Azeroth’s Death Track

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"I have locked the coordinates of Chaldean and Illidan!"

After a main gun fire from the Holy Light Adjudicator cleared the demon offensive on the ground battlefield of Borean Tundra, the light-cast hoof sister Fariya was on the light curtain in front of the light battleship Zenidal’s console. The image of Illidan Stormrage and Light Casting Chaldean Morgan has been captured by the spacecraft's information collector. Only need to give the command to send, these two guys can be sent to the spaceship Zenidar On the bridge.

The mission of the Legion of Light to Azeroth will also be completed.

But when Turalyon was about to start the Qianyue Bridge, Zara, the mother of the light suspended in the hall of Zenidal Bridge, suddenly stopped him.

"No, Turalyon!"

The sound of the light spirit resounding like the hymn rang between the flashes of holy light, and Zara’s voice turned all the warriors of light on the bridge back to look at the mother of light, which was like crystal The fluttering body slowly rotates in the air, as if thinking of certain problems.

"I saw...If we leave this way, the draenei city of Shattar will suffer a terrible ending. There is a complicated conspiracy behind this sudden demon war, maybe we can't just sit and watch this city. Destruction, the fate of several important people gather here, the city must persevere... This is the will of the Holy Light."

Zela's voice became low at the moment, and it seemed to be full of certain determination and determination:

"Go to the ground! Turalyon, Faria and Tramon, take all the warriors of the Legion of Light to the ground to help the draenei and Azeroth's coalition fight the demon! I will stay in Zenidar On the number, as your backup reinforcements, go! Children, may the light bless you!"

The sudden command of the Mother of Light has puzzled several commanders. This is not like what Zela will do. The Naru who believes in fate rarely chooses to intervene when facing the choice of fate. Used to maintain the trajectory of destiny.

Sensitive, Tulayan, he seems to feel from Zela's tone that something is about to happen, but Zela seems unwilling to tell them.

In front of the podium of Zenidal, the light curtain reflecting the battlefield picture below, the demon army that had just been swept by the main gun gathered again, and began another round towards the draenei city. Offensive, the distorted shouts came from the light curtain, and the demonic tide that seemed to sweep all over the ground and the gate of the legion of the sky were outlined in this Arctic wilderness of Azeroth A doomsday scene.

"Zela, we really want..."

Captain Faria stepped forward, and the Holy Lighthoof asked in a low voice:

"Are we really going to intervene in this war? Didn't you say that behind this demon invasion is the node of the fate of Prophet Velen, can't we intervene?"

"The fate of Velen has already begun, right in this city, my children, you must not intervene, but this war, the war of Azeroth, the war of this world is also extremely important, I let you Participating in it has a special meaning. Maybe you don’t understand it now, but it doesn’t matter, you will understand it sooner or later, go! Don’t ask more.”

There was a trace of dignity in the voice of the Mother of Light, so that a slightly impersonal answer made several commanders look at each other, but Zela, as the spiritual leader of the Legion of Light, had already given her orders, the Warriors of the Legion of Light Just execute.

After a few minutes, the light-forged knights who had long been ready to intervene in the demon war were led by three commanders to the ground battlefield through three beams of light, and stood at the beam of light before leaving Zenidar. Turalyon in the head raised his head, he looked at the lonely mother of light, Zella, suspended on the platform of the spaceship bridge. He suddenly had a hunch...

This is most likely the last time he saw Zella...

"Om"

Between the shining of the golden beam of light, the three beams of light falling from the sky were triangular, and slammed into the front of the draenei battlefield of Borean Tundra, just in front of the chaotic position where the demons rushed forward, in the holy light On the shining, dusty battlefield, Turalyon, a sword of light and a light-forged armor, took a step forward. Nearly a thousand fully armed Holy Lights were watching the draenei behind them in astonishment. The Lene, those legendary warriors who seemed to have walked out of the Holy Light, stood in front of their broken positions with heavy and sacred weapons.

