Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1721 89. Who hasn't had a burning passion yet? Are you right, old Velen?

  Kil'jaeden said that he had betrayed the Legion. This truth made Velen, a prophet, feel a dark humor like a satire of fate.

  If he was a guy who was as bad-mouthed as Blake, this would definitely be a mockery of Kil'jaeden's choice.

   If you know this is the case today, then when Velen escaped, you should run with Velen, and the 25,000 years of dark struggle you saved will be in vain.

   Giving up at the starting line is much better than giving up before the finish line. Not only does it save you a run, but you can "love each other" with Velen for more than 20,000 years.

  You said, why is this necessary?

   Poor fraudster.

   Of course, the old prophet is not a rude person. His commanding ability is not to be mentioned, but in terms of personal morality, he is definitely a real perfect person.

   He wouldn't be sarcastic about Kil'jaeden at this time.

   As the brothers who once ruled Argus and led the eredar civilization together, Velen could definitely feel the sourness and pain in Kil'jaeden's heart at this time, as well as the desperate resistance that could not be concealed.

   As it said, it knew that after doing this, it had no hope of surviving, and it was truly benevolent to be able to end up with a corpse under the fury of the dark titan sword.

   But this guy's obsession is really heavy.

   Knowing that he was going to die, not only did he not run, but he put down all his burdens and ran to fight with Velen in the desperate land of his former hometown to have a life-and-death battle.

   maybe

   Maybe it's not about winning.

   It just wants to choose a desired way to die, in order to maintain the last desperate decency of a weather-beaten old man.

"boom"

  The golden warhammer condensed by the Holy Light was strengthened by the shining Toure Narudaobiao, like a battering ram, smashed **** Kil'jaeden's fel shield.

  The instant the scorching holy light collided with the violent fel energy, the aftermath of the halo of energy impact splashed all over the ruined battlefield and thumped in all directions.

   Any mortals who tried to support the Prophet or tried to sneak up on the deceiver would be blown away in an instant, and even the ground would be scraped three feet, and the ravines and cracks would wantonly destroy this piece of land that had endured too much despair.

  Whether it is a deceiver or a prophet, they all belong to the leader in the level of demigods.

   They have all embarked on the road close to each other's force field. Although they are not as outrageous as Black, they also have their own understanding of their own power.

   In such a battlefield where the two demigods are fighting for the ultimate confrontation, it is almost impossible for strangers to enter, even if it is only scratched by the aftermath, it is a dead end.

   Compared to Archimonde, the defiler who is obviously good at magic but insists on melee combat to show off his power, the usually unobtrusive fraudster maintains his style perfectly.

It was the vindicator commander of the Argus world before it fell. It was good at melee combat and also had its own experience in casting spells. After receiving the power of Sargeras, it did not have the same greedy desire as Archimonde. many.

   Kil'jaeden was always sober.

  It knows that its most powerful power is not the holy light or fel energy in its hands, but its own evil thinking that is superior to the vast majority of creatures in the stars.

   This is why the Dark Titans specially recruited the eredar for the development of the Burning Legion.

There are too many demons in the    Legion, and Sargeras is not worried that the demons are not strong enough. The Fel Force is so generous and responsive to all requests.

   But wise!

  The wisdom of the commanding force is the most scarce resource of the Legion.

The Deceiver is the perfect combination of intelligence and strength, which is why it is so popular with the Dark Titans, but unfortunately, Kil'jaeden is too smart, which has become a terrible thing for it after discovering the final mystery of the Legion. burden.

  Archimonde is immersed in destruction and power.

   The idiot never realized that the Burning Legion, which it was so proud of, was to Sargeras nothing but a sword for slaughtering and purifying the stars.

   After the last enemy falls, the sharpest sword has no meaning other than suicide.

   Fraudsters know this.

  This makes it very painful, which is probably the "curse of wisdom" in the legend.

"boom"

The claws entwined with scorching fel energy slashed fiercely on Velen's body, shattering the shield of the Holy Light and tearing open the prophet's robe in a low roar, leaving a filthy wound on his chest. .

Kil'jaeden chased after his victory, kicked Velen's chest with a muffled sound that broke the speed of sound in the flapping of his wings, and staggered the prophet's back and threw it at the prophet before Velen re-supported the shield of the Holy Light. A peculiar and strange spell was cast.

   The thing slammed into Velen's feet, like a bomb going off and releasing a terrifying fractured singularity.

   The power belonging to the space break caused Velen to lose his balance in an instant.

   was the same as being hit by Kael'thas's most proud "gravitational out-of-control" magic, pulling Velen into the air and enduring the collision and washing of space forces.

