Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 187 25. Exchange【58100】

The Death Raven landed on the upper platform of Shattrath, causing many people to exclaim.

Most of the exiles had never seen such a huge beast, and the arakkoa exiles chattered about the power of the Death Raven to the people around them, but after Tyrion and Yrel jumped off the raven, After that, all the discussions stopped at this moment.

Everyone knew the two death knights, and most importantly, no one liked them.

But this time, Shattrath's draenei guards had learned their lesson. When the death knight arrived, they specially arranged for many paladins to escort them all the way, and finally there was no major trouble.

And when Tyrion and Yrel walked into the main hall of Naru Adal, opposite and to the side of them, members of different forces also walked into the main hall.

As soon as the three forces met, the atmosphere instantly turned bad.

bass

Danas Trollbane, who had just entered the hall, pulled out the battle ax behind his backhand, but the moment he rushed towards Tyrion, the heavy power of the Holy Light imprisoned the human general in place.

Disgusting dead!

Danas struggled and couldn't break free, so he cursed, but Tyrion didn't seem to hear the insult at all, he just looked at the group of people in front of him with interest.

Probably to show respect, the commanders of the alliance's advance army gathered here, Danath Trollbane, Archmage Khadgar, Kurdran Wildhammer, and the robed paladin Turalyon, There was one Alleria missing, and that lady was currently recuperating in the Dark Temple, and she hadn't recovered from her previous encounter.

Khadgar!

Tyrion said in a hollow voice:

Didn't Mr. Medivh ask you to do something?

The death knight narrowed his eyes. He took out a black soul stone from his storage ring, tapped it on his fingertips, and Mr. Nieras Elan's scream came from the soul stone, making everyone in front of him The faces of the group changed drastically. Tyrion looked at the silent archmage and said in a low voice:

Like, getting back his dear father's soul or something...

Faced with this kind of provocation, the archmage clenched his fists, but in the end, he still didn't attack on the spot. As a mature mage, Khadgar knew very well what was most important now.

And just as Tyrion greeted the alliance commanders, behind him, the death knight Yrel also saw the people coming from the opposite side.

The prophet of the draenei, the leader of this exile race, wears a white robe and holds a staff of salvation in his hand. Every step he takes, the old draenei, Velen, will radiate with holy light.

And at the same time Yrel saw Velen, Velen also saw Yrel who was wearing black heavy armor, his eyes were dark red, and his body was entwined with death energy. The old prophet's eyes widened at this moment, his His breathing was a little messed up, and his walking speed was a little faster.

Apparently, he also recognized Yrel.

Yrel, my child...

Velen looked at Yrel's cursed posture at this time, undisguised pain flashed in his eyes, his fingers clenched the staff tightly, and even the black rosary in his hand was tightly gripped.

My poor child, what kind of nightmare have you been through?

Velen's voice is sad, and Yrel can be sure that this is not a weak disguise. Velen has always been so compassionate, but the anger and hatred that has been suppressed in his heart for ten years, the moment he saw Velen, It erupted like an erupting volcano.

Stop! Prophet!

Yrel raised her hand, the dark red light danced at her fingertips, she looked at Velen in front of her, and she whispered:

Don't get any closer...or I won't be able to resist throwing the weapon on your hypocritical face!

Nightmare? I have indeed experienced many nightmares. During the 10 years when you abandoned us and left the people in the Karabor Temple to die, every night, I would experience that nightmare. Those orcs wantonly slaughtered our people. They polluted the Temple of Karabor, those children, my people, waiting to die in the ruins filled with darkness... Do you know what I remember most?

The red light in Yrel's eyes was beating more and more violently. She took a step forward, clenched her fists, and said almost word for word from between her teeth:

I will never forget the back view of you escaping from the Karabor Temple surrounded by defenders! Nearly ten thousand lives and deaths are unknown behind you, and you walked so resolutely... I will never forget! Velen, I I will never forget your betrayal of the people!

coward!

Yriel's hateful voice was like a whip full of thorns, slapping Velen's heart fiercely, making the old prophet's face pale, as if he had returned to the day when the Karabor Temple fell 10 years ago, in Yriel In the contempt of Er's eyes, he took two steps back, and his originally hale and hearty spirit became sluggish, as if his will had been crushed.

Yrel pointed his finger at all the draenei in front of him.

All of you are cowards!

The old prophet straightened his back and stooped. This was probably the first time he was questioned by a dead person like this, but this did not mean that he had a clear conscience, and it was not just him, Dreyer who followed Velen None of the Niners dared to meet Yrel's gaze.

The dead man's anxious eyes made them feel ashamed.

The commanders of the Alliance advance army were not aware of the internal affairs of the draenei, but this did not prevent them from watching all this, especially the dwarf Kurdran, whose narrowed eyes flashed with interest from time to time, It's just a matter of picking up a jug of wine and sitting on the sidelines watching a play.

Of course, this meeting is very important, so the hatred cannot be allowed to spread like this. Adal's gentle voice sounded in everyone's hearts, breaking this awkward confrontation.

Everyone who came from afar, don't waste time on unnecessary disputes. I believe that all of you are here for peace. If that's the case, why don't you let go of your barriers and talk about peace?

