Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1327 77. Acknowledging a thief as a father

Velen's fighting power has always been a mystery.

Because this kind-hearted old prophet has almost never fought with all his strength in the past 25,000 years of fleeing career. He is essentially a priest who hates fighting and is good at healing.

Ninety-nine percent of the scenes he's in are healers.

But from the extraordinary fighting power shown by the group of fanatics in the Church of the Holy Light in many human wars, in many cases, the fields of "healing" and "combat" do not conflict.

It is true that the Holy Light is benevolent, but the Holy Light also has its own moments of anger.

such as now

Under the shocked gaze of the two groups of people who were eating melons and being forced to eat melons, Laike and Hisaly, the old prophet Velen, who rushed all the way to the side of the beaten Adar, broke out with terrifying fighting power.

Facing the crimson fel mech like a titan in front of him, the Prophet raised his hand and hit the holy light smite that all priests know. The principle is to gather the holy light energy into a warhammer or sword and hit the opponent, causing magical damage. harm.

It is even simpler than the principle of the fireball technique of the mages.

But the harm, in general, is nothing.

Basically the priests scratching like desperate kittens.

However, Velen's Holy Light Smite under protection and anger was not like this. The misery of his old friend A'dal made Velen's heart rarely filled with anger.

And at the moment when the Prophet shot with anger, a golden beam of light like a "Holy Light Railgun" descended from the sky.

It looks like a compression explosion of a small sun.

The moment it hit the strong and brutal fel mecha, the demon crown molded on the head of this evil weapon forged with magic steel was completely melted. The mecha backed up again and again.

"Is he that good at fighting?"

Miss Hei Ya, who was passively eating melons, was stunned. She turned to look at Bu Laike, who was sipping a drink, and said:

"Didn't it mean that the Prophet seldom fights because he is not good at fighting?"

"You said Velen is not good at fighting? Hahahaha."

Bu Laike leaned back and laughed with his belly in his arms. He said in an exaggerated tone:

"This is the second funniest joke I've heard this year, second only to Little Xingxing's silly remark about Ms. Chi Jing being beautiful at the White Tiger Temple. Let me just say this, Velen is a priest with a very strong spiritual cultivation.

It's really hard for him to get angry.

But if you piss him off, the King of the Forest and His Majesty Tyrande can't save you.

This old man Draenei is a ruthless character whose combat power can be ranked among the top twenty in this group of stars. He is just too kind and believes in fate, so he created this kind appearance who is not good at fighting.

Don't move your little brain that is about to rust after you leave me. If Velen is really a coward, how could he have the courage and strength to lead a group of exiles who lost everything to hide among the stars for 25,000 years? ?

Do you really think that the demon fleet that has destroyed countless worlds is for nothing? "

"So this is a battle that must be won?"

Hisaly Black Crow curled her lips, and said anxiously:

"You've already expected the result. What else is there to see in this battle? Let's go, the Hand of Gul'dan really can't delay. Once the demon destroys the elemental awakening ceremony, Dellano's world will be over.

How big is your heart, so that you can still eat melons and watch dramas so easily at this time! "

"Keep your voice down, you're disturbing me."

Bu Laike glared at the irascible Miss Crow, and said:

"I'm not very capable, and my voice is not low, just sit here obediently! Otherwise, I'll feed you bugs."

As soon as the pirate's words fell, the halo impact of the holy light waterfall erupted again on Velen's side. This time, he was not as merciful to the vicious demon in front of him as he was to the undead draenei.

This time, the holy light waterfall is full of the holy light's purifying will, and its scorching power makes Laike raise his hands to cover his eyes. It is not an exaggeration to say that the scene is very much like the explosion of a holy light nuclear bomb. .

In the terrifying battlefield completely filled with holy light, the crimson magic armor even began to "melt", and the evil weapons equipped on it that were specially designed to destroy the naaru were overloaded one after another.

Amidst the piercing explosions and the scorching bombardment of the Holy Light, this destruction machine built by the demon engineer Kingaros himself came to the brink of collapse in just a few minutes of fighting.

This terrifying combat power made Crow instantly believe what Bo Laike said, Velen was really scary when he was angry.

This is probably why people often say, don't mess with honest people?

"This is the answer of the Light to your dark will! Demons."

Velen watched the magic mech in front of him melt, peel off, explode, and collapse in the process of collapse. He didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue it, but just dropped a word indifferently, and didn't even care about Ai Rui who was struggling to climb out of the mecha. up to the demon lord.

He turned around, calling for the coming of the Holy Light to purify the fel pollution that was tormenting A'dal, and infusing his thick Holy Light energy into the weak Naaru.

