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Chapter 1360: Velen's decision

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Starting from his own heart, Mimiron is actually very greedy for all the technologies of the Delaneians. After all, this is a civilization that can set foot in the universe and has accumulated valuable knowledge for countless years.

However, being impatient doesn’t make you fat, there is always a priority for things, and Mimiron finally knows how to write the word “emotional intelligence”.

Right now, we should start from the perspective that both parties care about first. As for the other things... there will be a long way to go.

It has been more than 25,000 years since the Draenei escaped from Argus, and Velen doesn't know what his home planet has become now.

But no matter what, Argus has always been the hometown that all Draenei people dream of. In his lifetime, Velen would like to go back to Argus to see those familiar scenes.

The Draenei and the high elves have already begun in-depth cooperation in restoring various technologies for manufacturing spaceships. The addition of Mimiron, a great inventor, can effectively improve efficiency. Of course, Velen has no reason to refuse.

"No problem... Romul."

"I see, Prophet."

Archbishop Romuel, who had learned the news in advance, was accompanying him at this time.

After entering the Quel'Thalas embassy in New Shattrath, he immediately waved to a group of archivists who had already been on standby here, and placed a large number of relevant documents on the temporary desk specially prepared for Mimiron.

Seeing that Mimiron quickly entered the state and began to read the documents, Sharlayan and Velen didn't want to disturb the communication between the technicians, so they left Romuel to accompany them and then quietly retreated out.

"Recently, I've been having the same strange dream all the time."

After Sarlayan and Velen took their seats in the embassy's living room one after another, Yin Ruier just came back in a set of clothes that were convenient for activities.

Hearing the beginning of Wei Lun's words, Yin Ruier rolled his eyes angrily.

"Yeah~ It's that old so-called precognitive dream again, right? I'm about to learn how to recite it."

Yin Ruier deliberately put on a straight face and said in a low voice: "In the dream, a red-skinned Eredar covered in fel blisters accused 'I' of ruthlessness and betrayal more than once. In my arms, 'I' looked at him with tears in my eyes."

Yin Ruier's voice returned to its normal crispness, she curled her lips and said to Wei Lun: "Teacher, are you sure this is really a precognitive dream? Why do I feel like I am thinking by day and dreaming by night. "

What Wei Lun hadn't said yet was stuck in his throat, Yin Ruier finished everything, he could only smile helplessly: "My child, I know the difference between ordinary dreams and prophetic dreams very well. People are called prophets."

Yin Ruier waved his hand impatiently: "Yes~ Prophet, so what does this dream indicate? Every time I ask you to interpret the dream, you can't say anything."

Velen smiled and said nothing, but Sharlayan saw deep sadness in his eyes.

He does not mean that.

Under the reminder of the barrage, Salayan temporarily ignored the daily bickering between the master and the apprentice, and his eyes fluctuated slightly.

'Red-skinned eredar dying, lying in the arms of Velen with a sad face...'

[Isn't this Lakish? Velen has something, can this be predicted? 】

[Nonsense, do you think the title of Prophet is his own? 】

[Only the wrong name, not the wrong title. 】

Lakish, which means butcher in the Eredan language, is clearly not a suitable name.

The fact is indeed true, "Lakish" is not the Eredar's real name, but Kil'jaeden's name given to him out of twisted and evil taste.

Lakish is Wei Lun's long-lost son.

Even Velen himself didn't know this. He thought his wife and son had died in Argus tens of thousands of years ago.

Strictly speaking, this prophetic dream did not start to appear recently. Velen had foreseen this scene as early as Lakish was born.

This is where Rakesh was supposed to end up.

