"Prophet, the elect of the Light are rushing to the seat of Naru from all over the place, and the city is in chaos right now, and they need some time to settle the trouble at hand."

In the heart of Sha'tar City, on the road to Naru's Seat, the Great Garrison Vihari, armed with a sword and shield, slashed at the demons that stood in his way, and said to the Prophet Viren behind him:

"The Grand Garrison of Marlad is holding the line outside the city, and he would love to come with you, but"

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

In the smoke and war of the streets, the Prophet with the staff of the redeemer waved his hand, and a series of scorching arrows of holy light were thrown from his palms, burning the twisted and brutal demons in front of him, these bastards from the stars have lost their leaders, but their numbers are still staggering, and the demons that have lost control will obey the whirling desire for destruction within them, which will make them more aggressive.

"This demonic war has come too strangely, and our warriors have not been able to prepare for everything, but fortunately, reinforcements from other civilizations have spared our city."

Viren looked around the city, at the smoke wafting through those alleys, and at the destroyed buildings on the edge of the streets, and in those ruins, there were the corpses of the Draenei, but more often than not, the demons that had been killed.

Those Eredas, their bodies are exactly the same as those of the Draenei, except for the fiery red, herpes and scarred skin, the cracked cheeks filled with evil energy, and the eyes that are full of vicious light even after death, they still maintain the image of the time when they lived in the world of Argus, but unfortunately, under that shell exists are already complete demonic souls.

The orthodox Eredas are extinct, and it is ironic that the Draenei, known as the Exiles, are the last holdouts of this once glorious civilization.

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

The Prophet whispered, and a glittering rage fluttered in the eyes of the leader of the Draenei, and as Vihari repelled a hideous demon of destruction with his shield, the staff of the prophet's hand shining with the light swung forward, and a sharp sword of holy light roared through the air, and the blade of light formed by the extreme compression of the essence of the holy light easily sliced through the body of the terrifying demon, and in the wail of the destroyer, the path to the seat of Naru was completely cleared.

After the holy light dissipated, on the path of the ashes, the garrison Vihari looked at the demon in front of him who was purified in an instant, she breathed a sigh of relief, 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 Viren, the prophet of the Draenei has a nickname called "Immortal", although he has not broken away from the life rank of flesh and blood creatures, but in the current world of Azeroth, Viren is definitely the most powerful hero among mortals.

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

There are many, many reasons for the emergence of power, but in most cases, the belief that power is given to protect will become stronger, and Viren's change is in exchange for the tragic sacrifice of the Draenei people in the world of Draenor, after knowing that blind evasion and compromise will not solve the problem, even the kindest people will change

But the more this happened, the more he witnessed the change in the Prophet's current situation, the more the emotions that surged in the depths of Vihari's heart could not be quelled.

Seeing the scene where Viren used the powerful Holy Light to easily clear the way, she couldn't help but think of what her prophet was doing more than 30 years ago, when the draenei city of Draenor fell, when the brutal orc warriors burned and looted the city, destroying countless innocent lives and the future of that city

If the prophet of that time, Viren, could be as determined as he is now, and could not hesitate to use force to clear the troubles as he is now, then the tragedy of Tymor, the innocent lives of hundreds of thousands of Draenei, could be saved?

But the past is gone, and all this cannot be reversed, and those pains, those tragedies are deeply imprinted in the hearts of the survivors who survive, changing them from the deepest part of their souls, turning them into another creature.

Ordinary people live on water and food, while they live on hatred and pain

At the bottom of the three-story platform, at the edge of the altar where Naruvolos is located, a manipulated magic mecha is attacking the enchantment held by Naruvolos in the dark green flame tide, Naru is already very weak because he wants to maintain the enchantment of the entire Shatar City, and Volos looks very embarrassed in the face of the attack of this fierce magic mecha.

Amid the arrogant laughter of the demon general piloting the magic mecha, the weakened Naru let out a mournful scream, as if he had been injured by the ugly war machine in front of him.

"Warriors of the Light! Rush! Save our Naru! Fight off these ugly demons! ”

Naruvolos's plight made the Prophet very anxious, he waved his staff, and applied layers of heavy blessings of holy light to the bodies of the soldiers behind him, facing the demons on the downward spiral staircase, the prophet did not show mercy, he held up the enchantment of holy light purification, and the evil energy that those demons deliberately sprinkled on the ground corroded and removed, and even the brutal demons themselves were incinerated to ashes by the scorching holy light.

This scene made the garrison Vihari, who was following the Prophet, couldn't help but say:

"Prophet, in my memory, you wouldn't have been so uh, violent."

The female Draenei looked at the demons who had been struck by the Prophet's light, and whispered:

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

Vihari's words made Vilen pause, he shook his head, and also recalled the embarrassment of the year:

"Yes, you and Marad led the troops to rescue me from the orc camp, but unfortunately, the two Atamar crystals I carried with me were lost in that terrible accident."

"After more than 20,000 years of exile among the stars, I was accustomed to using compromise to win a glimmer of life for the people, but I forgot that not everyone we faced was willing to reason with us"

The Prophet looked at the demonic imps who fled in terror under the scorching light, and said in a gloomy tone:

"Just like these demons, they will never care about those truly precious things, life, hope and future, they wantonly trample on these beautiful things for fun, to satisfy the darkness in their hearts**, in the face of such enemies, we can only take up arms and fight them to the end! It's a pity, it's a pity that I seem to understand a little too late. ”

"So, you regret it too, right?"

