Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1329 79. Is this all in your plan, Black? -Happy Labor Day【13】

Hisari Black Crow was surrounded by a group of draenei undead. In this dark and cold hall, nearly a thousand pairs of indifferent eyes burning with the fire of the soul were watching her, making the Great Druid feel very uncomfortable. Comfortable.

   The place where so many undead gathered has been covered with a chill that can reach the bottom of my heart. Coupled with the existence of the cursed magic sword Frostmourne, the hall is covered with white death frost.

   seemed to sense the discomfort in Miss Black Crow's heart, and the flames from the Sulfuras fire suddenly rose up, wrapping Miss Black Crow and dispelling the chill around her.

  The flaming flames turned into small flying fire eagles flying in all directions, forming a warm enchantment around the black crow to isolate the undead's cold erosion.

   As the Prophet watched, the Arch Druid took an exquisite pandaren-style crystal bottle from his luggage and held it high.

   Under the reflection of the flames in his hands, the water in the bottle shone strangely.

   "I just figured it out just now."

   Hisari shouted to the prophet holding Nuri Velen's body:

   "A long time ago, when the man gave me this bottle of youthful spring water as a joke, he said that it could be used for salvation, but it was clearly evil.

   I thought about burying it somewhere no one could find it, but I ended up keeping it.

   It turns out that my trust in him was correct!

  Today, now, when it should work, if all this is a game, then I am the best card he has played!

  Come, Velen, I will take you to save your son.

   You don't have to embrace the darkness, you don't have to pray to the evil, and you don't have to entrust the future and all hope of yourself and your clan to that magic sword, which is not a good thing at first sight!

   He left this thing as his last blessing to good people.

   Anyway, stay away from that sword! "

"enough!"

Hisari's sudden disruption made the draenei undead who were expecting a leader to lead their revenge extremely angry. As the first undead resurrected by Frostmourne in Karabor Temple, the former Holy Light Tu Yrel roared at Hisari Black Crow:

   "Get out! Outsider, it's none of your business here!"

   Under her scolding, a large number of draenei undead rushed towards Miss Black Crow, wanting to kill her, and then be resurrected by the magic sword like them.

  As the instinct of the uncontrolled dead, they hate all living beings, especially those with such fresh vitality, like a lamp in the dark, attracting all the undead to project malice towards her.

   But Miss Hisari is not afraid of the dead at all.

   "In the name of the fire of Sulfuras, in the name of the fire of purity and goodness, in the name of the fire of new life and passion, step back! Dead!

  You are not allowed to step into this realm of life! "

  The rebirth and enthusiasm from the flames filled her with courage when facing the cold dead, the flaming scythe was raised high, and the power of the primordial fire erupted in the hands of the archdruid.

   As the dancing war sickle was hit on the ground, fiery red flames erupted in front of the great Druid's feet.

   In the ascension of light that spreads in a circle and blooms like flames, the dancing dazzling flames emit the neighs of fire eagles and phoenixes, and all the undead who are pounced on the black crows are forced to retreat.

  These cursed beings born of death and despair covered their eyes one by one, hunched their bodies and let out a miserable wailing, the flames did not harm them.

   But like snowmen walking into the sun, their skin flutters like fiery ashes.

   The druid uniform and cloak on her body were also burnt away in the blink of an eye, revealing the battle armor she made by herself after being blessed by the flames.

   Those robes that seemed to be ignited by flames, the shawl of fire feathers shining on her shoulders, and the crown of fire formed by the flames on the burning long hair made her look full of majesty.

   There are flaming face lines on her cheeks, her eyes are like embers that have not been extinguished when they are burnt out, and the scorching aura of swirling flames surrounds her. Every move has flames lingering on her skin and fingers.

   makes her look more like a half-elemental creature than pure flesh.

   This is the true form of the Flame Druid.

   "Don't hurt them!"

   The Prophet's cloudy eyes also seemed to be illuminated by the light in front of him, and he shouted:

   "They are still our people, they are just aroused by this sword to the darkness in their hearts, they are buried in pain, it is not their fault."

   "I didn't say they were wrong! Prophet."

  The Arch Druid shook his head and said:

   "Every beast herd needs a beastmaster to lead them. They are helpless after returning from a dead world. It is understandable that they hope that their former leader will lead them.

   but not you.

   Those draenei still need you!