This is undoubtedly an extremely painful torment, and the heavy pressure on the mind is also interfering with the prophet's thinking. The deceiver laughs like a madman from the shadows to the back of Velen, and the evil claws sharp enough to break all things crisscross. Pulling down from the Prophet's back, it seemed to taste the beauty of wish-fulfillment in the blood.

   This made Kil'jaeden even more crazy to attack his former brother.

  It wants to repay ten times the pain Velen gave it, but it underestimated the old prophet. Kil'jaeden himself came here with a mortal heart to end his grievances, but why not Velen?

  The Prophet endured the pain that his body seemed to be torn apart, and at the moment when the fractured singularity created by Kil'jaeden dissipated, he turned around and threw the hot holy light into a shackle to precisely lock the deceiver who was attacking frantically.

He called the name of the Holy Light to gather the power of fiery justice on his left fist, and smashed the Thang Long Fist on the chin of the fraudster at close range. For example, the power added when the infuriating flow erupted, so that Master Zhu Taran in the crowd called him an expert.

   The head of Kil'jaeden from this punch was raised upwards, and his **** teeth flew out of his lips.

   Then, the hot sword of holy light erupted on the Naaru staff swayed by the prophet, like a beam of light of holy light reckoning of the holy knights of Lightcasting, falling from the sky.

   This trick, which Black stubbornly called "sun bombardment", was enough to purify a demon lord, and the scorching heat shrouded in pure holy light and pounding from all over the body almost burst the deceiver's body from the inside.

   It felt that the evil energy in its body was about to be ignited, and the blood all over its body was boiling, even a demon could not bear such severe pain.

"enough!"

   The deceiver roared and began to summon fel meteorites to indiscriminately bombard the entire ruins.

  The magic of this fel meteorite is different from the sporadic meteorites summoned by other demon lords.

   This fel energy spell, which Kil'jaeden named "Doomsday Battle", summoned a large meteorite that was enough to blow up the seat of the Triumvirate three times in one go, and smashed it to the ground with the dual power of fel energy and shadow.

   Not only has a powerful physical impact, but also comes with a magical collision that impacts the mind and thinking.

   In the past of the Deceiver's Star Wars, it used such magic more than once to destroy the capitals of different civilizations, and even caused the collapse of the continental shelf to destroy the world.

   But now it's just to escape from Velen's fiery shackles of Light.

When the Prophet was smashed by the meteorite and drove him to evade the defense and hold up the Holy Light Barrier to defend his followers and warriors, Kil'jaeden broke free from the shackles of the Holy Light, and his body was full of burns. It flapped its wings on the meteorite Fly into the sky in a falling doomsday background.

   Its demon horns are all interrupted by Velen, which will look very embarrassing.

   But in the air, it stared at Velen who would rather give up the victory and protect the weak with a kind of "hate iron is not steel" stare, and it roared viciously:

   "That's it! You will always be like this! Velen, you can give up yourself for others, and you can choose to carry all the heavy pressure alone to protect those good things.

   In Argus, in Draenor, even in Azeroth

   Such a sad and boring story is staged again and again, no matter what method I use to create despair for you, you will respond to my gushing malice with this **** protective desire.

   I was enchanted by it, but I was also devastated by it.

  Tell me, Velen.

  You are so generous in giving your blessings and protection to those who are so weak, but where are you when I need your help most?

  You abandoned me!

   You left me and our world with the Dark Titan!

  If you are a ruthless person, I will not blame you for this, but you are a saint, but you are unwilling to leave a trace of warmth to me.

  I'm going to destroy everything you've tried so hard to protect!

   As if I bewitched the orcs in Draenor and started the slaughter of the draenei, as if I raised your son to be a butcher to destroy your heart.

  I want you to bear my pain!

   Perhaps only in this way can you understand my hatred for you. "

   In such a frantic and angry roar, Kil'jaeden raised his claws in the air and began to condense a mass of shadow power that made Velen feel shocking.

   Those souls!

  The souls of those who perished under the ravages of the deceiver were drawn away and wailed miserably in the magical waves of the Great Demon, and they were mercilessly incorporated into the spell of destruction.

  The boiling darkness obscured Mac'Aree's light, shrouding the entire sky and earth in a desperate shadow.

  The Darkness of a Thousand Souls

  Kil'jaeden created the ultimate magic from the forbidden power endowed by Sargeras, and Archimonde's proud death finger seemed so unremarkable in front of this destruction magic.

  The deceiver is not just talking, it is really trying to destroy the warriors of Azeroth and Draenor who are being protected by the Holy Light of Velen at this time.

