Azeroth’s Death Track

Not long ago, Velen saw a very desperate prophecy under unexpected circumstances.

On the battlefield full of gunpowder smoke and doomsday scenes, the white-haired him was holding a red-skinned Eredar full of fel herpes and scars. He was in great pain, as if he had lost the most important thing Same.

Velen still remembers that in that terrible prophecy, he himself shouted Holy Light can't save him..., it was an unspeakable terrible disaster.

However, although it was a very painful prophecy, it was also a very dark prophecy, but it was also a prophecy that lacked tangible evidence. Velen held the Song of Soul in his hand, and this purple Atama crystal gave the prophet the ability to predict the future , but the prophet's prediction of the future is more about seeing fragments of one of the countless possible futures. As the prophet himself said, the future is uncertain, and just seeing fragments does not mean that the future can be changed.

And according to the further development of things, the future seen in those fragments may not necessarily happen, so for Velen, he must treat these future fragments carefully and choose the most likely one from them. Then avoid it without letting those false visions of the future affect him.

After all, he is a leader, and any of his decisions will cause serious problems, but for a qualified leader, he can draw conclusions based on the development of facts, he can draw conclusions based on the interests of the race, and even You can draw conclusions based on people's attitudes, but you can't simply draw conclusions based on future predictions...

After all, predicting things like this sounds very unreliable, and relying on things like this to make decisions...will kill people.

So after that prophecy of death appeared, the Prophet thought about it for several days, thinking that it was a false vision, it was not likely to appear in the near future, and it was not likely to happen as predicted by the vision, after all, his son Nuri He and his wife had already died in the disaster of Argus, and died under the murder of the adjutant Targas who betrayed him.

This point, Velen has been affirmed by Lord Talgath, the legion hunter who has been hunting down the Draenei.

But Velen didn't know that this in itself was an evil conspiracy that Kil'jaeden had prepared for many years in order to punish his betrayal... a terrifying conspiracy that could crush the prophet's heart!

And now, this conspiracy has come true.

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Velen stretched out his hand, trying to take off the twisted mask of the shocked General Lakish. At this moment, the old prophet's fingers trembled a little. The scene of the death prophecy not long ago echoed in his heart, making the prophet's soul They all shuddered.

And behind the prophet, the great lord in costume stood in the darkness leaning on a cane. He calmly watched Velen's movements in front of him. He had already known the outcome of the game in advance, so regarding everything that the prophet was about to encounter, Tyrion has his own conjectures, but these are not important! What is really important is that today, he will harvest a precious soul.

Soul of Velen!

That was the treasure he had been coveting since he met the Prophet for the first time in the world of Draenor. After the war against the demons in the world of Draenor was over, he wanted to take advantage of that opportunity to take Velen Killed on the spot, but was dodged by the prepared prophet.

Since then, Tyrion has known that if he wants to get the soul of the prophet, he must make complete preparations in advance. For a person who has the ability to see through the future, if he wants to kill him or get his soul, it is absolutely not A simple matter, as long as there is a slight mistake, it will lead to failure.

Now, after so much planning, so much planning, so much preparation... it's time to reap the spoils, what could be more fulfilling than that?

there is none left!

hehe

The high lord let out a low laugh in the darkness, watching Velen's difficult movements, he said softly:

Do you need me to help you? My friend... You see, the fire of the Holy Light that you just used to burn poor little Nuri was so hot that it melted his mask with his face. It's a very painful process, for flesh and blood creatures, this is comparable to the most terrible torture, tsk tsk tsk, I really don't know how little Nuri survived!

Look at you daddy... What a crime! Listen to me, if you want to take that mask off, you'd better use a knife... sharp knives, I have a lot of them here, if you need them.. .”

Shut up!

Tyrion's ramblings caused the prophet to explode at this moment, and he threw out a sentence without looking back:

Leave me alone, I'm doing something important... important...

Then you'd better hurry up!

Tyrion's voice also became a little deeper:

This demon won't last long, if you still want to hear a few last words from him...

Tyrion's urging made the prophet's hands tremble even more. Velen had already foreseen the result in his heart, but Rao, a prophet who had experienced countless turbulent waves, hesitated at this moment, which was accurate. It is fear... As a prophet whose job it is to predict the future, he actually began to fear that his prophecy would come true.

The mask that has become cold is difficult to take off, and the prophet seldom does work similar to embalming corpses. Seeing his clumsy appearance, Tyrion couldn't stand it anymore. With a light wave of his finger, a sharp touch The black light blade appeared in his hand, the great lord leaned down, wiped the mask on Lakish's face with the light blade, and circled around the place where the mask merged with the skin, took off the mask smoothly, and then spoke to Wei Len made a please gesture.

Lakish's face and the mask were bonded together by the scorching flames of the Holy Light. After the mask was removed, the distorted face looked extremely pervasive, but on the face covered with burns and sores , I could still vaguely see a face that was 70% similar to Velen's, although the skin on that face had been cracked due to long-term exposure to evil energy, and there was a touch of green fluorescence shining in the dim eyes.

His breathing was very weak, as the high lord said, this eredar demon, after experiencing the most miserable torture, was only one step away from death.

ah...

Velen's fingers touched Lakish's face, the old prophet lowered his head, the high lord couldn't see his expression, but from his slightly trembling body, the high lord could feel that the prophet in front of him was gradually collapsing. Inwardly, his fingers were gentle, stroking Lakish's eye sockets, nose and blood-stained cheeks, just like a real old father stroking his sleeping son.

