"Beware of the Protoss Arbitrator named Duran." Augustus was thinking a lot and became wary. He leaned forward to the left and turned to Sarah Kerrigan on the seat next to him.
Now, Augustus has every reason to suspect that it was Duran who ordered a group of Supreme Council guards to attack the human revolutionary army in Antioch. Duran is an extremely cunning figure, and betrayal is just a matter of pleasure to him.
Because the master he was loyal to was always the fallen Xel'Naga Amon.
Duran will create peace and prosperity for his own purposes, or bring division and war, depending on whether this furthers his plan to resurrect Aemon.
If this is the case, Augustus would like to kill Duran now.
"Sarah, don't miss any of his moves."
"Understood." Kerrigan just nodded. Her body in the tight-fitting blue and white ghost combat uniform was as straight as a bow that opened and closed, and the muscle fiber coat that was closely attached to her skin flashed with blue electric wave light.
arc.
"I will keep an eye on him...and I won't let you leave my sight."
"This is not easy, my dear." Augustus was wary of Duran, but it would not show on his expression. He then found Atanis, who was sitting not far away, and asked him about
This executive's perspective.
"Dulan...I have never heard of an arbiter with this name." Artanis carefully glanced at Duran who put on his hood again and sat down, looking at his figure hidden in the shadows.
A pair of golden eyes: "I can't feel his presence in Kara either."
"This... this must be because I am still young and know too little about the elders of the Arbitrator class. That may also just mean that compared to my beloved teacher Tassadar, I am not yet qualified to execute
Official position..."
For a moment, Artanis once again fell into a state of self-doubt, but this negative emotion did not affect him. The young executive inspired to become a great protoss leader like Tassadar.
And use this to constantly push yourself.
"Don't say that, Artanis, I dare say that even Aldaris is probably confused right now." Augustus joked.
"Look at the way those arbitrators are whispering in private. They are probably talking about who this guy is, who dug him out of the coffin, and who should bury him back."
"I'm confused too," Renault complained.
Just opposite the circular arbitration court, the arbitrators in gorgeous robes were indeed exchanging glances with each other as Augustus and others saw. They were far from calm. The El Stars could
Communication on a spiritual level and poetic expression are carried out through Kara, but the arbitrators are more accustomed to hiding their own thoughts.
Perhaps in the images of these arbitrators, this arbitrator named Duran is uncharacteristically too radical and unpredictable. However, due to the qualifications and prestige of this arbitrator in the Supreme Council, there are probably no other arbitrators.
Members of the Assembly dared to stop him and told him that he had better say less.
"...What you said makes sense." Artanis agreed seriously - apart from that, he didn't know how to answer the question at all. He moved uneasily, his huge white-gold shoulders
A almost hit Renault's head.
"Arbitrators, please listen to me." At this time, Tassadar had decided to end the dispute between Duran and Tassadar.
"We have obtained sufficient evidence to prove that the Dark Templars in court all belong to a Dark Templar organization called the Fist of Orega. Their leader Orega is the mastermind of all assassination plots.
Messengers and planners," he said.
"The Sargas Templars are tracking the clues of the Dark Templar Orega and his followers' activities in Aiur. No matter how superb their skills in hiding in light and shadow are, they will not always be able to escape justice."
"How long will it take? Is it the time of a sunshine cycle or the time of thousands of suns rising and setting? Tassadar, the Arbitrator class has always trusted the Templars, but what they are waiting for is perfunctory and delaying time."
It is another arbitrator, and his spiritual voice can also be said to be extremely vicissitudes of life.
The arbiter was wearing the Yala tribe-style clothing of the arbiter class. The red robe was bright and gorgeous, studded with star-like jewels, and a strange, in Augustus' view, a funny high pointed hat.
Covering those eyes that emit blue light, they look like a new brown Scottish riding boot.
The light blue halo and halo composed of psychic energy waveforms are surrounding the back of the Arbitrator, making the rows of columns and polished metal statues behind him shine even more brilliantly. The sunlight is shining from the transparent crystal of the open dome of the Arbitrator's Court.
Scattered, like a waterfall of light, this glorious and magnificent scene is like an angel descending to the world.
Every relief and mural here is to depict the scene when the Xel'Naga came to El to enlighten the protoss, but it also depicts the scene of the Xel'Naga leaving in the world ship before the catastrophe.
After that, the sad and angry protoss tribes launched a fierce and bloody civil war.
To this day, the arbitrators of the Supreme Council of the Protoss still use this to remind themselves that history will warn the protoss and remind them not to repeat the same mistakes.
However, since the emergence of the Zerg, the Protoss Empire has been on the verge of division and civil war several times. The Arbiter class headed by the Supreme Council represents the old position of the Protoss Empire, while the Templar class led by Tassadar
Fight against it.
"If you need a deadline, then..." Tassadar said after a pause.
"It's not what we need, it's what the people of the Protoss Empire need." The gorgeously dressed Arbitrator interrupted Tassadar out of anger. Such rude behavior is not common among the Protoss. But with the fall of Aiur
, the entire protoss society is immersed in sorrow and anger.
"The Dark Templar are wielding their knives against the protoss on Aiur, but our most outstanding Templar told me that we should wait." He said loudly: "Are we still going to sit back and watch our people suffer from evil again?
Are the Dark Templar harmed?"
"Remember your responsibilities. You are the Templar, the executive of the Protoss Empire, the guardian of Aiur, the son of Adun and the guardian of the people. You uphold justice, be humble, open up the territory, defend the empire, and be loyal to
People. Tassadar, you are not a Dark Templar!"
"What we should have heard was a guarantee or the head of the culprit."
