"Prophet, the chosen people of the Holy Light are rushing to the Seat of Naaru from all places. The city is too chaotic now, and they need some time to solve the trouble at hand."
In the center of Sha'tar City, on the road leading to the Seat of Naaru, the great defender Vihari holding a sword and shield was slashing the demons blocking the road in front of him while saying to the prophet Velen behind him:
"Grand Guard Maraad is guarding the defense outside the city. He would like to accompany you, but"
"I can understand that the current situation is indeed not optimistic."
In the streets filled with smoke and war, the prophet holding the Staff of the Redeemer waved his hand, and scorching arrows of holy light were thrown out from his palm, burning the twisted, arrogant and cruel demons in front of him.
Turned into ashes, these bastards from the stars have lost their leader, but their numbers are still astonishing, and after losing control, the demons obey the destructive desire tumbling in their hearts, which will make them more aggressive.
"This demonic war is so strange that our soldiers are not fully prepared yet, but fortunately, there are reinforcements from other civilizations, allowing our city to escape this disaster."
Velen looked around the city at the smoke and smoke floating in the alleys, as well as the destroyed buildings on the edge of the streets. Among the ruins, there were Draenei corpses, but more of them were killed demons.
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Those Eredar, their body appearance is exactly the same as the Draenei, except for the fiery red skin covered with herpes and scars, and the cracked cheeks filled with evil energy. Even after death, those who
With eyes filled with vicious light, they still maintain the image they had when they lived in the world of Argus. Unfortunately, what exists under that body is a completely demonic soul.
The orthodox eredar have become extinct, and the draenei, known as the exiles, are the last defenders of this once glorious civilization. This is really ironic.
"But as long as our people are still there, there is still hope for everything. The city has been destroyed and can be rebuilt. The people, the people are the most important."
The prophet whispered, and in the eyes of the Draenei leader, there was a flash of sparkling anger. When Vihari used his shield to repel a ferocious demon of destruction, the prophet's staff with the bright holy light in his hand fiercely
The ground waved forward, and a sharp sword of holy light whizzed through the air. The light blade formed by extreme compression of the actual holy light easily cut through the body of the terrifying demon, and in the wail of the destroying demon,
Completely clear the road to the Seat of the Naaru.
After the holy light dissipated, on the road where the ashes were floating, Defender Weihari looked at the demon that was purified in an instant. She breathed a sigh of relief and put away the sword and shield in her hand. The strike of the holy light just now was extremely powerful.
Representing the powerful power in the hands of the prophet Velen, this Draenei prophet is nicknamed "The Immortal". Although he has not escaped from the life stage of flesh and blood creatures, in the current world of Azeroth
, Velen is definitely the most powerful hero among mortals.
He has a gentle nature, is full of restraint in his power, and never abuses it. As the leader of the Prophet, he is more accustomed to solving problems in other ways than force. The Draenei settled in the world of Azeroth, and here
After establishing a new homeland, the Prophet's style seemed to have changed a bit. Perhaps he had suffered losses and experienced pain, so he was now willing to use force to protect his people when necessary.
There are many, many reasons for the emergence of power, but in most cases, power will become more powerful if it is given the belief of guardianship. Velen's change was obtained at the tragic sacrifice of the Draenei in the world of Draenor.
Yes, after knowing that blind escape and compromise cannot solve the problem, even the kindest person will change.
But the more this happened, the more he witnessed the changes in the prophet, the more the surging emotions deep in Vihari's heart could not be calmed down.
Seeing the scene where Velen easily cleared the road with powerful holy light, she couldn't help but remember that more than 30 years ago, when the draenei city Taimor fell in the world of Draenor,
What was her prophet doing when the group of arrogant orc warriors burned and looted the city, destroying countless innocent lives and the city's future?
If the prophet Velen at that time could be as determined as he is now, and would not hesitate to use force to eliminate troubles as he is now, then could the tragedy of Taymor and the innocent lives of hundreds of thousands of draenei be saved?
But the past has passed, and nothing can be reversed. Those pains and tragedies are deeply imprinted in the hearts of the surviving survivors, changing them from the deepest part of their souls, turning them into another kind of creature.
