Azeroth’s Death Track

In the Borean tundra at night, on the beach occupied by seals, these hunters inhabiting the cold waters probably have reached the season of courtship. Under the halo of the evening, the cries of seals are everywhere, which is amazing. The seagulls on the coast were unwilling to land, flying around in the low air and screaming, as if they were scolding the hellish beasts in heat for occupying their hunting grounds.

And in this slightly noisy scene, a bonfire was lit in the mountain not far from the beach. The two Draenei garrison officers were sitting by the side of the bonfire, and Nuri Velen was sitting by the bonfire On the other side, this strange draenei held a skewer of grilled fish in his hand, while rolling the food that was roasted by the flames, while facing him, he was looking at his defenders with scrutiny and said:

I don't want to return to Shatar City at this time, not only because of my father's problems, but also my own problems. I don't want to hide it from you. In the past thousands of years, I have been working for the Burning Legion. ..”

Me too.

Vihari flicked the bonfire in front of her, she looked at Nuri with a slightly strange look, she said softly:

I have worked for the Legion for more than 30 years, destroyed several worlds among the stars, and killed countless lives. I am a man with blood on my hands, but you can show up here, which proves your past and mine There is no difference, the darkness of the past has passed, and a new life has begun. You don’t need to worry about the things you did under the influence of evil energy in the past, our people will not be hostile to you because of this.”

Yes, Nouri.

Grand Vindicator Maraad also spoke persuasively:

As long as you are willing to join us, and are willing to show your repentance with practical actions in the days to come, and atone for your past self, then Shatar City and the people who have been sheltered by your father for more than 20,000 years will be willing. Accept you, and we will accept you.

The seal of the Draenei leader passed on to Nuri by the prophet, the broken rune of holy light has been transferred to Maraad's forehead, it is like a pendant floating slightly above the forehead of the Grand Vindicator, A faint fluorescent light bloomed in the darkness, like a fire ignited in the darkness, adding a touch of mystery to the already resolute and unyielding Maraad.

And probably because the Grand Vindicator is the successor chosen by Velen, or because the heroic Maraad was filled with the will to protect the people and hope in his heart, the rune was transferred to Maraad's forehead At that time, under the glint of that little bit of holy light, this broken rune already had a harbinger of healing.

This proves that Maraad is also a person favored by the Holy Light, and maybe he will become a qualified leader of the Draenei in the future.

But in the face of the invitation and persuasion of the two garrison officers, Nuri never responded positively. The son of the prophet silently rolled his grilled fish. The aroma came out, Nuri shrugged, and handed the fish in his hands to Vihari and Maraad. The two defenders looked at each other, and then stretched out their hands to take the young man's... gift .

Not just because of the past...I know where my future is going. With the help of some friends, I also know the trajectory of my father. , and the people it has cultivated are also very confident, but the problem is that it is not the time yet.

Nuri ate the fish and said to the two people in front of him:

I still have some unfinished business, which is also what my father wants to do, and it can even be called his last wish. As an unqualified son, I feel that I have a responsibility and an obligation , to help my father fulfill his last will...I will not return to the people he led until this is done.

The Prophet's Son raised his head, looked at Maraad seriously, and said:

I don't have that qualification yet... You may not be clear, but in a sense, it was I who killed my father... I killed him with my own hands.

Nuri's eyes turned to Vihari who had been eating grilled fish with his head down. There was a faint wave in the young man's eyes, and he said softly:

You should know that in the Seat of the Naaru...

Nuri's tone was very light, but when it fell into Vihari's ears, it was like a thunderbolt, causing the guard officer of Timei to raise her head suddenly. She looked into Nuri's eyes with a little more vigilance.

You! You were the... Eredar General! Rakish!

Yes, I am Rakish.

Without much hesitation, Nuri admitted his identity frankly. He threw the bland half fish in his hand on the ground, wiped the grease from his fingers with a handkerchief, and said to the two people in front of him:

I grew up on Argus, was trained by Kil'jaeden to be a butcher, and served the Burning Legion for many, many years. In the first half of my life, my greatest wish was to kill my father and watch him kill me Howling and begging for mercy in front of me, I almost made it, but fate is so magical, even in that terrible and desperate situation, my father, Velen, still did not give in, but sacrificed his life to purify me...

Purified my evil energy, purified my sins, purified my soul, he told me that he died as a father instead of a prophet, that was the best ending in his wandering life, he Let me tell you that there is no need to mourn his passing, because sooner or later, you will meet him among the stars...in the eternal home of the Draenei.

On the land of Argus...this is his last wish.

Nuri took a deep breath and turned his head to look at the night that had completely fallen. In the clouds above the sea, a little bit of faint starlight was shining. He said:

I came here, in addition to handing over the leader's seal left by my father, and telling your beloved the last words he left to you, I also came here because of these things. In the thousands of years of the Burning Legion, I have left me It's just pain and depression, not just distortion and madness, but also a lot of valuable knowledge, those secrets about the legion!

Nuri pointed to his own head, and he said to the silent Maraad:

Father said, go home, this is the obsession deep in the hearts of every Draenei, you are too far away from home, the longing in your soul every night is pushing you to worship in the direction of Argus, I want to take you home! I want to bring the exiles back to Argus! And... I already have a complete plan. After leaving here, I want to find some like-minded people in this world Friends, let’s make this wish come true together.”

So before leaving, I want to ask you two, the two leaders of the future Draenei, are you willing to join me in fulfilling my father's only wish?

