Chapter 981 36. Verhari's Trial

"Prophet, the electors of the Holy Light are rushing to the seat of Naaru from various places. The city is too chaotic now. They need some time to solve the trouble at hand."

In the city center of Shatar City, on the road leading to the Seat of Naaru, the grand garrison officer Velhari with a sword and shield slashed and killed the demons in front of him, and said to the prophet Velen behind him:

"The Grand Vindicator of Maraad is holding the line of defense outside the city. He very much hopes to accompany you, but..."

"I can understand that the current situation is indeed not optimistic."

On the streets full of gunpowder smoke and flames of war, the prophet holding the staff of the Redeemer waved his hand, and one after another scorching arrows of holy light were thrown from his palm, burning the twisted, brutal and brutal demons in front of him. Turned into ashes, these bastards from the stars have lost their leader, but their number is still astonishing, and the demons that have lost control are subject to the destructive desire that is tumbling in their hearts, which will make them more aggressive.

"This demonic war came too strangely. Our soldiers were not fully prepared, but fortunately, there were reinforcements from other civilizations, which saved our city from this disaster."

Velen looked around the city, the smoke wafting in the small alleys, and the destroyed buildings on the edge of the street. Among the ruins, there were draenei corpses, but more were killed demons. .

Those eredar, their body shape is exactly the same as the draenei, except for the fiery red skin covered with herpes and sores, the cheeks filled with evil energy and cracked, those who even after death, The eyes are also filled with vicious light... They still maintain the image they used to live in the world of Argus, but unfortunately, what exists under that body is already a complete demon soul.

The orthodox eredar are extinct, and the draenei, known as the exiles, are the last defenders of this once glorious civilization, which is really ironic.

"But as long as our people are still there, there is still hope for everything. The city can be rebuilt after being destroyed. The people, the people are the most important thing."

The prophet whispered, in the eyes of the leader of the draenei, there was a flash of anger, and when Velhari used the shield to repel a ferocious destroyer, the staff in the prophet's hand shone with bright holy light. Swinging forward, a sharp long sword of holy light whizzed across the air, and the light blade formed by the extreme compression of the real holy light easily cut through the body of the terrifying demon, and in the wailing of the destroyer, Clear the way to the Seat of the Naaru.

After the holy light dissipated, on the road where ashes were floating, Vinhari looked at the demon that was instantly purified in front of her. She breathed a sigh of relief and put away the sword and shield in her hand. The blow of the holy light just now was extremely powerful. Representing the powerful power in the hands of the prophet Velen, the prophet of the Draenei has the nickname "Immortal". Although he has not broken away from the life stage of flesh and blood creatures, in the current Azeroth world , Velen is definitely the most powerful hero among mortals.

He is gentle in nature, full of restraint on his own power, and never abuses it...and as the leader of the Prophet, he is more accustomed to solving problems in other ways than force. The Draenei settled in the world of Azeroth, And after establishing a new home here, the style of the Prophet seems to have changed a bit, perhaps because he once lost and felt pain, so now he is not hesitant to use force to protect his people when necessary.

There are many reasons for the emergence of power, but in most cases, power will become stronger if it is endowed with the belief of guardianship. The change of Velen was exchanged for the tragic sacrifice of the Draenei in the world of Draenor. Yes, after knowing that blindly evading and compromising cannot solve the problem, even the kindest person will change...

But the more this is the case, the more he witnesses the changes in the Prophet now, the more the turbulent emotions deep in Velhari's heart cannot be calmed down.

Seeing the scene where Velen easily cleared the road with powerful holy light, she couldn't help but think of it, more than 30 years ago, when the Draenei city of Tymor in Draenor fell, What was her Prophet doing when those brutal orc warriors burned and looted the city, destroying countless innocent lives and the future of that city...

If the Prophet Velen at that time could have been as determined as he is now, and could have used force to eliminate troubles as he is now... Then, whether the tragedy of Tymor, the innocent lives of hundreds of thousands of Draenei, could have been saved? Woolen cloth?

But the past has passed, and all of this cannot be reversed. Those pains and tragedies are deeply imprinted in the hearts of the surviving survivors, changing them from the deepest part of their souls, turning them into another creature .