Behind the Prophet, Vihari looked at the Prophet's back, and she asked in a dark tone:

"You also regret that you did not take our advice and did not arm our people in time before facing the orc invasion, and you also regret that after the orcs really started the invasion, you did not take the soldiers to fight with them for real, but fled with the people all the way like our experience in the stars, everything is based on survival, but we forget that we ourselves also have great strength, we have enough power to protect ourselves and we, but we fled in panic like rabbits and never thought of reflexive combat"

Vihari's questioning made the prophet's expression even heavier, the massacre carried out by the orcs of the Demonic Tribe against the Draenei during the Draenor period will always be the most painful memory in the hearts of the Draenei, and no one who has experienced that time of disaster will want to recall it.

"Vihari, you're still resenting me, I can feel it. You used to be my most trusted garrison, but just as your past experiences have changed me, so have you. ”

"You've been avoiding meeting me since you returned to Shatar with the people of Draenor, and I've heard your story of the pain you've suffered after the fall of Tymor, the despair, the despair you can't imagine, and you're resenting me for being too cowardly to do everything I can to protect the people as I do now."

The Prophet waved his hand and threw out the energy warhammer of the evolution of the Holy Light, and in a ferocious and precise blow of Holy Light, the Demon Lords guarding the spiral staircase were pushed back by several steps, and the Electors of the Holy Light, who were scattered in the armor of the Holy Light, brandished their weapons and shouted sacred slogans, and rushed towards the last wave of demon armies.

The Prophet looked back at the silent Grand Garrison behind him, and with an undisguised apology flashing in his eyes, he said to Vihari:

"I can't imagine what sustained you, persevered until now in that despair, and what kind of great sacrifice that kept you from losing yourself in the demonic legions, and brought us extremely important news, you brought us back hope, Vihari your resentment towards me is deserved, I can't justify myself, yes, I did it wrong at the time, I regret it, I chose to flee instead of fight at that time"

"You, Iriel, and Akama, Nobordon, you all fell victim to my cowardice, and I'm really sorry!"

As he spoke, Viren leaned down to the silent Vihari, representing the Prophet's sincerest apologies, and this scene seemed to touch Vihari a little, and the garrison stepped forward, and she held the Prophet's shoulder, and she let out a long sigh, as if relieved.

"No, Prophet, that's all in the past."

Vihari said to the Prophet Viren:

"Those experiences, those humiliating pasts, I've learned to look at it directly, not run away, it's like a knife in my memory, and since I've been through those things, I've held it, and as long as I still have a breath, I'll be strong enough to never be defeated."

"Prophet, you are a truly good one, you make me admire, you should also look forward to the present, let us go and save Volos, we are here for this."

Vihari's relief softened Vilen's pained expression a little, and the Prophet looked at the garrison in front of him, and a gentle smile shone on her face, as if she had really let go of the past, which made the Prophet's heart feel better.

Vihari has endured torture and pain for his past mistakes, and this is a woman worthy of respect.

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

"Yes, we are going to save our Naru from the demons, and then, save our city, save ours"

"Poof"

Blood splattered, and the moment the Prophet turned around, behind him, the gentle smile on Vihari's face turned into a touch of hatred to the bone, and between the flips of her wrists, a spiked dagger composed entirely of black energy fell into the palm of her hand, and she stepped forward and stabbed the dagger into the back of the Prophet's heart.

Blood gushed out, and the blade of death made by Tyrion easily pierced through Viren's shield of holy light, and when the blade pierced the prophet's body, the lingering power of death 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 most ferocious female leopard, holding the scorching holy light, holding the blade of death, rushed in front of Viren, and stabbed the dagger into the prophet's abdomen again.

"You! Vihari you"

Vihari felt the sensation of the blood running down her fingers, and she looked at the Prophet with a cold, vicious gaze, and the latter's eyes were full of incredulity.

"Viren, I have a knife in my heart, it is the one that has kept me through all the desperate years, and I will die when I leave that knife behind"

"Do you know the name of that knife?

"It's called pain"

The female garrison had blood on her hands, and before her eyes, the Prophet was attacked by the force of death, he would not die because of it, but he would be weakened by it, and death would prevent the Light from healing his wounds, which would not be fatal, but would make the next battle more interesting.

"My name is Vihari!"

Vihari watched the Prophet half-kneeling in pain, she moved her hands that had been burned by the Holy Light, and with her blood-stained fingers, she lifted Viren's face, she looked at the Prophet, and she whispered:

"I come from the ruins of Tymor, I call revenge, I call hatred, the prophet in those desperate years, I fantasized countless times about today, but, this is not the end of your fate, I have no right to judge you but I will be a spectator, as a representative, to watch your end"

"The hundreds of thousands of undead of Tymor are watching you and me in the sky, the warriors who believe in you in despair, but they have not been saved by you until death, the warriors who have not yielded in hell, listen, they howl, they are not willing to let you die so easily"

"We have entered the grave, and in three days we have been born again, like a boat down the river"

Vihari grabbed the Prophet by the collar and dragged him to the edge of the three-story platform, and in the Prophet's painful groans, the female garrison silently recited the Draenei's prayer in memory of the dead, and in a long sigh, the stabbed Prophet was pushed down from the edge of the three-story platform by Vihari, and under Viren's painful gaze, Vihari, who stood on the edge of the platform, was like a statue, so indifferent to watch him fall into the darkness below.

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