Azeroth’s Death Track

I have locked the coordinates of Chaldea and Illidan!

After a main gun shot by the Judgment of the Holy Light wiped out the demon offensive on the ground battlefield of the Borean Tundra, on the console of the Holy Light battleship Zenidar, on the light curtain in front of the light-forged hoof sister Faria, the demon The images of Illidan Stormrage and Chaldea Morgan, the light-forged priest, have been captured by the information collector of the spaceship. You only need to issue a transmission command, and these two guys can be transmitted to the spaceship Zenidar. on the bridge.

The mission of the Legion of Light to come to the world of Azeroth will also be completed.

But just as Turalyon was about to activate the jump bridge, Zera, the Mother of Light, suspended in the bridge hall of Zenidar, suddenly stopped him.

No, Turalyon!

The light voice like a hymn reverberated between the flashes of the Holy Light. Zela's voice made all the Holy Light Warriors on the bridge turn their heads and look at the Mother of the Holy Light. The latter's crystal-like The floating body rotates slowly in the air, as if thinking about some problems.

I see... If we just leave, the draenei city of Sha'tar will suffer a terrible end. There is a complex conspiracy behind this sudden demon war. Maybe we can't just sit back and watch this city go away. Destruction, the fate of several important people gather here, this city must persevere... This is the will of the Holy Light.

Zela's voice became low for a moment, and seemed to be full of some kind of determination and determination:

Go to the surface! Turalyon, Faria, and Telamon, take all the warriors of the Legion of the Light to the surface, and help the Draenei and Azeroth's combined forces repel the demons! I will stay in Zenidar Captain, as your backup reinforcements, go! Children, may the Holy Light bless you!

The sudden order from the Mother of Holy Light made several commanders a little puzzled. This is not like what Zela would do. The Naaru, who believes in fate, rarely chooses to intervene when faced with a fateful decision. She even Get used to maintaining the trajectory of destiny.

Those with sharper senses, such as Tulayan, seemed to sense from Zela's tone that something was about to happen, but Zela seemed unwilling to tell them.

And in front of the command platform of the Zenidar, in the light curtain reflecting the battlefield below, the demon legion that had just been swept by the main guns gathered again, and started another round towards the Draenei city. The attack, the somewhat distorted sound of shouting and killing came from the light curtain, the tide of demons that seemed to sweep everything on the ground, and the gate of the Legion in the sky were all outlined in this arctic wilderness of Azeroth. A doomsday scene.

Zera, are we really going to...

Captain Fariya took a step forward, and the holy light-hoofed girl asked in a low voice:

Are we really going to intervene in this war? Didn't you say that behind this demon invasion is the node of the fate of the prophet Velen, can't we intervene in it?

The fate of Velen has already begun, in this city, my children, you must not intervene in it, but this war, the war of Azeroth, the war of this world is also extremely important, I let you Participating in it has a special meaning, maybe you don't understand it now, but it doesn't matter, you will understand sooner or later, go! Don't ask too much.

The voice of the Mother of the Holy Light was a bit more dignified. Such a slightly unreasonable answer caused several commanders to look at each other, but Zela, as the spiritual leader of the Holy Light Legion, had already issued an order. The warriors of the Holy Light Legion Just execute it.

A few minutes later, under the leadership of the three commanders, the light-forged knights who were ready to intervene in the demon war went to the ground battlefield via three beams of transmission beams respectively. Turalyon in the picture raised his head, he looked at Zera, the Mother of Light, who was floating alone on the bridge platform of the spaceship, he suddenly had a premonition...

This may well be the last time he saw Zela...

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Among the shining golden beams of light, three beams of light descended from the sky in a triangular shape, and slammed into the front of the Draenei battlefield in the Borean Tundra, just in front of the chaotic formation where the demons rushed forward. On the shining and dusty battlefield, Turalyon, who was wearing a light-forged armor and holding a long sword of holy light, took a step forward. Under the surprised gazes of the draenei behind him, nearly a thousand fully armed saints of light The Leni, those legendary warriors who seemed to have stepped out of the holy light, stood in front of their broken positions, holding heavy and sacred weapons.