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Ordinary people live on water and food, but they live on hatred and pain
After entering the building of the Seat of Naaru, looking down from the entrance, all warriors can clearly see that at the bottom of the three-story platform, at the edge of the altar where Naaru Volos is, a controlled
The magic mecha, in the tide of dark green flames, stormed the barrier held up by Naruvolos. Naru was already very weak because he had to maintain the barrier of the entire Shatar City. Faced with this ferocious magic machine
A's attack made Volos look very embarrassed.
Amidst the arrogant laughter of the demon general driving the magic mecha, the weak Naaru kept screaming, as if he had been injured by the ugly war machine in front of him.
"Warriors of the Holy Light! Charge! Save our Naaru! Defeat these ugly demons!"
The predicament of Naruvolos made the prophet very anxious. He waved his staff and applied thick layers of holy light blessings on the bodies of the soldiers behind him, facing the demons lingering on the several downward spiral stairs.
, the prophet showed no mercy, he held up the barrier of holy light purification, and removed the evil energy corrosion that the demons deliberately sprinkled on the ground. Even the cruel demons themselves would be burned to ashes by the scorching holy light.
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This scene made the garrison officer Vihari who was following the prophet couldn't help but say:
"Prophet, in my memory, you were not so, uh, violent."
The female Draenei looked at the demons that were destroyed by the prophet's holy light, and she whispered:
"I still remember that 35 years ago, in the world of Draenor, when faced with the group of orcs corrupted by evil energy who wanted to attack us, your first reaction was not to fight, but to take the envoy to fight with the orcs.
The final result of the negotiation with the leader was not so good, and you were even arrested."
Weihari's words made Viren stunned for a moment. He shook his head and recalled the embarrassment back then:
"Yes, you and Maraad led the troops together to rescue me from the orc camp. Unfortunately, the two Atama crystals I carried with me were lost in that bad accident."
"I have been in exile among the stars for more than 20,000 years. At that time, I was used to using compromise to win a glimmer of life for the people, but I forgot that not everyone we faced was willing to reason with us."
The prophet looked at the demons in front of him who were fleeing in fear under the scorching holy light. He said in a low tone:
"Just like these demons, they will never care about those truly precious things, life, hope and the future. They trample these beautiful things wantonly for fun and to satisfy their inner dark desires. In the face of such enemies, we
We can only pick up weapons and fight them to the end! It’s a pity, it’s a pity that I seem to understand a little too late.”
"So, you regret it too, right?"
Behind the prophet, Vihari looked at the prophet's back and asked in a faint tone:
"You also regret that you did not take our advice and arm our people in time before the orcs invaded. You also regret that after the orcs really started to invade, you did not lead your soldiers to fight them.
Instead of fighting, we led the people to flee all the way, just like our experience in the stars. Everything is survival first, but we forget that we ourselves also have strong power, we have enough power to protect ourselves, but we, as
He ran away in panic like a rabbit, never thinking of fighting back."
Vihari's question made the prophet's expression become even more serious. During the Draenor period, the massacre of the draenei people by the orcs of the Fel Tribe will always be the most painful memory in the hearts of the draenei people. Anyone who has experienced that
No one who lived through the disaster would be willing to recall it.
"Vihari, you still resent me, I can feel it. You were once my most trusted defensive officer, but just as past experiences have changed me, you have also changed."
"After you returned to Sha'tar with the people of Draenor, you have been avoiding meeting me, and I have heard your story, the pain and despair you encountered after the fall of Taymor,
I am in unimaginable despair and you are resenting me for being too cowardly at the time and failing to devote everything to protecting the people like I do now."
The prophet waved and threw the energy war hammer evolved by the Holy Light. In a fierce and precise Holy Light punishment, the demon lord guarding the spiral staircase was pushed back several steps. The Holy Light elects wearing Holy Light armor waved
Holding their weapons and shouting sacred slogans, they rushed towards the last wave of demon army. With the support of the prophet's holy light, these warriors appeared extremely brave and defeated the demons steadily.
