Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1329 79. Is this all part of your plan, Black? -Happy Labor Day【13】

Thessaly Black Crow was surrounded by a group of Draenei undead. In this dark and cold hall, nearly a thousand pairs of indifferent eyes burning with soul fire stared at her, which made the Archdruid feel very uncomfortable. Comfortable.

The place where so many undead gathered has been covered with a layer of chill that can reach the bottom of the heart. Coupled with the existence of the cursed magic sword Frostmourne, the hall is covered with white death frost.

As if aware of the discomfort in Miss Black Crow's heart, the flames from the Fire of Savras suddenly rose up, wrapping Miss Black Crow and dispelling the chill around her.

The flames bared their teeth and claws and turned into flying little fire eagles flying in all directions, forming a warm barrier around the black crow to isolate it from the cold erosion of the undead.

Under the gaze of the prophet, the archdruid took out an exquisite pandaren-style crystal bottle from his bag and raised it high.

Under the reflection of the flame in his hand, the water in the bottle shone with a strange light.

"I just figured it out."

Hisari shouted to the prophet who was holding the body of Nuri Velen:

"A long time ago, when the man gave me this bottle of fountain of youth as a joke, he said that it could be used for salvation, but it was clearly evil.

I thought about burying it somewhere no one could find it, but I ended up keeping it.

It turns out that my trust in him was correct!

Today, now, is when it should come into play. If all this is a game, then I am the best card he can play!

Come, Viren, I will take you to save your son.

There is no need to embrace the darkness, there is no need to pray to evil, and there is no need to entrust the future and all hopes of yourself and your tribe to that magic sword that is not a good thing at first sight!

He left this thing as a last blessing to good people.

Anyway, stay away from that sword! "

"enough!"

Hisari's sudden disruption made the surrounding Draenei undead, who were looking forward to a leader to lead their revenge, extremely angry. As the first undead to be resurrected by Frostmourne in the Karabor Temple, the former Holy Light Tu Yirel roared at Hisari Black Crow:

"Get out! Outsiders, you have nothing to do here!"

Under her scolding, a large number of Draenei undead rushed towards Miss Black Crow, wanting to kill her and then be resurrected by the magic sword like them.

As the instinct of the uncontrollable dead, they hate all living people, especially those with such vivid vitality. They are like a light in the darkness, attracting all the undead to project malice towards her.

But Miss Hisali is not afraid of these dead people at all.

"In the name of the fire of Savras, in the name of the fire of purity and kindness, in the name of the fire of new life and passion, stand back! Dead men!

You are not allowed to enter this realm of life! "

The new life and enthusiasm from the fire filled her with courage when facing the cold dead. The burning flaming scythe was raised high, and the power of the primal fire exploded in the hands of the Archdruid.

As the dancing war scythe was struck on the ground, fiery red flames erupted in front of the Arch Druid's feet.

In the rising light that spreads out in a circle and looks like a blooming flame, the dancing dazzling firelight emits the screams of fire eagles and phoenixes, forcing back the undead who are rushing towards the black crows.

These cursed beings born in death and despair covered their eyes one by one, hunched over their bodies and howled miserably. The flames did not harm them.

But like snowmen walking into the sun, their skins are scattered with ash burning like fire.

Sisari Black Crow, who was standing in the explosion of flames, had her druid uniform and cloak burned away in an instant, revealing the armor she had made with her own hands after being blessed by the flames.

Those robes that seemed to be lit by flames, the fire feather shawls shining on her shoulders, and the fire crown formed by the flames on the burning long hair made her look full of majesty.

There are flaming facial lines on her cheeks, her eyes are like embers that have not been extinguished after burning out, and the scorching breath of flaming flames surrounds her. Every move has flaming flames lingering on her skin and fingers.

Making her look more like a semi-elemental creature rather than pure flesh and blood.

This is the true form of the Flame Druid.

"Don't hurt them!"

The prophet's cloudy eyes seemed to be illuminated by the light in front of him, and he shouted:

"They are still our people. They were just stirred up by this sword to the darkness in their hearts. They are buried in pain. It is not their fault."

"I didn't say they were wrong! Prophet."

The archdruid shook his head and said:

"Every beast group needs a beast king to lead them. They have no one to rely on after returning from the world of death. It is understandable that they want their former leader to lead them.

But it can't be you.

Those draenei who are still alive still need you!

