Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1328 78. As long as you accept your weakness, you are invincible

   "Puff"

   Prophet Velen fell to his knees on the ground covered with the holy light of purification. Behind him, the broken Naru Adar, who had just recovered some vitality, was screaming.

   It is not mourning its own pain, it is mourning the torment of Velen.

   This may be a more helpless farewell.

  As a creature of holy light, A'dal can clearly feel that the prophet's heart is breaking down. This old man has endured too much torment in the past 10,000 years.

   In particular, the horrific massacres suffered by the Draenei in the Draenor world over the past ten years have overwhelmed his seemingly tough mind.

  Blake said it well.

  The draenei have developed a character that is very good at "reflection" because of their past suffering, and Velen is one of them.

   He is a leader who is accustomed to taking all the pressure and guilt on himself. He has strong sympathy and empathy. He can feel the suffering of the people and can empathize with those disasters.

   Because of this, all the suffering the draenei suffered in this world was considered by Velen to be the result of his own cowardice.

   But to be fair and objective, Velen's character and decision did have an important influence in this matter, but it would be too extreme to blame him all.

   And the prophet, who was already living in pain, now "with his own hands" killed his son who had been separated for 25,000 years, which became the last straw that broke Velen.

All the previous failures of the dreadlords are paving the way for today's events, these cunning demons have insight into people's hearts, so they chose the most vicious way to brutally destroy the heart of Velen, so that the most powerful of the stars The priest willingly became the last **** in the plan of the endless expedition of Denathius the Great.

   I have to say, they did a great job.

  Everything is developing according to the plans of the dreadlords.

   "Nuri?"

   Velen looked at the eredar demon in his arms. It had only one last breath left. There were so many wounds on its body that the Prophet himself did not know how to heal it.

   He could only call his son's name with the saddest voice, calling again and again, and crying again and again.

   "Don't call me that"

   The eredar demon lord cursed with his last strength:

   "That name. It belongs only to mother. You, you are not worthy! Believe in your holy light and go. I will never forgive you! Kil'jaeden is coming soon

   Run.

   Like the one thing you've been doing best for countless years

   Run away like a coward."

   "I won't run away, I'm not going anywhere, I'm here with you, my son."

   The collapsed prophet tightly hugged the child in his arms.

   Even if he has changed beyond recognition, even if he has become a real demon, he has dedicated his brutality to the Legion for countless years and earned himself the title of "The Butcher".

   But Nuri Velen is not like the other demons.

   He didn’t become a demon because he worshipped the Dark Titan, nor did he join the legion because of the brutality and destruction in his heart, nor was he a lunatic who devoted everything to conquering.

   His goal has always been pure, just to meet his "father" today.

   "I always knew that Kil'jaeden was going to use me against you."

The    eredar felt death coming.

   He took the last moment to bid farewell to his broken father, his voice full of revenge and vengeance, and he roared:

"I do not care!

   Those lives that were destroyed by my own hands, those ruined worlds, those miserable wailing, I don't care! Velen! I am willing to be a demon sword that pierces your soul!

   I know doing this will make you experience all the pain that my mom and I had! you bastard! Look, you cried, how cowardly, did you cry when you abandoned us?

  Hehe, father, my dear father, this is my last gift to you. "

   "No, I asked someone I trust to pick you up, but he has already defected to the devil, I didn't abandon you, I really didn't"

   Velen explained incoherently.

   But the demon named Rakish was no longer heard.

   Its body dies, but its soul does not return to the Twisting Nether.

  Kil'jaeden clearly knew how to bring the most pain to Velen, and the ruthless deceiver had severed Rakish's connection to the Twisting Nether before this operation.

   Velen killed his own child with his own hands, and his child had no chance of resurrection.

   He will lose him forever.

   He will experience the pain of the day the deceiver lost his brother twenty-five thousand years ago, and he will experience everything the deceiver has gone through.

   Lakish could no longer hear Velen's explanation.