  Think about it, without your leadership, where would those fresh lives go? "

   She looked at the deceased around her who were disgusted with her.

   Black Crow was silent for a moment, then whispered:

   "As for you awakened dead, don't you realize that you are also a tool used by the deceiver Kil'jaeden to harm your leader?

   I heard that man analyze your story for me.

When you fell into this world more than 200 years ago, you were discovered by the agents of the deceiver. You, who had continued to flee, chose to live in Draenor, and for more than ten years you have forgotten your back. your pursuers, and make this unsafe world your new home.

  You live here with peace of mind, forgetting the demonic threats that are at your fingertips, completely abandoning the vigilance you cultivated while fleeing, and acting as if no demons have ever chased you among the stars.

   Is this normal?

   Kil'jaeden has been toying with you!

   The wrathful fraudster knows what it takes to make you suffer the most painful end, and it has spent two hundred years perfecting its vicious plan, all for today.

   It came close.

   Your prophet almost fell into darkness and could not extricate himself, and you, too, almost buried the last hope of the entire draenei with your own hands.

   That sword was sent by the devil!

   Are you crazy? to let your prophets touch it? "

   Hisari Crow put away the flaming scythe, and she said to the undead in front of these undead in a sarcastic tone like Blake:

   "You can certainly push all the calamities of the past on Lord Velen's weakness, put yourself in the position of a perfect victim, and justifiably long for an equally ugly revenge.

   But you cannot fool yourselves.

   The decision to stay in Draenor was made by all the draenei together!

   The decision to live in peace with the orcs is also yours!

   is that you have put yourself into the trap of the deceiver step by step.

Black has told me that for a long time after you fell on Draenor, Velen completely lost his ability to see the future, he couldn't see what was going to happen in the future, he could only stay in Draenor according to the wishes of the people Life.

   This blood debt can't be blamed on him!

   He is only your leader, not your parent

   It’s really a bunch of spoiled bear children. The decisions they make must learn to bear the cost themselves, instead of blaming everything on others.

   But I don't mean to rebuke you either. "

  The Arch Druid took a step back. She raised the fountain of youth in her hand and said to the Prophet and the undead beside him:

   "I'm just here to convey to you what Black Prophet Blake Shaw wanted to say but didn't say, you can't be so selfish! The undead can't selfishly take away the hope of the living.

   And Prophet, you can't selfishly abandon your responsibilities and missions here, and let your tired soul slip into the abyss.

  You can't lie flat and rotten!

   There are so many draenei counting on you, and just outside this temple, there are warriors from our world fighting for your world!

   You can't die now! "

"I"

   Velen felt ashamed.

   Maybe it’s because I saw another hope to save the child, maybe because the moment of mental breakdown has passed, and reason is returning. After surviving the darkest valley, persevering is going uphill.

   He looked back at the magic sword hovering behind him, and then at the great Druid standing in the bright flames, holding up the fountain of youth.

   A wave of shame rose in the prophet's heart.

what happened to him?

  Why did you have that terrible thought just now? At that moment, I actually wanted to give up the Holy Light. God, this kind of thought is terrible.

certainly.

   The Prophet did not notice that there was another force in his compensated mind that was quickly withdrawing.

   "Well done, little girl."

   Xal'atath's sarcastic voice dissipated in Hisari Crow's ears, and she said:

   "Keep working hard, and if it goes on like this, you'll be one of us poor women too. What's so good about Blake Shaw? Let you all come up like moths to a flame.

   In addition, from now on, you are the common enemy of all dreadlords, because of you, they have suffered an unprecedented shame.

  Be careful, Nathrezim won't let you go. "

   As soon as Xalatas's voice fell, three or four black shadows were thrown out of the undead group over there, rushing towards the black crow with a fierce attitude, trying to take away the water bottle in her hand.

   There were two other guys who rushed towards Velen, to press the hand of the sober Prophet on the magic sword.

   That frantic gesture is very similar to the old saying

   Negotiations failed, prepare to attack!

   And this sudden change caught the draenei undead headed by Yrel by surprise, and they immediately realized that what the Great Druid said was right.

   They are just one part of the conspiracy against the Prophet today.

  They were played!

   "Get out!"

   Velen roared and raised his left hand high, and the dazzling holy light burst out from the prophet who had recovered his heart again. A layer of golden enchantment opened outside his body, blocking the dread demon king who rushed over from his body.

   The Hisari side is more troublesome.

