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"Prophet, Holy Light voters are rushing to Naru from various places. The city is too messy now, and they need some time to solve the trouble at hand."

In the center of the city of Shattar City, on the road to the seat of Naru, the veteran Vihari holding the sword shield slashed the demon in front of him, and said to the prophet Velen behind him:

"The Grand Guard of Marard is defending the defense line outside the city. He hopes to accompany you, but..."

"I can understand that the current situation is really not optimistic."

On the streets full of smoke and war, the prophet holding the redeemer's staff waved his hands, and a burning arrow of light was thrown from his palm, burning the twisted and brutal demons in front of him. Ashes, these **** from the stars have lost their leaders, but their number is still alarming, and the loss of control of the demons obey the inner rolling desire to destroy, will make them more aggressive.

"This demon war is too weird. Our soldiers have not been fully prepared, but fortunately, there are reinforcements from other civilizations that have helped our city escape this disaster."

Velen looked around the city, the fireworks floating in the small alleys, and the destroyed buildings on the edge of the street. Among the ruins, there were draenei bodies, but more were the demons killed. .

Those Eredas, their bodies are exactly the same as the draenei, except for the fiery red skin covered with herpes and scars, the cheeks with cracks filled with evil energy, even after death, Their eyes are full of vicious light...they still maintain the image they used to live in the world of Argus. Unfortunately, what exists under that shell is already a completely demon soul.

The orthodox Eredars have been extinct. The draenei, known as the exiles, are the last defenders of this once glorious civilization, which is really ironic.

"But as long as our people are still there, there is still hope. The city is destroyed and can be rebuilt. The people, the people are the most important."

The prophet whispered, in the eyes of this draenei leader, a flash of anger fluttered at all times, and when Vihari repulsed a spooky destructive demon with a shield, the propeller's hand shining with brilliant light was fierce The ground waved forward, and a sharp sword of holy light whistled across the air. The light blade formed by the extreme compression of the real holy light easily cut the body of the horrible demon, and in the wail of the destructive demon, Thoroughly clear the road to the Naru seat.

After the holy light dissipated, on the ash-fluttering road, the garrison Vihari looked at the demon instantly purified in front of her. She sighed with relief and put away the sword shield in her hand. Representing the powerful power in the hands of the Prophet Velen, this draenei prophet has the nickname "Immortal". Although he has not escaped from the life order of flesh and blood creatures, in the current world of Azeroth , Velen is definitely the most powerful hero of mortals.

He is gentle by nature, full of restraint of his own power, and never abuses it... And as a prophet, he is more used to solving problems by means other than force. The draenei settled in the world of Azeroth, And after the establishment of a new home here, the prophet's style seems to have changed a bit. Perhaps he had lost it and felt pain, so he is not hesitating to use force to protect his people when necessary.

There are many and many reasons for the emergence of power, but in most cases, the belief that power is given to guard will become stronger. Velen’s change is replaced by the painful sacrifice of the Draenics in the world of Draenor. Yes, after knowing that blind evasion and compromise cannot solve the problem, even the kindest person will change...

But the more so, the more he witnessed the change of the Prophet, the more the emotions deep inside Vihari could not calm down.

Seeing Velen clearing the road easily with the powerful Holy Light, she always couldn't help but think of it, more than 30 years ago, when the draenei city of Tyranol in the world of Draenor fell, What did her prophet do when the brutal orc warriors burned and looted in the city, ruining countless innocent lives in that city and the future of that city...

If the Prophet Velen at that time could be as firm as he is now, and be able to use force to clear trouble as he is now... Then, can the innocent lives of more than 100,000 Draenei be preserved in the tragedy of Tamor What?

But the past things have passed, and all this cannot be reversed. Those pains, those tragedies are deeply imprinted in the souls of the survivors who survived, and changed them from the deepest soul, turning them into another creature. .

Ordinary people live on water and food, and they live on hatred and pain...