Like, the strongest wall of light.

"Demons! Howl! Fear!"

The voice of Archbishop Turalyon of the Legion of Lights echoed on the battlefield. It was after the 1000 years of war. He once again screamed the slogan of war in his native language. That became a slightly weird accent. The human paladins couldn't help raising their heads, looking at the Holy Warrior in front of him as if covered with golden light.

It was not just the warriors of the Legion of Light, but also the warriors of the human empire... he went home in a way that no one could have expected.

"The Legion of Light! Here!"

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"Da da da"

The icy boots touched the crystal floor of the Zenidal bridge channel and made a crisp sound. Between the sounds of the far and near echoes, the figure of the Lord Tyraon appeared in the hall of the Zenidal battleship in.

He was wearing a black swordsman robe, holding a bottle of fine wine in his left hand, and holding two glasses in his right hand, just like meeting an old friend. In the hall in front of him, Zara, the mother of light Suspended lonely on the platform, her body shaped by golden crystals, the endless holy light no longer spreads like it used to, but gathered very restrainedly on the body.

It's like accumulating strength to face the hardships that follow.

"You really love them, even if you fight, you have to take them away in advance."

Unattended by the lord, he walked to the spaceship's control table, sat on the command chair that could rotate 360°, put the blood wine and wine glass in his hand on the precise operation table, and he took the wine bottle and gave two The wine glass was filled with blood-red liquid. On one side, it was like a chat, and said to the mother of Holy Light, who did not say a word:

"Are you afraid that I intentionally hurt them?"

"In your heart, am I just such a villain who can only bully children?"

The high lord took a glass of blood wine, and between his fingers, a cold mist wrapped around the glass, adding a few pieces of crushed ice to this crimson liquid, making it look a little... deep and deep Evil feeling.

"You are a respectable person and a person who should be feared."

Faced with a joke-like question from the High Lord, Zara, the Mother of Light, spins a crystal-like body, and her light voice reverberates in this hall between the halos:

"Tirion. Blade of Dawn, I can see through the fate of all the creatures in the stars, but the more so, the less willing I am to approach you..."

"Oh? Why?"

The Lord Lord took a sip of cold blood wine, his blue eyes stared at the Mother of Light in front of him, his fingers slipped slightly in the air at hand, and a touch of black light jumped at his fingertips, just like Like a dangerous game, he said to Zella:

"I think I am actually a very good person. I have always been very generous and generous. My friends think so...Zela, do you have a different opinion? "

Zela was silent for a moment. She didn't seem to be used to this kind of gossip before the battle between the two sides. In the face of the terrible and strange problems of Tyrion, the Mother of Light did not cover up, but said frankly. Own opinion.

"I know a lot about you, Tyrion, I know that under the cold appearance, you are also doing a great act of salvation, but for the salvation itself, you interpret it very... dark, maybe This is because of the things you have experienced in the past, as for why I don’t want to be close to you, it is because, I can’t see your destiny, there is no past, no present, no future... In my eyes, Tyrion, you A creature that shouldn't appear."

Zella's golden crystal body slowly unfolded, as if a living person was stretching their shoulders:

"In the vast stars, the lines of destiny of countless creatures are intertwined, and the invisible hands weave the river of fate that makes up the entire stars. That is an extremely spectacular scene. The Creator’s arrangement of the world and even the fate of the world is like A beautiful rug, sadly, mortals can only see the back of the rug, the messy thread and the messy pattern, if you can’t detach, you can never see the beautiful front... countless tragedies and sacrifices make up Fate...at the end, that is a truly beautiful world."

"And beings like me can stand on the edge of a long river of destiny and follow some strange lines of fate. This group of stars has no secrets in my eyes. But you, you are like one of the long rivers of destiny. Gangrene, a singularity..."

"It's like an infectious source that constantly exudes strange viruses. The destiny of any creature in contact with you will be changed and swallowed. The original clear future will also be drawn into a chaos...I saw !more than one!"

