Stormwind God

The Draenei were almost going crazy.

It was thought that in Argus, they had a prosperous country and good compatriots, all of which was ended by the power of Sargeras. When the other two leaders turned their people into demons' minions for strength, Velen did choose to lead the people to the light, but this escape lasted for 25,000 years.

In these painful and memorable years, it was Velen as the spiritual backbone of the entire Draenei, constantly guiding them, encouraging them, and leading them out of despair and distress.

It can be said that for many Draenei born in spaceships and escapes, Velen is their only hope of survival.

Now, the pillar that supports the entire nation, Velen, known as the 'Immortal', suddenly falls without warning.

This plunged all Draenei into grief and frenzy.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh"-Marrad was in a rare rage, wielding the Warhammer of Light, striding up the ice ladder that had previously carried Velen up the platform.

Suddenly, the ladder was broken. Marrard slammed a little over three meters high.

Then he saw Duke standing on the edge of the hole, angrily bursting into his heart: "Duke Marcus! What are you doing !?"

Duke turned slightly, his eyes sharp, and he gave Marrad a severe glance: "Look at your light, and think about what the Prophet Velen taught you at the beginning-what you need to fight against evil is pure soul Warrior, not an avenger. Do you deserve what Velen taught you? "

Mallard trembled, and it was only then that he realized that the light of his body had become sparse and mottled.

The Holy Light is the embodiment of the purest righteous will in the heart.

Motivation is impure, holy light is naturally impure, and the power of evil spirits plummets with it.

Marrad was whispered for a moment.

Over there, Yrel gently lowered Velen's dead body, and she picked up her warhammer.

Yrel's body glowed with sacred golden light.

This is the Temple of Darkness, the darkest and most dirty place in Draenor, and the Eredar Warlock from the twisted void is constantly conducting various taboo experiments. The soul of the deceased has filled the once sacred temple .

Therefore, the darkest cloud thickest is always over the dark temple.

However, at this moment, there is a golden light spot that is getting bigger and bigger, from a small point, to a golden light beam that runs through the heavens and the earth. It was a little faint at first, and soon we all heard a female voice added to everyone. She said:

"Master Firen's life fire has extinguished."

"Draenei is not extinguished!"

"The Draenei love peace, but if the Burning Legion is immortal, the Draenei will work with the Alliance to raise the flag of the Alliance and let it fly above this glorious world!"

"Long live the league!"

That was the vow of battle ...

Every Draenei, every Allied warrior who could see Yrel, clearly saw that the warhammer in Yrel's hand turned into a golden torch.

The light is burning, burning!

After that, another beam of light carried through the heavens and earth. It was the numerous Draenei paladins and priests who poured their will together. Then the beam of light gently turned into a gorgeous arc of light, merged with the beam of Yrel, and became A larger beam of light.

Duke was a little aggressive, and he watched Yrel's golden flames linger, and in a moment, a dazzling soul battle flag rose from Yrel's back, and then it turned into two glittering wings.

Now Yrel has two wings like her former compatriots. It's just that the Ereda Demon is an ugly batwing, and the hoof at this moment is more like an angel.

Well, hoof angel, Duke Guang feels drunk.

He really didn't know that there was such a show.

Think about it, it seems reasonable.

After all, when he didn't stop the martial arts, he relied on which kind-hearted big man to pass on the martial arts to him, so as to avoid the crisis of soul degradation.

Spiritual power comes from the soul. Since the soul can be inherited, the Holy Light, one of the greatest manifestations of the soul's energy, cannot be passed on to others.

Of course, the hoof is not so explosive, the problem is that Velen has it!

Looking at the system prompting "Wellen passed the 18,000 years of Holy Light energy to Yrel", Duke had an eggache for a while.

Once upon a time, Duke was a martial arts fan. Every night I couldn't sleep, I was dreaming of an old grandfather who gave him a Jiazi internal power equal to 60 years.

Well now, Velen, the old immortal, even hit the hoof directly on the hoof.

The hoof is so bad!

Looking at the glitter of the whole body, and the holy hooves of the holy fighter, the Duke was really a little bit lamenting: the power of the Holy Light in 18000! Why don't you order me ...

While Duke was talking, he suddenly received a message from Alonthos Fao: "Duke, Lord Velen seems to be pouring the remaining power of the Holy Light that cannot be injected into Yrel before his death. Into the magic net. "

The system again prompts "Velen probably injected 8,000 years of power into the magic net."

Huh! ?

This can be!

Velen you mean enough, I'll cover the hoof in the future!

He knew that Velen couldn't afford the hoof to make him cheap, but the feeling similar to winning a lottery and opening a treasure chest to open an artifact was cool!

The hoof kicked her gold glittering wings of light a little unskillfully, and the whole person rose into the air, then jumped onto the platform of the highest level of the dark temple with a ridiculous posture similar to a standing long jump.

"His Marshal Commander, I'm Yrel, as an alternate leader of Draenei, has asked to join Illidan's crusade." The hoof's voice was loud and strong, at this time on her rather young girlish face No hesitation has been seen.

At first Duke instinctively wanted to refuse.

He is not optimistic about the potential of the hoof, but it takes time and opportunity to turn potential into strength. How many geniuses have passed away from ancient times to the present and failed to realize their potential.

Velen suddenly hangs up, and Duke doesn't want to hang up with another Draenei leader. Because the rest of the Draenei were mediocre guys, Duke didn't look at any of them.

But when he saw the girl's begging eyes, Duke focused his head: "You were not qualified to participate in this level of battle, this is your protection. But for the sake of the sacrifice of the Alliance by His Excellency, I am allowed. This time, I'll fight it. Remember, you owe me a favor. "

"No problem," the hoof answered brightly.

The hoof sang a battle song of light, let the light bathe his body, and rushed straight to Illidan.