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Chapter 308: The Prodigal Son Returns and Loses His Integrity

As Gul'dan was sealed by the mysterious night elves, the surrounding demons began to flee. Their ability to be resurrected in the twisting void does not mean that they want to die.

Taelan Fording felt a splitting headache, and the loss of soul power made his iron will begin to waver. Archimonde's magic of mutual destruction still affected him. This method can really burn him to death. Unfortunately, his own soul can't stand it first. And people who die from this magic can't be resurrected. Because your soul has been burned out. It is as terrible as the 'Eight Virtues'.

The lush green forests around were turned into dead wood and branches by the power of the evil energy bombs, with the few remaining leaves hanging listlessly on the branches. The green evil energy polluted the only small river nearby, and the originally clear river water turned green. Everything withered wherever it went.

The air was filled with the stench of sulfur. Underfoot were burnt grasses. Occasionally there were a few plants that were still alive, but they were listlessly hanging their heads. Hanging from the tips of the leaves were no longer crystal clear drops of water, but light green unknown liquid.

The vitality of the surrounding area faded, and the most serious situation was the place where Tyran Fording landed. The rest of the places became less and less diffuse.

Black Horn knew that Tyran Fording's sanctified teleportation was not arbitrary. He also needed his own domain, or to put it more bluntly, his sanctuary to assimilate the surrounding environment. The longer he stayed in a place, the more thorough the transformation of the environment would be. The easier it would be for him to teleport.

The forced teleportation just now must have come at a price. His magic circuit may have been damaged. If he expressed this worry, Ado would definitely punch him and say that he was just daydreaming.

Blackhorn Grimtotem is a rude and straightforward Tauren warrior who doesn't think as much as others. His directness, simplicity and efficiency make him the most useful general in the Alliance.

The atmosphere of the Alliance army is very good now, much stronger than the parliament, and Blackhorn is also very popular. The number of the Grimtotem he leads is not large, but the combat effectiveness is very strong. The Grimtotem and the Bloodhoof tribe are the core supporters of Tyran Fordring among the tauren. They rely on each other politically and complement each other economically.

Because the Tauren race is good at growing herbs, they are destined to have close cooperation with Jenna Pharmaceutical Co. Because of this, Blackhorn, a latecomer, has a close relationship with Tyran Fording.

"Grand Marshal, you are injured. Don't push yourself too hard. There is no end to the work. You have done enough. You don't need more. This world doesn't just belong to you."

He glanced at the Grand Mage's temporary headquarters, which had now been reduced to ruins. The extremely powerful evil energy was still boiling there, not only corroding the ground and the broken walls of the ruins, causing green smoke to rise, but also turning the Alliance's temporary fortification modules into scrap.

In order to maintain the combat effectiveness of the Alliance soldiers on the entire battlefield, Tyran Fording did not dare to switch the purification aura. If it lasted for a long time, the evil energy here might never dissipate.

The young Tauren warrior who was almost there stared at the ruins in a daze. If the order had been issued a minute earlier, he would have been wiped out by the evil energy just like the old woman Modera. If that had happened, the good intentions of Blackhorn and Hodor at that time might have cost him his life.

"Guff, stop looking. I have to apologize to you. I almost sent you away!"

The tauren warrior took off his helmet, revealing a simple face. He was actually an apprentice druid. He had already begun to study the ways of nature.

Because of his unusually abundant mana, several great mages in the Mage Academy wanted to train an alternative Tauren mage, which made him a little hesitant. After all, mages are very popular, and teleportation is much better than the return of druids to Moonglade. Moreover, the Mage Academy has a strong faculty and a promising future. It has more options than druids who can only join the Cenarion Circle.

Facing life and death this time, the young Tauren had a change of heart. Perhaps life is the most precious thing. The druid path is more suitable for him.

Taelan Fordring looked at that face, which gradually overlapped with the "Emperor Gufu" in Hearthstone. His 20 mana was impressive:
"Guff, the druid path is your future! Do not hesitate, bravely ask your heart. What do you really want? Whether you want to be a shaman, a druid, or the first tauren mage, you will succeed."

"Thank you! Lord, I have made my choice." As he spoke, he planted a green seed of nature on Tyran Fording's body. The powerful vitality soothed Tyran Fording's burning soul.

"Chief Blackhorn, I didn't think too much about it. I know that you and Commander Hodor want me to live longer with the protection of the Archmage."

