Azeroth’s Death Track

General Tira'saran is an adult draenei.

This means that he is one of the few draenei who have fully experienced the prosperity of Argus, witnessed the fel disaster sweeping the entire world, and fully experienced the 25,000 years of fleeing from the stars.

Although the draenei are real immortals, any draenei can easily live for 10,000 years, and some powerful draenei can even achieve immortality, but the cruel war and the desperate The escape of many draenei still killed many draenei among the stars, and the number of draenei who followed Velen to the world of Draenor in the end was very small.

In the current draenei population, 70% of the draenei are the young generation born in the fleeing of the stars. They have never really felt the gentle wind in the world of Argus, and they have never seen the unbelievable sight of the Mac'Aree Plains. I have never forgotten the prosperous scenery, nor have I experienced the frantic scene when the gladiators won the Jedney Contest, let alone the thunderous celebration of the highest peak mountain range on the entire planet every summer solstice.

They have not seen the horror scene of green evil energy gushing out from the core of the planet, they have not seen the despair of their loved ones crying under the trample of demons, they may have experienced the sad past of fleeing in front of the demon army , but they have never felt the infinite loneliness when lying on the porthole of the spaceship that is taking off, looking at the hometown that can never go back...

Home, this is just a vague term for these young people. Perhaps in their memory, the temperature of home is the cold cabin of the gem spaceship among the stars, and the taste of home is the bland rations on the spaceship. The view of home is the eternal lonely stars beyond the porthole.

But no! Those are not homes!

For a draenei like General Tirasaran, there is always only one meaning of home...that is Argus! The place they could never return to, the place where the draenei and their civilization were born.

It is precisely because of the pain of losing everyone that people like General Tirasaran would rather deviate from the guidance of the prophet, and return to the ruins of the city with their companions, fighting desperately to repel the orcs occupying the city, and then brick by brick. Wat, rebuild your own city...

In times of war, this may not seem to make sense, but it means everything...

They lost it, and they don't want to lose it again.

But even after rebuilding the city of Shattrath, General Tirasaran was always lonely. The young Draenei worshiped him and regarded his story as a legend, but they could not understand the heavy burden behind this general. In the past, as if they couldn't understand the general indifference of Draenei veterans who were as old as the general...

It was a shell shaped by disaster and pain to cover up their scarred but still stubborn hearts.

Fortunately, the female draenei sitting in front of General Tirasaran on the second floor of the noisy Tianya Tavern is one of the few people who can understand the heart of General Tirasaran.

Velhari, she is also one of the draenei who experienced the disaster of Argus.

Haha, I still remember when we got on the same boat and left Argus, you cried like a rookie, you just lay on the porthole, your tears stayed like running water, no one else could persuade you.

Velhari, who was a little bit drunk, patted the table, pointed at the opposite General Draenei who was drinking slowly, and talked about the blurred picture in his memory, which happened 25,000 years ago.

Yes, the two of them were friends, and in some years in the past, they almost became lovers, just a little bit less.

Facing Vihari's ridicule, Tirasaran shook his head, took a sip of his wine, and said softly:

At that time, we were all young, and we hadn't graduated from the Mac'Aree Knight Academy. Yes, you are one level higher than me, so I have to call you senior sister, but so what? Remember the Fighting? That world with three moons, where the Burning Legion was waiting, and we stepped into a trap... Who dragged you out of the trap surrounded by demons? Velhari? My senior sister, Have you forgotten?

It's you! I know, I remember it very well.

Velhari snorted arrogantly, and this charming female draenei flicked her white hair. She lay down on the table as if she was drunk, and said sleepily:

I still remember the scene where you were covered in blood and rushed out of the encirclement behind my back... Tira Saran, I remember very clearly, you are a hero, you are my hero, but unfortunately...you rejected me, you said , your heart is already filled with the will of revenge, you will not consider other things before defeating the Legion...

...

Vihari suddenly talked about the past of the two, which made General Tirasaran silent for a long time, and accompanied by a low sob, the general's eyes fell on Vihari who covered his face with his hands again. He heard the deep questioning voice of the female garrison officer in front of him.

When Temor fell, why didn't you show up? Tira Saran, I called your voice from the ruins, I thought you would come to my rescue like you did before...but you didn't...you know I'm in the orc What was life like in a POW camp? Do you know how many times I have contemplated suicide? It was hell... where were you when I fell into hell? Tell me you are Disappointed man, where are you?

I'm going!

The deepest pain flashed in General Tirasaran's eyes. He drank the wine in the glass and clenched his fists:

After repelling the orcs in Shattrath City, I went to Temor for the first time. I rummaged through the ruins and searched for you among the corpses of those compatriots. I went crazy, but there was no... I Couldn't find you, Velhari, I'm sorry, I was too late.

The atmosphere between the two became stagnant again, Vihari's sobbing stopped slowly, she turned her head, as if she didn't want General Tirasaran to see her embarrassed appearance, she straightened her face slightly, then turned to look Looking into Tira Saran's eyes, she changed into a mocking expression, and she said:

I know, you are doubting me, you suspect that I joined the Burning Legion...

I don't!

Tirasaran was taken aback, but before he could refute, Vihari snorted:

Come on, you little man, you still can't lie like you did 20,000 years ago...Your thoughts are written on your face, isn't the reason why you agreed to drink with me just to find out about me? Of course, considering that you are now a general, it is not surprising that you have such thoughts, well... since you want to know so much, then I will tell you!

I did join the Burning Legion! You guessed it right, the tyrant who has gained fame among the stars in the past ten years is me! Velhari!

