Menethil's Power

Chapter 412 Outland Raiders
Everything happened so fast.

"Mortals, remember my name, I am Meritos, we will meet again..." Nathrezim's soul left a cruel sentence according to the usual practice before it was completely burned, but for Isaacs Saying that the threat is infinite tends to zero.

The silver-white long sword in his hand melted, and the shiny liquid metal returned to his left hand. This strange deformed weapon was unabashedly displayed in front of the Draenei, but it did not attract much attention. Most of the eyes It all fell on Isaacs himself.

"As you can see, the truth is often as simple as that." Isaacs looked at the crowd with ease and said, as if hacking a bishop was not a big deal, and he didn't need to bear any psychological pressure.

No one responded to him. After a while, Elide, who had been beside Kailaris, spoke. The young priest just covered her mouth in surprise, "Why? Why is the Oron Church..." She was a little lost.

She asked most of the doubts in Draenei's mind.

Isaacs shrugged, "Our enemies are so cunning and terrifying, even the identification of the Holy Light is not an absolute guarantee, so I suggest that it is best to stick to your own judgment and not trust anyone too much."

This is a "goodwill" reminder.

After saying this, he walked slowly towards Captain Aktien, "Is your position the highest now?" He asked.

"No...that's right, my lord." Aktion stammered, he felt his throat was a little dry, and subconsciously used the honorific.

"Then this trial should have come to an end." Isaacs reminded.

"Of course!" Aktien woke up like a dream, "I declare Luanda the technician innocent!" His eyes turned to Muserek, his eyes flickered, but he still said: "These Broken Ones are also innocent!"

The Teledore guards who had been escorting the Broken Ones were a little at a loss.

"Let's untie them first." Kailaris couldn't help but speak.

The guards acted as if they had suddenly found their way, and soon Muserek and his subordinates were free again, but their expressions remained unchanged, and they looked at the surrounding Draenei with hostility with indifference.

The same goes for the draenei, and no one shows any guilt for wrongly blaming the Broken.

Even though they were also Draenei once, the Broken Ones have almost become an independent race. They are strangers to the original Draenei and do not identify with each other, just like humans and the Forsaken.

"Muserek," Kailaris called out the other person's name at this time, "You can go to Shattrath with us, Lord Adal has established a new shelter there, and you can also go to Where to go for help." She offered the most sensible advice she could think of.

"Master Adal is a great Naru, he will definitely accept you, and may even find a way to restore you to the original state..." Luanda also persuaded.

However, Muserek did not respond to their intentions at all. The Broken One just looked at Isaacs with a flat face, "I wonder if I know your name?" he asked, with a very low posture.

Isaacs said his name lightly without adding any title.

"I salute you, respected alien powerhouse, although you are also using the holy light, but I can feel that you are different from my former ignorant fellow race, they are all slaves of the holy light, but you are its master. "

The faces of Kailaris and Luanda couldn't help but froze, and Muserek's words had already expressed his attitude.Under the watchful eyes of the draenei, several broken ones walked slowly outside the camp and disappeared into the swamp.

The storm died down.

In the next few days, Isaacs felt that the draenei had obvious awe towards him, and even Elidie became cautious towards him, but she soon found that Isaacs hadn't changed much , so like a scared little animal, he approached him cautiously and became intimate again.

Became the leader of the traveling team, the captain of the Aktian guard seemed extremely unconfident, and asked Isaacs' wishes for every detail, and he didn't stop this ridiculous behavior until he was reprimanded.Kailaris was very silent and rarely spoke, as if she had something on her mind.

Two days later, they finally walked out of Zangarmarsh. Their feet turned into hard ground with hard turf, surrounded by gray-green coniferous trees. Although the vegetation was still preserved, it was the same as most places in Outland. With a dead feeling.

This is the Terokkar Forest, and Elidy told Isaacs that the woods once showed a continuous golden red, but such a scene has long since ceased to exist.

A towering mountain stands at the junction of Terokkar Forest and Zangarmarsh. This is the barrier mountain. An ogre tribe named Gordunni occupies here. They should be the last draenei to face. a block.

The Goduni tribe once joined the tribe, and many members have followed through the Dark Portal and settled down in Azeroth, but there are not many members staying in Outland.Without Isaacs doing it himself, after the Teledore guards wiped out dozens of wandering ogres, the remaining big guys consciously retreated into their lairs.

The outline of Shattrath City can already be seen here. The once glorious Draenei city now looks quite dilapidated, but hope is hidden in it.

Tomorrow will be able to reach the destination, many people are really relieved, this journey is not very long, but it is indeed a bit thrilling.

They set up camp and made the last repairs, but Kailaris left the camp alone and came to a small hillside, looking at Shattrath in the distance in a trance.

"What, something on your mind?" A voice came from behind her, and she knew it was Isaacs without turning around.

"It's nothing, I just thought that Draenei's distress will end in due time." Kailaris responded lightly.

"Maybe this day is not as long as I imagined." Isaacs showed a meaningful expression, and he walked up to the Draenei girl, "It can be seen that you still have a lot of thoughts, I have always wanted to find a chance to talk to you talk."

Kaelarys was silent.

"Actually, many things can be explained when Oron was found out. Whether it was Sironas' infiltration or invasion, or the ambush you encountered before you met me, it is obvious that he played a lot in the dark. I know you've been blaming yourself for these things, but there's no need for that, kindness itself is innocent."

