Dawn of Lordaeron

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Turani had a long dream.

She dreamed that the sacred tomb of the draenei was infiltrated by dark forces. Before the crisis broke out, Archbishop Maladaar asked her to take some people away overnight, hoping to save some fire.

Outside Auchindoun, beside the once picturesque forest, Archbishop Maladaar was fully armed and confronted Turani with a serious face.

"Archbishop! I can't just leave, I'm an Auchenai, I should be with everyone!"

"Since you know that you are Auchenai, you should follow my orders, bring these recruits and apprentices, and go to Shattrath!"

"but……"

"Come on, Turani, we have no time!"

As soon as the picture turned, Shattrath City was also swallowed by the flames of war, and the solid and delicate city walls collapsed under the crude and barbaric trebuchets of the orcs.

Those orcs were completely different from the ones Turani had ever seen. There was no pride and confidence in their eyes, only bloodthirsty desires.

That is not the gaze that intelligent life should have, they have become a group of... "demons" that act entirely on instinct!

Draenei's city has advanced technology and proud guards, but their number and the invading orcs are not at the same order of magnitude.

Even if a Shattrath guard dealt with ten orcs, many more orcs roared into their cities and launched bloody killings against unarmed civilians.

It was a hellish scene, even if it was guarded in the tomb, Turani, who was used to seeing life and death, vomited and trembles more than once because of the sight she saw.

This is not war, but massacre.

Turani once called the Holy Light with trembling hands to heal a draenei guard who was only half of his body left. At that time, she discovered for the first time that the Holy Light she believed in was not omnipotent, because it could not let the dead. The resurrection is even more helpless against the tragic scene of Shattrath.

Dead, dead, everyone is dead.

Turani should have received death under the orc's butcher knife, but because she was a female, she was still one of the few remaining priests. Under the cover of her companion's life, she worked with the wounded, women and children. Evacuate.

After that, Turani and the draenei refugees lived a life of displacement together, until they met the draenei in hiding, and the orcs also diverted their attention because of the invasion of Azeroth. respite.

(Many, many tragic events that cannot be described in words have occurred during this period, such as the appearance of the broken.)

However, shortly after settling down, Auchindoun’s forest had a huge explosion that shook the sky and the earth. Talador, which is now almost half of the forest in Terokkar Forest, was razed by this explosion. Flat ground.

The tremendous power of the explosion turned the originally lush forest into a grayish-white desert, like a picture with the color erased, everything in Auchindoun and half of the forest was frozen at the moment of the explosion.

Turani "escaped" the orc's slaughter fortunately, survived Auchindoun's explosion, and was not even affected by the terrible "curse" spread among the draenei.

She is lucky.

But Turani herself didn’t think so. She thought she should have been Auchindoun and one of the victims of Shattrath. She should have faced the indescribable horror together with everyone who died. scene.

However, she "cowardly" survived alone.

All kinds of negative emotions even made her almost captured by the void, becoming a captive of that terrible power. Fortunately, the prophet stepped up and awakened her from that sinking in time.

Since then, Turani left the relatively stable refuge and went to the outpost on the Hellfire Peninsula. This time, she had to choose to become a warrior and fight on the front line until she sacrificed her life for her people and beliefs.

Turani and some of the draenei rebuilt the Temple of Tahamat in the northwest of Hellfire Peninsula. However, the originally sacred and pure spring water in the valley next to the temple was contaminated with the blood of an abyss lord.

The powerful fel power of the abyss lord attracted demons from all over the Hellfire Peninsula. They gathered more and more in the valley, causing great security risks to the Tahamat Temple.

Although the Temple of Tahamat is located above the valley, if the number of demons in the pool of Aggon continues to increase, their range of activities will sooner or later include the Temple of Tahamat. Once the temple is exposed, come here. It was not ordinary demonic cannon fodder that dealt with them, but the demons and orcs of the Burning Legion.

Therefore, taking advantage of the time when the attention of the demons and orcs in the Hellfire Peninsula did not know what attracted them, Turani took some volunteers and took the risk, preparing to completely purify Aggona's body and keep the demons away from here.

However, the operation ended in failure, and dozens of elite guards and priests were buried there because of their miscalculations about the dangers of the pool of Aggonar.

Turani also fell in the pool of demon blood, she felt the demon blood burning her skin, and the pain of fel erosion came from behind.

When her consciousness was about to return to chaos, she felt the biting cold--maybe this was the sign of death...

She was in the darkness, feeling her body falling infinitely, in the dark and invisible abyss, she didn't know where to fall.

Until the first light in the darkness appeared, she felt warm and comfortable again in the cold and dead silence.

It's like she got a response from the Holy Light for the first time...

Turani was bathed in the holy light, and her soul was relaxed as never before, and the darkness around her began to gradually light up, like the first star in the night sky.

She subconsciously wanted to get close to the stars, but found that she seemed to be separated from them by a transparent wall.

The stars gradually gathered together, from a point to a stream, and finally gathered into a bright river.

A teardrop fell from the corner of her eyes on Turani's cheek: she saw it, it was not the stars, but the souls of her compatriots who had passed away in countless suffering and torture.

Their souls form a long river, which extends indefinitely in the darkness, without seeing the end at a glance.

Turani leaned on the transparent barrier, tears from the corners of her eyes couldn't stop falling. Every soul here was once a living life.

In grief, a familiar voice rang in Turani's ear.

"Turany, what are you doing here, your path does not lead to here."

A tall, pure draenei soul was on the other side of the transparent barrier, looking down at Turani who was weeping, his voice was like ethereal wind blowing into Turani's heart.

"Archbishop...La Rosil?"

Turanie raised her head stubbornly, but when she saw the face of the person in front of her, her eyes were a little more flexible.