Azeroth’s Death Track

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The Prophet Velen, who fell from the three-story platform, fell to the ground in embarrassment. He stretched out his hand, pulled out the blade of death inserted in the abdomen, and threw the **** blade on the side, the force of death Flowing through his body, the original strong and gentle Holy Light could not heal his wounds.

But this pain did not affect Velen’s sanity. He scrambled to his feet, propped him up with his redeemer staff. He raised his head and looked at Vihari on the edge of the platform at the top of Naru’s seat. The traitor who stabbed him and pushed him into the darkness...

At the top of the Naru’s seat, Vihari was also looking at the prophet. Those memories of the past, the tragic situation when the city of Tamor broke, she madly searched for the survivors in the ruins, and finally could only hold those The desperate cry of the broken corpses in the raging, those children who should have a happy future, their cold bodies, the gloomy eyes that have lost all hope, those hell-like scenes.

Those experiences are rolling in Vihari's heart, and all that may be the destiny of the draenei, but the prophet in front of him also has an inescapable responsibility.

"You are a kind person, but you are not a good leader..."

Vihari, who has experienced real hell, left tears at this moment, not because of the joy of being touched or revenge, but simply to grieve for the tortures that his compatriots have experienced, and despair for those he has experienced. After completing the revenge, people who believe in revenge will not be relieved. After the most intense emotion in their hearts is finally released, the will that supports her to continue to live like a pillar is also broken at this moment.

She burst into tears like a weak girl, but forced herself to stand there and watched the final ending of the Prophet.

This is not just, and even unreasonable to make trouble, but this is a woman's revenge, you can not count on how sane a woman is going crazy by a cruel life.

This seat of Nalu, which was originally filled with holy light, has become dim and hazy between the surge of evil energy, just like a dark hell, and the great things that Vihari did to the prophet are also surrounded by those around him. The followers of the Holy Light who followed her saw these loyal followers of the prophets utter an angry cry, and they drove the demon with the weapon in their hands, and then drove towards Vihari with the enemy.

Vihari didn't care about the soldiers behind her, she didn't care.

"Stay away from her!"

A scream came from the shadow around the Naru's seat. With the scream, hundreds of black agents rushed out of the portal opened by the cave. They waved their weapons in silence, splashing in blood. Under the leadership of the Blood Watcher, he rushed into the positions of the voters of the Holy Light, and began to fight with them, driving them away from the soulless Vihari.

"Looking at your expression, isn't it going well today? Miss Vihari?"

The shadow of the Deputy Director of the Dark Edge Intelligence Bureau came into Vihari’s ear with a trace of laughter. The high-ranking agent in a uniform and mask leaned on the waist of the sword handle and walked forward. She took one out of her pocket. A handkerchief was handed to Vihari, then patted Hoofie's shoulder and whispered comfort in her ear:

"Don't worry, life is like this, everything will get worse and worse!"

"It's not like comforting people!"

Vihari wiped the water stains in the corners of her eyes. She looked at the Prophet in the darkness below. She whispered:

"Everything I should have done is done. I don't want to stay here anymore. I want to go back to Draenor and spend the rest of my life in a place where no one knows me, or just be a clerical worker in the base camp."

"Everything is done? Are you sure?"

Shadow looked suspiciously at Vihari next to her. She rubbed her chin with her fingers in black gloves, and then asked playfully:

"If you are telling the truth, why does the voice tremble so much?"

"Because, I am about to kill a really good person, right here..."

Vihari closed his eyes and said to the shadow in Xiao Suo's voice:

"Just now, the tortured woman, the sad and pitiful Vihari died, and she completed the last thing in her heart, and then I was killed by my own hands, everything in the past, those hatreds, those stubbornness , Will completely disappear with Velen's death...I believe that you have done so much, you are destined not to let him live again, right?"

"Yes, the Prophet is destined to die today."

The shadow looked back at the Holy Light voters who were overwhelmed by the Dark Blade agents. The golden light and shadow illuminate this dark place like a light in their counterattack, which means that the "Holy Light will go out" plan finally has Stepping into the final stage without any risk.

She held out her hand and held Vihari's slender waist, and whispered to the non-staff agent:

"Very well, now that you have broken the fetters of the past, then continue to live in Shattar City in a new capacity. Secretary Mai and I are expecting you to do this, so you better not let us down.. .Remember why you hate Velen so much, and remember what kind of suffering Velen's cowardice has brought to you and your people. You must not become his past in the future."

"Now you can go, we will deal with the rest."

The shadow reached out and helped Vihari to sort out some scattered clothes. She hugged the agent Delaney who was recruited into the Dark Blade Intelligence Bureau for the last time. She gently patted Vihari's back. , To the hoof girl:

"Goodbye! Tyrant..."

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"Ah, Honorable Velen..."

In the dark hall at the bottom of the Naru’s seat, the prophet who had fallen there was also in trouble. He heard Naruvolos’ wailing. Although he was also badly hurt, the prophet still gritted his teeth and carried his staff. Toward the Holy Platform where Volos was, but at the moment he stepped out of the darkness, accompanied by the screams of gears and magic engines, and the vibration of the earth, a red and greasy magic machine painted in red A, moved out from the direction of the holy platform, and stood in front of the prophet.

This super-large machine made of evil cast steel is full of a violent and obscure style. It inherits the brutal style of legion creations. In addition to the thick and sharp steel claws, there are several spouts that can spray pure evil flames. And, this machine has obviously undergone special transformation. Between its movements, the extremely corrosive demon energy escaped on the earth, contaminating the holy land where Naru is located into a land of evil energy.