   No one can fight the deceiver's full blow at this distance.

   "Prophet, do something."

Behind Velen, the great knight Turalyon, who was dispatched by His Majesty Fao to support the battle, clenched his sword and shouted at Velen, while Alleria beside him held Thasdora with all her might Shoot an arrow at the deceiver.

  The galloping arrows of wind entwined behind the sharp arrows to form a storm that could shatter the city walls and ripped apart Kil'jaeden's shadow defenses. The blow left a **** wound to the big demon, but it didn't interrupt the Deceiver's magical gathering at all.

   That madman doesn't seem to feel the pain at all, and doesn't care at all about the various magics and weapons attacking him, only Velen remains in his eyes.

   It wants to defeat the prophet who made himself miserable and desperate.

   "No, Kil'jaeden! You fool!"

   Surrounded by the dim destruction magic, Velen roared:

   "I didn't leave you alone in Argus, and I never gave up on you! You accused me of betraying you but you didn't realize that you are a powerful person!

  You have enough strength and wisdom to meet all the challenges you encounter.

   But these people!

   Those who are protected by me have none!

  I choose to protect them not because they are more important than you in my eyes, but because I believe in you so much, and I see you as someone I can rely on.

  I believe that even after I fail, you will continue to do that protection by taking over my will.

It's my fault.

  I never realized that there is a sensitive and dependent soul hidden under your tough and powerful exterior. When you needed me most to support you, I chose to let you face the incoming darkness alone.

   I should encourage you.

  I should stand by your side and encourage you to fight against the darkness when Sargeras sends an invitation to Argus.

   That is the most regretful thing in my life!

   Kil'jaeden!

   It wasn't just the eredar who lost Argus, it wasn't just my people who lost their homeland, it wasn't just you who lost their faith.

   I also lost a lot.

   I lost my best brother, I lost my soulmate You have been telling about your pain, but have you ever imagined that I am in the same pain as you!

   But did I give up because of the pain of loss?

   Did I choose to surrender to the darkness because I lost my family and brothers and my people? You have always been stronger than me, and you should be stronger than me.

   But you didn't!

  You choose to blame me for your weaknesses and mistakes.

  You selfish ghost! ! "

   At the moment when Kil'jaeden's Darkness of a Thousand Souls was about to be completed, the prophet who already knew that he could not protect others with holy light gave up his asylum.

   He instead concentrated all the power of the Holy Light on the staff.

  He dashed towards Kil'jaeden against the aftermath of the surging shadows, and swiped the staff that was shining in the darkness like a warhammer into the darkness that was coming in front of him.

   A loud bang.

  The big impact created by the collision of light and darkness instantly razed the entire ruins to the ground, and those mortals were blasted to the sky and howled and fell, but strangely, the power of this explosion did not reach the level it should have.

   The collision with the full blow of the Prophet and the Deceiver should at least kill a third of the people present.

  In the dark storm, Turalyon, who activated the holy shield, threw away his great sword, opened his arms to hold General Alleria in his arms, and used his body as the beloved Ranger General to block all shocks.

   The holy light shining on him shattered in the last wave of shock, causing Turalyon to kneel on the ground with a pale face, and Alleria held him in his arms with his backhand.

   "Cough, I almost thought I was dead."

  The Great Knight smiled with difficulty, and Alleria returned a smile. The Ranger General raised his head and looked at the shattered earth where the light and darkness dissipated in front of him.

   she whispered:

   "We're lucky enough I sensed just now that the deceiver is getting weaker, and at the end of the magic it's no longer sustainable, I thought it was all lying to us.

   But what it says is true.

   It betrayed the Burning Legion.

   Sargeras just took back the power he gave it, eh? isn't it? Turalyon, are you sure you want to take out that ring you've been hiding for a long time under these circumstances?

   Do you think now is a good time? "

   In the face of General Ranger's complaints, the Great Knight shrugged and raised the ring in his hand tremblingly.

   He gasped and said:

   "Have you seen that light in the sky? The Holy Light is trembling, it is warning me.

   Aggramar is back.

   We may have no future to speak of, my goddess, just take pity on me, an old bachelor who is sheltered by the Holy Light. Let me not be alone when my fate ends, okay?

  This is my twenty-seventh marriage proposal and I think I've proved my sincerity"

   "No, the twenty-eighth time."

  Alleria angrily threw Turalyon on the ground, she pulled her green hood, and complained:

   "You forgot one more time, just when we were first. Heck! Who would propose right after something like that was over? My poor old bachelor, I'm not out of breath yet.

  You keep waiting.

   But this ring is beautiful, I saved it for you first. "

   (end of this chapter)