Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Velen's combat prowess 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 his escape. He is essentially a priest who hates fighting and is good at healing.

Ninety-nine percent of the characters he appears in are healers.

But we know from the extraordinary combat effectiveness shown by the group of fanatical disciples of the Holy Light Church in many human wars that in many cases, the fields of "treatment" and "combat" do not conflict.

The Light is benevolent, yes, but it also has its moments of wrath.

Such as now

In the shocked gazes of Blake and Hisali, the two people who were eating melons and those who were forced to eat melons, the old prophet Velen who rushed all the way to the beaten Adar burst out with terrifying fighting power.

Facing the giant-like crimson evil mecha in front of him, the prophet raised his hand and fired the holy light smite that all priests know how to do. The principle is to gather the holy light energy into a war hammer or sword and hit the opponent, causing magic. harm.

It's even simpler than the principle of the mages' fireball technique.

But as for the damage, it's usually nothing more than nothing.

It's basically the same scratching that priests do when they're desperate kittens.

However, Velen's Holy Light Smite under protection and anger was not the case. The misery of his old friend Adal filled Velen's heart with rare anger.

The moment the prophet took action in anger, a golden beam of light like a "Holy Light Railgun" fell from the sky.

It's like a compression explosion of a small sun.

The moment it hit the strong and brutal magic mecha, the demon crown molded on the head of this evil weapon forged with magic steel was completely melted. The impact power attached to its magic made the huge and heavy evil energy even more powerful. The mecha retreated continuously.

"Is he so capable of fighting?"

Miss Black Crow, who was passively eating the melon, had a look of astonishment on her face. She turned to look at Blake, who was taking a sip of wine, and said:

"Didn't you say that the prophet rarely fought because he was not good at fighting?"

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

Blake held his belly and laughed, and said in an exaggerated tone:

"This is the second funniest joke I've heard this year, second only to Little Star's stupid comment about Ms. Chi-Ji being so beautiful at White Tiger Temple. Let me just say this, Viren is a priest with a very powerful soul.

He has a really hard time getting angry.

But if you piss him off, neither the King of the Forest nor Tyrande will be able to save you.

This old Delaney man is one of the top twenty ruthless characters in the stars. He is just too kind and believes in fate, so he has created the kind appearance in front of him that is not good at fighting.

Just think about it with your little brain that is almost rusty after you left me. If Velen is really a coward, how can he have the courage and strength to lead a group of exiles who have lost everything and hide among the stars for 25,000 years? ?

Do you really think that the demon fleet that has destroyed countless worlds is just a living thing? "

"So this is a must-win battle?"

Hisari Black Crow curled her lips and said anxiously:

"You have anticipated the outcome. What else is there to watch in this battle? Let's go quickly. The Hand of Gul'dan really can't delay. Once the demon destroys the elemental awakening ritual, the world of Draenor will be over.

How big is your heart to allow you to eat melon and watch the show so easily at this time? "

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

Blake glared at the irritable Miss Black Crow and said:

"I'm not very capable, but my voice is not small, so just sit here! Otherwise, I'll feed you worms."

As soon as the pirate finished speaking, Velen's side erupted again with the halo impact of the Holy Light Waterfall. This time, he was not as kind to the vicious demon in front of him as he was to the undead Draenei.

This explosion of the Holy Light Waterfall was filled with the purifying will of the Holy Light. Its scorching power made Blake raise his hands to cover his eyes. It is no exaggeration to say that the scene was like the explosion of a Holy Light nuclear bomb.

In the terrifying battlefield that was completely filled with holy light, the crimson magic mecha even began to "melt", and the evil weapons specially designed to destroy Naaru were overloaded one after another.

Amidst the ear-piercing explosions, the scorching bombardment of the Holy Light, and just a few minutes of fighting, this destruction machine built by the demon engineer Kingaros himself reached the edge of collapse.

This terrifying fighting power made Black Crow instantly believe Black's statement. Velen was really scary when he was angry.

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

"This is the Light's response to your dark will! Demons."

Velen watched as the magic mecha in front of him melted, peeled off, exploded, and collapsed in the collapse. He did not pursue the victory anymore, but just said a word indifferently, not even paying attention to Ari, who was struggling to climb out of the mecha. Up to the demon lord.

He turned around and called for the Holy Light to come to purify the evil pollution that was tormenting Adal, and then poured his rich Holy Light energy into the weak Naaru's body.

In order to help the coalition forge the ring, Adal entered his weakest posture, and half of his body was broken into pieces by the brutal bombardment of the magic mecha.

This makes this creature of Holy Light look extremely miserable now.

But its sacrifice is meaningful. The forged rings have been sent to their owners. Perhaps soon, the destructive offensive launched by the demons today will be curbed.

Victory is no longer out of reach.

"It's coming. It's coming."

Blake rubbed his hands excitedly and looked at the dusty battlefield in front of him with wide eyes. His excited and evil posture made Miss Black Crow couldn't help but look into the dissipating holy light ahead.

It was rare that she saw a stinky pirate looking forward to something happening so much.

So, what was this asshole expecting?

Miss Black Crow really tried to persuade herself not to pay attention to those strange things, but under the dark influence of Blake, she also began to look forward to what was about to happen with a sense of guilt.

"Maybe I should cover your eyes."

The smelly pirate took a sip of wine and complained:

"What happened next was not something a young girl should watch, at least with her parents. Lo and behold, dear Rakesh crawled out of his scrap metal heap.

If you sell this pile of scrap metal to Old Garni, you should be able to make a lot of money. "

"Yeah yeah, I love this weird alien crap."

As soon as the pirate finished speaking, old Garni, shaking his head, appeared next to him in the smoke.

