Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1327 77

   Velen's combat power has always been a mystery.

  Because this kind-hearted old prophet has almost never fought with all his strength in the past 25,000 years of fugitive life, he is essentially a priest who hates fighting and is good at healing.

   Ninety-nine percent of the characters in the scenes where he appears are healers.

   But from the extraordinary combat effectiveness shown by the group of fanatics of the Holy Light Church in many human wars, in many cases, the fields of "healing" and "combat" are not in conflict.

   The Light is benevolent, yes, but the Light also has its moments of wrath.

   like now

   Under the shocked gazes of Black and Hisaly, the two melon-eating and forced-eating groups, the old prophet Velen, who rushed all the way to the side of Adal who was beaten, erupted with terrifying fighting power.

Facing the crimson fel mecha that looked like a giant in front of him, the Prophet raised his hand to strike the holy light smite that priests would use. harm.

   is even simpler than the principle of fireball by mages.

   But the damage, in general, is nothing.

   is basically the scratching that priests do when they are like desperate kittens.

   However, the Holy Light Smite that Velen played under the protection and anger was not like this. The misery of his old friend Adal filled Velen with a rare anger in his heart.

   At the moment when the Prophet shot in anger, a golden beam of light like the "Holy Light Railgun" fell from the sky.

   is very much like the compression explosion of a small sun.

At the moment when the sturdy and brutal magic mecha was blasted, the devil crown shaped on the head of this evil weapon forged with magic steel was completely melted. The shock power attached to its magic made the huge and heavy evil energy The mecha retreated again and again.

   "Can he fight like that?"

   Miss Black Crow, who was passively eating melon, was stunned. She turned to look at Blake who was drinking and said:

   "Didn't you say that prophets rarely fight because they are not good at fighting?"

   "You said Velen was not good at fighting? Hahahaha."

  Blake hugged his stomach and smiled, leaning back and forth. He exaggeratedly said:

   "This is the second funniest joke I've heard this year, after Little Xingxing's stupid remark at White Tiger Temple that Lady Chi-Ji is so pretty. I'll just put it this way, Velen is a very powerful priest.

   He was really hard to get angry.

   But if you provoke him, the King of the Forest and Tyrande can't save you.

  This old draenei is a ruthless character who can rank in the top 20 in combat power among the stars. He is just too kind and believes in fate, so he created the kindness that is not good at fighting in front of him.

You don't use your little brain that is about to rust after you leave me, think about it, if Velen is really a coward, where did he get the courage and strength to take a group of exiles who have lost everything to hide among the stars for 25,000 years ?

   Do you really think that the fleet of demons that has destroyed countless worlds is for nothing? "

   "So this is a battle to win?"

   Hisari Black Crow pouted and said anxiously:

   "You already expected the result, what else is there to see in this battle? Let's go, the hand of Gul'dan really can't delay, once the demon destroys the elemental awakening ceremony, the world of Draenor will be over.

   How big is your heart to let you eat melons and watch dramas so easily at this time! "

   "Be quiet, you're annoying me."

  Black glared at the irritable Miss Black Crow and said:

   "You don't have much skill, and your voice is not small, so sit here obediently! Otherwise, I'll feed you bugs."

   As soon as the pirate's voice fell, Velen's aura burst again, and this time he treated the vicious demon in front of him was not as merciful as the draenei undead.

   The eruption of the Holy Light Waterfall was full of Holy Light's purifying will, and its scorching power made Blake raise his hands and cover his eyes. It is no exaggeration to say that the scene was like the explosion of a Holy Light nuclear bomb.

  In the terrifying battlefield completely filled with holy light, the scarlet magic mecha even began to "melt", and the evil weapons specially designed to destroy the naaru were overloaded one by one.

   Amid the harsh explosions and the scorching bombardment of the Holy Light, this destruction machine built by the demon engineer Kingaroth himself came to the brink of collapse in just a few minutes of battle.

   This kind of terrifying combat power made Black Crow instantly believe Black's statement, Velen was really scary when he was angry.

  This is probably why people often say, don’t mess with honest people?

   "This is the answer of the Light to your dark will! Demon."

Velen watched the magic mecha in front of him melt, peel off, explode, and collapse. He did not pursue the victory, but just left a word indifferently, and didn't even care about Ai Rui who was struggling to climb out of the mecha. Up to the Demon Lord.

   He turned around and called for the Holy Light to descend to purify the fel pollution that was tormenting A'dal, and then poured his powerful Holy Light energy into the weak Naaru.

   In order to help the coalition forge the ring, Adal entered the weakest posture, and was shattered by half of his body during the brutal bombardment by the magic mecha.

