Not long ago, Viren saw a very despairing prophecy under unexpected circumstances.
On that battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke and doomsday scenes, the white-haired man held an Eredar with red skin, full of evil herpes and scars. He was in great pain, as if he had lost the most important thing.
Same.
Velen still remembers that in that terrible prophecy, he shouted "Holy light can't save him". It was simply an unspeakable horrific disaster.
However, although it was a very painful prophecy and a very dark prophecy, it was also a prophecy that lacked solid evidence to support it. Velen held the Song of Soul, a purple Atama crystal that gave the prophet the ability to predict the future.
, but the prophet’s prediction of the future is more about seeing a fragment of one of the countless possibilities of the future. As the prophet himself said, the future is uncertain, and just seeing fragments does not mean that the future can be changed.
And depending on the further development of things, the future seen in those clips may not necessarily happen, so for Viren, he must treat these future clips carefully and choose the one that is most likely to appear.
Then avoid it without letting those "false illusions" of the future affect him.
After all, he is a leader, and any of his decisions will cause serious problems. For a qualified leader, he can make conclusions based on the development of facts, the interests of the race, and even
We can draw conclusions based on people’s attitudes, but we cannot simply draw conclusions based on predictions about the future.
After all, predictions sound very unreliable, and relying on such things to make decisions will kill people.
So after the prophecy of death appeared, the prophet thought for several days and believed that it was a false illusion. It was unlikely to appear in the near future, and it was also unlikely to happen as predicted by the illusion. After all, his son Nuri
He and his wife had already died in the disaster of Argus, and were murdered by the adjutant Talgas who betrayed him.
Velen has already confirmed this from Lord Targath, the legion hunter who has been hunting the draenei.
But Velen didn't know that this in itself was an evil conspiracy that Kil'jaeden had prepared for many years to punish him for his "betrayal". A conspiracy that was terrifying enough to defeat the prophet's heart!
And now, this conspiracy has come true.
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Velen stretched out his hand to take off the twisted mask of General Rakish who was in shock. At this moment, the old prophet's fingers were trembling a little. The scene of the death prophecy not long ago echoed in his heart, making the prophet's soul
They all trembled.
Behind the prophet, the great lord in costume stood in the darkness with a cane. He calmly watched Velen's movements in front of him. He already knew the outcome of this game in advance, so he was prepared for everything that the prophet was about to encounter.
Tyrion has his own conjectures, but these are not important! What is really important is that today, he will gain a precious soul.
Velen's soul!
That was the treasure he had been coveting since the first time he met the Prophet in the world of Draenor. After the war against demons in the world of Draenor ended, he wanted to take advantage of that opportunity to bring Velen to the world.
He was strangled on the spot, but was dodged by the well-prepared prophet.
From then on, Tyrion knew that if you want to get the soul of the prophet, you must make complete preparations in advance. For a person who has the ability to see into the future, it is definitely not possible to kill him or get his soul.
A simple thing, as long as there is a slight mistake, it will lead to failure.
Now, after planning for so long, planning so much, and preparing so much, it’s time to harvest the spoils. Is there anything more fulfilling than this?
there is none left!
"hehe"
The high lord let out a deep laugh in the darkness. He looked at Velen's difficult movements and said softly:
"Do you need my help? Look, my friend, the fire of Holy Light that you used to burn poor little Nuri was so hot that it fused his mask with his face. This is very painful.
The process, for flesh and blood creatures, this is the most terrible torture, tsk tsk tsk, I really don’t know how little Nuri survived!"
"Look at what you did, you are really evil! Listen to me, if you want to take off that mask, you'd better use a sharp knife. I have a lot here, if you need it."
"Shut up!"
Tyrion's rambling made the prophet completely explode at this moment, and he threw out a sentence without looking back:
"Don't bother me, I'm doing something important."
"Then you better hurry up!"
Tyrion's voice also became deeper:
"This devil can't last long, if you still want to hear his last words"
Tyrion's "urging" made the prophet's hands tremble even more. Velen had already predicted the result in his heart, but even though he was a prophet who had experienced countless storms, he also hesitated rarely at this moment. Accurately
It is said that he is afraid that as a prophet whose job is to predict the future, he actually begins to fear that his predictions will come true.
The mask that had become cold was difficult to take off, and the prophet rarely did work similar to burying corpses. Looking at his clumsiness, Tyrion couldn't stand it any longer. He waved his finger lightly, and with a sharp touch
A black light blade appeared in his hand. The great lord leaned down and used the light blade to brush the mask on Lakish's face. He circled around the place where the mask merged with the skin. He smoothly removed the mask and then faced Wei.
Lun made a "please" gesture.
Lakish's face and mask were glued together by the scorching fire of the Holy Light. After the mask was taken off, the distorted face looked extremely penetrating, but on the face covered with burns and sores
, you can still vaguely see a face that is 70% similar to Viren's, although the skin on that face has been cracked due to long-term exposure to evil energy, and there is also a touch of green fluorescence shining in the dim eyes.
His breathing was very weak. Just as the great lord said, this Eredar demon was only one step away from death after experiencing the most miserable torture.
"ah"
Viren's fingers touched Lakish's face. The old prophet lowered his head. The high lord could not see his expression, but from his slightly trembling body, the high lord could sense that the prophet in front of him was gradually collapsing.
In his heart, his fingers were very gentle, caressing Lakish's eyes, nose and cheeks covered with blood, just like a real old father caressing his sleeping son.
