Prophet Velen fell from the three-story high platform and fell to the ground in a panic. He stretched out his trembling hand, pulled out the blade of death inserted in his abdomen, and threw the blood-stained blade aside. The power of death
As it flowed through his body, the originally strong and gentle holy light could not heal his wounds.
But this kind of pain could not affect Velen's sanity. He climbed up and supported himself with the Redeemer staff at hand. He raised his head and looked at Vihari on the edge of the platform at the top of the Naaru Seat.
The traitor who stabbed him and pushed him into this darkness
At the top of the Naaru's Seat, Vihari was also looking at the Prophet, those memories of the past, and the tragic scene when Taimor City was destroyed. She frantically searched for survivors in the ruins, and in the end she could only hold those who were among the orcs.
The broken corpses crying in despair in the ravage, the children who should have had a happy future, their cold corpses, the dim eyes that had lost all hope, those hell-like scenes.
Those experiences were tumbling in Vihari's heart. All of them may have been a tragedy destined for the Draenei people, but the prophet in front of him also had an unshirkable responsibility.
"You are a kind person, but you are not a good leader"
Weihari, who had experienced a real hell, shed tears at this moment, not because he was moved or because he was happy about having his revenge, but simply because he was sad for the torture his compatriots had experienced, and he was desperate for what he had experienced.
, people who believe in revenge will not be relieved after completing revenge. After the most intense emotions in her heart are finally released, the will that supports her to continue to live like a pillar also collapses at this moment.
She burst into tears like a weak girl, but she forced herself to stand there and watch the prophet's final ending.
This is not just and even a bit unreasonable, but this is a woman's revenge. You can't expect a woman who is about to be driven crazy by a cruel life to be very sane.
The Seat of Naaru, which was originally filled with holy light, has become dim and hazy due to the surge of evil energy, just like a dark hell. And the treasonous things that Vihari did to the prophet were also affected by those around him.
The chosen people of the Holy Light who came with her saw it in their eyes. These loyal followers of the prophet let out angry shouts one after another. They used the weapons in their hands to fight off the demons, and then pushed towards Vihari with the same hatred.
Vihari didn't care about the soldiers surrounding her behind her. She didn't care.
"Stay away from her!"
A scolding came from the shadows around Naaru's Seat. Along with the scolding, hundreds of black-clothed agents rushed out of the opened portal. They silently waved their weapons, and amidst the splatters of blood,
, under the leadership of the Blood Watchers, they rushed into the positions of the Holy Light Chosen, started fighting with them, and drove them away from the lost Vihari.
"Looking at your expression, are you having a bad day today? Miss Vihari?"
Shadow, the deputy director of the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency, reached Weihari's ears with a teasing voice. The high-level agent in uniform and mask stepped forward, leaning on the hilt of the sword at his waist. She took out a weapon from her pocket.
He opened a handkerchief and handed it to Vihari, then patted the hoof girl on the shoulder and whispered comfort in her ear:
"Don't worry, life is like this, everything will get worse!"
"Those are not words of comfort!"
Weihari wiped the water stains from the corners of her eyes. She looked at the prophet in the darkness below and whispered:
"I've done everything I should do. I don't want to stay here anymore. I want to go back to Draenor and spend the rest of my life in a place where no one knows me, or simply work as a civilian in the base camp."
"Everything is done? Are you sure?"
Shadow looked at Weihari beside her suspiciously. She rubbed her chin with her black-gloved fingers, and then asked playfully:
"If you are telling the truth, why is your voice trembling so much?"
"Because I'm about to kill a really good man, right here."
Weihari closed his eyes and said to the shadow in a low voice:
"Just now, that tortured woman, that sad and pitiful Vihari died. She completed the last persistent thing in her heart, and then she was killed by me personally. Everything in the past, those hatreds, those stubbornness
, will completely dissipate with the death of Viren. I believe that you have done so much, and you are destined not to let him live anymore, right?"
"Yes, the Prophet is destined to die today."
Shadow looked back at the chosen people of the Holy Light who were overwhelmed by the Dark Blade agents. The golden light and shadow illuminated this dark place like a light during their counterattack, which represented that the plan of "The Holy Light is about to go out" was finally completed.
Entering the final stage without any danger.
She stretched out her hand, held Weihari's slender waist, and whispered to the non-staff agent:
"Very good. Now that you have severed the bonds of the past, continue to live in Sha'tar City with a new identity. Director Maiev and I both expect you to do this, so you'd better not disappoint us. Remember
Why do you hate Velen so much? Remember what suffering Velen's cowardice has brought to you and your people, and you must not become what he was in the future."
"You can leave now. We will take care of the rest."
Shadow reached out and helped Vihari straighten his somewhat scattered clothes. She hugged the Delaney agent who she personally recruited into the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency for the last time, and she gently patted Vihari on the back.
, said to the hoof sister:
"Goodbye! Tyrant"
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"Ah, noble Velen"
In the dark hall at the bottom of the Seat of Naaru, the prophet who fell here also encountered trouble. He heard the screams of Naruvolos. Although he was also seriously injured, the prophet still gritted his teeth and leaned on his staff.
He walked towards the holy platform where Volos was. However, the moment he stepped out of the darkness, accompanied by the screams of gears and magic engines, and the shaking of the earth, a ferocious magic machine painted in red appeared.
A, moved out from the direction of the holy altar and blocked the prophet's eyes.
This super-large machine made of evil-forged steel is full of a violent and dark style. It inherits the arrogant style of Legion creations. In addition to the thick and sharp steel claws, there are several nozzles that can spray pure evil flames.