Think about it, without your leadership, where would those living lives go? "

She looked at the dead people around her who looked disgusted at her.

The black crow was silent for a moment and whispered:

"As for you awakened dead, don't you realize that you are also tools used by Kil'jaeden the Deceiver to harm your leader?

I listened to that man analyze your stories for me.

When you fell into this world more than two hundred years ago, you were discovered by the Deceiver's spies. You originally continued to flee, but you chose to live in Draenor, and you forgot about your past for more than ten years. pursuers, regard this unsafe world as your new home.

You live here with peace of mind, forgetting the threat of demons that are just around the corner, completely giving up the vigilance you developed when you were fleeing, and acting as if there were no demons chasing you among the stars.

Is this normal?

Kil'jaeden has been playing tricks on you!

The angry fraudster knows how to bring you the most painful outcome. It has spent two hundred years perfecting its vicious plan, all for today.

It almost succeeded.

Your prophet almost fell into darkness and was unable to extricate himself, and you almost completely buried the last hope of the entire draenei people with your own hands.

That sword was sent by the devil!

Are you crazy? Would you let your prophet touch it? "

Hisari Black Crow put away the flaming scythe, and she imitated Blake's sarcastic tone and said to the undead in front of her:

"Of course you can blame all the past disasters on Lord Velen's weakness, put yourself in the position of a perfect victim, and justifiably desire an equally ugly revenge.

But you cannot fool yourselves.

The decision to stay in Draenor was made by all the Draenei!

You also agree with the decision to coexist peacefully with the orcs!

It is you who have sent yourselves into the trap of fraudsters step by step.

Black once told me that for a long time after you fell in Draenor, Velen completely lost the ability to predict the future. He could not see what would happen in the future and could only stay in Draenor according to the wishes of the people. Life.

This blood debt cannot be blamed on him!

He is just your leader, not your parent

What a bunch of spoiled brats, they must learn to bear the cost of the decisions they make instead of blaming everything on others.

But I don’t mean to scold you either. "

The archdruid took a step back, raised the fountain of youth in her hand, and said to the prophet and the undead beside him:

"I'm just here to convey to you what the 'Black Prophet' Black Shaw wanted to say but didn't say. You can't be so selfish! The undead can't selfishly take away the hope of the living.

And prophet, you cannot selfishly abandon your responsibilities and missions here and let your tired soul slip into the abyss.

You can't lie flat and rot!

There are so many draenei counting on you, and just outside this temple, there are warriors from our world fighting for your world!

Even if you want to die, you can’t die now! "

"I"

Viren felt ashamed.

Maybe it’s because I see another hope of saving the child, maybe it’s because the moment of spiritual collapse has passed, and reason is returning. After surviving the darkest valley, persisting is going uphill.

He looked back at the magic sword hovering behind him, and then at the Archdruid standing in the bright flames, holding the fountain of youth high.

A feeling of shame arose in the prophet's heart.

what happened to him?

Why did I have that terrible thought just now? At that moment, I actually wanted to give up the Holy Light. God, this thought was so terrifying.

certainly.

The prophet did not notice that there was another force rapidly withdrawing from his compensated mind.

"Well done, little girl."

Xalatath's sarcastic voice dissipated in Thessaly Black Crow's ears, and she said:

"Keep working hard. If you continue like this, you will become one of us poor women. What's so good about Black Shaw? Let you all flock to him like moths to a flame.

In addition, from now on, you are the common enemy of all the Dreadlords. Because of you, they have suffered unprecedented humiliation.

Be careful, the Nathrezim won't let you go. "

As soon as Xalatath finished speaking, three or four black figures jumped out from the group of undead over there, rushing towards the black crow with a ruthless attitude, trying to take away the water bottle in her hand.

Two other guys rushed towards Velen, trying to press the awake prophet's hand on the magic sword.

That angry and frustrated posture is very much like the old saying

Negotiation failed, prepare to attack!

This sudden change caught the Draenei undead headed by Yrel off guard, and they immediately realized that the Archdruid's words were right.

They are just one link in the conspiracy against the Prophet today.

They were tricked!

"Back off!"

Viren roared and raised his left hand high, and the dazzling holy light once again burst out from the prophet's body, which had regained his heart. A golden barrier opened outside his body, blocking the approaching Dread Lord from outside his body.

But Hisari's side is even more troublesome.

