Blood ties are sometimes not enough to make a man a qualified father, or a boy a true son of man.
The bloodlines that are connected to each other are only the most basic source of becoming relatives and building family relationships. However, if you want to truly establish a deeper relationship with family members, in addition to the bloodline connection, you also need to spend enough time and considerable energy to manage and cultivate.
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The emotions of flesh and blood creatures are very complex ethical relationships. This is not a sacred ritual that can be completed by relying on simple data or blood.
But on the other hand, if fathers can love their children and children respect their fathers just because of the blood connection, then there will be fewer human tragedies in this world. Unfortunately, these things, just like the direction of the world, will never happen.
They will not operate according to the wishful will of mortals.
Just like Viren and Rakesh...
Rakish means "Butcher" in the Ereda language. Of course Velen would not name his child "Butcher". That was named for Velen by Kil'jaeden after Velen escaped from Argus.
The name given to the child, the deceiver's dark wisdom allowed him to see the potential in Lakish. He was very angry because of Velen's betrayal, and he was determined to punish Velen in his own way.
Kil'jaeden cultivated Velen's son in his own way. He treated him as a weapon and a chess piece. He poured him with cruelty and bloody will, used madness and viciousness as his nourishment, and personally performed evil rituals for him.
He is dedicated to the powerful eredar demon, encouraging him to release the original anger and pain in his heart as a response to the world, spreading the fire of anger to every world in the stars.
In the past thousands of years, Rakesh has perfectly completed every job ordered by Kil'jaeden. Under the eyes of the Deceiver, Rakesh has completed the forging of a long-hidden weapon.
process, it is time to use this weapon to punish those "disloyal" ones.
Kil'jaeden knew very well that Rakish's strength was not worth mentioning compared to his old friend Velen, and Rakish himself knew this very well, but these two were addicted to the pain of betrayal and the burning will for revenge.
No one in it cares.
Among these stars, not everyone's life is used to pursue beautiful things. There are always some people who are born a part of darkness, and their stories from birth to death have nothing to do with light.
"Click, click, click"
At the bottom of the Seat of the Naaru, on the holy platform that should have been filled with golden holy light, the crystal body of Naaru Volos, who had protected the Draenei for 25,000 years, was bombarded by the heavy hammer of evil energy.
It had suddenly shattered, and the scattered crystals flew into the dark corners of the hall, just like the most perfect crystal sculpture had been smashed to pieces.
The sparks of the collision between evil energy and holy light jumped in the darkness, like dazzling lightning wandering around in the darkness, dispersing the gloomy darkness. At the moment when the golden light lit up, Velen's roar
It sounded right behind Lakish's fel mecha.
"Devil! What have you done!"
Accompanied by the roar, there was also a chain of holy light that whizzed out like a dragon spear. The powerful spell made of pure holy light was like a long glowing whip condensed out of thin air, whipping hard.
On Lakish's evil mecha, the demon general raised his arm and tried to block the blow with his steel body holding a small shield. However, Lakish underestimated his old father's violent sway.
The power of the Holy Light.
"Click"
The steel arm of the evil mecha was entangled with the Holy Light Whip. With the flick of Viren's wrist, the heavy steel golem was lifted from the place and thrown from the holy platform towards the dark hall.
At the edge, Viren's other hand was raised, and amid the golden light, a heavy and solid Holy Light Warhammer fell from the sky, just like the judgment of the Paladin, and hit Lakish's evil machine hard.
On the front of the armor, a clear dent was made in the steel that protected the core of the mecha.
After these two ruthless attacks, another sacred restraint descended from the sky. The golden chain tightly wrapped around the body surface of the evil mecha, imprisoning Lakish and his war weapons in the original place with divine power.
land.
After completing the confinement spell, the prophet leaned on his staff and took a few breaths. The violent energy activity caused the wounds on his abdomen and back to burst, and the blood flowed, making an old man like Velen's breathing become heavy. He was a little
Staggering forward a few steps, he lay down on the edge of the Holy Altar of the Seat of Naaru and threw his staff aside. The old prophet used his blood-stained hands to search among the fragments of Naaru in front of him.