Ordinary people live on water and food, but they live on hatred and pain...

When entering the building of the Seat of Naru, looking down from the entrance, all warriors can clearly see that at the bottom of the three-story platform, on the edge of the altar where Naruvolos is, a manipulated The magic machine armor is attacking the barrier propped up by Naruvolos in the dark green flame tide. Naru is already very weak because he wants to maintain the barrier of the entire city of Shatar. Facing this fierce magic machine A's attack, Volos looked very embarrassed.

Amidst the wild laughter of the demon general driving the fel mech, the weak Naru kept crying, as if he had been wounded by the ugly war machine in front of him.

"Warriors of the Holy Light! Go! Save our naaru! Repel these ugly demons!"

The predicament of Naruvolos made the prophet very anxious. He waved his staff and applied layers of thick blessings of holy light to the bodies of the soldiers behind him, facing the demons entangled on the spiral downward stairs. , the Prophet was merciless, he propped up the enchantment of holy light purification, and removed the evil energy corrosion that the demons deliberately sprinkled on the ground, and even the brutal demons themselves would be burned into ashes by the scorching holy light .

This scene made the garrison officer Velhari behind the prophet couldn't help saying:

"Prophet, in my memory, you were not so... er, violent."

The female draenei looked at the demons who were wiped out under the blow of the prophet's holy light, and she whispered:

"I still remember that 35 years ago, in the world of Draenor, facing the group of orcs corrupted by evil energy who wanted to attack us, your first reaction was not to fight, but to take the messenger to fight with the orcs Negotiations with the leaders of the ... The final result was not so good, and you were arrested."

Vihari's words made Velen stunned for a moment, he shook his head, and recalled the embarrassment of those years:

"That's right, you and Maraad were the ones who rescued me from the orc camp. Unfortunately, the two Atama crystals I carried with me were lost in that terrible accident."

"I have been in exile among the stars for more than 20,000 years. At that time, I was used to using compromise to win a little life for the people, but I forgot that not everyone we face is willing to reason with us... "

The Prophet looked at the devils and imps who were fleeing in terror under the scorching holy light, and said in a desolate tone:

"Just like these demons, they will never care about those truly precious things, life, hope, and the future. They wantonly trample on these beautiful things for fun and to satisfy their inner dark desires. Facing such enemies, we I can only pick up weapons and fight them to the end! Unfortunately, unfortunately, I seem to understand a little too late."

"So, you regret it too, don't you?"

Behind the prophet, Vehari looked at the back of the prophet, and she asked in a faint tone:

"You also regretted that before the orcs invaded, you did not take our advice and did not arm our people in time, and you also regretted that after the orcs really started to invade, you did not bring your soldiers to fight them Instead of fighting, we flee with our people all the way... It's like our experience among the stars, everything is survival first, but we forget that we also have great power, we have enough power to protect ourselves.. .But we, like rabbits, ran away in panic, never thinking of turning around and fighting..."

Velhari's questioning made the Prophet's expression more serious. During the Draenor period, the massacre of the Draenei by the orcs of the Fel Horde will always be the most painful memory in the Draenei's heart. Anyone who has experienced that People who live in a disaster time will not want to recall it.

"You still resent me, Velhari, I can feel it. You were once my most trusted Vindicator, but you have changed just as the past has changed me."

"After you returned to Sha'tar with the people of Draenor, you have avoided meeting me, and I have heard your story, the pain you suffered after the fall of Tymor... Those desperations, my unimaginable desperation...you are resenting that I was too cowardly at that time, and I failed to give everything to protect the people like I am now."

The Prophet waved and threw the energy hammer of Holy Light evolution. In a fierce and precise holy light punishment, the demon lord guarding the spiral staircase was knocked back a few steps. Holding their weapons and shouting sacred slogans, they rushed towards the last wave of demon army. With the support of the holy light of the prophet, these soldiers appeared extremely brave, and the demons they fought were retreating steadily.