He walked over and looked at Tyran Fording seriously. He wanted to say something. He wanted to ask him why he chose to protect these low-level warriors? There were even quite a few human infantry and high-level elf mage apprentices here. They were far inferior to the great mages in the fortress. They were more valuable.

But he didn't ask. Space and time were shaking, and an arcane force wanted to teleport over. This force was very strong. But his essence was not high enough, and without Tyran Fording's permission, he could not complete the teleportation. This was also the reason why no more demons were teleported here just now.

Those demon summoners were unable to complete the summoning. Their summoning spells were useless in the face of the void power that Taelan Fording had spread.

Taelan Fording sensed it and then released the ban.

Purple arcane power spread, and an old-looking wizard teleported over with several gorgeously dressed archmages. One of the archmages had three powerful magic spheres floating above his head.

Tyran Fording was also very happy to see his best friend on the battlefield, especially before he entered the treasury of Aggramar. The power of the sun god Anser was buried there, and there might also be the artifact left by Aggramar, the so-called Pillar of Creation.

In Taelan Fording's memory, the Pillars of Creation should have come from the M16 nebula, a natural wonder in the Eagle Nebula. Three extremely huge pillars stand at the heart of the Eagle Cluster.

The reason it is called the "Pillars of Creation" is that it is the birthplace of stars, which are formed by the gathering of countless interstellar matter here.

The Titans used these artifacts to transform the worlds they encountered. The world of Azeroth was discovered by the Titan Aggramar. He protected this new world and buried an artifact that he had nurtured with it, the Shield of Aggramar, so this place is also called the Vault of Aggramar.

Tyran Fording is not in a good condition now. His soul injury is difficult to heal. Only by consuming powerful power can he recover quickly. His pre-set enemy is a Titan, Argus the Destroyer. He needs that power.

After this battle, he can take a good rest and spend more time with his wife. They have been together for nearly 20 years. Since childhood, they have rarely had a peaceful time. Now she is in a special period and needs his company.

He didn't want to miss this important stage of her life, but the war always made him unable to control himself.

Anser's power was not so easy to take. Moreover, he was injured now. But he had no other choice.

He was very happy to see Kael'thas when he was facing this important decision in his life. After all, he was only a demigod, not a true god. The human side occupied a large part.

He also gets hurt, He also gets weak, He also needs comfort, He also needs the care and comfort of friends.

"Grand Marshal, Modera is dead! Why did you do this?"

However, what greeted him was not Kael'thas's concern, but Khadgar's questioning.

Kael'thas' face flushed red, and he angrily blocked the gaze of Khadgar and the old mages.

"Taran!" He stretched out his hand and placed it on the shoulder of this demigod friend:
"How could you... be like this? You need to leave here. You can't go on like this."

They had been together for twenty years, ever since He was a child.

This elf prince in an awkward situation has no real friends, and his loyal subordinates cannot give him equal friendship. They are just superiors and subordinates. This difference in status is like a chasm, making it difficult for him to gain anything other than loyalty.

Only this little boy saw himself as a human youth, he never thought of himself as a prince. Others called him Prince Kael'thas, and after they got to know each other, he always called him Kael.

"Kyle, you should be happy!"

"Kyle, you can't do that!"

“Kyle, you need a true love.

Teacher Solanlian is a good girl. Liadrin is also a good choice if she keeps her mouth shut and talks less. "

"Kyle, you need to choose a new path."

"Kayle, come with me! Only in Kalimdor can you find a new home for your people!"

"Kyle, I think I found a way to solve your magic addiction problem! You should tell your people this news!"

He was no longer the hesitant, ostracized prince. He was the king. "Tyran, don't listen to their nonsense. Aren't you going to go underground?

Come in! I will stay here."

A man should have an ambitious heart and take responsibility, and should never give up his decision just because of the blame from a few people.

He took off the gauntlet that was pitted by fel energy, raised his hand, and gently patted Kael'thas' shoulder.

"Kyle, say hello to Janna for me! I'm going in. Illidan will be back soon with the Key of the Realms. We have a lot to do!

Hopefully I can come back.”

He looked up at the distant Suramar City. Janna was there. There was not only Naxxramas, but also his wife who had been with him for twenty years, and a person who was related to him by blood.

“Tell her:

I love her! Always will! "

The wings of holy light that had been drooping behind him stretched out again, and the mark of the Song of the Soul appeared on his forehead. He wanted to completely assimilate this space. At the same time, he maintained the existence of his own fanatical aura. His subordinates needed the support of his aura.