Just like, the strongest wall of holy light.

Demons! Howl! Fear!

The voice of Turalyon, archbishop of the Holy Light Legion, echoed on the battlefield. It was after 1,000 years of fighting, he once again yelled the battle cry in his native language. The slightly weird accent made the battlefield The human paladins couldn't help raising their heads, looking at the Warrior of the Holy Light who seemed to be draped in a golden veil in front of him.

That's not just a warrior of the Legion of Light, it's a warrior of the Empire of Man... He came home, in a way no one expected.

Legion of the Holy Light! Here we come!

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Da da da

The cold boots touched the crystal floor of the Zenidar bridge passage, making a crisp sound. While the sound echoed from far to near, the figure of the great lord Tyrion appeared in the hall of the Zenidar battleship middle.

He was wearing a black swordsman's robe, holding a bottle of fine blood wine in his left hand and two glasses in his right hand, as if meeting an old friend. In the hall in front of him, Zela, the Mother of Light, Suspended alone on that platform, on her golden crystal-shaped body, the endless holy light no longer diffused as before, but gathered on the body very restrainedly.

It's like accumulating strength to face the next bitter battle.

You really love them. Even if it's a fight, you have to send them away in advance.

The great lord walked up to the spaceship console as if no one was there, sat on the command chair that could rotate 360°, put the blood wine and the wine glass in his hand on the precise console, picked up the bottle, gave two The blood-red liquid was poured into the wine glass, and while chatting, he said to the silent Mother of Light:

Are you afraid that I will hurt them on purpose?

In your heart, am I such a villain who only bullies children?

The great lord picked up a glass of blood wine, and with a flick of his finger, a cold mist wrapped around the wine glass, adding a few pieces of crushed ice into the dark red liquid, making it look a little more...deep and deep. Evil feeling.

You are a man to be respected and a man to be feared.

Facing the high lord's joking question, Zela, the Mother of Light, spun her crystal-like body, and her light voice echoed in the hall amidst the shining halo:

Tyrion Blade of Dawn, I can see the fate of all creatures in the stars, but the more I do, the less I want to get close to you...

Oh? Why?

The great lord took a sip of the cold blood wine, his icy blue eyes stared at the Holy Mother of Light in front of him, his fingers slid slightly in the air beside his hand, smears of black light danced on his fingertips, like is a dangerous game, he said to Zela:

I think I'm actually a very easy-going person. I've always been very generous and generous. My friends think so... Zela, do you have a different opinion on this?

Zela was silent for a moment, she didn't seem to be used to this kind of small talk before the death battle between the two sides, and faced with Tyrion's endlessly weird questions, the Mother of the Holy Light did not hide it, but said it frankly. own opinion.

I know a lot about you, Tyrion, I know that under the ruthless exterior, you are also doing great deeds of salvation, but when it comes to salvation itself, you play it very... dark, maybe This is because of the things you have experienced in the past. As for why I am unwilling to be close to you, it is because I cannot see your destiny. There is no past, no present, and no future... In my eyes, Tyrion, you It's a creature that shouldn't appear.

Zela's golden crystal body unfolded slowly, like a living person stretching his shoulders:

Among the vast stars, the threads of fate of countless beings are intertwined, and invisible hands weave the river of fate that composes the entire stars. A beautiful carpet, sadly, mortals can only see the back of the carpet, those messy threads and messy patterns, if you can't detach, you will never be able to see the beautiful front... Composed of countless tragedies and sacrifices fate... at the end of that, it's a truly beautiful world.

And a creature like me can stand on the edge of the long river of fate and go back along some strange lines of fate. In my eyes, there are no secrets in this group of stars. But you, you are like a person in the long river of fate. Gangrene, a singularity...