He stared forward with wide eyes in the resting posture of a Lesognathosaurus, and used his flexible tail to steal the fried melon seeds from Miss Black Crow's arms, biting them with his mouth full of rasp-like teeth. The rattling sound.

"Shut up! Don't talk and watch with your heart."

Blake scolded.

As the melon-eating trio watched, Viren, who was healing Adal from his injuries, also felt something moving behind him.

He looked back and saw that the pilot of the magic mecha, an Eredar demon that had been burned beyond recognition by the holy light, was crawling towards him.

The guy's legs were broken, and he was covered in wounds before his mecha exploded. He would have been burned to pieces while crawling on the holy ground filled with holy light.

But even so, the guy still dragged a melted battle ax and roared like a beast, crawling 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 long for destruction. They really enjoy the joy of darkness purely.

Rarely do they hate a being so much.

"Velan! Are you, an old dog, so willing to dedicate everything you have to those damn Naaru?"

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

"What poison did those jigsaw puzzles inject into your dirty heart? Turn the once wise you into their loyal dog? What did your Holy Light promise to you?

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

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

The Prophet didn't land a last hit on the demon.

He knew this guy didn't have long to live.

The pure holy light he blasted out with anger just now comes with the power of purification, and it is extremely lethal to chaotic creatures like demons. The purifying power of the Holy Light has penetrated deeply into the body of this strange eredar demon, and its death is only a matter of time.

But its soul will return to the Twisting Nether to continue serving its dark master.

The demons cannot be killed unless the twisted void born from evil energy can be completely destroyed, but evil energy is one of the six forces of the universe. Who can do that?

"Haha, what an upright rhetoric, what a disgusting hypocrisy!

Twenty-five thousand years ago, was this how you convinced yourself to give up your wife and son and embark on the road of exile under the guidance of your ‘holy light’? "

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

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

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

Haha, Kil'jaeden is right, you are a heartless bastard, Velen, the hypocritical Holy Light transformed you into an existence uglier than a demon!

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

"Kil'jaeden?"

Viren felt something bad the moment he heard the name.

He looked back at the eredar demon with only one breath left, and he finally saw its face clearly. There were claw marks on the face, and it was covered with cracks and herpes of evil energy.

this.

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

It is impossible for a legendary demon lord like him to come into contact with Kil'jaeden. Why can it repeat Kil'jaeden's evaluation of himself and the family he has been talking about.

Could it be

The prophet's fingers trembled.

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

When he saw the confrontation between the prophet and the dying Eredar demon, a glimmer of success and pride flashed in the eyes of the miserable high priest.

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 own father.

No! Don't despair, Velen.

You can still save him, that sword!

Right inside, that sword! "

After shouting this sentence, High Priest Ishana was "overwhelmed" by the undead that rushed around him. Just like an actor who had finished the last line of the curtain call, he left the stage in a miserable way with great dedication.

"boom"

It was like a thunderbolt exploding in the soul of the prophet.

Let Velen, who always strives to remain kind and peaceful, and leads his people to stumble forward with the wisdom to see through fate, stands firm like a fire-bearer in the darkness, and Velen, who always moves forward, collapses in an instant.

What wisdom, what reason, what salvation.

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

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

"Little master, what happened to you over there?"

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

"I feel a powerful and seductive soul collapsing. It is a flesh-and-blood entity that allows me to instantly gain all the power of the ancient sages!

He is so delicious!

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

"No!"

Blake snorted, satisfied that he had seen the scene he wanted to see, stood up, took a step back, and sneaked into the shadows behind Old Garni and Miss Black Crow, who were as stunned as if they were struck by lightning.

He said to Xal'atas who was eager to try:

"Such an old soul is not suitable for you. He is still a man. Be good and be patient. I will find a better one for you."

After saying that, the pirate completely disappeared into the silent ruins. Before leaving, he said to Hisari Black Crow:

"The rest is up to you."

"Um?"

Miss Black Crow was instantly shocked, and 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 said with a sly chuckle:

"I gave you all the equipment to play the 'God of Redemption' a long time ago. Don't you think I'm heartless? Black Crow, now the chance of survival of the entire Draenor world falls on your shoulders. .

You can also feel my usual pressure.

This will probably help you say less sarcastic words in front of me in the future.

Go ahead.

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

——

"Papa pa pa"

In the shadows in front of the gate of Karabor Temple, Blake looked at the fear witch Jintesha who walked out of the gate of shadow with a proud look on her face.

He did not hesitate to give applause of praise and said:

"What a wonderful performance! Your evil and despicableness shocked me. Now I no longer doubt the ability of the Dread Lords to play with the mind.

The Great Emperor has a bunch of bastards like you to help him, so why worry about succeeding in his great cause? "

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

The queen of the Nasrezim looked arrogantly at her "competitors" and said:

"Velan's fall is doomed. The competition between us is that Nathrezim has won. Black Shaw, you must remember your original promise.

From today on, you are my adjutant when I serve 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? "

"Well, it's not time to settle the victory or defeat yet, right?"

The pirate rubbed his chin and said:

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

"It's impossible! It's over."

Jin Taisha said with a sarcastic sneer:

"Under the current situation, even if the Holy Light God comes in person, there is no way he can save Velen who has a mental breakdown. His fate is already sealed! You are just looking forward to a future that will never happen."

"Well, just think that I'm a tough talker, and I want to modify our contract. If you win, I'm 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 if, I mean just in case, if I win, you will leave the Parliament of Fear and become my contracted devil!"

"You're crazy."

Jin Tesha sneered, lifted Blake's chin with her frivolous fingers, and said:

"Okay, since you are looking for death, why should I refuse? When you lick my toes, I will wear the most beautiful dog leash in the stars and prepare you the warmest dog house.

I will take you out for a walk and let you see the bigger world.

I will treat you well, my dear little hound Blake. "