   This makes this creation of the Holy Light look extremely miserable now.

   But its sacrifice is meaningful. The forged rings have been delivered to their masters. Perhaps soon, the destructive offensive launched by the demons today will be curbed.

  Victory is not out of reach.

   "It's coming, it's coming."

  Blake rubbed his hands excitedly and stared wide-eyed at the dusty battlefield in front of him. His excited and evil attitude made Miss Black Crow unable to help but look at the dissipating holy light ahead.

   She really rarely sees a stinky pirate so looking forward to something happening.

   So, what the **** is this **** expecting?

   Miss Black Crow is really like persuading herself not to pay attention to those strange things, but under the dark influence of Black, she also begins to feel a sense of guilt, looking forward to what is about to happen.

   "Maybe I should cover your eyes."

   The smelly pirate took a sip of wine and spit out:

   "The next thing is not something a young girl should watch, at least with her parents. Well, look, dear Rakish crawled out of its junk heap.

   This pile of scrap iron should be sold to Old Garni for a lot of money. "

   "Yes yes, I love this weird alien junk."

  The pirate just finished speaking, and in the smoke, the old Gani who shook his head appeared beside him.

With the resting posture of a slender-jawed dragon lying down, he stared with round eyes and looked forward. He also used his flexible tail to steal the fried melon seeds from Miss Black Crow's arms and threw them into his mouth full of sharp rasps. of clack.

   "Shut up! Don't talk, look carefully."

   Black scolded.

  While the trio of melon eaters watched, Velen, who was healing Adal's injury, also felt movement behind him.

   He glanced back, and the pilot of the magic mecha, an unrecognizable eredar demon burned by the Holy Light was crawling towards him.

  The guy's leg was broken, and his body was covered with wounds before his mecha exploded. He would be crawling on the holy ground full of holy light, and his whole body would be scalded and chapped.

   But even so, the guy was still dragging a melted battle axe, roaring like a beast, and crawling towards Velen.

   His blind eye was full of terrible hatred.

   That is a look that rarely appears in the eyes of demons. These violent creatures yearn for destruction. They really enjoy the pleasure of darkness.

   Rarely do they hate a life so much.

   "Velen! Are you so willing to give your all to those **** naaru, you old dog?"

  The demon wailed and cursed in a hoarse and miserable voice:

   "What poison did those tangrams pour into your dirty heart? Turn the once wise you into their loyal dog? What did your Holy Light promise you?

   Let you give up your world and your loved ones so willingly"

   "You won't understand the place of the Holy Light in my heart, devil, you thugs who advocate destruction can't understand the beauty, and you can't understand the price and determination that good people will pay to protect the beautiful."

  The Prophet did not make up for this demon.

   He knew this guy was going to live soon.

   The pure holy light he smashed out just now has the power of purification, and its lethality to chaotic creatures such as demons is explosive. The cleansing power of the Light has penetrated the body of this strange eredar demon, and its death is only a matter of time.

   But its soul will return to the Twisting Nether, continuing to serve its dark master.

   Demons cannot be killed unless they can completely destroy the twisted void born in fel energy, but fel energy is one of the six forces of the universe, who can do such a thing?

   "Hehe, what a righteous speech, what a disgusting hypocrisy!

   Twenty-five thousand years ago, was this how you persuaded yourself to give up your wife and son and embark on the path of exile under the guidance of your 'Holy Light'? "

  The demon was getting weaker and weaker, but it did not give up climbing forward. It dropped the heavy battle axe, and while climbing, said:

   "You say you are willing to give everything for good things, so in your heart, aren't you loving your wife deeply and expecting you to save his son in disasters, aren't those good things that need to be protected?

   Is this your true attitude towards your family and loved ones in your heart?

   Hehe, Kil'jaeden is right, you are a heartless bastard, Velen, the false light has transformed you into something uglier than the devil!

   The brighter the light in you, the darker your soul is. "

   "Kil'jaeden?"

   Velen felt bad the moment he heard the name.

   He looked back at the eredar demon with only one breath left, and he finally saw its face, claw marks, fel cracks and herpes.

This.

   Isn't this the eredar in the prophecy that he saw?

  It's just a legendary demon lord like this, it's impossible for Kil'jaeden to come into contact with Kil'jaeden, why can it repeat Kil'jaeden's evaluation of himself, and the family he has been talking about.

  Is it

   The prophet's fingers trembled.

   At this fatal moment, the miserable high priest Ishana rushed out of the ruins of the Exodar spaceship dragging her broken leg and leaning on her staff with blood on her face.