The prophet looked back at the silent Grand Guardsman behind him. A trace of undisguised apology flashed in his eyes, and he said to Vihari:
"I can't imagine what is supporting you, what kind of great sacrifice it is to persist in that kind of despair until now, so that you do not lose yourself in the army of demons, and you also bring us extremely important news, you
It has brought us hope. Your resentment towards me, Vihari, is justified. I cannot defend myself. Yes, I did something wrong at the time. I regret it. I chose to flee instead of fight."
"You, Yrel, Akama, and Nobundo, you are all victims of my cowardice. I'm really sorry!"
As he spoke, Viren leaned down to the silent Vihari, representing the prophet's most sincere apology. This scene seemed to touch Vihari a little. The defense officer took a step forward, she held the prophet's shoulders, and she sighed.
, as if relieved.
"No, Prophet, that is past."
Vihari said to Prophet Velen:
"Those experiences, those humiliating pasts, I have learned to look directly at them instead of escaping. It is like there is a knife in my memory. Ever since I experienced those things, I have held it as long as I still have breath.
Now, I will be so strong that I will never be knocked down."
"Prophet, you are a truly kind person. I admire you very much. You should also look forward now. Let us save Volos. This is why we are here."
Vihari's relief softened Velen's expression of pain. The prophet looked at the defense officer in front of him, and a gentle smile shone on her face, as if she had really let go of the past.
This made the prophet feel better inside.
Vihari has endured torture and pain for his past mistakes, and is a woman worthy of respect.
The prophet breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, held the staff tightly, and said:
"Yes, we want to save our Naaru from the devil, and then, save our city, save our..."
"puff"
Blood splattered everywhere, and at the moment when the prophet turned around, behind him, the gentle smile on Vihari's face turned into a look of piercing hatred. As she flipped her wrist, a spike made entirely of black energy appeared.
The dagger fell into her hand, she took a step forward and stabbed the dagger hard into the prophet's back heart.
Blood spurted out, and the death blade made by Tyrion easily pierced Velen's holy light shield. When the sharp blade penetrated the prophet's body, the lingering power of death aroused the prophet's instinctive defense.
He let out a cry of pain, and the burst of holy light knocked back Vihari, but the next moment, the defense officer was like the most ferocious female leopard, resisting the scorching holy light, holding the blade of death, and rushed into the dimension.
In front of Lun, he stabbed the dagger into the prophet's abdomen once again.
"You! Vihari you"
Vihari felt the touch of the blood flowing on her fingers. She looked at the prophet with a cold and sinister look, and the latter's eyes were full of disbelief.
"Velan, there is a knife in my heart. It kept me going through all the desperate years. I will die when I drop that knife."
"Do you know the name of that knife?
"It's called pain"
The female defender's hands were stained with blood. In front of her eyes, the prophet was attacked by the power of death. He would not die, but he would become weak. Death would prevent the Holy Light from healing his wounds. They were not fatal, but
But it will make the next battle more interesting.
"My name is Vihari!"
Vihari watched the prophet half-kneeling on the ground in pain. She moved her hands burned by the holy light, and used her fingers stained with blood to lift Velen's face. She looked at the prophet and said softly:
"I come from the ruins of Taymor, my name is revenge, my name is hatred. In the prophet's desperate years, I imagined today countless times, but this is not the end of your fate. I have no right to judge you. However, I will act as
The audience, as a representative, watches your end."
"The hundreds of thousands of undead souls in Taimoor are watching you and me from the sky. Those warriors who still believe in you in despair but cannot be saved by you until their death. Those warriors who have not surrendered in hell, listen.
, they howled, they were unwilling to let you die so easily."
"We have entered the tomb and will be reborn in three days, like a boat floating down the river."
Vihari grabbed the prophet's collar and dragged him to the edge of the three-story platform. As the prophet groaned in pain, the female guard silently recited the Draenei's prayer to commemorate the dead souls. Between a long sigh, she was stabbed.
The injured prophet was pushed down from the edge of the third-floor platform by Vihari. Under Viren's painful gaze, Vihari, who was standing on the edge of the platform like a sculpture, looked at him indifferently as he fell below.
In the dark.
And the voice that echoed in his ears was like the chanting of all spirits
"You are also drifting in the long river of time, eventually"