I was afraid that if I exerted just a little force, my son would wake up from his sweet dream.
"I barely spoke to him"
Velen's voice was hollow, as if he had aged thousands of years at that moment. His usually straight waist collapsed at this moment. He seemed to be talking to himself:
"I left Argus shortly after he was born."
"I entrusted my most trusted lieutenant Talgas to bring my wife and son out of Argus, but he had already taken refuge in Kil'jaeden. When he called me, it was a trap, a Kil'jaeden
Dan and Talgas jointly set up a trap. He told me that my son Nuri and my wife Yara were dead and were killed by him himself."
"Hmm"
Viren's voice choked up at this moment, and his voice became even deeper, almost inaudible:
"Since then, I thought that I had no relatives or family in this world. My people became my only family. I had lost my Nuri and my Yala. I
Can’t lose anymore, can’t lose them again.”
"I sealed Nuri and Yara in the deepest corner of my heart and memory, as if they had never appeared before."
"Hmm"
Velen's fingers touched the wound on General Rakish's cheek, causing General Eredar to groan subconsciously. Holy light immediately surged in the hands of the prophet, trying to save his son, but he was blocked by the quick eyes and quick hands.
The great lord opened it.
"Do you want to execute him?"
Tyrion asked in a deep voice:
"The Holy Light is fatal to him and your son! The Holy Light cannot save him!"
"Ah, yes, the Holy Light cannot save my Nuri."
At this moment, Velen's consciousness became a little dazed due to the shock. Under Tyrion's "kind reminder", he withdrew his hands with some fear, and on Velen's forehead, which was supported by the holy light
The Seal of the Draenei leader also became dim at this moment, as if the holy light no longer shined on the prophet.
The holy light is slowly fading from his body!
"Buzz"
The heart of Holy Light belonging to Naruvolos, placed next to Velen, was buzzing. The weak Naaru seemed to have foreseen the terrible experience of Velen fading away from the Holy Light. The prophet killed Lakish by mistake.
Things have begun to deny themselves in the heart. This is an extremely terrifying thing. Naru hopes to awaken Velen from that kind of collapse.
But before it could make a sound, the great lord's calm voice sounded in Volos's heart:
"I just buried Zella do you want to be the second?"
"Don't want to? Then get out of the way! Don't disturb his confession! Don't let your hands get blood on your hands. The Draenei will not perish. Without Velen, you will get a new future!"
Under the threat of the high lord, the buzzing of Volos' weak Holy Heart of Light slowly subsided, and Tyrion acted like a true good friend. He held the prophet Velen's shoulder with one hand and whispered to him.
:
"I am good at treating this kind of situation. Of course, I believe that you and your son have not seen each other for more than 20,000 to 20,000 years. Maybe we should have a chat first."
As he spoke, the great lord injected a ray of death power into General Eredar's body, delaying his death for a moment. And in the flash of dim light, Lakish temporarily forgot the pain, as if
The child who woke up slowly opened his eyes in the prophet's arms.
The first thing the demon saw was Velen's tear-stained face, and the pain and concern shining in his eyes. Rakish subconsciously wanted to break away from Velen's arms, but was hugged tightly by the prophet.
, Viren was like coaxing a child, he whispered:
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. My Nuri is over. Everything is over. I will cure you. I will protect you. Kil'jaeden, he can't hurt you anymore. I swear he can't.
.”
"But I I hate you!"
Lakish's voice was hoarse like the friction of steel. He closed his eyes and said in a harsh voice:
"I hate you, my mother. She has never blamed you, even if Kil'jaeden imprisoned her in Mac'Aree, even if she eventually died of illness and was alone in 2000, everyone in that world hated her.
Because they hate you, Velen, you betrayed them, their wisest leader, and abandoned their group of cowards, and they transferred their hatred of you to my mother and me."
"But she never blamed you. You're sorry for her! You coward! You're sorry for her!"
Rakish's breathing became rapid, his life had merged with death, and he only had a few seconds left in the world. He grabbed Viren's wrist tightly, and shouted sharply:
"Not everyone is lucky enough to see their origin, your world, die, but I am alive. My birth has been burdened with destruction and death that are unimaginable to ordinary people. My whole life has been to atone for it."
"My whole life, I have been trying to atone for your sins! Velen!"
"Velen, father, you lost! Kil'jaeden defeated you, but I, I am not unhappy, I am at a loss. Velen, my eyes are filled with darkness."
The wrists of this miserable Eredar became weak, and he closed his eyes. Amid Velen's desperate cry like a beast, he said in a voice like a dream:
"Maybe, maybe mother is right"
"Father, see you in hell!"
"No! No!!!"
Velen felt the breath of his son dissipate in his arms. The Seal of Holy Light on the Draenei leader's forehead completely collapsed at this moment. In the scattered weak light spots, the last trace of Holy Light on the prophet's body completely dimmed.
, in this darkness, the last light was completely extinguished.
The next moment, the endless, swarming shadows buried everything in the bone-breaking wails of pain!
"Ah, I love talking to dead people."
Tyrion, standing in the darkness, looked with satisfaction at the completely collapsed Velen in front of him and the corpse in his arms. The ice-blue eyes of the great lord shone with a glimmer of crystal light in the darkness, and he said to himself
explain:
"The cemetery is not a place of end, it is a place of rebirth. No matter how rotten the corpse is, there is still a trace of life in it. Just a slight hook is enough to revive the soul of the dead!"
