Chapter 1493 You Owe Me a Favor

The draenei were nearly going crazy.

I remember that in Argus, they had a prosperous country and kind compatriots, but all of this was ended by the power of Sargeras. When the other two leaders turned their people into minions of the devil for the sake of strength, Velenque chose to lead his people towards the light. However, this escape lasted for a full 25,000 years.

During these painful and unforgettable years, it was Velen who served as the spiritual pillar of the entire draenei, constantly guiding them, encouraging them, and leading them out of despair and hardship.

It can be said that for many Draenei who were born on the spaceship and on their escape journey, Velen is their only hope for survival.

Now, this pillar that supports the entire nation - Velen, known as the 'Immortal', suddenly fell down without warning.

This plunged all the draenei into grief and frenzy.

"Ahhhh--" Maraad fell into a rare rage. He waved the Holy Light Warhammer and strode upwards along the ice ladder that had previously carried Velen to the highest point of the platform.

Suddenly, the ladder broke. Maraad fell slightly from a height of more than three meters.

Then he saw Duke standing on the edge of the hole, and anger surged into his heart: "Duke Marcus! What are you doing!?"

Duke turned slightly, his eyes sharp, and he gave Maraad a hard look: "Look at your holy light, and think about what Prophet Velen taught you back then - what you need to fight against evil is a pure heart. A warrior, not an Avenger. Are you worthy of Velen’s teachings like this?”

Maraad's whole body trembled. It was only at this moment that he realized that the holy light on his body had become sparse and mottled.

The Holy Light is the embodiment of the purest righteous will in the heart.

If the motive is impure, the Holy Light will naturally be impure, and the power of killing evil will plummet.

Maraad was speechless for a moment.

Over there, Yrel gently put down Velen's soulless dry body, and she picked up her warhammer.

Yrel's body lit up with divine golden light.

This is the Black Temple, the darkest and most filthy place in Draenor. The eredar warlocks from the Twisting Void are constantly conducting various forbidden experiments. The wails of the souls of the wronged dead fill the once sacred hall. .

Therefore, the most evil thick black clouds are always shrouded over the Dark Temple.

However, at this moment, a golden light spot grew bigger and bigger, from a small dot to a golden light pillar that penetrated the heaven and earth. It was a little vague at first, but soon everyone heard a female voice speaking to everyone. She said:

"The fire of life of Prophet Velen has been extinguished."

"Delaenei is not destroyed!"

"The Draenei are peace-loving, but as long as the Burning Legion is immortal, the Draenei will join hands with everyone in the Alliance to hold high the Alliance's battle flag, and let it fly above this glorious world!"

"Long live the Alliance!"

That's a battle oath...

Every Draenei and every allied warrior who could see Yrel could clearly see the warhammer in Yrel's hand turning into a golden torch.

The holy light is blazing and burning!

After that, another beam of light penetrated the sky and the earth. It was countless Draenei paladins and priests who poured their wills together. Then the beam of light gently turned into a gorgeous arc of light, which merged with Yrel's beam of light and turned into A larger beam of light.

Duke was a little confused. He watched the golden flames swirling around Yrel's body. In an instant, a dazzling soul battle flag rose from Yrel's back, and soon it turned into two shining golden wings.

Yrel now has two wings like her former brethren. It's just that the eredar demon has ugly bat wings, and its hooves look more like an angel at this moment.

Well, hoof angel, Duke gets drunk just thinking about it.

He really didn't know that there was such a saucy operation.

Thinking about it, it seems reasonable.

After all, when he kept losing his moral integrity, it was the kind-hearted boss who passed it down to him to avoid the crisis of soul corruption.

Spiritual power comes from the soul. Since the soul can be passed on, it is not impossible for the Holy Light, one of the greatest manifestations of soul energy, to be passed on to others.

Of course, the hooves are not that powerful. The problem is that Velen has them!

Duke felt a twinge of pain when he saw the system prompt "Velan transmitted the energy of the Holy Light about 18,000 years ago to Yrel."

Once upon a time, Duke was a martial arts fan. Often when I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, I would dream about some old man passing on to him a period of internal strength equal to 60 years.

Now it's better, the old immortal Viren actually injects Shengun brand chicken blood directly into the hoof.

The hoof is simply unbelievable at this time!

Looking at the gleaming gold all over his body and the hooves of a saint that were even more holy than the golden saint, Duke felt a little sad: 18,000 years of the power of the holy light! Why don't you give me some...

While Duke was complaining, he suddenly received a message from Alonsos Faol: "Duke, Lord Velen seems to have poured all the remaining power of the Holy Light that could not be injected into Yrel's body into Yrel before his death. Into the magic net."

The system once again prompted, "Velan has probably injected 8,000 years' worth of holy light power into the magic network."

Hey hey hey! ?

This can be done!

Viren, you are so cool, I will cover your hooves from now on!

Even though he knew that Viren couldn't give him any help, it felt like winning the lottery or opening a treasure box to find an artifact. It was so cool!

She flapped her golden wings of holy light a little unskillfully, lifted her whole body into the air, and then jumped onto the highest platform of the Dark Temple with a ridiculous posture similar to standing long jump.

"Your Majesty, Commander Marcus, I, Yrel, as the alternate leader of the Draenei, request to join Illidan's crusade." The sound of hoofs was sonorous and powerful, and at this time, on her young face, which was quite girlish. , there is no longer any hesitation in sight.

Duke's first instinct was to refuse.

It's not that he doesn't value the potential of the hoof, but it takes time and opportunity to transform potential into strength. How many geniuses throughout the ages have failed midway, failing to realize their potential.

Velen died suddenly, and Duke didn't want to hang up another Draenei leader. Because the rest of the draenei are mediocre guys, Duke doesn't like any of them.

But when he saw the girl's pleading eyes, Duke nodded heavily: "Originally, you were not qualified to participate in this level of battle. This is to protect you. But for the sake of Lord Velen's sacrifice for the alliance, I am sure. , I will be the one to hold the line this time. Remember, you owe me a favor."

"No problem." Hoof replied cheerfully.

Hooves sang the war song of Holy Light, letting the light bathe his whole body, and rushed straight towards Illidan.