In order to help the coalition army forge the ring, Adal entered the weakest posture, and was crushed half of his body by the brutal bombardment of the magic mech before.

This makes this holy light creation look extremely miserable now.

But its sacrifice is meaningful, the forged rings have been sent to their masters, perhaps soon, the destruction offensive launched by the demons today will be curbed.

Victory is no longer out of reach.

"It's coming, it's coming."

Bu Laike rubbed his hands excitedly, staring wide-eyed at the dust-settled battlefield in front of him. His excited and evil posture made Miss Black Crow couldn't help but look into the dissipated holy light ahead.

It was really rare for her to see the smelly pirate so eager for something to happen.

So, what the hell was this bastard expecting?

Miss Black Crow really seemed to persuade herself not to pay attention to those weird things, but under the dark influence of Bu Laike, she also began to have a sense of guilt, looking forward to what was about to happen.

"Maybe I should cover your eyes."

The stinky pirate took a sip of wine and complained:

"What follows is not something a young girl should watch, at least with her parents. Well, lo and behold, dear Rakish crawled out of its scrap heap.

This pile of scrap metal should be sold to old Garney for a lot of money later. "

"Yeah yeah, I like this weird alien junk."

As soon as the pirate finished speaking, the old Garni who was shaking his head appeared beside him amidst the smog.

Looking forward with rounded eyes in a resting posture of a slender jawed dragon, it also used its flexible tail to steal the fried melon seeds from the arms of Miss Hei Ya, and threw all of its file-like sharp teeth into its mouth. rattling sound.

"Shut up! Don't talk, watch carefully."

Bu Laike snapped.

Under the gaze of the melon-eating trio, Velen, who was healing A'dal's injury, also sensed movement behind him.

He glanced back to see the pilot of the fel rechrist, a disfigured eredar demon burned by the holy light, crawling toward him.

The guy's leg was broken, and before his mecha exploded, he was covered with wounds all over his body. He would be scalded and chapped all over his body while crawling on the holy ground filled with holy light.

But even so, the guy still dragged a melted battle ax, roaring like a wild beast, and crawled towards Velen.

One of his blind eyes was filled with terrible hatred.

That is a look that rarely appears in the eyes of demons. These violent creatures yearn for destruction, and they really enjoy the joy of darkness purely.

Rarely do they hate a life so much.

"Velen! Are you so willing to give your all to those damned naaru, old dog?"

The demon wailed and insulted in a hoarse and miserable voice:

"What kind of poison did those jigsaw puzzles instill into your dirty heart? Turn the once wise you into their loyal dog? What did your holy light promise you?

Let you give up your world and your loved ones so willingly."

"You don't understand the position of the Holy Light in my heart, devil, you thugs who advocate destruction can't understand those good things, and you can't understand the price and determination that good people will pay to protect good things."

The Prophet didn't hit the demon.

He knew this guy was not long to live.

The pure holy light he smashed out in anger just now has the power of purification, and its lethality against chaotic creatures like demons is beyond the charts. The cleansing power of the Light had penetrated deep into the body of this strange eredar demon, and its death was only a matter of time.

But its spirit returns to the Twisting Nether to continue serving its dark master.

Demons cannot be killed cleanly, unless they can completely destroy the Twisted Void born from evil energy, but evil energy is one of the six original forces of the universe, who can do such a thing?

"Hehe, what an aboveboard statement, what a disgusting hypocrisy!

Twenty-five thousand years ago, was this how you persuaded yourself to abandon your wife and son, and embark on the road of exile under the guidance of your 'Holy Light'? "

The demon was getting weaker and weaker, but it did not give up climbing forward. It dropped the heavy battle ax and said as it climbed:

"You said that you are willing to give everything for good things, so in your heart, isn't the wife who loves you deeply and the son who expects you to save him in disasters those good things that need to be protected?

Is this your true attitude towards your family and loved ones?

Hehe, Kil'jaeden is right, you are a heartless bastard, Velen, the hypocritical Holy Light has transformed you into something uglier than a demon!

The brighter the light in you, the darker your soul. "

"Kil'jaeden?"

Velen felt bad the moment he heard the name.

He looked back at the breathless eredar demon, and finally he could see its face clearly, its claw marks, fel cracks and herpes.

this.

Isn't this the Eredar in the prophecy I saw?

It is impossible for a legendary demon lord like this to get in touch with Kil'jaeden, why can it repeat Kil'jaeden's evaluation of itself, and the family it has been talking about.

Could it be

The prophet's fingers trembled.

