Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Kil'jaeden said that he had betrayed the Legion. This truth made Velen, as a prophet, feel a sense of black humor like irony of fate.

If he was a guy with a mouth like Black, this would certainly ironic Kil'jaeden's choices.

If you had known that today would be like this, you should have followed Velen when he escaped, and you would have saved 25,000 years of dark struggle in vain.

Giving up at the starting line is much better than giving up at the finish line. Not only does it save you a lot of running, but you can also "love each other" with Viren for more than 20,000 years.

Why do you think this is necessary?

Poor fraudster.

Of course, the old prophet was not a garrulous person. Not to mention his commanding ability, but in terms of personal ethics, he was definitely a truly perfect person.

He would not speak sarcastically to Kil'jaeden at this time.

As brothers who once ruled Argus together and led the eredar civilization together, Velen can definitely feel the sourness and pain in Kil'jaeden's heart at this time, as well as the desperate resistance that cannot be concealed at all.

As it said itself, it knew that after doing this, it had no hope of surviving. It was a true mercy for it to end up with a whole corpse under the angry Dark Titan's sword.

But this guy's obsession is really heavy.

Even though he knew he was going to die, instead of running away, he put aside all his burdens and ran to have an ultimate life-and-death battle with Viren in the hopeless land of his former hometown.

perhaps

Maybe it’s not about winning.

It just wants to choose a desired way of death, in order to maintain the last desperate dignity of a weather-beaten old man.

"boom"

The golden warhammer condensed by the holy light was strengthened by the shining Toure Naaru beacon, and it hit Kil'jaeden's evil shield like a battering ram.

The moment the scorching holy light collided with the violent evil energy, the aftermath of the halo of energy impact splashed all over the ruined battlefield and struck in all directions.

Any mortals who get closer and try to support the prophet or try to sneak attack the deceiver will be blown away in an instant, and even the ground will be scraped three feet away. A series of ravines and cracks willfully destroy this land that has endured too much despair.

Whether they are deceivers or prophets, they are all the best at the level of demigods.

They have all embarked on a path close to each other's field of force. Although not as outrageous as Blake's cheating, they also have their own understanding of their respective powers.

In such a battlefield where two demigods risk everything for the ultimate confrontation, almost no one is allowed to enter. Even if they are only scratched by the aftermath, they will end up with no bones left.

Compared with Archimonde the Defiler, who is obviously good at magic but insists on engaging in a wave of close combat to show off his power, the Deceiver, who is usually quiet, maintains his own style perfectly.

Before it fell, it was the defense commander of the world of Argus. It was good at melee combat and also had its own experience in casting spells. After receiving the gift of power from Sargeras, it did not have the same greedy desire as Archimonde. many.

Kil'jaeden was always awake.

It knows that its most powerful power is not the holy light or evil energy in its hands, but its own evil thinking that is superior to most living things in the stars.

This is also the reason why the Dark Titan specially recruited Eredar people for the development of the Burning Legion.

There are too many demons that can be defeated in the legion, and Sargeras is not worried that the demons are not powerful enough. The fel force is so generous that it responds to all requests.

But wisdom!

The wisdom of commanding power is the legion's most scarce resource.

The Deceiver is the perfect combination of wisdom and strength, which is why it is favored by the Dark Titan. Unfortunately, Kil'jaeden is too smart, which became a terror to it after it discovered the ultimate secret of the Legion. burden.

Archimonde is obsessed with destruction and power.

That fool never realized that the Burning Legion, which it was so proud of, had always been nothing more than a sword for Sargeras to slaughter and purify the stars.

After the last enemy falls, the sharpest sword has no meaning other than suicide.

Fraudsters know this.

This makes it very painful, which is probably the legendary "curse of wisdom."

"boom"

The sharp claws entwined with scorching evil energy slashed hard on Velen's body, shattering the protection of the Holy Light in the low explosion and tearing apart the prophet's robe, leaving dirty wounds on his chest. .

Kil'jaeden took advantage of the victory and pursued the victory. He flew up with his wings flapping and kicked Velen in the chest with a muffled sound that broke the speed of sound. He staggered the prophet back and threw it towards the prophet before Velen could once again prop up the shield of the Holy Light. Create a strange and strange spell.

That thing hit Velen's feet, like a bomb exploding and releasing a terrifying fracture singularity.

The power of space breaking makes Velen lose his balance in an instant.

Just like being hit by Kael'thas' most proud "gravity out of control" magic, Velen was pulled into the air and endured the collision and washing of space forces.