I was afraid that with a little force, my son would wake up from his dream.

I... hardly ever talked to him...

Velen's voice was desolate, as if he had aged thousands of years at that moment, his straight waist collapsed at this moment, and he said as if talking to himself:

I left Argus shortly after he was born...

I entrusted my most trusted lieutenant, Targath, to fetch my wife and son from Argus, but he had already taken refuge in Kil'jaeden, and when he called me, it was a trap, a Kil'jaeden A trap set by Dan and Talgas, who told me that my son Nuri and my wife Yala, were dead...killed by him himself...

Well

Velen's voice choked up at this moment, and his voice became even deeper, as if inaudible:

Since then, I have thought that in this world, I have no relatives... no family anymore, my people, my only family... I have lost my Nuri and My Yara, I can't lose them...can't lose them...

I sealed Nuri and Yala in the deepest corners of my heart and memory...like, they...they never showed up...

Well

Velen's finger touched the wound on General Lakish's cheek, causing General Eredar to groan subconsciously. Holy light surged in the prophet's hand immediately, and he wanted to save his son, but was caught by the quick-sighted The big lord opened it.

Do you want to execute him?

Tyrion asked in a deep voice:

Holy light, it is fatal to him, to your son! Holy light, you can't save him!

Ah, yes, Holy Light... Holy Light can't save my Nuri.

Velen's consciousness at this moment became a little dazed because of the blow. Under Tyrion's kind reminder, he withdrew his hands in fear. The seal of the leader of the draenei also became dim at this moment, as if, as if the holy light no longer shines on the prophet.

The holy light is slowly fading from his body!

hum

Beside Velen, the Heart of Holy Light belonging to Naruvolos buzzed. The weak Naru seemed to have foreseen the terrible experience that Velen was fading the Holy Light. The prophet killed Lakish by mistake. This is an extremely terrifying thing, and Naaru hopes to wake Velen from that collapse.

But before it could make a sound, the calm voice of the great lord sounded in Volos' mind:

I just buried Zela...do you want to be next?

Don't want to? Then get the hell out of here! Don't disturb his confession! Don't let your hands get blood... The Draenei will not perish. Losing Velen, you will get a new future!

Under the threat of the high lord, the buzzing of Volos' weak Heart of Light subsided slowly, and Tyrion seemed like a true good friend. He put one hand on the shoulder of the prophet Velen and whispered to him :

I'm good at treating this kind of situation. Of course, I believe that your father and son haven't seen each other for more than 20,000 to 20,000 years. Maybe you should talk about it first...

As he spoke, the High Lord injected a ray of death power into General Eredar's body, delaying his death for a moment, and between the flashes of the dim light, Lakish temporarily forgot the pain, as if The sleeping child slowly opened his eyes in the arms of the prophet.

And the first thing the demon saw was Velen's tear-stained face and the pain and concern shining in those eyes. Lakish subconsciously wanted to break free from Velen's arms, but was hugged tightly by the prophet , Velen whispered like coaxing a child:

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, my Nuri, it's all over, it's all over...I'll heal you, I'll protect you, Kil'jaeden, he can't hurt you anymore, I swear ...he can't.

But I...I hate you!

Lakish's voice was hoarse like the friction of steel. He closed his eyes and said harshly:

I hate you, my mother, she has never blamed you, even if she was imprisoned in Mac'Aree by Kil'jaeden, even if she died of illness in the end, she was alone for 2,000 years...Everyone in that world is Hate her because they hated you, Velen...you betrayed them, their wisest chief, abandoned them...the cowards, they turned their hatred on my mother and me.

But she never blamed you, you're sorry for her! You coward! You're sorry for her!

Lakish's breathing became short, his life had already merged with death, and he only had the last few seconds left in this world. He tightly grabbed Velen's wrist, and he shouted sharply:

Not everyone is lucky enough to see their own origin... Your world is dead, but I am alive. I was born with unimaginable destruction and death, and my whole life is atonement for it.

My whole life has been atonement for you! Velen!

Velen, father, you lost! Kil'jaeden defeated you...but I, I am not...not happy, I am at a loss...Velen, my eyes are...a piece, dark...

The wrists of the wretched eredar grew weak, and he closed his eyes, and amid Velen's bestial cries of despair, he said in a sleepy voice:

Maybe, maybe mother is right...

Father, we...see you in hell!

no no!!!

Velen felt the breath of the son in his arms dissipate. The mark of holy light on the forehead of the leader of the draenei completely collapsed at this moment. In the scattered weak spots of light, the last ray of holy light on the prophet's body was completely dimmed. , In the darkness, the last light was completely extinguished.

In the next moment, endless, swarming shadows, among the painful and tragic wailing... buried everything!

Ah, I like talking to the dead.

Standing in the darkness, Tyrion looked with satisfaction at Velen, who had completely collapsed in front of him, and the corpse in his arms. The ice-blue eyes of the great lord shone with a gleam of crystal light in the darkness, and he said to himself explain:

The cemetery is not a place of the end, it is a place of rebirth... No matter how decomposed the corpse is, there is a trace of life in it... Just a light tick, sometimes, is enough to bring the dead back to life!

Hehe, look, the world is dark.

Because of the Holy Light...

Die at this moment!