It's like a source of infection that constantly emits a strange virus. The fate of any creature that comes into contact with you will be changed and swallowed, and the originally clear future will also be pulled into chaos...I saw it !more than one!

Aurelia, Arthas, Medivh, Varian, Sylvanas, Thrall, Jaina...too many, too many!

The golden holy light on Zela's body circulated endlessly on the crystal's body, and the light became sharper and sharper, and even began to reflect a cold luster like steel.

You are like a black hole, Tyrion, the longer you stay in Azeroth, the black hole of your fate will distort more futures, until now, this planet, this world, even Azeroth Luen...even the sleeping protoss, her fate, her future, has been dragged into chaos.

I can't judge whether the chaos in the future is good or bad. I just want to realize the perfect future I see... The future of this world is already unpredictable. I will come here again, and I won’t even take a look here again! I want to take Illidan, the son of light and darkness, that is the most important puzzle for the future in my eyes!”

Zela's voice became extremely stubborn at this moment:

That's my only request!

Facing Zela's request, the great lord, leaning on the command chair, sipping the cold blood wine, shook his head after listening to Zela's narration, and drank all the liquor in his hand. The frost-wrapped cup in his hand was placed on the operating table behind him. He crossed his fingers, squinted his eyes, and looked at the mighty Mother of Light in front of him. After a few seconds of silence, Tyrion said softly:

So, let me tell you a little 'secret', Zela.

It's a secret I've never told anyone...not even my wife and daughter.

I really hate those of you who claim to be able to see through fate and see the future. Whether it is you, Velen, Medivh, etc., claiming to be a prophet is not a commendable thing. You should be better than anyone else. Clearly, the future...the future is full of variables, you can't see all the future, and you are not even sure if what you see is the real future...but, I can!

In front of the Mother of Holy Light, the Great Lord stood up, and between his fingers, the heavy Ashbringer and the Apocalypse wrapped in black fire appeared between his hands. The moment he held the sword hilt, the cold breath A substantial halo of frost condensed on Tyrion's body. At the moment when the crystals under his feet were frozen, Tyrion's gloomy and cold voice was like a howling cold wind. rings in:

I can see all the futures you claim...before you see the light and shadow of those futures, I have experienced the real future!

I hate you, because you are just a group of bastards who boast about how powerful and irreversible fate is! You are scared out of your wits by the future!

Zera, there is no fate at all!

Tyrion's figure suddenly disappeared in place, and the sharp holy light around the Mother of Holy Light also shot out in all directions like the sun rising at this moment. Refers to the essence of power, under the call of Zela, those golden lines of light no longer spread outward, but born from the dark shadow.

Just like when the stars were born, the first ray of holy light was born in the darkest.

The invincible death raid of the great lord in the past was also forcibly interrupted for the first time. In the place where he set foot, the moment the cold power of death emerged, it would be dispelled by the warm light, just like snow in the sun. , melted cleanly in an instant.

But if the surprise attack fails, then attack head-on!

The double swords in Tyrion's hand turned over, crossed and pulled out black sword shadows in the air. As Zela's naaru body spun, the strange light band composed of holy light swayed across the hall, just like Like a holy light shield with no dead ends, it tightly blocked every line of Tyrion's attack.

Keng

The high lord returned to the console, flipped his wrists and released the two long swords. The sharp blades were suspended in the air. At the high lord's feet, there was a crystal fragment that had been chopped off, and Tyrion's On the arm, there was also a wound filled with holy light.

Snapped

The great lord clapped his hands, as if the warm-up was over, he raised his head, looked at Zela who was humming in the holy light, and shouted loudly:

The greetings are over, next, it's time to get serious...

But before we start the fight, Zela, I have a little question... In what you saw, the so-called phantom of the perfect future, after you saw Illidan uniting with the Titans, the Dark Titan Sargeras In the picture of the eternal seal, have you ever... seen yourself?