Light, suspended in the bridge hall of Zenidar, suddenly stopped him.
"No, Turalyon!"
The light, reverberating voice like a hymn rang out among the flashes of Holy Light. Zella's voice made all the Holy Light Warriors on the bridge turn around and look at the Mother of Holy Light, who was as crystal-like as
The floating body rotates slowly in the air, as if it is thinking about certain problems.
"I saw that if we just left, the Draenei city of Sha'tar would suffer a terrible end. There is a complex conspiracy behind this sudden demonic war. Maybe we can't just sit back and watch this city be destroyed.
The fates of two important people converge here, and this city must persevere. This is the will of the Holy Light."
Zella's voice became deeper for a moment, seeming to be full of some kind of determination and determination:
"Go to the surface! Turalyon, Faria and Telamon, take all the warriors of the Holy Light Legion to the surface to help the draenei and the coalition of Azeroth repel the demons! I will stay in Zenidal
On board, as your backup reinforcements, go! Children, may the Holy Light bless you!"
The sudden order from the Mother of Light made several commanders a little confused. This was not something Zera would do. This Naaru who believed in fate rarely chose to intervene when faced with a fateful decision. She even
Get used to maintaining the trajectory of destiny that keeps moving forward.
Those with keener senses, such as Turayan, seemed to feel that something was about to happen from Zera's tone, but Zera seemed unwilling to tell them.
In front of the Zenidal's command podium, in the light curtain that reflected the battlefield below, the demon army that had just been swept by the main gun gathered again and started another round of attacks towards the Draenei city.
The attack, the somewhat distorted shouts of killing came from the light curtain, the wave of demons on the ground that seemed to be sweeping everything, and the Legion Gate in the sky were all outlined in the arctic wilderness of Azeroth.
A doomsday scene.
"Zera, we really want it"
Captain Faria took a step forward, and the Holy Light Hoof girl asked in a low voice:
"Do we really want to intervene in this war? Didn't you say that behind this demonic invasion is the fate of Prophet Viren, and we can't intervene in it?"
"The fate of Velen has begun, in this city. My children, you are not allowed to get involved, but this war, the war in Azeroth, and the war in this world are also extremely important. I let you
Participating in it has a special meaning. Maybe you don’t understand it yet, but it doesn’t matter. You will understand it sooner or later. Go ahead! Don’t ask any more questions.”
There was a hint of solemnity in the voice of the Mother of Holy Light. This slightly inhumane answer made several commanders look at each other. However, as the spiritual leader of the Holy Light Legion, Zera has already issued an order. The warriors of the Holy Light Legion
Just execute it.
A few minutes later, the Lightcast Knights, who had long been prepared to intervene in the demonic war, led by three commanders, went to the ground battlefield via three teleportation beams. The moment before leaving Zenidal, they stood in the teleportation beam.
Turalyon raised his head in the middle. He looked at Zera, the Mother of Holy Light, floating alone on the bridge platform of the spaceship. He suddenly had a premonition.
This may very well be the last time he sees Zella
"Buzz"
Between the shining golden light pillars, three light pillars descended from the sky in the shape of a triangle, and hit hard in front of the Draenei battlefield in the Borean Tundra, right at the front of the chaotic position where the demons were surging forward. In that holy light
On the shining and dusty battlefield, Turalyon, who was holding a Holy Light sword and wearing light-forged armor, took a step forward. As the draenei behind him looked at him in surprise, nearly a thousand fully armed Holy Light Dracula
The Leni people, those legendary warriors who seemed to have stepped out of the holy light, stood in front of their ruined position, holding heavy and sacred weapons.
Just like the strongest wall of holy light.
"Demons! Howl! Fear!"
The voice of Archbishop Turalyon of the Legion of Light echoed on the battlefield. It was after the 1,000-year campaign that he once again shouted the war slogan in his native language. The slightly weird accent made the battlefield
The human paladins couldn't help but raise their heads and look at the Holy Light Warrior in front of them, who seemed to be covered with golden light.