For this Holy Light creature, Naaru's body is the carrier of the holy soul, but for Naaru, the most important thing is still the Heart of Holy Light in the center of the body, just like after Zera's body was destroyed by Tyrion,
The Heart of Holy Light still exists. Now that Volos's body has been destroyed, as long as Volos' Heart of Holy Light is still there, with the blessing of sacred rituals, this weak Naaru can still be resurrected.
"Here, found it!"
Velen tremblingly picked up a shield-shaped golden crystal three times the size of a mortal heart from the holy light fragments of the holy altar stained with evil liquid. He could sense the energy of Volos in this crystal.
The activity, although very weak, was enough to prove that Naaru was still alive, so there was still hope.
But just when Velen took out the Heart of Holy Light from the fragments, behind him, the evil mecha that had lost its arms roared like a manic monster and tore apart in the surge of magic energy.
Velen used the holy light to lower the seal. Amidst Lakish's roar, the heavily damaged mecha ran out of the darkness with the posture of a football player and slammed into Velen's body.
On the Holy Light Shield outside.
The power that this 5-meter-tall evil mecha erupted instantly was terrifying. Under this sudden impact, Velen was also knocked away and rolled on the ground for several weeks, and the Heart of Holy Light in his hand
, and even jumped and was thrown into the darkness, like a lamppost shining faintly in the darkness.
"Old guy! Old guy!"
Lakish roared crazily, and he controlled the Fel Mecha to beat Velen's Holy Light Shield crazily, like a madman:
"Is there only the Holy Light in your heart? The Holy Light is everything to you, right? You abandoned your wife and your son just for this damn Holy Light, right! The Holy Light is dead! Your Holy Light
, you are going to die today! You are going to die too!”
The fel energy mecha controlled by the eredar demon ejected scorching fel energy flames from the jet port on its back, drawing a trajectory in the air and landing on the ground where the Heart of Holy Light fell, trying to destroy Volos's weak Holy Spirit.
The Heart of Light was completely destroyed. This scene made Velen furious in his heart. The demon's persecution of Naaru and his madness made Velen feel even more unreasonable.
"Devil! Get away!"
Viren clenched his fists, and the golden holy light wrapped around his fists. The old prophet was like a fighter, punching the steel body of the evil mecha that was pressing his body.
, with the blessing of divine power, every punch of Velen can leave clear traces on the steel surging with evil energy.
The prophet is not only an excellent spellcaster. In the Jedni Competition in the Argus world, young Velen also won several gladiatorial championships. Of course, his fighting skills will not be more powerful than those of real warriors, but
In this critical situation, the prophet's power exploded, and after being bombarded by several fists, he still pushed the heavy evil mecha up.
"Click"
Velen grabbed the jet on the back of the fel mecha. In the spurt of scorching fel flames, Velen's holy light burst out. He forcibly grabbed the flame jet tube from the mecha and threw it casually.
On one side, he took a few steps back and picked up his Redeemer Staff from the ground. The triangular golden holy symbol surged in the darkness behind him, just like covering the embarrassed prophet with a layer of golden light.
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Make him look so sacred.
"Demons like you will never understand what the Holy Light means to us!"
In the surge of holy anger, Velen waved his staff, and the holy light exploded in the next moment, just like dozens of cannonballs exploding at the same time. The endless surge of holy light poured into the tattered evil energy in front of him.
In the mecha, every energy conduit of this evil creation is filled with scorching holy light.
The evil energy flowing in the conduit of the evil mecha collided violently with the holy light. Amidst several low-pitched explosions, the evil crop created by the crazy technicians of the Burning Legion finally reached the critical point of being scrapped.
, when the engine was also destroyed, the miserable General Lakish was thrown directly out of the exploding mecha.
"ah!"
The entire body of the eredar demon was ignited by the golden flame of holy light. He was like a poor prisoner undergoing fire, rolling crazily on the ground, trying to extinguish the burning flame of holy light on his body.
This is extremely warm healing energy for mortals, but for creatures like demons whose whole bodies are filled with negative energy, it is like the most terrifying toxin. Just a little bit of it can make you feel uncomfortable all day long.