He turned around and took one last look at the gentle moonlight; then he nodded and said goodbye to Hodor, Black Horn, and the old brothers. He turned into holy light and disappeared after a flash. He had already gone underground.

It was not peaceful there. There were no demons, but there were magic traps and unknown things waiting for him.

Hodor was a paladin, and the manners he learned prevented him from swearing. But Blackhorn was not like that.

Blackhorn is a wild bull. He fights only for his brothers and his tribe. No nobles, kings, or secular power have any effect on him. He simply carries the cause of his savior on his shoulders as his own.

Magatha Grimtotem once told him:
“Never carry other people’s dreams on your shoulders. It’s more tiring than carrying your own dreams on your shoulders.”

Blackhorn said nonchalantly: "His dream is my dream. As long as he makes a choice, Blackhorn Grimtotem will never complain about anything.

As long as the alliance can continue to grow and the clan can survive without being oppressed, Black Horn’s choice is not wrong. Black Horn’s life is his! "

He turned and looked at Khadgar's old face.

"You are a hero of the old alliance, I respect you. But please respect the choice of the Grand Marshal!

I have never worked with Modera, but I know her past. The Archmage of Dalaran, a human, wanders among various forces. She has no awareness of being a human. She uses that kind of boring communication to gain status and power for herself.

When the Grand Marshal was young, she threw him on the fire to roast him."

"Blackhorn is neither a paladin nor a shaman. I can't communicate with my ancestors. I can only use anger, and I can't say much.

But in Hejiao's opinion, right and wrong are not that complicated! Every living being is selfish.

It doesn’t matter how big of an achievement it is!

His position is! He must sit on the side of his own people.

I know you want the Alliance to work with the Horde. Share Azeroth.

But I don't think so. Although the orcs have never fought against the tauren, they have slaughtered countless creatures in Azeroth. Humans, draenei, night elves, high elves. Which one is not their victim.

You could be selfless and keep Dalaran neutral, but I don't agree.

What we want is a leader who is responsible to us.

The Grand Marshal’s choice was right! He is a noble demigod. A demigod belongs to the whole world. But Taelan Fordring belongs to his wife, his subordinates!”

"You can't just watch your old friend die in a fel energy bomb. Can He just watch his old subordinates who have followed him for decades unable to return home?"

"Do you know how much damage He has endured? He is a demigod wherever he goes and can survive well. But He doesn't. He is always fighting."

He pointed at a human heavy infantryman who had lost a hand and said, "He is just a broken soldier. The armor and weapons on him are not as valuable as the ring on you.

But he had fought with the great lord for twenty years, and he had never run away. He always held up a broken shield and fought with his lord. He was worthy of Tyran to support the "Wall of Sighs" for him.

His wife and son are waiting for him at home. You are no more noble than him."

Khadgar regretted his words. He stopped talking. These Alliance warriors were no worse than the brothers who rushed into the Dark Portal.

But those are all mages, great mages. They are all valuable combat power and are more useful than these infantry.

Inertia made him tremble his lips and said: "Modra is no longer like that. Didn't she come here too? She has changed."

Blackhorn ignored him. He knew Khadgar was not a bad person. He had been through too many battles and his heart was hardened. But Taelan Fordring was not like that. He would never abandon his subordinates, no matter if they were a broken infantryman or a broken cow. Just like He, as a demigod, had always kept himself clean and given all his leisure time to a girl.

He is nostalgic!
Ado is not good at speaking, but he thinks he should tell everyone his thoughts:

“It’s so hard to be a good person, so no one wants to be a good person.”

His words didn't quite fit the situation.

"Because this bad guy did a good thing, it's called 'a prodigal son who returns is worth more than gold'."

"If a good person does good things all his life, and then suddenly does something bad, that is called 'losing one's integrity in old age!'"

"Mistakes are too easy to be forgiven, the truth is too easy to be hidden. Truth is too difficult to be proven. So our world is a mess!"

The sun began to set, and the moon became brighter and gentler. The overbearing holy light shone from the Vault of Aggramar, facing the fel cloud in the Tomb of Sargeras.

The entire battlefield fell silent. Both sides were waiting for the dawn. The fighting would continue, the blood would still flow. The difference was that one was trying to burn the world to ashes, while the other was trying to survive.

Life is so hard.

(End of this chapter)