When entering the building of Naru, looking down from the entrance, all the soldiers can clearly see that at the bottom of the three-tier platform, on the edge of the altar where Naruvolos is located, a manipulated The magical mech is attacking the enchantment supported by Naruvolos in the dark green tide of fire. Naru is already weak because of the need to maintain the entire enchantment of Shattar City. Facing this fierce magic machine In the attack of A, Volos looked very embarrassed.

In the arrogant laughter of the demon general who was driving the magical mech, the weak Naru groaned continuously, and seemed to have been injured by the ugly war machine in front of him.

"Warriors of the Holy Light! Charge! Save our Naru! Repel these ugly demons!"

Naruvolos' predicament made the prophet very anxious. He waved his staff and applied layers of heavy blessings of light on the bodies of the soldiers behind him, facing the demons on the stairs that spiraled downward , The prophet made no effort, he propped up the enchantment of the purification of the Holy Light, and corroded away the evil energy that the demons deliberately sprinkled on the ground, and even the brutal demons themselves were burned to ashes by the burning Holy Light. .

This scene made the garrison Vihari who was behind the prophet say:

"Prophet, in my memory, you used to be not... uh, violent."

The female draenei looked at the demons that were wiped out by the light of the Prophet, and she whispered:

"I still remember that 35 years ago, in the world of Draenor, facing the group of orcs who were attacked by evil energy and wanted to attack us, your first reaction was not to fight, but to take the messenger with the orcs. Negotiations for the leader... The final result is not so good, you have been arrested."

Vihari's words made Velen stunned. He shook his head and recalled those embarrassments:

"Yeah, or you and Marlad took the soldiers to rescue me from the orc camp. Unfortunately, the two Atama crystals I carried with me were lost in that bad accident."

"I have been in exile among the stars for more than 20,000 years. At that time, I was used to compromising to win a trace of life for the people, but I forgot that not everyone we faced was willing to reason with us... "

The Prophet looked at the demons and ghosts who were running away in horror under the glow of the scorching holy light. He said in a weak tone:

"Like these demons, they will never care about those truly precious things, life, hope and future, they wantonly trample on these beautiful things to have fun, to satisfy their inner dark desires, facing such enemies, we I can only pick up weapons and fight them to the end! Unfortunately, I seem to understand that it is too late."

"So, you regret it too, right?"

Behind the Prophet, Vihari looked at the Prophet's back, she asked in a faint tone:

"You also regretted that before you faced the orc invasion, you did not take our advice and did not arm our people in time. You also regretted that after the orcs actually started the invasion, you did not take the soldiers to fight with them. Fight, but take the people all the way to escape... like our experience in the stars, everything is survival first, but forget that we also have strong power, we have enough power to protect ourselves.. . And we, like a rabbit, fled in panic and never thought of fighting back..."

Vihari’s questioning made the expression of the prophet even heavier. During the Draenor period, the massacre of the draenei by the orcs of the evil tribe was always the most painful memory of the draenei. Anyone who has experienced that People in times of disaster are not willing to recall it.

"Vihari, you still resent me, I can feel it. You used to be my most trusted sergeant, but just as past experiences changed me, you also changed."

"After you returned to Shattar with the people of Draenor, you have been avoiding meeting with me, and I have heard your story, after the fall of Tamor, the pain you suffered... Those despairs, the despairs that I can't imagine...you were resenting me at that time for being too cowardly and failing to protect everything as now."

The prophet threw out the energy warhammer of the evolution of the holy light, and in a fierce and precise punishment of the holy light, the demon lord who was guarding the spiral ladder would be repelled for a few steps, and the holy voters who wore the armor of the light waved With weapons and shouting sacred slogans, they rushed towards the last wave of demonic troops. With the support of the Prophet's Holy Light, these soldiers appeared extremely brave, and the demons they defeated were defeated.

The Prophet looked back at the silent big sergeant behind him, and there was a trace of unabashed apology in his eyes. He said to Vihari:

"I can't imagine what is supporting you, and what kind of great sacrifice it is to hold on to the present in that despair, so that you have not lost yourself in the devil's legion, and brought back extremely important news for us, you Brought back hope for us, Vihari... Your resentment to me is due, I can’t justify myself, yes, I did something wrong at the time, I regret it, when I chose to escape instead of fighting. .."

