Azeroth’s Death Track

Blood ties are sometimes not enough to make a man a good father, or a boy a true son of man.

The blood that is connected to each other is just the most basic source of becoming a family member and building a family relationship. However, if you want to truly establish a deeper family relationship, in addition to the blood connection, you need to spend enough time and considerable energy to manage and cultivate it. .

The emotion of flesh and blood creatures is a very complicated ethical relationship, and this is not a sacred ceremony that can be completed simply by relying on data or blood.

But on the other hand, if it is only because of the blood connection that fathers can love their children and children respect their fathers, then there will be fewer human tragedies in this world. Unfortunately, these things are just like the direction of the world. They will not operate according to the wishful will of mortals.

Just like Velen and Lakish...

Lakish means butcher in Eredar. Of course, Velen would not name his child butcher. The name given by the child, the dark wisdom of the fraudster made him see the potential in Rakish, he was very angry because of Velen's betrayal, and he was determined to punish Velen in his own way.

Kil'jaeden cultivated Velen's son in his own way. He treated him as a weapon and a pawn, watered him with cruel and bloody will, used madness and viciousness as his nourishment, and personally performed evil energy rituals for him. He is dedicated to the mighty eredar demon, encouraging him to unleash the primordial rage and pain within him as a response to the world, spreading that rage to the worlds of the stars.

In the past thousands of years, Lakish has perfectly completed every job Kil'jaeden asked. Under the watchful eyes of the fraudster, Lakish has been forged as a long-hidden weapon. It is time to use this weapon to punish those disloyal.

Kil'jaeden knows very well that Lakish's strength is not worth mentioning compared to his old friend Velen, and Lakish himself knows this very well, but the two are addicted to the pain of being betrayed and the burning will to revenge. No one in it cares.

In this group of stars, not everyone's life is used to pursue beautiful things. There are always some people who are born as a part of darkness, and their stories from life to death have nothing to do with light.

Crack, click, click

At the bottom of the seat of the naaru, on the holy platform that should have been filled with golden holy light, the crystal body of Naruvolos, who had sheltered the draenei for 25,000 years, was struck by the fel hammer It was suddenly shattered, and the scattered crystals flew towards the dark corners of the hall, as if the most perfect crystal sculpture had been smashed to pieces.

The sparks of the collision of evil energy and holy light danced in the darkness, like dazzling lightning moving around in the darkness, dispelling the gloomy darkness, and at the moment when the golden light lit up, Velen's roar It sounded right behind Lakish's fel mech.

Demon! What have you done!

Along with the roaring sound, there was also a chain of holy light whizzing out like a dragon spear. The powerful spell formed by the pure holy light was like a glowing long whip condensed out of thin air, whipping fiercely On Rakish's fel mecha, the demon general raised his arm, and the steel body holding the small shield tried to block the blow, but Rakesh underestimated his old father in a rage, and the swaying The power of the holy light.

click

The steel arm of the fel mech was entwined by the long whip of the holy light. With the flick of Velen's wrist, the heavy steel golem was lifted from its place and thrown from the holy platform to the dark hall. On the edge, Velen raised his other hand, surrounded by golden light, a heavy and solid Hammer of Holy Light fell from the sky, just like the trial of a paladin, it ruthlessly smashed into Lakish's fel machine On the front of the armor, a clear depression was smashed out of the steel that protects the core of the armor.

After this ruthless two-strike combo, another sacred imprisonment descended from the sky. The golden chain tightly wrapped around the surface of the fel mecha, imprisoning Lakish and his war weapons in the original place with divine power. land.

The Prophet who had finished casting spells leaned on his staff and took a few breaths. This violent energy activity caused the wounds on his abdomen and back to burst, and the blood was flowing, making the breathing of an old man like Velen heavy. Staggering forward a few steps, lying on the edge of the altar of the Seat of Naaru, throwing his staff aside, the old prophet searched for the fragments of Naaru in front of him with his hands stained with blood.