Maraad and Velhari remained silent. Nuri's proposal was a bit too sensational. Although there was nothing wrong with what he said, the draenei were indeed eager to return to their hometown, but judging from the current situation, Having lost their spaceship and even a few naaru, it is already very difficult for them to resist the Burning Legion in Azeroth, let alone return to Argus when their power is empty...

This is almost impossible to do, it is too far-fetched.

And there is another point, for Maraad and Velhari, who have personally experienced the retreat of Argus, they have seen the magnificent and prosperous world of Argus being spewed out from the center of the earth. The doomsday scene that can be completely covered, in the surging power of the dark titan Sargeras, the whole world is torn apart, and then endless demons fill that world and their hometown.

There is no hope for Argus, the world of Argus in the memory of the draenei has completely withered, and it is already hell... Even if the exiled draenei finally go back, so what? That world no longer welcomes them, and it is difficult for them to survive in that doomsday world.

Argus has become a beautiful sustenance for their hometown in the hearts of the Draenei, but it is only a sustenance.

Looking at the silence of the garrison officers, Nuri could probably guess what they were thinking. This young man stretched out his body, and the fountain of youth transferred Velen's immortal life into his body, making him energetic and at the same time having A keen sense for others.

The son of the prophet rubbed his forehead, and he said casually:

Oh, one more thing, I forgot to tell you...

The world of Argus has not been destroyed! At least it has not been completely torn apart by evil energy as you imagined. I grew up in that world, and I am more familiar with it than I am with this new world. I can tell you with certainty ...

Argus still has blue skies, Argus still has forests, and Argus, er, no oceans...but the largest lake on the Mac'Aree Plains is still there, and it's still as beautiful as when you left, but the buildings are all destroyed Destroyed, the eruption of evil energy more than 20,000 years ago did tear that world apart, but perhaps some kind of power protected it in the dark. The most prosperous plain in the world of Argus was preserved, and it is now suspended Above Argus' Heart of Fire.

Nouri described it in a deep voice, as if rendering the most beautiful blueprint, he said:

There are still many, many lives there. Kil'jaeden did not allow demons to infect that continent, and I don't know why he didn't do that, but I can tell you with certainty that there is still hope in that world... .As long as you don't give up on it, it won't let you down!

What Nuri said made Maraad's eyes gradually brighten. He looked at Nuri, and after a while, the Grand Defense Officer said softly:

My rationality tells me not to believe you, but my instinct tells me that what you say should be true, but there is no way to convince our people with just one statement. You have to understand, Nuri, in After the Prophet's fall, we must come up with a plan and blueprint for the future, so that our people can continue to unite and move forward.

If you can prove what you said, then I am willing to do my best to help you convince our people... to join you on this road to home! But you must first prove your statement!

Ah, it's a little difficult.

The Son of the Prophet wagged his tail and rubbed his forehead:

I still remember the identification code and path of the Burning Legion's teleportation stargate leading to Argus, and I am sure to return to Argus safely among the stars, but the problem is that the demons entrenched in this world are too weak by you , except for the Nathrezim demons entrenched in the Broken Isles, there is basically no force that can open the portal of the stars... But Nathrezim, those guys are very cunning, I am not sure I can fool them they.

If that's what worries you...

Vihari glanced at Maraad, she was a little hesitant, but she still took a step forward, took out something from her pocket, and handed it to Nuri:

I have a way.

Um?

Nuri took the badge that Velhari handed over. It was a green badge with weird symbols, and there were some weird evil energy in it:

What is this? It looks like something related to the Legion.

This is the emblem of the Illidari!

Velhari explained:

Not long ago, the leader of the Illidari, the demon hunter Illidan Stormrage, invited me to join one of his big plans. I was hesitant, but I heard from him that the lunatic seemed to be planning to counterattack In a world occupied by demons, look for something important to Azeroth, and he has united several powerful forces, you may be able to cooperate with him.

And I believe that Illidan, who is obsessed with destroying demons, must also be very interested in the world of Argus.

The female garrison officer whispered:

Maraad and I are destined to be very busy these days. We may not be able to support you too much, but if you really need it, then send someone to Shatar City, and we will do our best to help you.

Nuri looked at the badge in his hand. His fingers stroked the rough badge. He raised his head and looked at Vihari. Their eyes met. At this moment, Vihari's heart beat very fast... her heart Ashamed, she didn't know if Nuri saw what she did to the prophet.

After a suffocating few seconds, Nuri suddenly showed a smile. He stretched out his hand and patted Vihari on the shoulder. He said:

The past is in the past, Ms. Vihari, take care of his people instead of my father. I believe that he will be proud of you in the end.

After finishing speaking, Nuri nodded to Maraad, then pulled up his hood, turned and left the mountain without hesitation, his speed was very fast, and after a few minutes, he disappeared into the In the darkness, while watching Nuri leave, Vihari's almost stagnant breathing returned to normal. She took a few short breaths, then looked back at Maraad, and said:

Is it really okay for us to just let him go?

That was his choice, Velhari.

Maraad sighed, and he reached out his hand to touch his forehead. The leader's seal shining in the darkness was weightless, but at this moment, the Grand Defense Officer could feel that heavy responsibility and mission, just like a mountain. , pressing on his own body.

He also didn't know if he could shoulder all the things left by the prophet...

But when he got home, the somewhat fanciful and extremely attractive proposal that Nuri made to him has been lingering in Maraad's heart. The Prophet's Son is right, it is in the hearts of all Draenei A vague desire, after the Prophet's departure, only such an action that can make everyone feel hopeful can continue to unite the Draenei.

Going home...ah, it's so hard...