Vihari's blunt confession made General Tirasaran narrow his eyes. Such a frank answer gave the general a strange thought in his heart. He looked at Vihari no longer young, but he could vaguely see On the face of the original young paladin, a strange thought rose in his heart.

Maybe, maybe the woman in front of me joined the Burning Legion, did she have some hidden secrets?

I killed a lot of people, a lot of good people, and I brought demons to destroy many weak worlds, turning those worlds into a wasteland.

While drinking, Vihari looked at Tira Saran in front of her, and she said mockingly:

Why? A great paladin like you, why don't you come to purify me, this evil heretic? Aren't you coming to end my life of evil?

You can appear here, and you can get rid of the influence of evil energy, which shows that this is not your original intention.

General Tirasaran lowered his head, drinking wine to hide the sadness in his eyes, and whispered:

So I am waiting for your explanation. Maybe, you are still the Vihari in my memory, the woman who is willing to give everything for protection.

Cut, it's really boring, it's exactly the same as before.

Vihari shook her head, she drank down another large glass of wine, her eyes seemed to lose focus in the midst of drunkenness, she said softly:

Yes, I went with a purpose... You and I will never forget the war on the planet Shaggael, and I will never forget our brave sister, the great saint Askara and the 70 who voluntarily stayed The scene of the final battle of the broken warriors, I will never forget the second sun that lit up on the Shaggal planet when Askara activated Toure's staff...

We lost the Holy Light Artifact, it fell into the hands of the devil, we must take it back! Even for our sister, Askara, I joined the Burning Legion and searched for it for more than ten years, and finally I Found the fel-infested staff, which fell into the hands of an eredar, unfortunately, an acquaintance of ours... who is the custodian of the holy deeds at the Knight Academy of Mac'Aree Mrs. Karindis of the former, she recognized me, so I ran away in a hurry...

Vihari stood up, smelling of alcohol, she seemed to have lost interest in the conversation, and walked out staggeringly, while being staggered under her feet, General Tirasaran, who had a quick eye and quick hands, supported her body and made her sit on the seat again. on the chair, but Velhari clapped Tirasaran's hand away with disgust on his face:

Don't touch me! I hate men like you!

I've told you the truth, big hero...I told Adal the whereabouts of Toure's staff, maybe soon, you will find a way to get it back, but that has nothing to do with me , I just want to find a place to live and let war and revenge go to hell... I, a woman who crawled out of hell, have had enough of those things.

Facing Vihari, who was completely drunk and no longer concealed himself, a trace of disappointment flashed in General Tirasaran's eyes, and he said softly:

I'm sorry, Senior Sister Vehari, I misunderstood you. The sacrifice you made for the Holy Light and our people is something I will never be able to match...you are the real hero, and I...I'm just a coward .”

As soon as Tira Saran finished speaking, the drunk former garrison officer Vihari stretched out his hands like a rolling snake, and wrapped them around the general's neck. In Lasalan's nostrils, General Shattered Setting Sun, who has always been serious, was a little distracted at this moment, while Vihari looked at his old acquaintance with sleepy eyes. Said in the general's ear:

Enough! Tira Saran, I've had enough of your sternness. It's just the two of us here. To hell with your beliefs... Can't you really be a man? You can't face yourself In the heart?

Or...you dislike me? Dislike me is a...

no no!

The general gently embraced the old friend in front of him, he held her tightly, and said:

I'm really glad to see you back...

Then kiss me, idiot!

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Agent Velhari has hooked up with Shattered Sun.

In the director's office of the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency, Shadow handed a slightly blurred magic image to the director Maiev, who took it in his hand and glanced at it. It was a very voluptuous picture. After whistling, she threw the magic image on the table. She raised her head, looked at the shadow in front of her, and said softly:

This means that the story made up by our Miss Vihari has gained the trust of Shattered Sun and Naru, right? Tsk tsk, our agents are really dedicated. In order to gain their trust, they even set up their own up.

I heard that Velhari and Tirasaran had an old relationship before, and now it's just a resurgence, and that story is not entirely fabricated.

Shadow shrugged:

Our eyes in the Legion confirmed the news that the Toure Staff related to the Naaru did fall into the hands of the Legion. Velhari did not lie, and the best part is that no one can debunk it In her words, exchanging a trivial news for Velhari to re-enter the Draenei society, this is a very good deal.

According to our estimation, Adal may pass this news to the Holy Light Legion in the next step, and the staff may fall into the hands of the Holy Light Legion, but it doesn't matter. When the draenei of the peninsula return to Azeroth, she will face Velen, whom she hates the most, and that will be the time to test Agent Velhari's sanity.

Velhari is only one part of this larger plan, and now that she is in place, other aspects can begin.

Maiev lit a cigarette for herself, and while exhaling the smoke, she rubbed her forehead and thought quickly:

On the legion's side, Lakish's fleet has approached the Azeroth star field, and he may enter Azeroth at any time. Two of the three-ring traps we have set up have been activated, and now only the last one is left. One...is there any result in the monitoring of little Yuna?

The high-ranking agent Marais beside the shadow shook his head, and the Salain agent said in frustration:

There is no result at all. I even suspect that the Mother of the Holy Light has given up on little Yuna, and she no longer pays attention to her.

no, I can not!

Maiev shook her head, she said with great certainty:

Through our examination of Zela's previous behavior, this Mother of Light is a speculator at heart, and you have to understand that you can't reason with opportunistic addicts who are always obsessed with taking every opportunity ...Trust me, Zera will be hooked, sooner or later.

And once she takes the bait, the three traps can be activated at the same time! At that time, everyone caught in this circle...

Just don't even think about running away!