   In terms of absolute strength, the Great Druid is not as powerful as the Prophet.

   She was harassed by the harassment of several dreadlords. During the battle of transforming into a flaming giant bear, she was slapped by a dreadlord's paw, and the water bottle in her hand flew out.

"Do not!"

  Hisari's eyes widened, and she wanted to transform into a falcon and rush into the water bottle in the air. That thing was the only way to solve the prophet's "family problem" at the moment. Once it was lost, it would be over.

"Ha ha ha ha"

   A dreadlord sneered and grabbed the bottle in the air, slamming it to the ground.

  , Velen will become Frostmourne's sword-bearer today, whether he wants it or not, the Great Emperor's great plan cannot be allowed to fail!

"boom"

   The shattered bottle that should have been dropped was caught by a petite figure who jumped out of the crowd, preventing the demise of the Fountain of Youth.

  The female undead Yrel, who was covered with scars, got up from the ground, and the undead beside her fought with the dread lords to protect her.

   The scene suddenly became chaotic.

   Under the complicated gaze of the prophet's eyes, Yrel silently handed him the bottle in his hand, and the blood-red soul fire eyes were still full of indifference and disgust.

   she said hoarsely:

   "You've let us down again, Prophet, get out with your son and go back to the world of the living. It turns out you're not the kind of leader we want."

   "But you are, child."

  The Prophet took the water bottle and said to Yrel:

   "You don't have to ask anyone to lead you, you should choose your own leader

  I remember you, little Yrel, you are an apprentice from the Temple of Karabor, from the village of Empori, you are a genius who is truly blessed by the Holy Light, and Archbishop Akama has mentioned you to me more than once.

   On that day, it was we who invited you and your family to the Temple of Karabor for the upcoming summer festival, and there was a young girl who was always with you, and that should be your sister or sister.

   Her name is Samara.

  When the orcs attacked the temple of Karabor, you were also the first to respond to the call of the vigilante and climbed the city wall. No wonder they believed you so much, and you showed a unique leadership temperament when you suffered disasters.

   Go.

  Like Lord Ravencrest leading the dead elves to battle, let's lead our people.

   Even if the Holy Light no longer favors you, I will still bless you. "

Velen took out the mark of enlightenment in his arms, and put his hand on Yrel's head in the next moment, a strange force emerged from the mark of enlightenment and condensed a similar but different shape leader mark on Yrel's forehead. .

   This mark is not just a symbol of the leader of civilization.

   It was the seal of the leader of the three-member Triumvirate when the Argus civilization flourished, and Kil'jaeden and Archimonde voluntarily gave it up. Now, with the help of the Mark of Enlightenment that once belonged to Archimonde, the Prophet bestowed the new Mark of the Leader on the female undead in front of him.

   represents Velen's recognition of her as the new "consul".

   The Prophet whispered:

   "We are destined to meet on the battlefield, Yrel, we draenei will not flee again, and if we do not fight, there will never be a new home for us among these stars.

  Sorry, I just realized this at this time. "

   "Hey! When are you going to chat? Is it time to chat?"

   Besieged by several dreadlords, the wounded archdruid screamed:

"Velun! Twist open that bottle of water, give your son half of the water, and then find a demon to pour the rest into it! Don't drink it by yourself, once the life force full of holy light in your body is transferred, it will take away your The devil's son was burned to ashes in an instant.

   Must be a demon! "

   "Demon?"

   Velen turned his head to look at the dreadlord in front of him who had been attacking his Holy Light Barrier.

  The latter also realized that the problem was wrong. After looking at the prophet, he quaked and was about to run away, but as soon as he started, the chain of holy light extending from his feet trapped it in place.

  Behind the hapless dreadlord, the prophet twisted the water bottle and poured half of the spring water into his son's mouth, then violently pulled the dreadlord over by his neck, and poured the remaining half of the spring water into its mouth.

   The life force full of fel energy is shifting.

While watching this scene, the little blue woman angel of Greene with thin waist and long legs, who was full of melons and watched a play, was stunned. Restored the breath of life.

   That's really bad!

   This means that she will be back on hand again today!

   Heck, how many times is this?

   Think about it carefully, but in every death related to that stinky pirate Blake Shaw, she returned empty-handed every time.

   How can it go on like this!

   If it goes on like this, she will be laughed at by her colleagues who are promoted to the fortress. She is a saint!

   (end of this chapter)