The demons that besieged Sha'tar City finally retreated. The huge fleet that carried them to Azeroth to die has been damaged by more than half in various bad events, and the remaining half of the demon planet has been destroyed.
Seeing that something was wrong, the ship turned around and fled Azeroth as quickly as possible, like a completely frightened beast.
They never want to come to this famous evil world again.
It's a pity that the demons who fled Azeroth in starships forgot to take away their compatriots who were fighting endlessly on the ground battlefield before leaving, or they simply didn't think of this at all. In short, in the sky
After the evil fleet disappeared, the demons on the ground quickly entered a state of collapse.
Although they still have an advantage in numbers, although Sha'tar's coalition forces are exhausted, and although the Dead Sea Fleet belonging to the undead side has long since disappeared under the icy sea, facing the embarrassing situation of losing support, in Tar
After Lord Garth died in battle, these leaderless demons were unwilling to show their invincibility. After a stalemate for dozens of minutes, the large group of demons fled towards the mountains in the northern part of the Borean Tundra.
The coalition forces defending Sha'tar are unable to catch up. In short, it is foreseeable that in the next few decades, these demons scattered on the continent of Northrend will definitely disturb the order of the continent. However, Northren
Deben is a bitter and cold place in Azeroth. Everything that happens here is not paid much attention by the civilized world, so this battle can be regarded as a great victory.
Well, barely!
But after the fierce battle, on the battlefield, compared to the reinforcements of other races who were happily cleaning the battlefield, the Draenei garrison officers who were the main force guarding Sha'tar City had not yet been able to
Just as I was relieved, I received extremely bad news.
The absolute leader of the draenei and the spiritual leader of the exiles, Prophet Velen, has disappeared.
The first one to get the news was the great garrison officer Maraad who rushed back from the battlefield. The garrison officer didn't even have time to change out of his armor that was stained with blood and battle scars before he rushed into Sha'tar City to help.
In the high tower, he saw another Grand Vindicator, Ms. Vihari, who was being rescued by more than a dozen priests. This extremely brave and demon-hating woman, who also had a tragic past, was outside the Seat of Naaru.
was found in a pool of blood.
It is said that she was stabbed 37 times, her whole body was covered with blood, and her torn armor was full of evil energy infection. On the battlefield beside her, there were nearly 50 demons hacked to death by her sword. If
If Jaina, the queen of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, was not passing by that neighborhood, I am afraid that Vihari Vindicator would have died tragically on the battlefield due to excessive blood loss.
The human mages who then rushed into the Seat of Naaru discovered the 24 chosen people of the Holy Light who followed Vihari Vindicator and Prophet Velen to rescue Naruvolos. Unfortunately, all those loyal warriors of the Holy Light died in the battle.
In the dark hall, they seemed to have gone through the most terrifying death battle before dying. On the battlefield of Naaru's Seat, the mages also discovered a powerful evil mecha detonated by the holy light, and Naruvolos.
The shattered body of Holy Light.
“Finally, there’s this”
Sorcerer Jaina was a little sad, and handed a crystal staff stained with evil energy to Grand Vindicator Maraad. This staff was decorated with several crystals filled with holy light, and a wisp of ancient simplicity.
Red tassel pendant, every draenei recognizes this staff, it is called the Redeemer, it is the treasure of the prophet Velen, and it is also the weapon that the prophet never leaves his hand.
"How is this possible!"
Maraad took the staff, and he saw the shocking blood stains on the staff, which seemed to represent the tragic fate of the holder of the staff.
The chief garrison officer was a little excited. He looked at the ** division in front of him and asked:
"Where is the prophet? You have not found him or are his"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Maraad."
King Arthas, who was standing behind Jaina, took a step forward and said to the great garrison with a sad face:
"I went to confirm that in the hall of Naru's Seat, there were traces left after the bombardment of extremely large holy light spells, as well as the residual atmosphere of fierce battles. One of the parties should be a powerful demon, Naruwo.
Los was probably also destroyed by the demon. As for the prophet, he probably died together with the demon lord in order to protect the city."