, and this machine has obviously been specially modified. As it moves, the extremely corrosive demonic energy escapes on the earth, polluting the holy land where Naaru is located into a land of evil energy.
The connection between Naruvolos in Sha'tar City and the Holy Light was interrupted by the power of the escaped evil energy. The weak Naaru was unable to draw power from the original holy light, and a huge amount of evil energy was in the surrounding air.
As they were dissipating, Volos's shining body was also being infected bit by bit.
"I've finally waited for you!"
A hoarse voice, full of undisguised hatred and hostility, came from the cockpit of the evil mecha. In Velen's field of vision, he could see that in the cockpit, there was a man with red skin.
, the eredar demon general wearing a twisted mask and naked torso is driving this evil weapon to destroy the last hope of the draenei people.
This made the prophet feel unspeakable anger.
The prophet's anger seemed to be sensed by the Eredar general driving the magic mecha. He controlled the evil weapon and took a step back. Under the glare of the prophet, the evil weapon sprayed out from the jet tube behind his back.
Dark green scorching flames erupted, placing the weak Naruvolos on the holy platform behind him into the siege of the evil fire, causing the Naruvolos to groan in pain again.
"Listen! Your naaru is screaming. It's dying."
General Rakish, who was operating the evil mecha, looked at Velen in the darkness in front of him. He knew that that was his father, and the same blood flowed in his veins, and although Velen had been in the endless time
He looks old, but from his face, you can still see what he looked like when he was young. That face is very similar to the current General Rakish.
However, there was no trace of joy in the Eredar Demon General's heart, no excitement about meeting his father again, and no tender words to say to his father.
When he saw Velen, what shone in Lakish's heart was the scene of his poor mother calling his father's name alone when she was dying. Lakish hated the man in front of him. He had spent twenty-five thousand years.
Before, it was he who abandoned his young son and his seriously ill wife, and it was Velen who coldly left their mother and son to die in the world of Argus!
Kil'jaeden was right, his father, Velen, was never a respectable person, he was just a sanctimonious coward! His bloodline brought only shame, but not a shred of glory!
"Bang"
The anger in Lakish's heart was boiling. He controlled the mecha's fist and smashed it hard on the crystal wall of Naaru's Seat. Amidst the sound of the crystal shattering like glass, he shouted in a voice full of hatred.
arrive:
"But no one can save this miserable jigsaw puzzle, not even you! Velen, you failed your world, you failed those who had expectations of you, your departure made Kil'jaeden very sad, you betrayed
Killed him! You betrayed your brother! You should have stood with him, no matter what was in front of you! You should have faced it with him! You coward!"
The voices shouted by this eredar general that Velen had never seen before caused the prophet's expression to change slightly at this moment. Velen realized that the unknown demon in front of him seemed to know a lot about him.
"Is this what Kil'jaeden told you?"
Velen was holding the Staff of the Redeemer. He was talking to the demon general in front of him in a low voice. He was stalling for time.
There was something wrong with the dagger that Vihari used to stab him. The power contained in the dagger was extremely cold. After entering the body, it was like a spider web, tightly locking the connection of the holy light at Velen's wound, and allowing
The holy light in the prophet's body has become very obscure. Under such circumstances, it is not a good idea to start a battle with the fel mecha in front of him.
Viren must first break through the death restraint in his body before his power can flow again, but this is not an easy task and he will need some time.
"Tell me! Demon, is this what Kil'jaeden told you?"
Rakish did not answer, and the prophet's voice became deeper:
"You are an eredar, demon. You should have experienced the tragedy of Sargeras using evil energy to wash away our Argus. Kil'jaeden told you that I ran away cowardly, but did he tell you that back then,
It was the lie that he and Archimonde coveted the power promised by Dark Taita that made Argus take the initiative to open the door to the depths of the stars."
"Dark green evil energy of destruction surged out from the star core of the world of Argus. The power from the Dark Titan tore our world apart, turning our hometown into a hell filled with demons. Kil'jaeden and
Archimonde calls that kind of destruction a "blessing"! They want me to accept that "blessing" with them! They expect me to become a demon with them!"
Velen raised his head, divine light shining in his eyes:
"He called me a coward?"
"When faced with the arrival of the Burning Legion, he groveled, but I chose to continue fighting! Who is the real coward? You were deceived by him! Demon, you were deceived by your master! He is always so good at deceiving, just
Like now, he used a clumsy lie to send you here to die."
A touch of holy light slowly lit up in Velen's hand. The prophet squinted his eyes and felt the holy light starting to flow in his body again. He looked at the evil mecha in front of him and said softly:
"Go back, Eredar, while you still can!"
"Look back?"
After listening to Velen's explanation, Lakish looked at the triangular Holy Light Holy Emblem that slowly emerged behind Velen. It represented that the power of the prophet had been restored. The scorching holy light made Lakish feel a strong feeling.
Threats, but he didn't care.
The demon let out a deep and desolate laugh, and he controlled the evil mecha to raise his hands, as if surrendering.
"Okay, okay, I admit defeat! I'm leaving now"
"But before I leave, I have one last thing to do."
Under Viren's gaze, he slowly retreated until he was close to the weak Naruvolos' body. The next moment, Lakish controlled the evil mecha, overloading all the power in the engine, and on the dark green
While the lightning was lingering, there was a sound like breaking glass, and Volos' body of holy light was smashed to pieces by the evil mecha.
"No!"
Amid Velen's angry roar, Lakish turned his head, and the Eredar general laughed like a madman:
"Ah ha ha ha! Let the Holy Light you rely on go to hell! Velen! You ridiculous leader! You lie-talking stickman! You failed father!"
"Next, you will be the only one left, and I will still have hatred."