Tyrion ignored Naru's mediation. He looked back at his subordinates. Yrel's body was trembling. Obviously, her current emotions were out of control. Therefore, for the dead, too much emotion is not a good thing...

Need a break, Yrel?

Tyrion's voice reached Yrel's ears, and the topic they talked about on the Death Raven before resounded in Yrel's mind again, looking at the prophet Velen he hated, looking at his crooked Body, looking at his crushed will and spirit, Yrel felt a bit of pleasure, but as Tyrion said, after that pleasure disappeared, an endless emptiness swept her heart.

Could it be that she came back from the dead just for this scene?

Did she come here just to see Velen's ashen face?

Could it be that her future is doomed to be entangled with everything in front of her?

No! not like this...

It has ended!

Yrel trembled and forced herself to calm down. She took a deep look at Velen, as if she wanted to engrave his posture at this moment in her mind. Finally, she took a step back and stood behind Tyrion, She said softly:

It's over, Velen, there is no relationship between us anymore. I used to serve the Holy Light and regard the Holy Light as the meaning of my life, but now... I am free, that's all.

The corpses of all the victims are stored in the Karabor Temple. If you really want to repent and want to say sorry to your people...

Tyrion looked at the Draenei prophet in front of him, and he said calmly:

The gate of the Dark Temple is always open for you.

This is the internal affairs of the Draenei!

A voice sounded behind Velen. It was a tall draenei garrison officer wearing gem-studded golden armor and carrying a purple crystal hammer. He stared at Tyrion and said in a deep voice:

Due to your bad reviews, we will soon send people to the ruins of the Karabor Temple and bring our people back to where they belong!

Oh, it seems that you are very dissatisfied with me, Draenei.

Tyrion looked at the garrison officer in front of him, and he said without giving in:

You think I've taken your territory? The Temple of Karabor? The ruins of Auchindoun? Do you think I've done something wrong? Playing with corpses? Playing with souls?

Is not it?

The tall draenei seemed enraged, and he yelled:

The Temple and Auchindoun are territories lost due to our defeat. We will not be hostile to you because you occupy them, but you resurrected the dead to fight for your selfish desires! You desecrated them!

You got one thing wrong!

Yrel behind Tyrion said coldly:

Maraad Vindicator, you made a mistake... The Dark Blade Knights' resurrection of undead is not mandatory. If a soul is unwilling to respond to the call, we cannot resurrect it. The Dark Blade Knights The reason why all Draenei death knights exist is because even after death, they are unwilling!

They don't want to give up their hometown just like that, and they don't want to die so quietly. All the dead spirits have obsessions. It's not that we desecrated their existence, but we responded to their request! They were born again War request!

There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of Yrel's mouth, she stared at the tall garrison officer in front of her:

You might as well guess, Mr. Maraad, what is the biggest obsession of those draenei, our dead compatriots?

You'll never hear that voice, the voice of the people coming together, every soul crying out for vengeance, and the humiliation and pain of seeing Shattrath fall gives them no rest! They will fight! They will Fight back, not flee all the way!

Yrel smiled, and she said softly:

If you living beings can't protect all of this, then dead spirits like us don't mind coming by ourselves...

The garrison officer who choked on this sentence couldn't refute. He clenched his fists, but in the end, he could only take a step back and stopped speaking. Yrel didn't lie to him, and there was no need to lie to him.

Okay, everyone, don't waste too much time on these meaningless things!

Tyrion spread his hands and attracted everyone's attention. He looked at Prophet Velen and said softly:

Mr. Villen, when I came to this world, I couldn't hear your name. From those unwilling dead souls, they recited your greatness and kindness to me. I came here today, not Declaring war on the Draenei, your remaining population is not worth my war.

Tyrion narrowed his eyes:

Teleidor and the draenei of Tempest Keep can rest easy, peace between the undead and you has come, but it is not without price!

How do you know Storm Fortress?

Velen had just recovered from being hit by Yrel, when he heard a word from Tyrion's mouth that made him frown. The prophet stared at the death knight in front of him. , the scorching holy light beat endlessly.

The existence of Storm Fortress is the top secret of the Draenei people. Even among the Draenei people, only a few people know its name and location. The prophet glanced at Yrel, but quickly rejected it. My own opinion.

Yrel was a child born in Amberley Village in Shadowmoon Valley, and she died in battle 10 years ago. She couldn't possibly know about the existence of Stormhold!

It doesn't matter where I got this news.

Tyrion calmly looked at Velen who was on alert. The old prophet in front of him was like the incarnation of the Holy Light. The huge energy of the Holy Light gathered in his old body. Tyrion had no doubt that if he was completely enraged Without Velen, the pacifist may only need a burst of energy to completely purify his existence.

Prophet Velen is definitely the most powerful mortal Tyrion has ever seen since his birth, bar none!

But he is not afraid, he is very clear that in most cases, this powerful prophet is harmless, so under the suspicious eyes of the prophet, Tyrion whispered with unchanged expression:

I'm going to make a deal with you, Prophet.

Use the precious peace of the draenei as a bargaining chip!

Even, I can guide you to an ideal new world...Please believe me, I have already helped those orcs once, and both of us are very...satisfied with that transaction.