The connection between Naluvolos and Holy Light in Sha'tari City was interrupted by the power of this fragile evil energy, so that the weak Naru could not draw power from the original Holy Light, and a large amount of evil energy in the surrounding air Between the dissipation of Volos, Volos's shining body was being infested little by little.

"I finally wait for you!"

A hoarse voice full of unabashed hatred and hostility came from the cockpit of the evil mech. In Velen’s field of vision, he could see a red skin in the cockpit. , With a twisted mask and a naked upper body, General Eredar Demon is driving this evil weapon, destroying the last hope of the Draenei.

This made the prophet feel unspeakable anger.

The prophet’s anger seemed to be felt by General Eredar, who was driving the magical mech. He manipulated this evil weapon and took a step back. In the prophet’s glare, this evil weapon sprayed from the jet tube behind him. A dark green blazing flame puts the weak Naruvolos on the rear platform into the encirclement of the fierce fire, causing Naru to groan again painfully.

"Listen! Your Naru is screaming, it's dying..."

General Rakish, who was operating the fel armor, looked at Velen in the darkness before him. He knew that it was his father, and the same blood was flowing in his veins, although Velen had been in endless time. Zhong looks old, but from his face, he can still see what he looked like when he was young, and his face is very similar to that of General Lakish.

However, there was no trace of joy in General Eredar's demon's heart, no excitement to reunite with his father, and there was no tenderness to say to his father.

When seeing Velen, Rakish shone in his heart, all of which were the scenes of his poor mother calling his father's name when he was dying. Rakish hated the man in front of him for 25,000 years. In the past, he abandoned his young son and his seriously ill wife, and Velen ruthlessly threw their mother and son in the world of Argus and died!

Kil'jaeden was right, his father, Velen, was never a respectable person, he was just a coward with a decent look! His bloodline only brings shame, but no glory!

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Rakish's inner rage rolled, and he manipulated the fist of the mech, and smashed it fiercely on the crystal wall of Naru's seat. In the sound of the crystal shattering like glass, he shouted with hatred. To:

"But no one can save this sad jigsaw puzzle, not even you! Velen...you have lived up to your world, you have lived up to those who had expectations of you, and your departure made Kil'jaeden very sad , You betrayed him! You betrayed your brother! You should have stood with him, no matter what is in front of you! You should face him with him! You coward!"

The voices shouted by General Eredar that Velen had never seen made the Prophet's expression change slightly at this moment. Velen realized that the plain-faced demon in front of him seemed to know a lot about him.

"Is this what Kil'jaeden told you?"

Velen leaned on the Redeemer's Staff. He spoke in a low voice to the demon general in front of him. He was delaying time.

The dagger that Vihari used to stab him had a problem. The power contained in the dagger was extremely cold. After entering the body, it was like a cobweb. It locked the connection of the Holy Light at Velen's wound, and let The Holy Light in the Prophet's body became very obscure. Under such circumstances, it is not a good idea to fight against the evil mech in front of you.

Velen must break through the death **** in his body before he can let his power flow back, but this is not a simple job, he needs some time.

"Tell me! Demon, did these all Kil'jaeden tell you?"

Rakish did not answer, and the Prophet's voice became deeper:

"You are an Eredar, a demon, you should have experienced the tragedy of Sargeras scrubbing our Argus with evil energy, Kil'jaeden told you that I escaped cowardly, but did he tell you that year, It was he and Archmond who coveted the power promised by the dark Taita that opened the door to the depths of Unicom stars in Argus..."

"Dark green destructive evil energy is surging from the star core of the world of Argus. The power from the dark Titan tears our world, turning our hometown into a demon-grown hell, and Kil'jaeden and Archimonde called that kind of destruction "blessings"! They wanted me and them to receive that kind of "blessings"! They expected me to become demons with them!"

Velen raised his head, the divine light shining in his eyes:

"He called me a coward?"

"In the face of the arrival of the Burning Legion, he bowed his knees, and I chose to continue fighting! Who is the real coward? You are deceived by him! Demon, you are deceived by your master! He is always so good at deceiving, just Like now, he used a bad lie to send you here to die..."

A light of light slowly lighted up in Velen's palm. The Prophet narrowed his eyes and felt the light that was flowing again in his body. He looked at the evil mech in front of him, and he said softly:

"Go back, Eredar, when you can look back!"

"Go back?"

After listening to Velen’s explanation, Rakish looked at the triangular light holy symbol that slowly emerged behind Velen, which represented that the power of the prophet had been restored, and the burning light made Rakish feel strong. Threatening, but he didn't care.

The demon gave a low, desolate laugh. He manipulated the fel armor and raised his hands, as if surrendering.

"Okay, okay, I admit defeat! I will leave..."

"But before leaving, I have one last thing to do..."

Under Velen’s gaze, he stepped back slowly until he approached the weak Naruvolos’ body. At the next moment, Rakish manipulated the fel armor and overloaded all the power in the engine. Lightning lingered, in a sound like glass shattering, Volos's body of light was crushed by the evil mech.

"Do not!"

In Velen's angry roar, Rakish turned his head, and the general Ereda made a madman-like laugh:

"Ahahahaha! Go to **** for the light you live on! Vilun! You ridiculous leader! You godsman full of lies! Your failed father!"

"Next, you, me...and hatred."

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