In terms of absolute strength, the archdruid is not as powerful as the prophet.

She was harassed by several Dread Lords and was thrown into a panic. While fighting in the form of a flaming bear, she was slapped by a Dread Lord's paw, causing the water bottle in her hand to spin and fly out.

"No!"

Hisari widened her eyes and wanted to turn into a falcon and rush towards the water bottle in the sky. That thing was currently the only way to solve the prophet's "family problem". Once it was lost, it would be over.

"Ha ha ha ha"

One of the Dreadlords sneered, grabbing the bottle in the air and slamming it to the ground.

Well, whether Velen is willing or not, he must become the sword bearer of Frostmourne today. The Emperor's great plan cannot be allowed to fail!

"boom"

The bottle that was supposed to be smashed was caught by a petite figure jumping out from the crowd, preventing the fountain of youth from dying.

The undead female Yrel, whose body was covered with scars, got up from the ground. The undead beside her fought with the fear devils to protect her.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

Under the complex gaze of the prophet, Yrel silently handed him the bottle in his hand, his blood-red soul fire eyes still full of indifference and disgust.

She said hoarsely:

"You have let us down again, Prophet, take your son and go back to the world of the living. It turns out that you are not the kind of leader we want."

"But you are, kid."

The prophet took the water bottle and said to Yrel:

"You don't have to pray for someone to lead you. You should choose your own leader.

I remember you, little Yrel, you are an apprentice at the Temple of Karabor, from the village of Ambori. You are a genius truly blessed by the Holy Light. Archbishop Akama has mentioned you to me more than once.

On that day, we invited you and your family to the Karabo Temple to participate in the upcoming summer festival. There was also a young girl who was always inseparable from you. She should be your younger sister.

Her name is Samaro.

When the orcs attacked the Karabor Temple, you were the first to respond to the call of the garrison and go up the city wall. No wonder they were so convinced of you. You showed your unique leadership qualities when you suffered disaster.

Go ahead.

Just like Lord Ravencrest led the dead elves to fight, let's lead our people.

Even if the Holy Light no longer favors you, I will still bless you. "

Viren took out the Enlightenment Mark from his arms, and placed his hand on Yrel's head in the next moment. A strange power emerged from the Enlightenment Mark and condensed a very similar but different-shaped leader mark on Yrel's forehead. .

This mark is more than just a symbol of the leader of a civilization.

It was the seal of the leader of the Triumvirate when the Argus civilization flourished, and Kil'jaeden and Archimonde voluntarily gave it up. Now with the help of the Enlightenment Seal that once belonged to Archimonde, the Prophet gave the new Seal of Leadership to the undead woman in front of him.

It represents Viren's recognition of her as the new "Consul".

The prophet whispered:

"We are destined to meet on the battlefield, Yrel. We draenei will never flee again. If we don't fight, there will never be a new home for us among the stars.

I'm sorry that I only realized this at this time. "

"Hey! How long do you want to chat? Is it time to chat now?"

The archdruid, who was surrounded by several fear demons and was already covered with injuries, screamed:

"Velan! Twist open the bottle of water, give your son half to drink, and then find a demon to drink the rest for him! Don't drink it yourself. Once the life force full of holy light in your body is transferred, it will destroy your son. The devil's son was instantly burned to ashes.

There has to be a demon! "

"demon?"

Velen turned to look at the Dread Lord in front of him who had been attacking his Holy Light Barrier.

The latter also realized that something was wrong, and after looking at each other with the prophet, he screamed and was about to run away, but as soon as he started, the chain of holy light extending from his feet trapped him in place.

Behind the unlucky Dread Lord, the prophet opened the water bottle and poured half of the spring water into his son's mouth. He then roughly pulled the Dread Lord over by his neck and poured the remaining half of the spring water into his mouth.

The life force full of evil energy is shifting.

Watching this scene, watching the show with all-you-can-eat food, the slim-waisted and long-legged Green little blue female angel stared in stunned silence, the already dead Nuri Velen actually died bit by bit. The breath of life was restored.

How bad!

This means she has to rely on her hands again today!

Damn it, how many times has this happened?

If you think about it carefully, in all the deaths related to that stinking pirate Black Shaw, she came back empty-handed every time.

What will happen if this continues!

If she continues like this, she will be laughed at by her colleagues in the promotion fortress. She is a saint!