The ghost murmured to himself: "My name is Tirion Fordring. Strange, why don't I remember it at all?"
Khadgar pretended to be calm and said regretfully: "I don't know why you became like this. It must be the Iron Tribe. Fortunately, they have been destroyed."
The ghost was still a little suspicious and muttered: "I remember the Iron Tribe, but there is no trace of the Silver Crusade in my memory?"
"It was the Lich King Arthas who destroyed the Silver Crusade. It was a painful memory that was unbearable to look back on." Khadgar looked sympathetic.
The ghost looked more and more confused. Cardega took a step forward and continued to carefully test:
"Fording, have you forgotten light and justice? We made an agreement before to challenge evil together and fill the world with light."
The ghost seemed to regard Khadgar as a friend. He stepped forward and patted Khadgar on the shoulder:
"Although I don't remember my life experience, I remember light and justice. Naruk Ulay represents justice in the world. Let us join hands to protect him."
Khadgar was stunned for a moment, nodded and said:
"I am willing to protect Naaru with you. By the way, how is K'ure now?"
The ghost said sadly: "His condition is very bad. I'm worried that he will disappear at any time. Khadgar, let us help K'ure through the final journey of his life."
Khadgar really wanted to get rid of the ghost and find K'urei, but unfortunately the ghost's sincere invitation forced him to temporarily follow him and get into the interior of the spacecraft.
The long corridor is made of the same material as the walls, like amethyst that is magically smooth.
After following the ghost through several turns, Khadgar found that he was lost. The corridors were crisscrossed and complex like a maze.
In a low and narrow room, the ghost slipped into a piece of crystal and disappeared. The surrounding walls were as smooth as a mirror, and the door could not be found.
Khadgar scratched his head, not knowing what to do. The room was filled with chaotic magical energy. In this case, casting spells would be very risky. Khadgar did not dare to try it easily. The magic crystal showed
The clear image is exactly the mountainside where the two met just now.
"Let me stay here?" Khadgar didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He tried his best to gain the trust of the ghost, but imprisoned himself.
Khadgar found a chair and sat down, staring at the image of the magic crystal carefully, believing that there would be changes soon.
The Land of Ecstasy, a strange place in Nagrand that resembles a mass grave, with scattered corpses everywhere.
Hellscream showed sympathy: "Velan has gone too far. Archbishop Hatmas has known him for tens of thousands of years, and should have formed a deep friendship, but Velen not only killed him, but even cleaned up for him.
The bones refused to be mixed with the bones of the orc slaves."
It was difficult to find Archbishop Hartmas among the countless skeletons. Durotan thought for a long time and ordered people to collect the bones together. The light-forged orcs worked together to use holy light to purify.
After being baptized by the Holy Light, the bones of the Draenei are stronger than the bones of ordinary orcs. Under the terrible holy light, countless bones were turned into ashes, leaving only a dozen Draenei bones.
Blooming in the holy light.
Blackhand was very envious and said with a smile: "They are indeed the skeletons of the Draenei. Even the Holy Light cannot evolve. It's a pity these fine bones are there."
Just when Durotan ordered the destruction of the Draenei skeletons, a dark wind suddenly rolled in, the sky quickly became overcast, and a dark mist enveloped the Land of Ecstasy.
"Who disturbed our sleep?"
A dozen Draenei ghosts walked out of the mist. The leader of the ghosts was tall, holding a scepter in his hand, and his appearance was somewhat similar to Velen.
Some orc soldiers did not believe in evil and raised their axes to chop at the Draenei skeletons. Suddenly a dark wind blew, and the orc soldiers were swept into the mist and disappeared.
A tentacled shadow appeared behind Durotan, and the leading ghost just glanced at him. Durotan felt cold all over and was unable to cast magic.
"Your Excellency, are you Archbishop Hasmat?" Durotan asked in a neither humble nor condescending tone.
Ghost's eyes were cold and he said calmly: "Yes, I am Archbishop Hasmat."
Durotan secretly screamed something bad and whispered: "You are Archbishop Hasmat, who is the ghost in Washugune?"
Hellscream looked embarrassed. If it hadn't been for his wrong analysis, no one would have fallen into this situation.
Archbishop Hasmat showed a strange smile: "You want to know who he is?"
Durotan nodded.
"He is Prophet Velen!" Hasmat laughed.
"What, Seer Velen?"
Durotan was shocked, but at the same time he thought it was reasonable.
According to legend, the prophet Velen sacrificed himself to purify Nalukara, which Durotan did not believe.
Narukala has been incarnated as the Dark Star for hundreds of years. If Velen wanted to save her, he would have figured out a way long ago without sacrificing himself.
It was expected that Velen died for another reason, but he never expected that after his death, he would turn into a ghost guarding Washugu.
"Who turned Velen's soul into that state?" Durotan asked in a trembling voice.
Hasmat smiled: "Smart orcs, you should be able to think of who hates Velen the most and who happens to have this ability?"
Durotan sat on the ground and thought hard, but couldn't find the answer.
Hasmat added: "This guy Viren is weird. He has never forgotten who he is."
Everyone looked surprised that they were deceived by Velen. Hasmat continued:
"I guess what he is planning. He wants to take a Draenei body and return to the world. Unfortunately, Velen has long banned the Draenei from approaching Washugu."
Durotan's expression changed greatly after hearing this: "No, the Lightforged Draenei have defected to the ogres, and Kor'gall is going to cause serious trouble."
Hasmat became anxious after hearing this: "Are you telling the truth?"
"It's absolutely true." Durotan said firmly.
Hasmat was pacing back and forth in a hurry: "Lead the way, we will rush to Washugu immediately. We must not let Velen come back to life."
Cho'gall led a hundred Lightforged Draenei and returned to Mount O'Shugu in high spirits.
One of the draenei said: "Lord Kor'gall, I have no intention of offending. Hundreds of years ago, Prophet Velen strictly prohibited us from approaching Washugu. This is a restricted area for the draenei."
Kogar glared and shouted domineeringly:
"Now that I am your master, Velen's order is invalid."
The draenei had no choice but to retreat, and Cho'gall swaggered into the heart of the mountain.
Khadgar discovered Cho'gall and his party from the magic crystal, especially the one hundred lightcast draenei behind him, each one as bright as a small sun.
"Look who's here?"
The ghost emerged from the magic gem. Although his face was still unclear, he did not hide the excitement in his words.
"It's Cho'gall, and the lovely Lightforged Draenei."
Khadgar looked at the ghost in surprise: "You recognize Cho'gall."
The ghost chuckled and said: "Not only do I know Korgall, but I also know you, Medivh's disciple, the Archmage Khadgar."
Khadgar panicked, stood up and asked, "Who are you?"