Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Villen is dead..."

Tyrion stood on the platform of the Dark Temple, calmly watching the Draenei Nuri Velen kneeling there, crying silently, he did not mock or expect in his ice-blue eyes, he was like a public official Again, in a cold voice:

"The destiny of the prophet is over, and an era has perished, and you and I are his last witnesses. Your father has won a free future for you. You should hold it well."

"Leave here, boy, you have a night to pack your clothes. At dawn tomorrow, you will return to the world of the living, and your father will be reborn as an avenger..."

"Go away!"

The angry young man opened the big lord's hand to the prophet. He clenched his fists and held it in front of the prophet's remains, just like a fearless fighter, protecting his most important treasure.

"I don't allow you to touch my father!"

Flames were shining in Nuri’s eyes, and the evil energy in this young man’s body was purified, but as a price to cross the death, he should not be able to accept any more power, but under the traction of the mark of the leader floating on his forehead, a faint light The golden flame ignited in his chest, and in the slightly surprised gaze of the high lord, the golden sparks, like the spreading wildfire, brought the power of the Holy Light back to Nuri in just a few seconds Inside the body.

The hot golden wings flapped behind the draenei. On his body, the golden lines were like the strongest armor of faith, the body of the protector Nuri, and the terrible blood of the prophet, making this reborn The young man received the blessing of the Holy Light, so that this cold place of death also had the power to protect himself.

But... this power is far from the Prophet.

"boom"

At the moment when Nuri wanted to pounce and fight with the High Lord, Tyrion’s fingers flicked outward, and the dark power was like a roaring whip, smashing the Holy Light wrapped around Nuri’s body easily. , That fluttering flame like a plume of sparks flying in the air, shining this cold platform very gorgeous.

It's a pity that the overwhelming young man was tumbling out of awkwardness, and finally hit the icy pillar of the platform. A lash mark appeared on his face. When he looked up, he saw his own The father's remains were frozen with ice by the evil lord, and then put into the sarcophagus where he lay.

He lost him...a second time...

"no no!!"

Nuri moved his shoulders and climbed again, but at the moment he rushed to the Lord, the death lord Yrel, who suddenly appeared in the dark, punched Nuri with a punch, and she gathered her strength, but The blow still smashed the young man who was stunned by pain.

"boom"

The draenei smashed in front of Yrel's boots. The dead lord raised his head and looked at the big lord who was slowly closing the lid of the sarcophagus. She asked in a low voice:

"How long will the Prophet be..."

"For a long time, Yrel!"

The Lord Lord knew what his subordinate wanted to ask. While sending the sarcophagus into the rift of the dead world, he replied:

"A soul like Velen loved by the Holy Light to the extreme, it takes time to completely fall into death, he voluntarily accepts this fate, the powerful soul will no longer resist, and this time will be reduced a lot, but we still It takes patience...it's like an old wine brewing dead, and only after a long time of tempering can the aroma be smelled..."

"Well, I look forward to it."

Yrel brushed her white hair and smiled, and she handed the thing to the Lord Lord. She said:

"The prophet gave me this before accepting destiny, I think, maybe you will need it."

Tyrion looked back and looked at the soul song in Yrel’s hand. He looked at the crystal. After a while, he shook his head:

"The legacy that Velen gave you, it belongs to you, little Yrel, you can decide how to use it yourself, maybe you can go to Magni and let him use this crystal to make a hand for you Weapons, you can also give it to others who need it, me, I don’t need it anymore."

The Lord Lord smiled:

"I don't have the habit of snatching loot from my subordinates...go."

He turned around and walked into the rift of the dead world.At the moment when the high lord disappeared, Yrel kicked Nuri at the foot, and she shouted:

"So, boss, what about this guy?"

"Keep him for one night, and then tomorrow morning...throw him out! Let him self-extend...self-destruct."

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Yrel did not finally throw Nuri out of the dark temple. She directed a death knight to send Nuri to a room on the lower level, and then went to the database of the Dark Blade Intelligence Bureau. The moment I hit the awakening, I saw a tall draenei death knight in black armor, holding a file box, and pushed the door open and walked into his room.

Feeling the cold breath from Yrel in the same vein as the Lord, Nuri picked up the bronze wine glass on the table as a weapon, and looked at her cautiously. Although the influence of evil energy on him has dispersed, However, as a general of the Burning Legion, the combat skills learned and the fighting experience accumulated during the nearly 10,000 years of war, let Nuri, the real combat effectiveness of this son of Velen, should not be underestimated.

"boom"

A box full of documents was piled on the table by Yrel. The hoofed girl held her arms and looked down at Nuri. She said calmly:

"In this place, that thing can't protect you! Rest assured, the Prophet Velen sacrificed himself and saved you. As long as you don't mess around, you are not in danger in this place, at least tonight."

As a demon general who once burned the Legion, Nuri would not believe that a threatening person so easily, but he did not feel hostility from Yrel, he relaxed and put the bronze wine glass in his hand On the side, he looked at the box full of documents on the table, and he asked:

"what is this?"

"This is what we can find. Most of the deeds of the Prophet Velen are mostly from the Draenei entering the world of Draenor. Now, there are some trivial and important deeds in 200 years."

Yrel picked up a document, which was marked with the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency logo, and she threw it to Nuri, she said:

"The relationship between you and the Prophet, I think you need these, you have never learned much about your father, you know him, maybe not as much as me, before leaving here, I hope In your mind, the image of Velen’s father can be clearer... this is probably the last thing I can do for him."