This is undoubtedly an extremely painful torture, and the heavy pressure exerted on the soul is also interfering with the prophet's thinking. The fraudster laughs and walks from the shadows to Velen's back like crazy, with evil claws that are sharp enough to break all things. Pulling downwards from the prophet's back, it seemed to taste the beauty of the wish coming true in the splatter of blood.

This made Kil'jaeden attack his former brother even more crazily.

It wanted to repay tenfold the pain Velen had given it, but it underestimated the old prophet. Kil'jaeden himself came with the intention of dying to settle his grudges, but why didn't Velen do the same?

The prophet endured the pain as if his body was about to be torn apart. At the moment when the fracture singularity created by Kil'jaeden dissipated, he turned around and threw the hot holy light into shackles, accurately locking the deceiver who was attacking crazily.

He called the name of the Holy Light and focused the hot power of justice on his left fist. At close range, he hit the Deceiver on the chin with a Shenglong Fist. The power added when the true energy flows and explodes makes Master Zhu Talan in the crowd call him an expert.

The punch caused Kil'jaeden's head to rise upwards, and his bloody teeth flew out of his lips.

Then the scorching sword of holy light erupted from the Naaru staff swung by the prophet, just like the light pillar of the holy light of the light-forged paladins falling from the sky.

This trick, which Black stubbornly called "solar bombing", was enough to purify a demon lord. The burning heat enveloped in pure holy light and impacting from all parts of the body almost exploded the deceiver's body from the inside.

It felt like the evil energy in its body was about to be ignited, and the blood all over its body was boiling. Even the devil couldn't bear such severe pain.

"enough!"

The Deceiver roared and began to summon evil meteorites to bombard the entire ruins indiscriminately.

The magic of this evil meteorite is different from the scattered meteorites summoned by other demon lords.

This fel energy spell named "Armageddon" by Kil'jaeden summoned a large meteorite that was enough to blow up the Seat of the Triumvirate three times at once, wrapped in the dual power of fel energy and shadow, and smashed it to the ground.

Not only does it have a powerful physical impact, but it also has a magical collision that impacts the spirit and thinking.

In the past of the Deceiver's Star Wars, it has used such magic to destroy the capitals of different civilizations more than once, and even used it to trigger the collapse of the continental shelf and destroy the world.

But now it's just about breaking free from Velen's scorching shackles of light.

When the Prophet was hit by a meteorite and was forced to retreat and defend himself, Kil'jaeden broke free from the shackles of the Holy Light and raised a barrier of Holy Light to protect his followers and warriors. His whole body was covered with burns and he flapped his wings on the meteorite. Flying into the sky against the backdrop of falling apocalypse.

Its devil horns have been broken by Velen, which makes it look extremely embarrassed.

But in the air, it stared at Velen, who would rather give up the victory he had won to protect the weak, with a gaze that "hates iron but cannot be transformed into steel." It roared viciously:

"That's it! You will always be like this! Viren, you can give up yourself for others, and you can choose to bear all the heavy pressure alone in order to protect those beautiful things.

In Argus, in Draenor, even in Azeroth

Such sad and boring stories happen again and again. No matter what methods I use to create despair for you, you will always respond to my outpouring of malice with this damn protective desire.

I was fascinated by it, but I was also traumatized by it.

Tell me, Viren.

You so generously gave your blessings and protection to those extremely weak lives, but where were you when I needed your help the most?

You abandoned me!

You left me and our world to the Dark Titan!

If you were a ruthless person, I wouldn't blame you for this, but you are a saint, and yet you are unwilling to leave me any warmth.

I'm going to destroy everything you've fought so hard to protect!

Just like I bewitched the orcs in Draenor to start a massacre of the draenei, just like I trained your son to be a butcher to destroy your soul.

I want you to bear my pain!

Maybe only in this way can you understand my hatred for you. "

In such a crazy and angry roar, Kil'jaeden raised his claws in the air and began to condense a mass of shadow power that even Velen felt shocking.

Those souls!

The souls of those who died under the ravages of the Deceiver were pulled away and howled miserably, surrounded by the waves of magic from the Great Demon. They were ruthlessly integrated into this destructive spell.

The boiling darkness blocked Mac'Aree's light, casting the entire sky and earth in a shadow of despair.

Darkness of a Thousand Souls

Kil'jaeden created the ultimate magic from the forbidden power given by Sargeras, and Archimonde's proud finger of death seemed so ordinary in front of this destructive magic.

