Two hundred and fifty-four chapters: Forced Palace III
Robbie raised his hands to signal everyone not to be impulsive.
"Do you mean to surrender?" Samuelson looked at Robbie sarcastically.
"Actually, I am a paladin."
Robbie's face was extremely solemn, and the holy radiance flowed on the surface of his skin:
"In the North County Monastery, the instructor, Brother Samuel, taught me that the Scourge of the Undead is our enemy at any time. I have not forgotten the destruction of Lordaeron, nor have I forgotten the duties of the Paladin. That day I was in Ambo
I was walking in the village and sensed an evil force of the undead. My duty as a paladin left me with no choice. I rushed into the Truna Astrology Station, saw my enemy, and rushed forward with passion..."
Samuelson interrupted Robbie and said coldly: "So you admitted that you had a conflict with Chief Ner'zhul, and I will now charge you with destroying the peace..."
"General, please listen to me." Robbie interrupted him unceremoniously: "I admit that there was a battle with Ner'zhul, but it was not Ner'zhul, the chief of the Shadowmoon clan, but the Lich.
King Ner'zhul."
"What nonsense are you talking about? The Lich King Ner'zhul has been dead for a long time. How could he appear in Draenor?" Samuelson roared.
"Who knows? Maybe a certain bronze dragon is naughty again, or maybe the Lich King Ner'zhul is not dead at all. Anyway, no one saw it with his own eyes. I revisited my old place and missed my hometown. Maybe I had a private meeting with Ruel.
"Kan, something inappropriate for children happened, and then gave birth to a litter of little lichs." Robbie stared at Samuelson and said seriously: "General, as long as you invite Ner'zhul, the chief of the Shadowmoon clan, and confront him, we will
I can prove that what I said is true. The truth of the matter is that the real Ner'zhul has been replaced, and the one who leads the Shadowmoon clan now is the Lich King Ner'zhul."
"Asshole, you are talking nonsense, this is not evidence at all."
"General, you also have no evidence to prove that I am lying." Robbie decided to go rogue to the end.
Samuelson turned around and looked at Viren coldly: "Prophet, it's your turn to stand up and tell the truth."
It would be troublesome for Velen to testify. After all, he was a highly respected prophet. Robbie quickly choked him back with words: "Prophet Velen can't tell the difference between Ner'zhul. He can't even tell the truth from false prophecies."
When Robbie saw the prophet's face suddenly turned white, and the wrinkles on his face deepened, he murmured: "The Holy Light is with us. Not all wanderers have lost themselves. I met Chief Ner'zhul."
, he is a kind and loyal old orc..."
"But he bit off your arm, right?" Robbie mocked. Although the Holy Light repaired Velen's arm, it didn't look as coordinated as before.
Velen's expression changed after hearing this. He hesitated for a while, but still said stubbornly: "Although he bit off my arm, it cannot change Chief Ner'zhul's yearning for peace..."
"Chief Ner'zhul has captured many draenei, and they will all be sacrificed to the Shadowmoon clan."
Velen's face turned gray and he said with increasing confidence: "That is just a necessary sacrifice. It is a price that must be paid for peace. It cannot prevent the friendship between the Shadowmoon Clan and the Draenei."
Robbie finally understood why the Draenei, who mastered interstellar technology, were defeated by the orcs, a backward indigenous people, and were almost wiped out. With a leader like Velen, it would be strange that the Draenei were not massacred.
How the orcs defeated the draenei, with a battle ax and a dash of dark magic.
As a powerful race capable of interstellar travel, it has even mastered the mysterious jump technology. Even if it does not invent star destroyers, anti-matter light cannons, at least fighter jets, tanks, etc., right? To take a step back, even if it is a competition of physical strength,
The Draenei who possess the Holy Light and are physically strong are no worse than the orcs who drank the blood of Maronos.
There is only one answer to why the Draenei in Outland were defeated. Velen, the leader of the Draenei, is a big idiot. His stubbornness almost tied the hands of the Draenei and allowed the orcs to come and kill.
The tragic experience of the draenei seems to be a historical necessity.
Robbie sneered:
"Velen, you are lost. You don't know how evil the Lich King Ner'zhul is. Do you want to go against the entire continent of Azeroth? Do you want the Draenei to become the destroyers of the world? You want to
Destroy the world?"
Wei Lun was finally speechless. This complicated situation made him confused.
"The Holy Light will guide us on the way forward." Velen could only say this.
"You said that the leader of the Shadowmoon clan is the Lich King Ner'zhul. What evidence do you have?" Samuelson asked unwillingly: "If you can't provide evidence, then it is slander. You are slandering a peace-loving great man.
Chief."
Evidence? Robbie is just making a random excuse. What evidence is there?
At this moment, Kel'Thuzad took a step forward and said loudly: "I have evidence."
Kel'Thuzad took out a few pieces of broken ice. Although they were just ice shards, the biting cold air was pressing. The surrounding temperature dropped a lot. It was harder than diamond. Kel'Thuzad said solemnly: "The Burning Legion came from the twisted
The ice cubes collected from the void are used to imprison the evil soul of the Lich King Ner'zhul. This is a small part of it."
Samuelson's expression changed, and he quickly took a few steps back. Although he didn't recognize the ice that twisted the void, he was frightened by the cold and evil atmosphere in it, and asked in a trembling voice:
"Arch Mage Vargas, may I ask where these evil ice cubes come from?"
Kel'Thuzad had just released a powerful energy. Samuelson felt his surging power, and his tone was naturally much more polite. A great mage who could match Velen's strength deserved respect.
Kel'Thuzad once entered Draenor and came into contact with the Lich King Ner'zhul. He smiled and said:
"Of course I got it from the leader of the Shadowmoon Clan, the Lich King Ner'zhul. I have been hunting down the Lich King Ner'zhul for many years, but it's a pity that he blended into this timeline and replaced the Shadowmoon Clan's
Chief."
Kel'Thuzad was by no means a simple character. He always told lies. Samuelson knew that there was something wrong with it, but he didn't know how to refute it. After all, he had produced genuine evidence.
Yrel pushed aside the crowd, walked out, and said loudly: "I prove that the current chief of the Shadowmoon Clan is the Lich King Ner'zhul. I once sneaked into Shazgul and saw Ner'zhul's true face with my own eyes. He
It's a lich."
Go, what kind of drama is this? Robbie felt very surprised. He just said it casually. He didn't expect to inadvertently insert the evidence of Kel'Thuzad and Yrel as a witness, and inadvertently revealed Ner'zhul's identity.
Really.
This is an excellent opportunity. Robbie snorted coldly: "Samuelson, is the Dove of Peace going to collude with the Lich King Ner'zhul? Are you going to destroy Azeroth?"
Samuelson trembled after hearing this. This crime was too big.
Destroy the world. The Dove of Peace has used this charge to slander many powerful beings. Now that it has fallen upon itself, it feels that this charge is too heavy.
Samuelson looked at the fifty Ashland elite soldiers accompanying him and felt the hostile eyes.
The Dove of Peace could never bear this stigma. Samuelson rolled his eyes, took it into consideration, pointed at the prophet Velen and said loudly: "Velen, you deceived us, you colluded with the Lich King Ner'zhul, you want to