  The cold touch of death made his body full of fel energy tremble. When the last light in his eyes dimmed, he said in a voice only he and Velen could hear:

   "But I'm not happy. Seeing your tears I only feel sad. You abandoned us and I made myself a joke.

   Run.

  Father, run away

  I'm sorry for my mother asking me to protect you before she died. I can't do it. Mother is waiting for me in that world, and we will be waiting for you there too.

farewell. "

   Velen felt that the tangled and painful life in his arms was dissipating. As a priest, he felt Nouri's soul leaving the body.

If he has the same "spiritual vision" as Black, he will find that Green's little blue angel has appeared beside him. The little blue angel with white wings and golden mighty armor is about to Lead this complex dark soul to the world of the dead.

   But what was easy in the past is especially difficult today.

  Because there is a very evil magic blade in this temple that is constantly releasing the power to interfere with life and death.

   This made the little blue man Nagrian very uncomfortable. She tried her best to capture Nuri Velen's soul, but under the interference of the evil force, she couldn't do it at all.

   "You are not allowed to take him away!"

   Velen couldn't see the little blue angels.

   But he could feel a force tearing Nuri's soul.

  Once the soul is taken away, the child has no hope.

   But no matter how powerful the power of the material world is, it cannot affect the creatures in the shadow world. No matter how the prophet waved the holy light, he could not prevent the soul from leaving.

   Until, when he saw the remnant of the high priest Ishana who was knocked down and eaten by the undead not far away, the prophet suddenly woke up.

   "That sword!"

   Velen picked up his dead son and staggered towards the ruins of the Temple of Karabor behind him, the sword that could resurrect the dead, as long as he got it himself.

   As long as you have Frostmourne in your hand!

   Not only can he bring his son back to his side, but also the clansmen who have died and resurrected in front of them can also regain their senses.

   Most importantly, Kil'jaeden is coming!

   Deceivers are coming to destroy the world!

   He had to get that sword to be able to order all the undead here to follow him to deal with the demons of Kil'jaeden. This is the last contribution he can make to this world.

  Isana's dream was what it meant.

  The Prophet staggered towards the hall where Frostmourne was stored. When he entered there, the draenei undead who had just been resurrected by the Demon Blade were densely standing in front of him.

   Like the female draenei Yrel who was roaring for vengeance, they stood in front of the collapsed prophet, and they were obviously full of hatred for the leader who had failed them.

   "I want to get that sword!"

  Velen hugged his bleeding son, his robes were stained with dirty demon blood, he shouted with disheveled hair, the draenei leader's mark on his forehead was shaky and nearly extinguished.

   Even the holy light within the body is dissipating with a groan.

   But the Prophet no longer cared about that.

   He shouted to the undead blocking the road in front of him:

   "I'm going to get Frostmourne, I'm going to save my children, and I'm going to use it to lead you against the devil. I'm sorry folks, but my weakness killed you.

   But I heard your resentment, heard your dissatisfaction, heard your roar, I will lead you, we fight! We are not running away!

  We fight

Step aside!

  Please, get out of the way! "

  The undead who were resurrected by the magic blade miraculously possessed the sanity of their lives.

   They looked at me and I looked at you, but they did not make way for the Prophet. Velen clenched the blood-stained staff in his hand. He had already seen the ice-blue magic blade suspended in the center of the hall.

   The sword seemed to speak to him.

  The sword let him see the scene where he, as the Lich King, ordered the undead army to fight against the demons, and the sword let him see Nuri, who was beside him fighting with him.

   That sword also let him see his counterattack in Argus, and let him see his soul encounter with his wife.

  That sword satisfied all the desires of the prophet at this moment.

   is like a whisper from the abyss, tempting the broken-hearted Velen into his destiny.

"Step aside!"

   A scolding came from behind, and the prophet and other undead who were about to open the passage by force looked back. The female undead named Yrel dragged her body burned by the holy light.

   Her eyes shone with blood-red soul fire, and she said to her undead compatriots in a hoarse voice:

   "Give him a chance, a chance to pay for all his sins and be a good leader, we need a leader to lead us, brothers and sisters.