The Deceiver is not just talking casually, he really wants to destroy the warriors of Azeroth and Draenor who are currently being protected by Velen's holy light.

No one could stand against the Deceiver's full blow at this distance.

"Prophet, do something."

Behind Velen, the great knight Turalyon, who was sent by His Majesty Faol to support the battle, clenched his sword and shouted at Velen. Next to him, Alleria held Thasdora and tried her best. Shoot an arrow at the Deceiver.

The flying wind arrows entangled behind the sharp arrows to form a storm that could break the city wall and tear apart Kil'jaeden's shadow defense. This blow left a bloody wound on the big demon, but it did not interrupt the deceiver's magic convergence at all.

The madman didn't seem to feel pain at all, and he didn't care at all about the various magics and weapons attacking him. He only had Velen in his eyes.

It wants to defeat this prophet who has caused himself pain and despair.

"No, Kil'jaeden! You fool!"

Surrounded by the dim destruction magic, Velen Yangtian roared:

"I didn't leave you alone in Argus, and I never gave up on you! You accused me of betrayal, but you didn't realize that you are a powerful person!

You have enough strength and wisdom to cope with any challenge you encounter.

But these people!

These people I protect don’t!

I choose to protect them not because they are more important than you in my eyes, but because I trust you so much and regard you as someone I can rely on.

I believe that even after I fail, you will take over my will and continue to protect me.

It is my fault.

It was I who never realized that there was a sensitive and dependent soul hidden under your tough and strong appearance. When you needed my support the most, I chose to let you face the oncoming darkness alone.

I should encourage you.

When Sargeras sent his invitation to Argus, I should have stood by your side to encourage you to fight against the darkness.

That is the thing I regret most in my life!

Kil'jaeden!

It wasn't just the Eredar who lost Argus that day, it wasn't just my people who lost their homeland, it wasn't just you who lost your faith.

I also lost a lot.

I lost my best brother, I lost my soul companion. You have been telling your pain, but have you ever imagined that I am in the same pain as you!

But did I give up because of the pain of loss?

Did I choose to surrender to the darkness because I lost my family and my brothers and my people? You have always been stronger than me, and you should be stronger than me.

But you didn't!

You choose to blame me for your weaknesses and mistakes.

You selfish devil! ! ! "

At the moment Kil'jaeden's Darkness of a Thousand Souls was about to be completed, the Prophet, knowing that he could not protect others with the Light, gave up his asylum.

He turned and focused all the power of the Holy Light on the staff.

He rushed towards Kil'jaeden against the aftermath of the torrent of shadows, and swung the staff that shone in the darkness like a war hammer at the incoming darkness in front of him.

There was a loud bang.

The collision of light and darkness created a huge impact that instantly razed the entire ruins to the ground. Those mortals were blown into the sky and fell howling, but strangely, the power of this explosion did not reach the level it should have at all.

The collision between the prophet and the deceiver with their full blows should easily kill at least a third of the people present.

In the dark storm, Turalyon, who activated the Holy Shield, threw away his great sword, opened his arms and hugged General Alleria tightly, using his body to block all impacts for the beloved ranger general.

The holy light shining on him shattered in the last wave of impact, causing Turalyon to kneel to the ground with a pale face, and was hugged by Alleria.

"Ahem, I almost thought I was dead."

The great knight smiled with difficulty, and Alleria smiled back. The ranger general raised his head and looked at the broken earth where the light and darkness dissipated in front of him.

She whispered:

"We are lucky enough. I felt it just now. The fraudster is getting weaker. At the end of the magic, it is no longer sustainable. I thought it was all lying to us.

But what it says is true.

It betrayed the Legion.

Sargeras just took back the power given to it, right? Isn't it? Turalyon, are you sure you want to take out the ring you have hidden for a long time in this situation?

Do you think now is a good time? "

Facing the Ranger General's complaints, the Grand Knight shrugged and raised the ring in his hand tremblingly.

He gasped and said:

"Have you seen that beam of light on the horizon? The holy light is trembling, and it is warning me.

Aggramar is back.

We may have no future. My goddess, just take pity on me, an old bachelor protected by the Holy Light. Let me not be alone in my final moments, okay?

This is my twenty-seventh proposal, and I think I have proven my sincerity.”

"No, it's the twenty-eighth time."

Alleria threw Turalyon to the ground angrily. She pulled her green hood and complained:

"You missed the mark once, on our first time. Damn it! Who proposes right after something like that? My poor old bachelor knight, I haven't calmed down yet.

Just keep waiting.

But this ring is very beautiful, I will save it for you first. "