[No, in the original history, Lakish came to hunt and kill Naruvolos, a direct descendant of the Mother of Light, but Volos was still in Shattrath in Draenor in this timeline. 】

[There's nothing wrong with it, the future that can be seen by the predictive ability is just a small broken picture on countless timelines. 】

[Perhaps on a certain timeline, what Velen foresees will inevitably happen, but it may not necessarily affect the main timeline where Sarlayan is located. 】

[That's weird, since Velen knew what the prophetic dream represented, why didn't he explain it to Yin Ruier directly, but had to repeat it in front of Salayan? 】

After reading the barrage analysis, Sarlayan frowned slightly, and said straight to the point: "Prophet, if you have anything to say, you might as well just say it, you should already know the origin of this dream, right?"

Wei Lun stopped bickering with Yin Ruier, and smiled noncommittally.

"Sharlayan, do you think this dream will finally come true?"

Sharlayan shook his head: "I don't know, I can't predict the future, but I know that the future is constantly changing, and the illusions you see may not necessarily happen in reality."

"I know."

Vinyl leaned on the back of the sofa with a tired face, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes.

"I'm already old, and when I get old, I will start to miss the past even more, miss those things that have long been lost, and even have some extravagant hopes that I shouldn't have."

"Perhaps, it's time for me to formally step back, hand over the future of the Delaneians to Yin Ruier, and do some private affairs that have nothing to do with the general situation of the race, and settle some past grievances and entanglements."

Sharlayan looked deeply at Velen who seemed to have made up his mind: "Prophet, do you want to ask for death?"

"No, not really."

Seeing the sudden change of expression on Yin Ruier's face, Wei Lun smiled and waved to her.

"Indeed, I have lived long enough. If the moment of my destiny has really arrived, I will no longer escape, but will bravely embrace my own destiny."

"However, at least it's not now, it's not in his hands."

Velen said meaningfully: "Before counterattacking Argus, we must first solve some historical problems, weaken the strength of the Burning Legion as much as possible, and reduce our own losses, right?"

Sharlayan probably understood what Velen meant, and he nodded solemnly: "That's right, but... is it a little risky? Will he really be so easy to be baited?"

"Will do."

Velen's gaze became sharper: "I know him well, and he will never let go of this great opportunity to settle the feud."

"Again, neither will I."

The riddle dialogue between Sarlayan and Velen not only made Yin Ruier confused, but some Sharlay netizens with smoother cerebral cortex were also full of question marks.

[Riddler get out of Azeroth! What the **** is this saying? 】

【No way? No way? Can't understand this? I have already explained it very clearly, I can only say that I understand everything I understand, and it is not easy to say more about those I don’t understand. 】

[If you understand, let’s go, let’s give a big explanation~lightnovelpub.net~ Actually, it’s not difficult to understand, Velen wants to use himself as a bait to lure Kil’jaeden to Azeroth to solve it once and for all , to end the tens of thousands of years of grievances and entanglements with him. 】

At the same time, Sharlayan was also explaining to Yin Riel, who stayed after Velen left to ask for help.

After hearing Salayan's explanation, Yin Ruier showed a sudden look.

"Kil'jaeden? I've also heard of the feud between the Trickster and the Prophet who fell in love and killed each other for many years."

"Then the red-skinned eredar the Prophet spoke of was..."

"No." Sharlayan shook his head: "That's not Kil'jaeden, the fraudster is not so easy to predict."

"If I'm not wrong, that person... should be a relative of the Prophet who should have died long ago."

"What?!"

Yin Ruier stood up from the sofa in surprise: "Didn't the relatives of the prophet..."

In order to gather as many people as possible to escape from the clutches of the Burning Legion, Velen, who forgot to sleep and eat, didn't even remember to take care of his wife and son.

When he came back to his senses and tried to rescue them, it was too late, and Kil'jaeden had already controlled them.

All the Draenei who fled Argus, including Velen himself, thought his wife and children were doomed.

They guessed half right.

Velen's wife was indeed dead long ago, but his young son was tortured by the vengeful Kil'jaeden until he had a mental breakdown and was transformed into what the Delaney called man'ari—the eredar demon.

Sharlayan shook his head and interrupted Yin Ruier's words: "I don't know the specific situation. According to the prophet's prophetic dream, he and his demon son will meet again sooner or later, and... that scene is obviously not harmony."