"I've locked the coordinates of Chaldea and Illidan!"

After the main cannon fire of the Adjudicator of the Holy Light cleared the demonic offensive of the ground battlefield of the Borean Tundra, on the console of the Holy Light Battleship Zenidar, on the light curtain in front of the eyes of the Lightcast Hoof Sister Faria, the demonized Illidan. Raging Wind and Light Forged Priest Chaldean. Morgan's image has been captured by the ship's information collector, and the two guys can be teleported to the bridge of the Zenidal ship with just one more teleportation command.

The Light Legion's mission to the world of Azeroth will be complete.

But just as Tulayan was about to activate the Leap Bridge, Zela, the Mother of Light, suspended in the hall of the Zenidar Bridge, suddenly stopped him.

"No, Tulayan!"

The light voice echoed like a hymn resounded between the flashes of light, and Zela's voice caused all the Light warriors on the bridge to turn their heads and look at the Mother of Light, whose crystal-like body swirled slowly in the air, as if thinking about something.

"I see that if we leave here, the city of Shatar of the Draenei will suffer a terrible end, there is a complex conspiracy behind this sudden demonic war, maybe we can't sit idly by and watch the city be destroyed, the fate of several important people converge here, and the city must persevere, it is the will of the Light."

Zela's voice became muffled for a moment, as if it was filled with some kind of determination and determination:

"Go to the ground! Tulayan, Pharya, and Tramon, take all the warriors of the Legion of Light to the surface and help the coalition of the Draenei and Azeroth fight off the demons! I'll stay on board the Zenidal as your backup reinforcement, go! Children, may the Light bless you all! ”

The Mother of Light's sudden order made several commanders a little puzzled, this was not like what Zela would do, this fateful Naru rarely chose to intervene when faced with a fateful choice, she was more accustomed to maintaining the trajectory of fate.

The senses were sharper, such as Tulayan, who seemed to sense from Zela's tone that something was about to happen, but Zela didn't seem willing to tell them.

And in front of the command platform of the Zenidal, in the light curtain that reflected the battlefield below, the demon army that had just been swept by the main cannon gathered again, and began another round of attack towards the city of the Delaney, the somewhat distorted shouts of killing came from the light curtain, and the demon tide on the ground that seemed to sweep everything and the legion gate in the sky sketched a doomsday scene on this Arctic wilderness of Azeroth.

"Zela, we really want it"

Captain Faria stepped forward, and the Holy Light Hoof girl asked in a low voice:

"Are we really going to get involved in this war? Didn't you say that behind this demonic invasion is the node of the fate of the prophet Viren, and we can't get involved in it? ”

"Viren's fate has begun, it is in this city, my children, you must not get involved, but this war, the war of Azeroth, the war of this world is also extremely important, I let you participate in it, it has a special meaning, maybe you don't understand it now, but it doesn't matter, sooner or later you will understand, go ahead! Don't ask. ”

There was a hint of solemnity in the voice of the Mother of Light, and this slightly unkind answer made several commanders look at each other, but Zela, as the spiritual leader of the Holy Light Legion, she had already given the order, and the warriors of the Holy Light Legion only needed to carry it out.

A few minutes later, the Lightcast Knights, who had long been ready to intervene in the demon war, were led by three commanders to the ground battlefield through three teleportation beams, and the moment before leaving Zenidar, Tulayan, who was standing in the teleportation pillar, raised his head, and he looked at Zela, the Mother of Light, who was alone suspended on the bridge platform of the ship, and he suddenly had a premonition

It was most likely the last time he would see Zela

"Buzz"

Between the shining pillars of golden light, three pillars of light falling from the sky were triangular, and they slammed into the front of the Draenei battlefield in the north wind tundra, just in front of the chaotic position where the demons were surging forward, and on the battlefield where the holy light was shining and dusty, Tulayan, who was holding the sword of holy light and wearing barecast armor, took a step forward, and under the surprised gaze of those Draenei behind him, nearly a thousand heavily armed Draenei, those legendary warriors who seemed to have walked out of the holy light, holding heavy and sacred weapons, Stood in front of their broken position.