"And that will come true," Tassadar shot back immediately.
"We can't wait until that time. If you meditate in Kara and listen to the thoughts and sorrows in it, you will understand that the hostility of the eldest son of God towards the Dark Templar is rising with a series of recent events."
The arbitrator said:
"We and our people fear the Dark Templar because we have been taught to the Firstborn of God that those deviants who abandoned Kara are evil and will bring destruction."
"And now, as expected, a Dark Templar has done that." He continued: "If this continues, the eldest son of God and the Dark Templar will fall into a vendetta, and disaster will strike again."
"That is, we trust you again and give you time to arrest the Dark Templar named Orega - just like we did during the final battle of El. And you can guarantee that such cruel acts will be
Won’t it be terminated?”
"..." Tassadar was speechless. No one could guarantee that someone like Orega would not appear among the Dark Templars.
Grain Rabbit
"Leave, just like we discussed before." The other arbiter had an almost exaggerated attire, and his tall hat seemed to be surrounded by three small suns surrounding each other.
"We are grateful for the sacrifices made by the Dark Templar for Aiur, and vow to put aside the past, and regard the Dark Templar as our kinsmen who share life and death. However, before greater conflicts and disasters break out, the Dark Templar must
They must leave Ayr and return to their hometown."
Before the Battle of Aiur, the Protoss Empire had been sending expeditionary fleets to search for the home of the Dark Templar, hoping to catch them all. This shows that the conflict between them is not just as simple as hating each other.
If it weren't for the matriarch who leads the Sagulas Protoss Clan, a great figure who rules her people with maternal tenderness and laughs off past hatreds, it would not be impossible for these two factions of protoss to fall into eternal war.
.
"Of course, we will do that." Before Tassadar could speak, Zeratul answered on behalf of the Dark Templar: "Even if you don't say that."
"Zeratu! Without you, we have lost our best friend and helper who share life and death." Tassadar immediately persuaded Zeratul through face-to-face spiritual communication.
Augustus once persuaded Tassadar and his followers to follow Zeratul to Sargulath or find a new home in the Koprulu sector. However, Tassadar did not hesitate.
He refused, insisting on staying in Aiur, planning to clear out the zerg on the planet to regain his homeland, and was unwilling to leave until then.
"Tassadar and Zeratul are only returning to Sagulath temporarily, which does not mean that they will not come back in the future." Augustus said to Tassadar: "The Supreme Council has not issued an order not to allow the Dark Templar to enter Ai.
Your ban.”
"Cunning man." Both Zeratul and Tassadar burst into laughter deep in Augustus's heart.
"Just do it." Tassadar announced his decision to the members of the Supreme Council on the opposite side: "The Dark Templar will leave Aiur."
"Yes, that's how it should be." The members of the Supreme Council all let out one after another a heartfelt voice of surprise, as if they were glad to have finally sent away a god of plague.
"Identification."
"Tassadar, we did not misjudge you."
"Extremely wise."
"Arden is watching you."
"Casper bless El."
"I thought that based on this battle, they would still be arguing about this for seven or eight hours." Augustus breathed a sigh of relief: "The result is just for such a trivial matter, I should have said it earlier. Without Carla, the Star Spirit
Can’t you talk properly?”
"...Very good, the problem is solved." Raynor was also overjoyed. He was an upright and kind-hearted person and did not want to see the protoss killing each other.
It seems that there are not that many conflicts between the two parties. Once the Dark Templar leaves, they will probably be able to get back together.
At the same time, the reconciliation between the protoss also meant that Raynor finally had the opportunity to go home and see his parents, wife and children. Thinking of his wife Elizabeth and son John, he was so happy that he almost hugged Artanis next to him and kissed him.
"You...what are you going to do, uh..." Just when Renault was thinking this, Artanis felt the rude and offensive thoughts in his heart:
"James Renaud...Friend James, what are you going to do?"
"I love you so much, Artanis," Raynor yelled.
"..." Artanis was indifferent.
"Everyone is happy except for one person." At this time, Kerrigan pushed her sexy red lips in one direction.
That direction was the seat of the arbiter known as Duran. When Augustus looked there, he stood up, closed his robe and walked slowly towards the wide corridor of the circular court.
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In Augustus's cold eyes, Duran looked as frail as a dying old man. His body functions had been so weakened that he could not even discern the direction.
"Something's wrong." Augustus frowned with gray eyebrows: "... Something is very wrong."
Augustus stared closely at Duran's fading voice, suddenly raised his head and looked at the magnificent dome of the Arbiter's Court that was scattering golden sunlight, and then looked around.
Behind the wide cloisters and parliament seats stood parliamentary guards wearing red robes and golden armor. They were holding long-handled battle axes, shields or sharp swords. The blades of the spears were perfectly arranged, with a solemn and solemn aura.
Coming at you.
There are no ceremonial showpieces among the protoss. Those who can stand here are all the most courageous warriors in the protoss empire. They have guarded the temple and the court for generations, symbolizing the judgment of the empire's laws.
"What's going on?" Renault patted Artanis' shining breastplate, and suddenly turned to stare at Augustus' serious expression. Almost at this moment, he pulled out his pistol and leaned towards Augustus.
All.
Augustus just stared at Duran's figure gradually disappearing into the darkness without saying a word.
"Ah!" As soon as Renault finished speaking, a sharp scream made all the protoss and humans present look over.
At one of the seats of the Supreme Council members, an arbitrator in red robes was holding his head high, and a cold, green curved light war blade was coming out of his bulging chest, and the deep liquid flowing out
The purple blood freezes on one side and evaporates on the other.
"Dark Templar!" Augustus shouted: "Are they from Orega? How could they get in?"