Velen was holding the Staff of the Redeemer. He stood in the messy hall of the Naaru Seat. He looked at the eredar general wailing in the sacred flames in front of him. There was no trace of mercy in his eyes. This demon's
What he did was so evil that he killed all the Draenei who were guarding the Naaru in the entire Hall of the Seat of the Naaru, and his hands were stained with the blood of Velen's people.
It would be no pity for him to die!
However, even in the terrifying flames that burned every inch of his skin, the eredar demon general who had gone completely crazy in Velen's eyes was still screaming in pain while wailing in pain.
voice, questioning Viren.
"Old man! What did the Holy Light give you? Let you sell your soul to it!"
"You idiot! You idiot! You failed her! You failed her!"
"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to wash away the shame you brought to me! Velen! Velen! Did you hear that? I'm going to kill you!"
These miserable and strange wailings made the prophet feel quite uneasy. He felt a strange uneasiness in his heart. He didn't want to stay in this place anymore, he wanted to leave here.
Before leaving, he looked back at the mad eredar demon who was gradually losing his life in the flames of the holy light, and said in a deep voice:
"I don't know why you hate me so much, I don't know why you listen to Kil'jaeden... I don't know you at all, and I haven't met you... But for us, the Holy Light is very important.
Important, the Holy Light...is the destination of all Draenei!"
"You can hate me, but don't hate the Holy Light, eredar, it will save your dark soul, no matter what evil things you have done."
Velen's words made the dying Eredar demon give out his final sneer. General Lakish struggled to lean his burnt body against the melted crystal wall behind him, his face
The twisted mask has been condensed with the flesh and blood of the face, but maybe, this is also good...
"Pooh!"
The demon general retorted weakly:
"I don't need the salvation of the Holy Light, Viren, everyone in this city needs treatment... You need it too..."
"Haha, you called me a monster..."
"Velan, you are the monster! You are a monster made by the Holy Light!"
"You are... ten thousand times uglier than me!"
The insults of the dying Lakish did not make Velen have any special thoughts. In fact, this was not the first time that he was insulted by demons. He did not care about the thoughts of these fallen creatures. He looked at the one in front of him who was about to swallow it.
The demon who took his last breath always felt a little uneasy in his heart, and as the demon in front of him became weaker and weaker, that uneasiness was rapidly increasing.
The unfounded panic made the prophet want to escape from this place. He turned around and walked towards the Heart of Holy Light of Volos that was thrown into the dark hall. However, just as the prophet came into contact with the Heart of Holy Light
The moment before, a light cough sounded from the darkness further away.
The familiar cold breath made the embarrassed prophet suddenly raise his head, and saw Tyrion walking out of the darkness. The appearance of the high lord, Blade of Dawn, had not changed, but the strange thing was that he appeared this time.
, wearing a very gorgeous robe, even coquettishly decorated with white lace on the wrists and neckline, a straight shirt with a black bow tie, and even her hair was combed meticulously.
It looked like I was attending a dance.
This kind of dress made the prophet stunned for a moment, and the big lord holding a black gentleman's cane looked at the confusion in the prophet's eyes. He stretched out his hand to straighten his collar, with a strange smile on his cold face.
He said to the prophet:
"Well, I just watched a wonderful drama, and it is about to reach its most emotional climax. I think it's time for me to appear...and I feel that at this time, I should dress up and show up to express my feelings.
Kudos to both actors for their devotion..."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
The prophet was not in the mood to chat with the big lord at this time. He picked up the Heart of Holy Light of Volos and asked:
"What are you doing here again? You murdered Zella, you brutally killed the agent of the Holy Light... You are no longer my friend!"
"No, no, no, Velen, my friend, none of that matters!"
Tyrion glanced behind Velen at General Lakish who was about to die. His eyes narrowed and he whispered:
"I'm here for more important things! Oh, by the way, did I forget to tell you that the poor young man lying there behind you, in addition to the unpleasant name of Lakish, also has
Another name..."
"What's his name?"
"Nuri, right? Nuri Velen! He is the great prophet, Velen's son!"
"You just cruelly injured your own son and watched him die bit by bit. Look at you, Viren, what you did makes even a villain like me feel... cold-blooded!"
Tyrion patted his robe, looked calmly at the prophet whose expression changed drastically, and asked softly:
"Now, tell me, parricide beast Velen, who is more evil, you or me?"