"You, Yrel, and Akama, Nobundo, you are all victims of my cowardice, I'm really sorry!"

Talking, Velen leaned over to the silent Vihari, which represented the Prophet’s sincerest apology. This scene seemed to touch Vihari a little. This sergeant stepped forward. She supported the Prophet’s shoulder and she sighed a long time. , As if relieved.

"No, prophet, those are gone."

Vihari said to the Prophet Velen:

"Those experiences, those humiliating past, I have learned to look at it directly, not to escape, like I have a knife in my memory, since I have experienced those things, I hold it as long as I have a breath Now, I will be strong enough to never be defeated."

"Prophet, you are a truly kind person, you admire me a lot, and you should look forward... Now, let us save Volos, we are here for this."

Vihari's relief softened the surging painful expression of Velen. The Prophet looked at the Vindicator in front of her, and a gentle smile shone on her face. It seemed that she had really let go. This made the prophet feel better.

Vihari suffered torture and pain because of his past mistakes. This is a respectable woman.

The Prophet sighed with relief. He turned around and clenched the staff. He said:

"Yes, we will save our Naru from the devil, then, save our city, save our..."

"puff"

The blood was splattering, and the moment the Prophet turned around, behind him, the gentle smile on Vihari’s face turned into a bit of hatred, a sharp spike composed entirely of black energy between her wrist flips The dagger fell into the palm of her hand. She took a step forward and thrust the dagger into the prophet's heart.

Blood spewed, and the death blade made by Tyrion easily pierced Velen's light shield. When the blade penetrated the prophet's body, the lingering power of death inspired the prophet's instinctive defense. He uttered a cry, and the eruption of the Holy Light repulsed Vihari, but at the next moment, the Vindicator was like the most ferocious female leopard, with the scorching Holy Light hard, holding the blade of death, rushing into the Victoria In front of Lun, he thrust the dagger into the prophet's abdomen again.

"You! Vihari...you..."

Vihari felt the touch of blood flowing on her fingers. She looked at the Prophet with an indifferent and insidious eye, the latter's eyes full of incredible.

"Vilun, I have a knife in my heart. It is what keeps me through all the desperate years. When I leave that knife...I will die..."

"Do you know the name of the knife?

"It's called...painful..."

The female sergeant's hands were stained with blood. In front of her, the prophet was attacked by the power of death. He would not die because of it, but he would become weak, and death would prevent the Holy Light from healing his wound. It was not a fatal wound, but But it will make the next battle more...interesting.

"My name is Vihari!"

Vihari watched the Prophet's painful half kneeling on the ground. She moved her hands burned by the Holy Light and lifted Velen's face with **** fingers. She looked at the Prophet. She said softly:

"I'm from the ruins of Tamor, my name is Revenge, my name is Hate, Prophet... In those desperate years, I have imagined countless times today, but this is not the end of your destiny, I have no right to judge you. .. However, I will be the audience, as the representative, watching your end..."

"Tymor's hundreds of thousands of undead are watching you and me in the sky, those warriors who still believe in you in despair, but can't get your salvation until death, those warriors who have not yielded in hell, listen. , They howl, they don’t want you to die so easily..."

"We have entered the grave and reborn three days later, like a boat going down the river..."

Vihari grabbed the prophet's collar and dragged him to the edge of the three-tier platform. In the prophet's painful groan, the female **** meditated on the draenei's prayer to commemorate the dead soul and was stabbed in a long sigh. The wounded prophet was pushed down by Vihari from the edge of the three-tier platform. In Velen’s painful gaze, Vihari, standing on the edge of the platform, was like a sculpture, so he watched so coldly as he fell down. In the dark.

And the sound echoing in his ears, like the recitation of all souls...

"You are also drifting in the long river of time, and finally..."

"Through the darkness..."

"Come and accept our..."

"Trial!"

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