Naaru's body is the carrier of the holy soul for this holy light creature, but for Naaru, the most important thing is still the heart of the holy light in the center of the body, just like Zela's body was destroyed by Tyrion, The Heart of Light still exists. Now that Volos' body is destroyed, as long as Volos' Heart of Light is still there, the weak naaru can be resurrected after the blessing of the sacred ceremony.

Here, I found it!

Velen tremblingly picked up a shield-shaped golden crystal three times the size of a mortal's heart from the Holy Light Fragment of the Holy Altar that was stained with fel liquid. He could sense the energy of Volos in this crystal. The activity, though faint, is enough to prove that Naaru is still alive, so there is still hope.

But just when Velen took the Heart of Light out of the fragments, behind him, the fel mech that lost its arm roared like a manic monster amidst the surge of magic energy, tearing apart. Velen used the seal descended by the Holy Light. As Lakish roared, the already damaged mech ran out of the darkness with the posture of a football player, and slammed into Velen's body fiercely. Outside the Holy Light Shield.

The instant burst of power from this 5-meter-high fel mech was terrifying. Under this sudden impact, Velen was also knocked into the air, rolling on the ground for several weeks, and the Heart of Light in his hand , even bouncing and being thrown into the darkness, like a lamp post shining faintly in the darkness.

Old guy! Old guy!

Lakish roared crazily. He manipulated the fel mecha to beat Velen's holy light shield crazily, just like a madman:

Is there only the Light in your heart? The Light is everything to you, right? You ditched your wife, you ditched your son, for the damn Light, right! The Light is dead! Your Light , I’m going to die today! You’re going to die too!”

The fel mech manipulated by the eredar demon ejected scorching fel flames from the jet port on the back, drew a trajectory in the air, and landed on the ground where the heart of the light fell. The Heart of Light was completely destroyed. This scene made Velen angry. The persecution and madness of the Naaru by the demon in front of him made Velen feel unreasonable.

Demon! Go away!

Velen clenched his fists tightly, golden holy light entangled his fists, the old prophet was like a fighter fighting, punching punch after punch on the steel body of the fel mecha that was pressing down on his body , under the blessing of divine power, every punch of Velen can leave clear marks on the steel surging with evil energy.

The Prophet is not only an excellent spellcaster. In the Jedni Contest in the Argus World, the young Velen also won several gladiatorial championships. Of course, his fighting skills will not be stronger than those real fighters, but In this critical situation, when the prophet's power erupted, he still pushed the heavy fel mech up under the bombardment of several fists.

click

Velen grabbed the injector on the back of the fel mecha, and amidst the scorching fel flames gushing, Velen's holy light erupted, grabbing the flaming jet tube from the mech abruptly, and throwing it on the On the one hand, he took a few steps back and picked up his Redeemer staff from the ground. The triangular golden holy emblem surged in the darkness behind him, as if covering the embarrassed prophet with a golden veil. .

Make him look so divine.

A devil like you! You will never understand what the Holy Light means to us!

In the surge of holy anger, Velen waved his staff, and the holy light erupted in the next moment, just like dozens of shells exploding at the same time. In the mecha, every energy conduit of this evil creation is filled with scorching holy light.

The fel energy flowing in the conduit of the fel mecha collided violently with the holy light. Amidst several low-pitched explosions, the evil crop produced by the crazy technicians of the Burning Legion finally reached the critical point of being scrapped. , when the engine was also destroyed, the miserable General Lakish was directly thrown out of the exploding mecha.

ah!

The whole body of the eredar demon was ignited by the golden flame of the holy light. He was like a poor prisoner suffering from the fire, rolling crazily on the ground, trying to extinguish the burning flame of the holy light on his body.

This is an extremely warm healing energy for mortals, but for a creature like a demon that is full of negative energy, it is like the most terrifying toxin. Just a little bit of it can make you feel uncomfortable for a whole day.

Velen was leaning on the staff of the Redeemer. He stood in the messy hall of the Naaru Seat. He looked at the eredar general who was howling in the sacred flames. There was no pity in his eyes. What he did was so evil that he killed all the draenei guarding the naaru in the entire hall of the seat of the naaru, and his hands were stained with the blood of Velen's people.

