Azeroth’s Death Track

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Not long ago, Velen had seen a very desperate prediction in an unexpected situation.

In the battlefield full of smoke and doomsday scene, he was gray-haired, holding a red-skinned Eredar who was filled with felious herpes and scars. He was very painful, as if he had lost the most important things. same.

Velen still remembers that in that terrible prophecy, he shouted "The Holy Light can't save him...", which is simply an indescribable horrible disaster.

However, although it was a very painful prophecy, it was also a dark prophecy, but it was also a prophecy lacking solid evidence. Velen held a song of soul, and this purple Atama crystal gave the prophet the ability to predict the future However, the prophet’s prediction of the future is more of seeing one of the countless possibilities of the future. As the prophet said, the future is uncertain. Just seeing the fragment does not mean that the future can be changed.

And according to the further development of the matter, the future seen in those fragments will not necessarily happen, so for Velen, he must treat these future fragments with caution, and choose the most likely one from them. Then avoid it without letting those future "false illusions" affect him.

After all, he is a leader, any of his decisions will cause very serious problems, and for a qualified leader, he can draw conclusions based on the development of facts, can draw conclusions based on the interests of race, or even The conclusion can be made based on the attitude of the people, but it cannot be concluded simply because of future predictions...

After all, predicting such a thing sounds very unreliable. Relying on such a thing to make a decision...will be dead.

So after the death prophecy appeared, the prophet thought for a few days, thinking it was a false illusion, it is unlikely to appear in the near future, and it is unlikely to happen as predicted by the illusion, after all, his son Nuri He and his wife had already died in the disaster of Argus and died under the murder of the lieutenant Targas who betrayed him.

At this point, Velen had been affirmed from Lord Targas, the legionary hunter who had been pursuing the draenei.

But Velen is not clear. This is itself an evil conspiracy that Kil'jaeden has prepared for many years in order to punish his "betrayal"... a horrible conspiracy enough to defeat the prophet's heart!

Now, this conspiracy has come true.

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Velen reached out his hand and wanted to take off the twisted mask of General Rakish who had been shocked. At this moment, the old prophet's fingers were shaking, and the scene of the death prophecy not long ago echoed in his heart, letting the prophet's soul All shuddered.

Behind the prophet, the high-lord dressed in costumes stood on the cane and stood in the dark. He calmly watched the action of Velen in front of him. He already knew the result of this game in advance, so for all the prophet will encounter, Tyrion has his own guesses, but these are not important! What really matters is that today, he will reap a precious soul.

Velen's soul!

That was the treasure he had been coveting when he first met the Prophet in the world of Draenor. After the war in the world of Draenor against demons ended, he wanted to take advantage of that opportunity to bring Velen Strangled on the spot, but was hidden by the prepared prophet.

Since then, Tyrion knows that if he wants to get the soul of the prophet, he must be prepared in advance. For someone who has the ability to see through the future, if he wants to kill him, he wants to get his soul. A simple thing, as long as there is a slight mistake, it will lead to failure.

Now, after planning for so long, planning so much, preparing so much... it's time to harvest loot, is there anything more fulfilling than this?

No more!

"Ha ha"

The Lord Lord gave a deep laugh in the dark. He looked at Velen's difficult movements and said softly:

"Do you need me to help you? My friend... You see, the fire of the Holy Light that you used to burn the poor little Nuri was too hot, melting his mask and his face together, this It is a very painful process. For flesh and blood creatures, this is comparable to the most terrible torture. Gee, I really don’t know how Xiao Nuri survived!"

"Look, you dad...what a sin! Listen to me, you want to take off that mask, it is best to use a knife... sharp knives, I have a lot here, if you need... ."

"To shut up!"

Tyrion's chattering caused the prophet to explode at this moment, and he threw a sentence without looking back:

"Don't disturb me, I'm doing important things...important..."

"Then you better hurry up!"

Tyrion's voice also became deeper:

"This demon won't last long, if you want to hear a few last words..."

Tyrion’s “urging” made the prophet’s hand shake even stronger. Velen had already predicted the result in his heart, but Rao was a prophet who had experienced countless winds and waves. At this moment, he also rarely hesitated, accurately Say, it is fear... As a prophet who predicts the future as his own job, he begins to fear that his predictions will come true.

The mask that had become cold was difficult to take off, and the Prophet rarely did the work similar to the corpse. Seeing his clumsy appearance, Tyrion couldn’t stand it anymore. His fingers flicked lightly and sharply. The black light blade appeared in the hand, and the lord leaned down, brushing the mask on Rakish's face with the light blade, turning around the place where the mask merged with the skin, smoothly removing the mask, and then facing the dimension Lun made a "please" gesture.

Rakish’s face and mask were glued together by the burning fire of the Holy Light. After the mask was removed, the twisted face looked extremely permeable, but on the face covered with burns and sores , Vaguely still can see a face similar to Velen with 7 points, although that face has caused cracks in the skin due to long-term exposure to evil energy, and a glimmer of green fluorescence also shone in the dim eyes.

His breath was weak. As the Lord Lord said, this Eredar demon, after experiencing the most miserable torture, was only one step away from death.

"what..."

Velen’s fingers touched on Rakish’s face, the old prophet lowered his head, and the high lord could not see his expression, but from his slightly trembling body, the big lord could perceive that the prophet was gradually collapsing in front of him. Inwardly, his fingers were gentle, touching Rakish's eyes, nose and **** cheeks, like a real old father, stroking his sleeping son.

