Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

Andrea looked up at Velen in surprise. At this moment, a look of hesitation appeared on the face of the Prophet. The connection from blood made him subconsciously feel that the other party was very kind.

"boom!"

There was a sudden explosion sound from the lower level of Hellfire Citadel, and the holy light shield maintained by the naaru also began to fluctuate.

When Andrea removed the Shadow Curtain, Leticia hurried over to report the situation after receiving relevant information.

"Andrea, some demons have sneaked into the fortress and are wreaking havoc near the cannon. The explosion just now affected Adal and the others."

Looking worriedly at Velen and Lakish in the city, Andrea ordered Leticia, "Letty, you immediately take people to the lower floors to check and deal with the turmoil in the city, and be vigilant."

After sending Leticia away, Andrea rested her chin on her hand and thought in confusion, 'How did the devil pass through the barrier of holy light? '

When Leticia led nearly a hundred sentries to the lower level, a small group of eredar assassins were fighting the draenei guards guarding the naaru.

"Shoot the arrows! Clean up these assassins!"

Once the thief shows up, if he can't kill the enemy in a burst as soon as possible and then sneak again, it is easy to be counter-killed by the opponent if the stamina is insufficient.

When Leticia gave the order to release the arrow, she put an anti-invisibility illuminating arrow on the bowstring and shot it out.

The extremely strong warm light completely illuminated the lower hall, and some eredar assassins who were still lurking were illuminated from the shadows by the light.

"die!"

The moon wheel thrown by Leticia was aimed at these old hideouts. In just a few minutes, the sentries cleared out the assassins in the hall.

Before Leticia breathed a sigh of relief, Adal first gave a warning, "General Moonsong, please be careful, the leader of these assassins is still alive, he left this group of subordinates to restrain us, and he disappeared."

Leticia's heart tightened, there was no room to hide in the hall under the influence of the flares, which meant...

"Tune the tiger away from the mountain?!"

...

Velen's mind was getting more and more in a trance, and his prophetic ability was giving him hints, but he subconsciously refused to believe his guess.

Velen, who was staggering a little, leaned against the city wall and stared blankly at the mocking Lakish, his steady hands began to tremble slightly.

‘No, it’s impossible, they died in Argus a long time ago, it’s impossible to survive! '

Andrea was hesitating whether to remind Velen of the truth, and he vaguely felt that the mood under the calm face of the prophet was not stable.

"Um?"

As a demigod of light and darkness, Andrea is very sensitive to fluctuations in shadow power within a certain range.

An undetectable shadow was rapidly approaching Velen using techniques such as shadow steps. Andrea squinted his eyes, and stepped heavily on the ground with his left foot.

"Boom!"

An eredar holding two knives was jolted out of the shadows by Andrea, who was struggling to slash the blades at the distracted Velen.

Before he succeeded, he was disturbed by the messy thoughts that suddenly popped up in his mind, and he was still unable to make the movements he wanted.

"snort!"

The cold snort coming from reaching out his hand intensified the intensity of the mental attack in his brain, the assassin leader with bone spurs all over his body shook, and fell limply to the ground.

He stepped on the head of the assassin leader who was still unable to move freely, and the back of his head hit the ground of the city wall with a crisp sound.

"Lie down, or I won't guarantee your safety."

Awakened by the movement behind him, Velen finally woke up from his confusion.

"Who are you……"

Velen saw the clue in the familiar face of the immobile eredar, the usually gentle face gradually showing anger.

"Talgas?!"

Andrea poked Targas on the forehead with the tail of his staff, and looked at the angry Velen in confusion.

"Prophet, do you know him?"

"Hehe~ I know, of course I know!"

Velen took a deep breath, barely controlling his unstable emotions.

"He used to be my most trusted lieutenant. Before I escaped from Argus, I entrusted my family to Targas and asked him to bring my wife and children to the evacuation location to meet up, but this scum! He...cough~"

Next, there is no need for the emotional Velen to explain in detail. Since Targath joined the camp of the Burning Legion, it proves that he has betrayed Velen's trust.

Andrea looked up at Lakish who was looking anxious below the city, and a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes.

‘So that’s the case, is it a series of tricks? '

‘It’s a good thing I didn’t go to the lower level to check it myself, otherwise the prophet who was in a trance might die. '

Leticia rushed up from the lower floor in a hurry, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the eredar trampled by Andrea.

Andrea comforted Leticia with a smile, looked at Talgas who was grinning at his feet and wanted to speak, and unblocked his language.

"Fuck you Velen, you sonless coward, perfidious eunuch, Kil'jaeden will..."

Andrea stomped Talgas into the ground of the city wall again with a blank expression, "Okay, you better shut up."

"Prophet, how to deal with this guy?"

Velen looked at Lakish in the city with a complicated expression on his face. He was as smart as him. As long as he sorted out the messy thoughts in his heart, he quickly understood Kil'jaeden's plan and naturally confirmed Lakish's identity.

"Snapped!"

Velen, who always showed kindness and benevolence, smashed the prophet's staff on Talgath's head without hesitation, and Talgath, whose brain was bloody and bloody, died on the spot.

"Uh~"

Andrea and Leticia looked at Velen who was trying to calm down his breathing in surprise, and Andrea subconsciously held Targas's soul that was trying to escape.

After a while, Velen bowed his head bitterly, "...Sorry, I lost my composure."

"where."

Andrea gently supported Velen, "The hatred of killing his wife is irreconcilable, and the Prophet's willingness to give him a happy life is already considered cheap for him."

Velen heard some voices from Andrea's tone, and looked at Lakish under the city wall and sighed.

"It seems that you have guessed it... yes, Lakish should be my poor son."

Leticia's eyes couldn't help but widen. She first glanced at the tough eredar general who was covered in scars all over the city, and then carefully sized up the gentle and refined Velen.

Noticing Leticia's bright eyes, Velen shook his head with a wry smile and said, "It's all from tens of thousands of years ago, let's talk about the details later."

A highly compressed veil of holy light was sent casually to purify Talgas' sinful soul, and Velen looked distressed at Lakish who was jumping up and down trying to attract his attention.

"The question now is, what do we do with Kil'jaeden's plot."

Kil'jaeden's plan has been obvious so far. On the one hand, he sent Lakish to attract Velen's attention, hoping to cause the father and son to fight each other, and on the other hand, he let Talgath launch a sneak attack while Velen was in a trance.

If everything really went according to his plan, even if Velen didn't suffer a mental breakdown because of Lakish's death, he would be killed by Talgath's assassination.

It is impossible for Velen to attack Lakish. Andrea thought about it, and launched the shadow shuttle to the city.

Before Lakish and the demons around him could react in time, Andrea drew a large-scale light blade with his right hand to clear the field, and at the same time cast a spell with his left hand to lock Lakish firmly with a chain of holy light.

A large wave of highly compressed fel energy light bombs suddenly hit from an extremely long distance, and Andrea hurriedly grabbed Lakish and escaped into the shadow space, and was already more than ten meters away when he reappeared.

Lakish's original position was covered and baptized by a round of saturated firepower, and both the enemy and the enemy within a certain range were completely gasified.

Andrea stared at the direction of the fel light bombs and squinted his eyes, "This kind of high-intensity attack... Kil'jaeden? '

After the opponent's sneak attack failed, he did not take any further action. Andrea looked at Lakish, who was struggling desperately in his hands, with a wicked smile on his face.

"Come on, little butcher, I'll take you to see Dad."