He was not only a warrior of the Legion of Light, but also a warrior of the Human Empire. He returned home in a way that no one could have expected.
"The Legion of Holy Light! Here we come!"
"Da, da, da"
The cold boots touched the crystal floor of the Zenidar bridge passage, making a crisp sound. As the sound echoed from far to near, the figure of the High Lord Tyrion appeared in the lobby of the Zenidar battleship.
middle.
He was wearing a black swordsman's robe, holding a bottle of fine blood wine in his left hand, and grabbing two glasses in his right hand, as if he were really meeting old friends. In the hall in front of him, Zera, the Mother of Holy Light,
Lonely suspended on the platform, on her body made of golden crystal, the endless holy light no longer spreads as wantonly as before, but gathers very restrainedly on the body.
It was as if he was accumulating strength to face the hard battle ahead.
"You really love them. Even if there is a fight, you will send them away in advance."
The great lord walked to the control panel of the spacecraft as if no one else was around, sat on the command chair that could rotate 360°, and placed the blood wine and wine glass in his hand on the precise control panel. He picked up the wine bottle and gave it to two
Filling the wine glass with blood-red liquid, he said to the silent Mother of Light as if chatting:
"Are you afraid that I will hurt them on purpose?"
"In your mind, am I just such a villain who only bullies children?"
The high lord picked up a glass of blood wine. With a flick of his finger, the cold mist wrapped around the wine glass. He added a few pieces of crushed ice to the bright red liquid, giving it a deeper and evil look.
.
"You are a person worthy of respect and someone who should be feared."
Facing the high lord's joke-like questioning, Zera, the Mother of Holy Light, rotated her crystal-like body. As the halo shone, her light voice echoed in the hall:
"Tyrion. Blade of Dawn, I can see through the fate of all living things in the stars, but the more so, the less willing I am to get close to you."
"Oh? Why?"
The great lord took a sip of the cold blood wine. His ice-blue eyes stared at the Mother of Holy Light in front of him. His fingers slid slightly in the air at hand, and streaks of black light danced on his fingertips, like
It's a dangerous game, he said to Zeira:
"I think I am actually a very easy person to deal with. I have always been very generous and generous. My friends all think so. Zella, do you have a different opinion on this?"
Zella was silent for a moment. She seemed not used to the small talk before the two sides fought to the death. Faced with Tyrion's endless and bizarre questions, the Mother of Light did not hide it, but spoke frankly.
own opinion.
"I know a lot about you, Tyrion. I know that under your cold appearance, you are also doing great acts of salvation, but for the salvation itself, you interpret it very darkly. Maybe this is because
What you have experienced in the past, as for why I don't want to get close to you, it is because I can't see your destiny. There is no past, no present, and no future. In my eyes, Tyrion, you are a creature that should not exist.
.”
Zella's golden crystal body slowly unfolded, like a living person stretching its shoulders:
"Among the vast stars, the threads of destiny of countless creatures are intertwined with each other, and are woven by invisible hands to form the river of destiny of the entire stars. It is an extremely spectacular scene. The Creator's arrangement for the destiny of people and even the world is like
A beautiful carpet. Sadly, mortals can only see the back of the carpet, the messy threads and messy patterns. If you can't transcend, you will never be able to see the beautiful front. The fate of countless tragedies and sacrifices is here.
At the end, it was a truly beautiful world."
"And a creature like me can stand on the edge of the long river of fate and trace back all the way along some strange lines of fate. In my eyes, these stars have no secrets. But you, you are just like a person in the long river of fate.
Gangrene, a Singularity”
"It's like a source of infection that is constantly spreading out strange viruses. The fate of any creature that comes into contact with you will be changed and swallowed up. The originally clear future will also be pulled into chaos. I saw it! More than one
!”