"No! No!"
Maraad staggered and took a step back. This tough Holy Light Warrior seemed unwilling to believe the result. He shook his head and stubbornly shouted:
"Prophet Velen will not die like this. He is such a powerful person, he is such a tough leader, he has led us to fight among the stars for twenty-five thousand years! He has never given up, he will not, he will not just die like this.
Dead! I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it! I want to see it, I want to see it with my own eyes!”
As he spoke, the Grand Vindicator pushed away the guarding Paladin and rushed towards the Seat of the Naaru. Arthas wanted to stop the emotionally unstable Vindicator, but was stopped by his wife.
Jaina looked at the back of Maraad leaving, then looked back at Vihari who was being rescued by the priests, and sighed:
"Let him go, Alsace, Lord Velen's status in the hearts of the Draenei. This bad news is likely to cause a turmoil. However, speaking of it, perhaps we should pay more attention to something else.
one person."
Gianna looked at her husband and said seriously:
"The last General Turayan who returned in a critical moment was proven to be a fake. That fraud left a terrible disaster to the human empire. This time, another General Turayan has returned to Azeroth. Can you
Are you sure he's authentic?"
Facing his wife's doubts, the Paladin King nodded:
"There shouldn't be any problems this time. The existence of the Holy Light Legion has been proven a long time ago. What's more, this time there is the return of the Archbishop of Chaldea. This is really an unexpected surprise. After experiencing
After so many disasters, the Holy Light has finally begun to protect us believers again."
"Buzz"
In the portal hall of Sha'tar City, accompanied by the constant buzzing of magic power fluctuations, warriors and supporters from various civilizations kept coming and going in the hall. Although the battle to defend Sha'tar City has ended,
The troubles that follow a war have just begun.
Those injured warriors need to be sent back to their respective countries, and the remains of those who died in the war need to be collected, as well as some important trophies collected on the battlefield. Especially in this battle, several demon starships were shot down.
, this is a weapon that makes every force covet. As for the subsequent distribution of these things, the forces united because of the demon invasion will not achieve any results without several months of wrangling.
In this busy hall, a Chaldean priest wearing a white robe and a tired face stood there nervously. It stands to reason that he has experienced strong winds and waves, and has even seen ancient gods as a mortal.
A guy who has traveled through outer space should not show such an expression of worry about gains and losses, but after truly gaining spiritual freedom, the urgent desire in his heart still makes him a little restless.
He is waiting for the arrival of the most important person in his life.
"Buzz"
There was another slight wave of magic power. In the portal in front of the Chaldean priest, several figures slowly emerged in the light blue light. The first one that appeared in Chaldea's eyes was wearing a suit of light armor.
Carrying a special-shaped sword on his back, the King of Stormwind Kingdom, His Majesty Varian Wrynn, has not been seen for several months.
The king, known as the "Gladiator", seemed to be in a good mood. Although there were white spots in his black hair due to the complicated domestic affairs, he was very energetic. The domestic reform situation
Things are going great, especially after the Seaport of the Kingdom of Stormwind's Shining Plains successfully squeezed into the large trade area of the South China Sea Route, and the form of reform can be said to be rapid.
When he saw Chaldea, His Majesty Varian walked out of the portal and strode forward and gave his archbishop a warm hug. Varian patted Chaldea hard on the back:
"Welcome back! Chaldean Bishop welcome back! My brother."
"The news that you died in Ulduar made the whole country very sad, but I believe that a guy like you will not die so easily."
Varian laughed and patted Chaldea on the shoulder, and said loudly:
"I don't even allow them to hold a funeral for you, because I believe you will come back! You old dog who always works miracles! You didn't let me down again!"
"Yes, yes, I am back, my lord!"
Chaldea was also moved by His Majesty Varian's unabashed joy and enthusiasm. Although in the earliest days, he chose to support all Varian's reforms in order to satisfy the ancient god Xalatath's desire for chaos.
However, several years of continuous cooperation have indeed made Chaldea and Varian become friends. Now, after their hearts are free, this friendship becomes extremely precious.