At this fatal moment, the miserable high priest Ishana rushed out from the ruins of the Exodar spaceship with a broken leg and a staff with blood on her face.

There was a glint of triumph and glee in the eyes of the miserable High Priest as the Prophet confronted the dying eredar daemon.

Then she yelled in panic:

"No! Velen! Don't kill it! Don't you recognize it? That's your son! Nuri is going to die, he was killed by your father himself.

Do not! Do not despair, Velen.

You can still save him, that sword!

Right there, the sword! "

After shouting this sentence, High Priest Ishana was "overwhelmed" by the undead jumping up around her, just like a curtain call actor who finished the last line, she exited the scene in a miserable way with great dedication.

"boom"

Like a thunderbolt exploded in the prophet's soul.

Let always strive to maintain kindness and peace, and lead the tribe to stumble forward with the wisdom of seeing through fate. Like a fire-bearer in the dark, Velen, who is always advancing, collapses in an instant.

What wisdom, what sanity, what salvation.

All concepts collapsed in front of this cruel fact, the prophet and even himself could hear the broken sound from his soul.

A terrible hole has been torn open, a hopelessness that will never be filled.

"Little master, what happened to you?"

Xal'atath's scream rang in the pirate's ears, and she said:

"I feel a powerful and alluring soul is collapsing, it is a flesh and blood entity that can give me all the power of the ancient venerable in an instant!

He is so delicious!

I want to capture his will! It's really easy"

"No!"

Bo Laike snorted, standing up contented that he had seen what he wanted to see, and took a step back, sneaking into the shadows behind Old Garni and Miss Crow, who were stupefied as if struck by lightning.

He said to the eager Xal'atath:

"Such an old soul is not suitable for you, he is still a man, be good, bear with it, and I will find a better one for you."

After finishing speaking, the pirate completely disappeared in the ruins that were completely silent at this time. Before leaving, he said to Theasalie Crow:

"The rest is up to you."

"Ok?"

Miss Black Crow was shocked instantly, she screamed:

"How can I save a broken father who killed his child with his own hands? I'm not a god!"

"No, you are."

The pirate chuckled very cleverly and said:

"I gave you all the outfits to play the 'God of Salvation' a long time ago, don't you think I'm heartless? Black Crow, now the chance that concerns the survival of the entire Dellano world falls on your shoulders .

You should also feel my usual pressure.

This will probably make you less sarcastic in front of me in the future.

go.

There is an elf magic girl with burning long hair who has made a contract with me, use your little brain to save the world. "

——

"clap clap"

In the shadows in front of the gate of the Karabor Temple, Bu Laike looked at Kintesa the Dread Witch who came out of the gate of shadow with a proud face.

He did not hesitate to send applause and said:

"It was a wonderful performance! Your evil and baseness shocked me, and now I no longer doubt the ability of the dreadlords to play with their hearts.

The Great Emperor has a group of bastards like you as his helpers, so why not succeed in his great cause. "

"Oh, I'm in a good mood today, let's take these words of yours as compliments."

Kintesa, with blood-colored tears at the corners of her eyes, is the activist's own blood-colored wings. The queen of the Nathrezim looks arrogantly at her "peer competitor", and she says:

"Velen's fall is certain, and the Nathrezim have won the contest between us, Laike Shaw, remember your promise.

From today onwards, you will be my adjutant when I served the great emperor, you are much more useful than my incompetent subordinates, do you need me to help you transform into a pure stone-born body? "

"Uh, it's not time to settle the victory or defeat, is it?"

The pirate rubbed his chin and said:

"Isn't there still the last leg? It will take time for Velen to pick up Frostmourne. I think I can still save it."

"Impossible! It's over."

Jin Tessa sneered sarcastically and said:

"In this situation, even if the Holy Spirit of Light comes in person, there is no need to save Velen who has collapsed. His fate is already doomed! You are just looking forward to a future that will never happen."

"Uh, just think of me as a dead duck, and I want to modify our contract. If you win, I am willing to kneel down and be your dog, help you lick your shoes, and call you master.

Use me however you want. "

The pirate shrugged and said:

"But just in case, I mean just in case, in case I win, you have to get out of the fear council and become my contract demon!"

"You are crazy."

Kin Tessa sneered, lifted Bo Laike's chin with frivolous deep fingers, and she said:

"Well, since you are looking for death, why should I refuse? When you lick your toes for me, I will bring you the most beautiful dog leash among the stars, and prepare you the warmest kennel.

I will lead you out and show you the bigger world.

I will treat you well, my dear Boo Laike the Beagle. "

(end of this chapter)