"It's not just Oron that troubles me, but also those Broken Ones," Kailaris looked up at the sky full of chaotic light, "Why didn't the Holy Light heal their diseases, but abandoned them? "

"The reason is very simple, because the Holy Light is not omnipotent, it is essentially just an energy with many positive attributes. People need spiritual sustenance in times of hardship, and even an extremely vague hope, which is also called religion. The reason for it, but the Holy Light is not a god, blind worship is not advisable, you can't give it all your problems."

"But the naaru did give us a lot, and they helped the draenei escape from Argus..." Kailaris retorted subconsciously.

"The naaru are indeed great, and they are indeed trying their best to fight against the Burning Legion. This is all true. But for such a great existence, we just have enough respect and gratitude. But that doesn't mean we should think of them as The incarnation of the Holy Light, treat them as gods. In the final analysis, faith should be a kind of spiritual identification, rather than pure worship. People should keep their own thoughts, and I think Prophet Velen must know this truth." Isaacs Said calmly.

Kailaris still looked confused, but after a while she smiled, "That's right, how to survive is our own problem, how can we leave it to the Holy Light to arrange completely?"

Her thinking is shifting.

"That's right." Isaacs nodded, and he suddenly felt that the topic was a little heavy. "Actually, as one of the heroes who revealed the true face of Oron, you should be happy." He showed a smile.

"Why?" Kailaris looked a little dazed.

"The dreaded demon king named Meritos managed to control a high-ranking bishop. Naturally, he should continue to hide his identity and attack at an important point in the future. The harm caused at that time is immeasurable, but because you created endless Holy Light Crystal, once this technology is perfected and popularized, the overall racial strength of the Draenei will be greatly improved, so he has to find ways to kill you in advance, and this is what showed his feet."

Kailaris couldn't laugh or cry, "What does this have to do with me?"

"Playing the role of bait is also a great achievement." Isaacs said solemnly.

Kailaris twitched her mouth, "That means you saved me again. After all, if it wasn't for you, I should have already suffered misfortune." She looked at Isaacs blankly, her blue eyes With an inexplicable light in his eyes, "What kind of existence are you? Why do I feel that my life is always your shadow since you appeared?"

"Maybe this is the fate arranged by the Holy Light." Isaacs smiled slightly.

"You just said that the Holy Light is just a pure force."

Isaacs's smile suddenly froze, "Okay, I admit it." He looked reluctant, "There is indeed something special about you that attracts me."

Kailaris walked up to him slowly, staring at Isaacs with no expression on her face. The latter suddenly had a bad feeling, and he suddenly realized that what he said just now should be abrupt.

But the Delani girl suddenly smiled, leaned over and put her arms around his neck, and a wisp of fragrance suddenly rushed into his nose.Kailaris leaned her gently on his shoulder, and Isaacs only felt a tingling sensation.

"Thank you for showing up." The draenei girl whispered in his ear.

……

The ice containing evil energy exploded, and the huge force generated directly smashed an orc guard against the wall. He could no longer see the human form, it was basically a mixture of ice chips and minced meat.

Dozens of orcs collapsed around, either dead or injured, and without exception, their bodies were covered with dark blue frost.

The instigator of all this is walking in this frosty hell, her skin is like ice and snow, enchanting and seductive, and the end of the bat wing on her back is gently shaking.

"Why, are you still unwilling to give in?" Kalia turned around and asked the old orc who looked like the leader. His whole body was covered in a thick block of ice, only his head was exposed. His beard and hair are all white.His skin was livid, and it was obvious that he would not be able to withstand the freezing temperature soon.

But the orc still spat out a smear in disdain, "You don't want to enslave us, devil."

He is O'Balorn, the leader of the remaining Shadowmoon clan. After Draenor was completely broken, he led the remaining Shadowmoon orcs to survive to this day.The precedents of Gul'dan and Ner'zhul have proved that contact with demons will not end well, so he will never surrender to these twisted monsters again.Although this frost-using demon has already killed many of his loyal subordinates, he is not yet in a desperate situation, and he still has a strong support.

Kalia lost her patience, and raised the scepter of Sargeras, ready to give this tough guy a good time, but suddenly she felt a strong breath of withering and death, she suddenly looked up, and found a scepter condensed by pitch-black energy His sickle was cutting down on her silently.

It was too late to dodge, and a large amount of frost suddenly appeared, covering Kalia's whole body. The pitch-black sickle only corroded a part of the ice, and then it was powerless and chic, and it couldn't hurt Kalia in it at all.

The sneak attacker showed his figure. It was a tall humanoid creature covered in a black robe, exuding a cold and dead breath. He felt very puzzled. The soul harvest just now could directly corrode the soul. It stands to reason that he should never be killed by a cold blocked by an ice barrier.

"It's interesting." A soft voice came from him suddenly.

The man in black immediately realized that he had been deceived. The ice barrier was just a cover-up. The other party had already left the big ice shell, so his soul harvesting would not have any feedback, but it was obviously too late to realize it now. Frost The new star suddenly exploded behind him, and there was a strange burning feeling in the extreme cold. He only felt that his soul was about to be burned.

The man in black flew upside down and fell to the ground in embarrassment. The black robe that covered him was torn apart, revealing a body that was so decayed that the bones were exposed—he was not a living person.

"It seems that you are the stubborn support of this old guy?" Kalia didn't show too much disgust, but seemed to be looking at the corpse of this activity with great interest, "What the hell are you?"

(End of this chapter)