"Ah, I won't say any more! My brother."
Varian winked at Chaldea:
"I'll go see the battlefield first. I heard that the real Turalyon has also returned. In addition, take a few days to rest and spend time with your family, and then go back to work in New Stormwind City! You have been absent from work for too long, Archbishop, and now the country's faith
The floor is almost in chaos, and I need someone as capable as you! Well, I won’t disturb the reunion between you and your little lover.”
When the king said this, he suddenly approached Chaldea and lowered his voice:
"She was a truly good woman. When the news of your death came, she almost ended her own life. She stubbornly wanted to go to another world to be with you so as not to let her down."
After saying that, the open-minded and cheerful king strode out of the teleportation hall under the protection of the guards. Then what appeared in front of Chaldea was being supported by several old ladies. Because of his big belly, he was walking
Difficult expectant mother, Miss Millie.
Chaldea looked at the little woman in front of her who was holding her belly and moving forward. Miss Milly was not the kind of beautiful lady. Her height was also a bit disappointing. A pregnant lady also looked sloppy. She
She didn't tidy up her hair, letting her long hair hang loosely behind her, but that didn't matter.
In the eyes of the archbishop, this silly woman who saved him from the dark hell seemed to be filled with a kind of warmth, a halo that was warmer and softer than the holy light of his faith.
The archbishop recalled the story of the two people's stumbling blocks in the past. In those dark years, Miss Milly's existence was almost the only flash of warmth in Chaldea's cold memory. In every dark era, there is such a slight hint of warmth.
Confused and cowardly creatures, in the darkest moments, are unwilling to give up all hope and try to save everything in their own clumsy ways. Their persistence and efforts will always create real miracles.
Miss Milly rescued her husband and freed Chaldea from the abyss that was more terrifying than death. She did something that many strong men could not do. She defeated death or in other words, she touched death.
.
"They all said you were dead"
Miss Milly, who was holding her belly and looking uncomfortable, still had traces of crying on her face, but in this crowded place, she didn't want to embarrass her husband, so she pretended to be strong, raised her head, and looked at
She found her lost husband, she smiled hard and said:
"But I don't believe it. I have never believed that my husband is like this."
Before the stupid Miss Milly finished speaking, she was held in Chaldea's arms tightly. This was almost the first time that Chaldea released her feelings so calmly in public.
, and Miss Milly could also feel that tears were oozing out of her husband's eyes buried on her shoulders. This was the first time that he shed tears so wantonly.
"Okay, it's all over, be good."
Miss Milly's expression became very gentle at this moment, like a mother comforting her child. She gently stroked Chaldea's back and said softly:
"Everything will be fine. Welcome back, father of my child."
"I will never leave you again."
Chaldea said to his little idiot wife:
"Never again. Nothing can separate us anymore. Whether it's death or the Holy Light, nothing can stop us. In a few days, let's get married and let those precepts go to hell!"
"You are my most important belief"
—
"We can't go back."
In the ward of the treatment hall in Sha'tar City, Turalyon, with dull eyes, was lying on the hospital bed. Beside him, Old Fordring, one of the five great knights of the original Silver Hand, was standing there, worried.
Looking at his old brother, not far away, after hearing the news, the leader of the Order came quietly, Saidan Dathro Hanru, who is also one of the five great knights, but has now become a death knight.
Sculpture-like leaning against the wall.
"When the Holy Light dies, it dies before our eyes."
"There is no hope. All hope is gone."
Hearing Turalyon's confused words, Old Fordring frowned. He looked at Dathrohan behind him and asked in a low voice:
"What's wrong with Turalyon? He's obviously still alive, healthy, and his soul is still intact, but have you ever seen anything like this?"
Death Knight Dathrohan shook his head. He looked at Turalyon lying on the hospital bed with his cold eyes, mumbling like a madman. He said in a hoarse voice:
"No, I haven't seen it, but I can probably guess it."
"His soul was shocked and his faith was on the verge of collapse."
"Not just him, but the entire Holy Knights of the Legion of Light seem to be in this situation, probably related to that Zela."