"Alleria, Arthas, Medivh, Varian, Sylvanas, Thrall, Jaina are too many, too many!"
The golden holy light on Zela's body circulated endlessly on the crystal body, and the light became sharper and sharper, and even began to reflect an icy sheen like steel.
"You are like a black hole, Tyrion. The longer you stay in Azeroth, the more the black hole of your destiny will distort the future. Until now, this planet, this world, even Azeroth
Luen, even the sleeping star spirit, her destiny, and her future have been dragged into chaos."
"I can't evaluate whether the chaos of the future is good or bad. I just want the perfect future I see to come true. The future of this world is unpredictable. This is not the promised land of the Holy Light Legion, and I will never come again.
Here, I won’t even look here again! I want to take away Illidan, the son of light and darkness, that is the most important puzzle piece of the future in my eyes!”
Zella's voice became extremely stubborn at this moment:
"That's my only request!"
Facing Zera's request, the great lord leaned on the command chair and sipped the cold blood wine. After listening to Zera's story, the great lord shook his head. He drank down the small amount of wine in his hand and drank it.
The cup wrapped in frost in his hand was placed on the console behind him. He crossed his fingers, squinted his eyes, and looked at the powerful Mother of Light in front of him. After a few seconds of silence, Tyrion said softly:
"Then, let me tell you a little 'secret', Zella."
"This is a secret I have never told anyone, not even my wife and daughter."
"I hate those of you who claim to be able to see through destiny and see the future. Whether it's you, Velen, Medivh, etc., being called a prophet is not something worthy of praise. You should be better than anyone else.
Be clear, the future is full of variables, you cannot see all the future, you are not even sure whether what you see is the real future, but I can!"
In front of the Mother of Holy Light, the Great Lord stood up. As he swung his fingers, the heavy Ashbringer and the Apocalypse wrapped in black fire appeared between his hands. The moment he held the hilt of the sword, a cold breath
A substantial halo of frost formed on Tyrion's body, and at the moment when the crystals under his feet were frozen, Tyrion's voice became eerie and cold, like the howling cold wind, in this hall of holy light.
Ringing in:
"I can see all the futures you claim to be. Before you can see the light and shadow of those futures, I have experienced the real future!"
"I hate you, because you are just a bunch of bastards who talk about how powerful destiny is and how irreversible it is! You are scared out of your wits by the "future"!"
"Zera, there is no destiny at all!"
Tyrion's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and the sharp holy light around the Mother of Light also shot out in all directions like the rising sun at this moment. An ancestor Naaru had already directly controlled the holy light.
Referring to the essence of power, under Zella's call, those golden lines of light no longer spread outwards, but were "born" from the dark shadows.
Just like when the stars were born, the first ray of holy light was born in the darkest darkness.
The great lord's invincible death raid in the past was forcibly interrupted for the first time. Wherever he set foot, the cold power of death would be dispersed by the warm light the moment it emerged, just like snow under the sun.
, completely melted away in an instant.
But if the surprise attack fails, then attack head-on!
The two swords in Tyrion's hands flipped over, crossing each other and pulling out a series of dark sword shadows in the air. As Zera's Naaru body rotated, the strange light strips composed of holy light swayed across the hall, just like
Like a holy light shield with no blind spots, every line of Tyrion's attack was tightly blocked.
"Keng"
The high lord returned to the console, flipping his wrist to release the two long swords. The sharp blades were suspended in the air. Under the high lord's feet, a chopped crystal fragment was shining brightly, and Tyrion's
On his arm, there was also a wound filled with holy light.
"Pa"
The great lord clapped his hands, as if the warm-up was over. He raised his head and looked at Zera who was humming low in the holy light. He shouted loudly:
"The greetings are over, now it's time to get serious."
"But before we start the fight, Zera, I have a little question. In the phantom of the so-called perfect future you saw, when you saw Illidan uniting with the Titans to seal the Dark Titan Sargeras forever.
