Azeroth Trail of Light

The moment Turalyon appeared, the Ranger General's eyes dimmed, but then she asked her brother-in-law sharply,

"Turalyon, where is my sister?"

Obviously, Cirvanas didn't agree with Turalyon and Alleria's marriage at all. Even though she took great care of her nephew Arator, it didn't affect her loathing for the human being in front of her.

He was the one who took Aurelia, her sister away from her and Vereesa!

The elves are a bunch of stubborn guys, and Cirvanas's concept made her dislike Turalyon even more. Of course, it's not like to directly draw a knife to chop this guy, but don't expect to have any I look good.

But Turalyon's focus is obviously different, probably because he has been missing for too long, he is used to facing a group of eredar, broken and demons, suddenly saw the same kind from Azeroth, Turalyon Time did not react, but soon, he asked,

"You guys, how did you come to Argus? Has Azeroth already mastered the technique of teleportation across the star field? Or...you were captured? The Burning Legion attacked Azeroth?"

There was a trace of tension on his face that he had never seen before. It can be seen that his loyalty to Azeroth is unquestionable. Facing his question, Maiev nodded,

"They invaded. In the 20th year of the Dark Portal, the great demon Archimonde led the Burning Legion into Mount Hyjal...but they were defeated in the end, Archimonde died, and we won."

"That's good…"

Turalyon breathed a sigh of relief, but the eyes of Hatton, who was standing on the side, were already wide open. Archimonde...that is a name that is well-known in Argus. It was one of the three ruling groups of Argus. Later, it was also the commander of the eredar demons.

The name of the polluter has spread across thousands of worlds, but it is hard to believe that the expedition led by Archimonde failed...

Hatton took a deep breath and suppressed the shocking news to the bottom of his heart. No wonder, there has been no news about Archimonde in the world of Argus in the past few years, and it should still be in the process of resurrection.

But this is just good news for the Krokuhn tribe, but it can't change their current status quo. Especially after traitors appeared inside, Hatton was already very anxious. In fact, even if Cirvanas and If Maiev didn't come, he would also summon the Legion of the Holy Light. He needed help. Once all the demons stationed in the Krokuen Plain came together, relying solely on the Krokuun tribe would be unstoppable.

But Hatton is very patient. The suffering of 2W5 millennium has given him unimaginably keen senses. He instinctively felt that to solve the plight of the Krokuhn tribe, the breaking point might not be Archbishop Turalyon. After all, the Holy Light Although the Legion is powerful, they need to attack the Burning Legion in all worlds at the same time, and the troops that can be allocated to Argus are limited.

Whether it is the ruins of Mac'Aree or the wasteland of Antoran, they all need support more than the plains of Crokuhn, which is completely understandable to Hatton.

But just when Turalyon breathed a sigh of relief, Maiev said again,

"A year ago, the Burning Legion assembled a large army to attack the Shattered World of Draenor. Although there were no big demons accompanying them this time, almost all high-level demons were present. The total number of demon legions reached 200,000... Yes, we won again. Under the leadership of the World Steward and... Illidan, we defeated the Burning Legion invaders head-on, and the Azeroth First Fleet helped the world of Sharkan recover their civilization."

Turalyon's mouth has grown, and Hatton on the side is even more stunned. In fact, when he talked to Maiev for the first time, the watcher told him that Azeroth will launch a war against Argus , but at that time Hatton simply thought that these outsiders were too ignorant, but now, after hearing a series of glorious victories in Azeroth, Hatton immediately realized that what Maiev said before may not be true. joke!

The Holy Light that has been lost... There is actually a world that dares to take the initiative to hand out the sword to the Burning Legion... Are they really confident, or can they attack Argus directly after repelling the expedition?

This is the base camp of the Burning Legion. In the past 25,000 years, Argus has not been invaded even once.

Although he has serious doubts, Hatton still hopes from the bottom of his heart that Azeroth can continue their victory. Even if it is just a tug-of-war with the demons of Argus, the life of the Krokuun tribe will be much easier. And hopefully... recovering some lost ground!

But Turalyon was more concerned about the two people Maiev said, he frowned,

"Who is the ruler of the world? Illidan... who is that? I just left... um... maybe 11 years or so, has a new power risen? How is King Terenas of Lordaeron doing? The Kingdom of Stormwind is back Lost ground?"

"You have too many questions!"

Turalyon's words were interrupted forcefully by Sylvanas, she looked at Turalyon, took a step forward,

"Take me to my sister! Don't challenge my patience! Human!"

"Oh, yes, yes."

Turalyon immediately reacted. No matter what, the appearance of compatriots from his hometown is definitely a joyful thing. Even the exhaustion from his whole body dissipated a lot. He smiled and looked at him coldly. His Sylvanas stretched out his hand,

"Then come with me, Alleria talks about you and Vereesa almost every day..."

Having said that, Turalyon's expression became a little sad. He looked at Cirvanas and asked in a low voice,

"How is Artor? Is he... in good health?"

Cirvanas squinted at him, snorted coldly,

"You still remember your son, that's great...but you don't have to worry about my nephew Alator, Vereesa and I have brought him to Quel'Thalas, he will be the next patriarch of the Windrunner family... yes Yes, thanks to you, the Windrunner family will have the first paladin patriarch in thousands of years. If it weren't for the windrunner blood flowing in his veins, the talent in archery is gratifying, otherwise it would be a pity. "

Hearing this voice full of sarcasm, Turalyon was not angry. He knew the attitude of Alleria's two sisters towards him a long time ago, not to mention that Cirvanas brought him With the news of Alleria's only son, after hearing that Arator had become a paladin, Turalyon's tense, charismatic face couldn't help showing a hint of relief, And there was a trace of unconcealable relief in the corner of the eyes of this veteran soldier who did not succumb to the devil.