The Prophet looked back at the silent Grand Vindicator behind him, a trace of undisguised apology flashed in his eyes, and he said to Velhari:

"I can't imagine what is supporting you, what kind of great sacrifice it is to persevere in that kind of despair until now, so that you don't lose yourself in the army of demons, and bring back extremely important news for us, you Bring back hope for us, Velhari... You deserved your grudge against me, I can't justify myself, yes, I did something wrong at the time, I regret it, I chose to run instead of fight. ..”

"You, Yrel, and Akama, Nobundo, you are all victims of my cowardice, I am really sorry!"

While speaking, Velen bent down to the silent Velhari, representing the most sincere apology of the Prophet. This scene seemed to make Velhari a little touched. The garrison officer took a step forward, and she supported the Prophet's shoulder, and she let out a long sigh , as if relieved.

"No, Prophet, that's all over."

Velhari said to the Prophet Velen:

"Those experiences, those humiliating pasts, I have learned to look them in the face instead of running away, it's like I have a knife in my memory, ever since I went through those things, I hold it, as long as I have breath Now, I will be so strong that I will never be defeated."

"Prophet, you are a true good man, I admire you, and you should move on... Now, let's save Volos, that's what we came for."

Vihari's relief softened Velen's painful expression. The Prophet looked at the garrison officer in front of him, and a gentle smile shone on her face, as if she had really let go of the past. This made the prophet feel better.

Velhari has suffered and suffered because of his past mistakes, and this is a respectable woman.

The Prophet breathed a sigh of relief, he turned around, gripped his staff tightly, and said:

"Yes, we're going to save our naaru from the demons, and then, our city, our..."

"puff"

Blood splattered everywhere, and at the moment the prophet turned around, behind him, the gentle smile on Vihari's face turned into a bit of hatred, and between the flips of her wrist, a spike made entirely of black energy The dagger fell into the palm of her hand, she took a step forward, and stabbed the dagger fiercely into the back of the prophet's heart.

Blood spurted, and the death blade made by Tyrion easily pierced Velen's shield of holy light. When the sharp blade pierced the prophet's body, the lingering death force aroused the prophet's instinctive defense, He let out a cry of pain, and the burst of holy light knocked Vihari back, but the next moment, the garrison officer was like the fiercest female leopard, resisting the scorching holy light, holding the death blade, and rushed into Vihari. In front of Lun, he stabbed the dagger fiercely into the prophet's abdomen again.

"You! Velhari...you..."

Vihari felt the touch of the blood flowing on her finger, and she looked at the Prophet with a cold and sinister gaze, and the latter's eyes were full of disbelief.

"Veren, I have a knife in my heart. It is what made me persevere through all the desperate years. When I throw away that knife...I will die..."

"Do you know the name of that knife?

"It's called...pain..."

The female garrison officer's hands were stained with blood. Before her eyes, the Prophet was attacked by the force of death. He would not die because of it, but he would become weak because of it. Death would prevent the Holy Light from healing his wound. It was not a fatal wound, but But it will make the next battle more... interesting.

"My name is Velhari!"

Vehari watched the prophet half kneeling on the ground in pain. She moved her hands burned by the holy light, and raised Velen's face with bloody fingers. She looked at the prophet and said softly:

"I come from the ruins of Tymor, my name is Vengeance, I am Hatred, Prophet...During those desperate years, I have imagined today countless times, but this is not the end of your fate, I have no right to judge you. ..but I will be a spectator, a representative, watching your end..."

"The hundreds of thousands of undead in Tymor are watching you and me from the sky, those warriors who still believed in you in despair but failed to be rescued by you until death, those warriors who did not give in even in hell, listen! , they howled, they were unwilling to let you die so easily..."

"We have entered the grave, and in three days we will be reborn, like boats going down the river..."

Velhari grabbed the Prophet's collar and dragged him to the edge of the three-story platform. Amid the Prophet's painful groans, the female garrison silently recited the Draenei's prayers to commemorate the dead souls. With a long sigh, she was stabbed. The wounded prophet was pushed down from the edge of the third-floor platform by Velen. Under Velen's painful gaze, Velhar, who was standing on the edge of the platform, looked at him indifferently like a sculpture. In the dark.

And the voice that echoed in his ears, like the chanting of all spirits...

"You are also drifting in the long river of time, and finally..."

"Through the dark..."

"Come and accept our..."

"Judgment!"