Nouri said nothing. He sat by the bed, opened the document, and looked at the formulaic, cold text descriptions. After a few minutes, he looked up and his eyes sparkled with doubt:

"Then I am more curious, who are you? Why do you do so much for my father, are you...my sister?"

"Stop thinking!"

Yrel flicked his tail:

"As far as I know, the Prophet has been keeping himself clean after leaving Argus. He has never had any scandals with any woman. Obviously, this is because you and your mother are too important in his heart...but we are from I haven’t heard the Prophet mention anything about you and your mother. He probably thought that you had already fallen in the disaster of Argus, so he regarded it as the most painful torture in life."

"Do you know? Your appearance, no matter how it appears, is a good thing for the Prophet. At least he was not alone as he used to be before he died."

A sorrow flashed in the eyes of the death lord:

"Perhaps he walked happily and contentedly...the moment he greets death is happier than when he was alive."

"is it?"

Nuri tasted the sad words. He lowered his head and looked through the documents in his hand. In the description of the text, a vague image of the prophet appeared slowly in his heart, just like filling his childhood. Father's fantasy.

"you can go now."

Nuri whispered:

"I hope to stay alone for a while, thank you."

"Well, hurry up."

Yrel walked to the door. She looked back at Nuri, looking at the 7-point face similar to the Prophet, and the dim and broken seal of the leader suspended on her forehead. She whispered:

"When the sun rises tomorrow, you are about to leave here, which is what the Prophet meant. He does not want you to be too deeply involved with us dead... For the world of the living, we are a group of hateful heresy."

"Oh, yes, and this!"

Yrel took the purple Soul Song crystal from his pocket, shook it in his palm, and threw it to Nuri:

"This is the beloved thing that the Prophet carried with him for tens of thousands of years. I feel that you are more qualified to hold it... Although you are not a Prophet, in your hands, it can only be used as decorations and souvenirs, but ... or keep it."

"boom"

With the departure of Yrel and the closing of the door, the tears in Nuri’s eyes dripped silently at this moment. Although as an adult, such a tearful gesture was too much, but considering the child’s experience The heavy past and the parting of life and death just now...don't be so demanding of him.

In the dark temple room, under the light of the crystal lamp that was not bright, Nuri paged through the pages of his father's records of the past 200 years, which were outlined in the dictation of the draenei death knight The image of the prophet.

A wise, benevolent, sometimes indecisive, and somewhat blind image of faith plumped up in his heart, as well as about what the Prophet did during the draenei period in Azeroth, and Draenor Compared with the world, the prophets in the new world seem to have become much more determined, and even the style of behavior has become clearer.

He is progressing... he has learned the lessons of the past, and he has begun to try to lead his people in a more positive manner.

That is his father, a prophet, a fugitive, a leader, and... a qualified father, a hero of a son.

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The next morning, the moment the sun jumped out of the horizon, Nuri, who was carrying a small burden, stood in front of the portal of the Dark Temple and came to see him off, only Yrel.

The young man seemed very silent. He didn't say much. At the moment the portal opened, Nuri turned around and put the soul song crystal back into Yrel's hand. He looked at the death lord in front of him, He says:

"This is left by your father, Yrel, I am not qualified to hold it."

After talking, the young man stretched his body. He looked at the dark temple that was slightly cold and dim in front of him. He whispered:

"Thank you for the documents you brought, they made me no longer at a loss, they made me understand the firm goal hidden in my father’s heart, it will also become my goal... I am not nothing, he left the best life Give it to me, when I look back, I can see him, he stands behind me, smiles so kindly at me, encourages me, goes all the way..."

"That's hope, that's in the darkness of the past ten thousand years, I have never had emotions... and holding hope is enough to make me no longer dazed, this is enough! Thank you, Yrel, You are kind... uh, undead."

Yrel didn't say anything. She played with the purple soul song crystal in her hand. She looked at Nuri who was walking into the teleporter. She asked in a low voice:

"So, what are you going to do?"

The young son of the Prophet stood in the light curtain of the teleportation station, and he smiled at Yrel. The face similar to Velen showed a hearty smile:

"It's simple..."

"I want to inherit my father's legacy, take my father's clan, take my clan..."

"Come back home!"

"Om"

The teleportation light shines at this moment. In Yrel’s slightly surprised gaze, Nuri’s figure disappears on the teleportation platform of the Dark Temple. He will be sent to the teleportation hall of the new Stormwind City, and then he will Walk into your own life.

"Bring the draenei home?"

Yrel threw the purple soul song crystal up and down. She shook her head. It was really a great dream.

But then, the death lord frowned again, looking at the purple crystal in her hand. She had a headache. She couldn't deliver this thing. It seemed that she really had to hold it.

According to the opinion of the High Lord, maybe she should use this magical crystal to make herself a weapon?

"So, what's the name?"

Yrel grabbed her horns, and on the way to the large furnace of the heart of melting fire, she had been thinking about what name her weapon should have. This crystal was given to her by the prophet, and the prophet was hope She can use this crystal properly to help Azeroth through the disaster caused by the demon, and to free her anger on the **** demon's head.

Hmm... I heard that the prophet's favorite thing in his lifetime was the sacred rosary carved in azure crystal...

Ok!

"Then call it..."

"Blue anger!"

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