Old tears, he took off his gloves, wiped his tears, then nodded towards Hatton and the others,

"Come with me. Let's go to the ruins of Mac'Aree. The Legion of the Holy Light is stationed there. The Holy Light cares for us. If you are two days late, we may have to go out again."

After finishing speaking, he turned and walked into the portal of the Holy Light, followed by Cirvanas, then the watchmen, and finally Chief Hatton. Before he left, he summoned a hidden The Krokuhn stalker in the shadows gave him some orders before accepting the bone staff in the stalker's hand and strode into the portal.

The moment Cirvanas stepped out of the portal, he saw a landscape that was completely different from the world of Argus, which was completely wrapped in dark green evil energy. Although the place was still dilapidated and full of traces of war, at least there was light here... yes Warm, bright, almost Azeroth-like light.

The light from the stars did not dislike everything Argus encountered, and it was still faithfully fulfilling its mission, although its light could only shine on less than one-tenth of the ground in the world of Argus.

But none of this attracted General Ranger's restless heart, until she saw a lonely sitting on the edge of the sentry tower, wearing a green hood, carrying a war bow and quiver, holding a leaf in her hand, blowing out The familiar figure from the Quel'Thalas Ballad.

Under his green hood, there are two strands of golden hair that cannot be concealed. There is no leather armor on her left arm, but a green cloth strip, which looks very old. After seeing that Tears welled up from the corners of Cirvanas' eyes when she was wearing the cloth strip, she recognized the cloth strip, it was the last remnant of the cloak that the eldest sister personally put on her when she left the manor.

Alleria's figure is very similar to Sylvanas, the only difference is that there is a gorgeous tattoo on the skin of Alleria's left arm, but that is not a symbol of a bad girl, but a windrunner The symbol of the patriarch of the family, it is said that the power of family inheritance is hidden in it...

Her ears swayed gently outside the green hood, she heard the voice from behind, she put down the blade in her hand, shook her hand without looking back, and said gently,

"Turalyon, you're back? How's the Krokuun tribe?"

No one answered.

"Turalyon? How do you..."

"boom"

Alleria stood up while leaning on the broken wall of the sentry post, and turned her head casually, but after seeing clearly the crying elf standing behind her, she saw the picture under the elf's black hood. At that moment, the wall she was holding on to with her left hand, that hard brick was crushed into powder by the ranger.

She froze there, as if she couldn't believe the relative in front of her that made her think about it day and night, the relative she never forgot when she dreamed back in the middle of the night, the sister who was connected with her by blood, the stubborn one who didn't want to obey the orders of the family, but The girl who had to pick up what she left behind, the girl who would always follow her hunting lynx and playing with dragonhawks in the Eversong Woods of Quel'Thalas.

She's grown up...she's become more mature, more stable, more like a member of the Windrunner family than before.

Alleria didn't dare to make the slightest movement. She was afraid of all this. It was just a beautiful dream she had when she was taking a nap. She had this dream countless times. She looked at her husband standing next to her, Layan smiled at her gently, tilted his head, and nodded again.

At this moment, tears filled Alleria's eyes, and she stretched out her hands to Cirvanas with tears in her eyes. Those hands that would never tremble when holding the war bow, at this moment, trembling could not be concealed.

"Shiva...is that you?"

Hearing this haunting voice, Cirvanas' body flickered, and he threw himself into Alleria's arms, and the eldest daughter of Windrunner hugged her younger sister tightly. , it seems that what she helped was not a certain person, but the most precious treasure in her life.

"Sister. Sister! I finally...I finally found you! Huh...I miss you so much...We all miss you so much..."

Turalyon watched the reunion of his wife and sisters. The eyes of this real tough guy were also a little sour. He turned sideways and looked at the ruins of Mac'Aree covered by the sun, trying to piece together what his son looks like now in his heart , when he left, Altola was still a child, and the growth cycle of half-elves was almost the same as that of humans, that is to say, the current Altola had grown up.

His son has grown up.

A left hand wearing a steel gauntlet reached out to Turalyon and tapped his armor. The paladin turned around and saw Nasha wearing a mask, handing him a golden pendant.

"This is a gift from Mr. Dick, General Turalyon. You will like it."

Turalyon took the pocket watch, and then gently opened it. When he saw the magic image in the pocket watch, the tough guy's tears finally broke through the barriers of his eyes.

What he held in his hand was Altora wearing the armor of Judgment, shooting a bow and arrow in the Windrunner Manor in Quel'Thalas. He looked at his son's handsome, manly face, 6 10 points like him, 4 points are inherited from Aurelia's blood.

"This is my son...my Altora..."

Turalyon imprinted the pocket watch firmly on the armor, where his heart was. At this moment, Turalyon and his wife, wanderers who had been away from their hometown for decades, their hesitation was completely filled.

And at this moment, on the highest peak of the distant Azeroth, Dick stood in the Hall of Stars, looking up at the mysterious and complicated stars. The heart is suspended in the air, and the two seem to be having a conversation.

"Algalon... Go to the Argus star field for me once, and bring back three people... I hope Aurelia hasn't met... Hey... go, as fast as possible!"

Do you think Aurelia will pay for this?