It is not a pity for him to die!

However, even in the terrifying flames that burned every inch of his skin, the eredar demon general, who had gone completely mad in Velen's eyes, was still screaming in suppressed pain amidst the painful wails. voice, questioning Velen.

Old thing! What did the Holy Light give you! Let you sell your soul to it!

You idiot! Idiot! You failed her! You failed her!

I'm going to kill you! I'm going to wash away the shame you brought me! Velen! Velen! Did you hear that? I'm going to kill you!

These miserable and strange wailings made the Prophet quite uneasy in his heart. He felt a strange uneasiness in his heart. He didn't want to stay in this place anymore, he wanted to leave here.

Before leaving, he looked back at the lunatic eredar demon who was gradually losing its vitality in the flames of the holy light, and said in a deep voice:

I don't know why you hate me so much, I don't know why you listen to Kil'jaeden's stuff...I don't know you at all, I haven't seen you...But for us, the Holy Light is very important Important, the Holy Light... is the home of all draenei!

You may hate me, but do not hate the Light, eredar. It will save your dark soul, no matter what evil you have done.

Velen's words made the dying eredar demon sneer for the last time. General Lakish leaned his scorched and disfigured body against the melted crystal wall behind him. The twisted visor has already condensed with the flesh and blood on the face, but maybe, this is also good...

Pooh!

The demon general retorted weakly:

I don't need the salvation of the Holy Light, Velen, everyone in this city needs healing...you need it too...

Hehe, you call me a monster...

Veren, you are the monster! You are the monster made by the Holy Light!

You are... ten thousand times uglier than me!

The insult of the dying Lakish did not make Velen have any special thoughts. In fact, this is not the first time he has been insulted by demons, and he doesn't care about the thinking of these fallen creatures. The demon who took his last breath always felt a little uneasy in his heart, and as the demon in front of him became weaker and weaker, that uneasiness was rapidly intensifying.

The unreasonable panic made the prophet want to escape from this place. He turned around and walked towards Volos' Heart of Light, which was thrown in the dark hall, but just as the prophet touched the Heart of Light A moment before, a light cough sounded from the darkness farther away.

The familiar cold breath made the embarrassed prophet suddenly raised his head, and saw Tyrion walking out of the darkness. The appearance of the great lord, Blade of Dawn, did not change, but the strange thing is that he appeared this time , wearing a very gorgeous robe, even coquettishly dotted with white lace on the wrist and neckline, and a black bow tie on the straight shirt, even the hair is combed meticulously.

It looked like it was going to a dance.

This attire stunned the Prophet, and the great lord holding a black gentleman's cane looked at the doubt in the Prophet's eyes. He stretched out his hand to straighten his collar, and there was a strange smile on his indifferent face. He said to the Prophet:

Well, I've just been on the sidelines of a beautiful play that's about to reach its most emotional climax, and I feel like it's time for me to step in too...and I feel like, at this point, I should dress up and express myself Kudos to both actors for their dedication...”

what are you talking about?

The Prophet was not in the mood to chat with the High Lord at this time. He picked up Volos' Heart of Light and asked:

What are you doing here again? You murdered Zela, you brutally killed the agent of the Holy Light...you are not my friend anymore!

No no no, Velen, my friend, none of that matters!

Tyrion glanced behind Velen, General Lakish who was about to die, his eyes narrowed, and he said softly:

I'm here for more important things! Oh, by the way, did I forget to tell you that the poor young man lying there behind you, besides the ugly name of Rakish, has Another name...

What's his name?

Nuri, right? Nuri Velen! He is the great prophet, Velen's son!

You just cruelly injured your own son and witnessed him die bit by bit. Look at you, Velen, what you have done makes a villain like me feel... cold-blooded!

Tyrion patted his robe, he calmly looked at the prophet whose complexion changed drastically, and asked softly:

Now, tell me, Velen the Kinslayer, you or I...who is more evil?