"Aurelia, Arthas, Medivh, Varian, Sylvanas, Thrall, Jaina...too much, too much!"

The golden sacred light on Zera's body circulated endlessly on the crystal body, and those lights became more and more sharp, and even began to reflect the cold luster of steel.

"You are like a black hole, Tyrion, the longer you stay in Azeroth, the black hole of your fate will distort more future, until now, this planet, this world, even Ai Rune... Even the sleeping Protoss, her destiny, and her future have been drawn into chaos."

"I can’t judge whether the future chaos is good or bad. I just want to see the perfect future realized by my eyes... The future of this world is unpredictable. It’s not the sanctuary of the Legion of Light, nor am I Will come here again, not even look at it again! I will take Illidan, the son of light and dark, that is the most important puzzle in the future in my eyes!"

Zela's voice became extremely stubborn at this moment:

"This is my only request!"

Facing Zela's request, he leaned on the command chair and sipped cold blood wine. After hearing Zela's narration, the lord shook his head, and he sipped away all the liquor in his hand. The frost-wrapped cup in his hand was placed on the operating table in the back. He crossed his fingers and squinted, looking at the imposing mother of Holy Light in front of him. After a few seconds of silence, Tyrion said softly:

"So, let me tell you a little "secret", Zella."

"This is a secret I never told anyone... even my wife and daughter don't know."

"I hate you guys who claim to be able to see through their destiny and see the future, whether it is you, Velen, Medivh, etc., claiming that the prophet is not a commendable thing, you should be better Clearly, the future...the future is full of variables. You cannot see all the future. You are not even sure if you see the real future...but, I can!"

In front of the Mother of Light, the Lord stood up and flicked his hands between his fingers. The heavy ash messenger and the revelation of the black fire appeared between his hands. The moment he held the sword handle in his hand, the cold breath At the moment when Tyrion's body condensed into a substantial frost aura, and the crystals under his feet were frozen, Tyrion's eerie voice was like the roaring cold wind in this hall of holy light Ringing in:

"I can see all the future you claim... before you have seen the light and shadow of the future, I have experienced the real future!"

"I hate you, because you are just a bunch of bragging talk about how strong your destiny is, and your fate is irreversible! You are scared by the "future"!"

"Zela, there is no destiny at all!"

The figure of Tyrion suddenly disappeared in the same place. At this moment, the sharp holy light of the mother of the light was like the sun rising, flying out in all directions. An ancestor Naru’s control of the light was straight Refers to the true essence of power. Under Zela's call, those golden lines of light are no longer spread outward, but are "born" from the dark shadows.

It is like the first ray of holy light born in the darkest when the stars are born.

In the past, the Lord’s unfavorable death raid was also forcibly interrupted for the first time. In the place where he set foot, the cold death force will be dispelled by the warm light at the moment it appears, just like the snow in the sun. , Melted away in an instant.

But if the raid is not successful, then attack frontally!

The two swords in Tyrion's hands flipped over and crossed a black shadow in the air. Between the rotation of Zara's Naru's body, the strange light band composed of the Holy Light was swayed between the halls. Like the shield of the Holy Light without dead ends, every line that Tyrion attacked was strictly blocked.

"Keng"

Lord Lord returned to the console. His wrists were flipped over to loosen the two long swords. The blade was suspended in midair. At the feet of Lord Lord, a piece of cut crystal was shining, and Tyrion’s There was also a wound filled with Holy Light on the arm.

"Snapped"

The lord clapped his hands as if it was the end of the warm-up. He raised his head and looked at Zella, who was humming low in the holy light. He shouted loudly:

"The greeting is over, then, it's time to move..."

"But before starting, Zara, I have a little question... in what you see, the phantom of the so-called perfect future, when you see Illidan uniting with the Titans, will dark the Titan Titans In the picture of the Eternal Seal, have you ever... seen yourself?"

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