   The Frostmourne that wakes us up needs a master. "

   In the dead silence, the undead of the Draenei in front of them all made way for the Prophet to make way for the Demon Sword Altar, and Yrel walked to the Prophet.

   This girl, who was only a disciple of the Holy Light, still has traces of torture before her death. The traces are shocking. She must have died in extreme pain.

   Those scars all over the body are the "last memorial" left by the orc destroyers for her.

   "Go! Pick up that sword!"

   Yrel indifferent to himself, the prophet who had great respect and obedience said:

   "You have let your people down once, and this is your last chance to prove yourself, Prophet, and we will follow you to the death as always.

   But this time, we will throw away all our weakness.

   Those who have hurt us, those who tried to hurt us, we will no longer be merciful.

   Lead us, Velen.

   Become the draenei's vengeful god. "

  The Prophet nodded silently.

   He was holding his dead son, and under the indifferent and deadly gazes of all the undead, he walked step by step to the magic sword altar in front of him.

The runes of dominance engraved on the ice-blue sword are shining, and the final mystery from the shadow world and the birth of all things is cheering, and those runes even break away from the sword, like a fantastic light curtain around the devil. The sword spins.

   It is longing to be held by a powerful soul.

   It is longing for the world and the endless slaughter among the stars.

   It is eager to destroy the fragile balance of life and death among the stars, and completely unbalance the six forces, thus ushering in a new era of annihilation.

   That's the only reason it was made, and the only mission it exists here.

  What demons, what mortals, what Void Lords, what Burning Legion, all seemingly powerful beings are just pawns in a conspiracy that has been opened since the birth of the universe.

   And now, this conspiracy is finally going to the last step.

   Frostmourne is honored to be the key to tearing apart the old era and opening the new era. For a weapon, this is simply a great honor.

   It just hovered over the altar.

   presents his own evil and darkness in front of the sword bearer with an undisguised attitude. The sheep-headed demon skeleton is dotted on the sword grid, and the interlaced demon horns are surrounded by a delicate and depraved decoration.

   And on both sides of the gauntlet, skeleton teeth were shaped with amazing techniques, and the double-sided sharp blades with serrations and curved shapes exuded a cold light.

   It is not forged in metal.

  The ice that forged it doesn't even exist in the material world. It comes from the shadow world, the coldest material in that world of death. It is an extreme embodiment of the concept of "death".

  The Prophet stood in front of the magic blade holding Nouri's body, his cloudy eyes saw the sword in front of him, and the Redeemer Staff in his hand slipped at this moment.

   He stretched out his hand towards it.

   Adal's wailing echoed in the Prophet's ears, as if he was trying his best to persuade Velen not to do it.

   In the face of this dissuasion from the Holy Light, the Prophet asked in a hoarse voice:

   "Can you save him? Can you save the world?"

   This question of hitting the soul made Adal silent.

  After all, there are things that the Holy Light cannot do.

   The light in Velen's eyes dimmed even more.

   He sighed, stretched out his hand and clasped the hilt of the magic sword spinning in front of him, just as he was about to touch the sword, a scorching flame exploded behind him.

   almost blasted the undead out, but did not harm their bodies and awakened souls.

   The breathless Hisari Crow appeared in the firelight, and she shouted:

   "No! Velen! There is another way!"

"Um?"

   The Prophet looked back at the archdruid from Azeroth, who shouted:

   "Trust me, I can save your son! I can resurrect him! I'm not kidding, and the world. It will survive! That man has everything arranged.

You believe me.

   Don't touch that **** sword!

   Stay away from it!

   What you will hold is not courage and redemption at all, but the surrender of you and all the draenei to give up hope and bow down to evil and darkness!

   That's what Kil'jaeden wanted to see

   Heck!

   The fraudsters are toying with you like Blake is playing with the other chops!

  Almost immortality, don't you even understand that?

asshole!

  You are a prophet!

   Stay away from your weakness! "

   (end of this chapter)