Fear of exerting a little force will wake up his son from his dream.

"I... hardly spoke to him..."

Velen's voice was sullen, as if at that moment, he was thousands of years old, his straight waist collapsed at this moment, he said to himself as if to himself:

"I left Argus shortly after he was born..."

"I entrusted my most trusted lieutenant Targas to pick up my wife and son from Argus, but he had long turned to Kil'jaeden, and when he called me, it was a trap, a Kilga Dan and Targas teamed up with the trap, he told me that my son Nuri and my wife Yala, died...was killed by him..."

"Well"

Velen's voice choked at this moment, and his voice became deeper and unheard of:

"Since then, I thought that in this world, I no longer have any relatives... I have no family anymore, my people have become my only family... I have lost my Nuri and My Yala, I can’t lose anymore... can’t lose them anymore..."

"I sealed Nuri and Yala in the deepest corner of my heart and memory... as if they were... they never appeared..."

"Well"

Velen's fingers touched the wound on General Rakish's cheek, and this General Ereda moaned subconsciously. The Prophet's hands immediately flooded with light, trying to save his son, but he was hurried by the eyes. The lord opened.

"Do you want to execute him?"

Tyrion Shen Sheng asked:

"Holy light, to him, to your son, is fatal! Holy light, can't save him!"

"Ah, yes, the Holy Light... The Holy Light cannot save my Nuri."

Velen’s consciousness at this moment was a bit dazed because of the blow. Under Tyrion’s “goodwill reminder”, he withdrew his hands in awe, and at Velen’s forehead, it was supported by the Holy Light. The seal of the draenei leader has also dimmed at this moment, as if as if the Holy Light no longer shines on this prophet.

The Holy Light is slowly fading from his body!

"Om"

The heart of the light belonging to Naruvolos, who was put by Velen, was buzzing. The weak Naru seemed to foresee the terrible encounter where Velen was fading away. The Prophet killed Rakish by wrong hand. The matter has already begun to deny itself in the heart. This is an extremely terrible thing. Naru hopes to awaken Velen from that kind of collapse.

But before he could speak, the Lord’s calm voice sounded in Volos’s mind:

"I just buried Zela...Do you want to be the second one?"

"Don't want it? Then roll aside! Don't disturb his confession! Don't let your hands get stained with blood... The draenei will not die like this. If you lose Velen, you will have a new future! "

Under the threat of the Lord Lord, the buzz of Volos's weak Heart of Light slowly subsided, while Tyrion was like a real good friend. He supported the Prophet Velen's shoulder with one hand and whispered to him. :

"I'm more proficient at treating this situation. Of course, I believe that your father and son haven't seen it for more than 20,000 or more years. Maybe you should talk about it first..."

Speaking, the Lord of the Lord injected a force of death into General Eredar’s body, delaying his death for a moment, and between the glimmer of the dim light, Rakish temporarily forgot the pain, just like The waking child slowly opened his eyes in the arms of the prophet.

What the demon saw at the first time was Velen’s tear-stained face, and the pain and concern shining in those eyes. Rakish subconsciously wanted to break away from Velen’s arms, but was hugged tightly by the Prophet. , Velen was like coaxing a child, he whispered:

"Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, my Nuri, it’s all gone, everything is gone... I will heal you, I will protect you, Kil'jaeden, he can't hurt you anymore, I swear ...He can't."

"But I...I hate you!"

Rakish's voice was hoarse like steel friction. He closed his eyes and said astringently:

"I hate you, my mother, she has never blamed you, even if she was imprisoned at Makare, even if she eventually died of illness, she was lonely for 2000... everyone in that world is there Hate her because they hate you, Velen...you betrayed them, their most wise leader, abandoned them... the cowards, they transferred their hatred to you to my mother and me."

"But she never blamed you, you are sorry for her! You coward! You are sorry for her!"

Rakish's breathing became rapid, his life was in line with death, and his time in the world was only the last few seconds. He grabbed Velen's wrist, and he shouted:

"Not everyone is fortunate enough to see their origins...your world is dead, and I live, my birth bears the unimaginable destruction of ordinary people, and death, my life is to atone for it. "

"My life has been atonement for you! Velen!"

"Vilun, father, you lost! Kil'jaeden defeated you...but I, I am not...not happy, I am at a loss...Vilun, in front of me...one piece, dark..."

The wretched Eredar's wrists became weak, he closed his eyes, and in Velen's desperate cry like a beast, he said in a dreamlike voice:

"Maybe, maybe the mother is right..."

"Father, we... see you in hell!"

"no no!!!"

Velen felt the breath of the son in his arms dissipate. The mark of the Holy Light on the forehead of the draenei leader completely collapsed at this moment. In the scattered weak spot, the last light of the Prophet's body was completely dim In this darkness, the last light was completely extinguished.

The next moment, endless, shadows like swarming, between the bitter wailing of pain and pain... Bury everything!

"Ah, I like to talk to the dead."

Standing in the dark, Tyrion looked at Velen, who was completely collapsed in front of him, and the corpse in his arms, the ice blue eyes of the high lord gleamed in the darkness with a gleam of light, he said to himself Say:

"The cemetery is not the last place, it is the place of rebirth... no matter how bad the corpse is, there is a trace of anger... Just a light tick, sometimes, it is enough to resurrect the soul!"

"Oh, look, the world is bleak."

"Because of the Holy Light..."

"Die, now!"

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