   When he saw the confrontation between the Prophet and the dying eredar demon, there was a glimmer of triumph and triumph in the eyes of the miserable high priest.

   Then, she panicked and shouted:

   "No! Velen! Don't kill it! Don't you recognize it? That's your son! Nouri is dying, killed by your father himself.

Do not! Don't despair, Velen.

   You can still save him, that sword!

   is inside, that sword! "

   After shouting this sentence, High Priest Ishana was "submerged" by the undead who rushed up around him, just like the curtain call actor who finished the last line, he was very dedicated and left the stage in a miserable way.

   "Boom"

   was like a blast of thunder in the prophet's soul.

   Let always strive to maintain kindness and peace, and lead the clan to stumble forward with the wisdom to see through fate, like a fire bearer in the dark, standing still, Velen, who is always advancing, collapsed instantly.

  What wisdom, what reason, what salvation.

  All concepts collapsed in front of this cruel fact, and the prophet could even hear the shattering sound coming from his own soul.

   A terrible void is torn open, a hopelessness that will never be filled.

   "Little master, what happened over there?"

   Xal'atas screamed in the ears of the pirates, and she said:

   "I felt that a powerful and seductive soul was collapsing, a flesh-and-blood entity that would allow me to instantly obtain all the power of the ancient Venerable!

   He was so delicious!

  I'm going to capture his will! It's really easy"

   "No!"

  Blake snorted, seeing the scene he wanted to see, so contented, he stood up, took a step back, and sneaked into the shadows behind Old Gani and Miss Black Crow, who were as sluggish as being struck by lightning.

   He said to the eager Xal'atas:

   "Such an old soul is not suitable for you, he is still a man, be good, bear with it, I will find something better for you."

   After finishing speaking, the pirate completely disappeared in the ruins that were all silent at this time. Before leaving, he said to Hisari Black Crow:

   "I'll leave it to you next."

"Um?"

   Miss Black Crow was instantly shocked, she screamed:

   "How am I supposed to save a broken father who killed his child with his own hands? I'm not a god!"

   "No, you are."

  The pirate chuckled and said:

"I gave you all the costumes to play the 'God of Redemption' a long time ago, don't you think I'm heartless? Black Crow, the chance for the survival of the entire Draenor world now rests on your shoulders .

  You can also feel my usual stress.

  This will probably make you less sarcastic in front of me in the future.

   Go.

  Even magical girl with long burning hair who has made a contract with me, use your little brain to save the world. "

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   "Clap clap"

   In the shadows in front of the gate of Karabor Temple, Blake looked at the dread witch Jin Tessa who came out of the Shadow Gate with a proud face.

   He gave him a round of applause and said:

   "What a wonderful performance! Your wickedness and humiliation shocked me, and I no longer doubt the ability of the dreadlords to play with their minds.

  The Great Emperor has a bunch of **** to help him, so why not worry about his great cause. "

   "Oh, I'm in a good mood today, so let's take your words as a compliment."

   The blood-colored wings of the Jintasha activist with **** tears in the corners of his eyes, the queen of the Nathrezim arrogantly looked at her "competitors" and said:

   "Velen's fall is doomed, our rivalry is Nathrezim victory, Black Shaw, remember your promise.

  From today onwards, you are my adjutant when serving the great emperor. You are much more useful than my incompetent subordinates. Do you need me to help you transform into a pure stone-born body? "

   "Uh, it's not time to settle the victory or defeat, right?"

  The pirate rubbed his chin and said:

   "Isn't this the last ride? It will take time for Velen to pick up Frostmourne. I think I can save it."

   "Impossible! It's over."

  Kin Tessa sneered sarcastically and said:

   "In this situation, even if the Holy Light comes in person, don't try to save Velen, who is mentally broken. His fate is already doomed! You are just looking forward to a future that will never happen."

   "Uh, you can treat me as a dead duck, and I have to revise our contract. If you win, I am willing to kneel down and be a dog for you, lick your shoes, and call you master.

   Use me however you want. "

   Pirate shrugged and said:

   "But in case, I mean in case, in case I win, you have to leave the Council of Fear and become my contract demon!"

   "You're crazy."

  Kin Tessa sneered, and raised Blake's chin with a very frivolous deep finger, she said:

   "Okay, since you are courting death yourself, why should I refuse? When you lick my toes, I will bring you the most beautiful dog leash among the stars and prepare you the warmest kennel.

  I will take you out and show you the bigger world.

  I will treat you well, my dear terrier Blake. "

   (end of this chapter)