It's like the strongest wall of light.

"Demons! Howl! Be afraid! ”

The voice of Archbishop Tulayan of the Legion of Light echoed on the battlefield, it was after 1000 years of conquest, he once again shouted the slogan of war in his native language, and the slightly strange accent made the human paladins on the battlefield can't help but raise their heads and look at the warrior of the Holy Light who seemed to be draped in a golden veil of light in front of them.

It wasn't just the warriors of the Holy Light Legion, it was the warriors of the Human Empire He went home, in a way that no one could have expected.

"Legion of Light! Here it comes! ”

"Da, da, da"

The cold boots touched the crystal floor of the bridge passage of the Zenidal with a crisp sound, and between the echoes from far and near, the figure of the High Lord Tyrion appeared in the hall of the Zenidal battleship.

He was dressed in a black swordsman's robe, holding a bottle of fine blood wine in his left hand and two glasses in his right hand, as if he were really meeting an old friend, in the hall in front of him, Zela, the Mother of Light, was alone suspended on the platform, and on her golden crystal-shaped body, the endless holy light was no longer spreading as wantonly as before, but very restrained on the body.

It's as if you're gathering strength to face the next tough battle.

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

The Great Lord walked to the control console of the spaceship as if no one was around, sat on the command chair that could rotate 360°, put the blood wine and wine glass in his hand on the precision control table, he picked up the wine bottle, poured blood-red liquid into the two wine glasses, and said to the Mother of Light who did not say a word:

"Are you afraid that I will deliberately hurt them?"

"In your heart, am I such a villain who only bullies children?"

The High Lord picked up a glass of blood wine, and with a flick of his fingers, a cold mist wrapped around the glass, adding a few pieces of crushed ice to the crimson liquid, giving it a deep and sinister look.

"You are a man to be respected, and a man to be feared."

In the face of the High Lord's joking questioning, the Mother of Light, Zera, spun around her crystal-like body, her light voice echoing through the hall as the halo shone:

"Tyrion. Dawnblade, I can see through the fate of all the creatures of the stars, but the more this happens, the more reluctant I am to approach you."

"Oh? Why? ”

The High Lord took a sip of the icy blood wine, his ice-blue eyes staring at the Mother of Light in front of him, his fingers sliding slightly in the air at his hand, a black light beating at his fingertips, like a dangerous game, he said to Zela:

"I think I'm actually a very good person to deal with, I'm a person, I've always been very generous, very generous, my friends think so Zela, do you have a different opinion on this?"

Zela was silent for a moment, she didn't seem to be used to this kind of small talk before the battle between the two sides, and in the face of Tyrion's endless and strange questions, the Mother of Light did not hide it, but calmly spoke her opinion.

"I know a lot about you, Tyrion, I know that under the cold exterior, you are also doing great acts of salvation, but for salvation itself, you interpret it very darkly, maybe because of what you have experienced in the past, as for why I am reluctant to come near you, it is because, I do not see your fate, there is no past, no present, no future in my eyes, Tyrion, you are a creature who should not appear."

Zela's golden crystal body slowly unfolded, like a living person stretching his shoulders:

"In the vast stars, the threads of fate of countless creatures are intertwined with each other, and the invisible hands weave the river of fate that makes up the entire stars, it is an extremely spectacular scene, the Creator's arrangement of the fate of the world and the world is like a beautiful carpet, sadly, mortals can only see the back of the carpet, those messy threads and messy patterns, if you can't get rid of it, you will never be able to see the beautiful front of the fate composed of countless tragedies and sacrifices at the end, that is a truly beautiful world."

"And a creature like me, who can stand on the edge of the long river of fate, and trace all the way back along some strange line of fate, this star, in my eyes, has no secrets. But you, you are like a gangrene in the long river of fate, a singularity"

"It's like a source of infection that constantly exudes a strange virus, the fate of any creature that comes into contact with you will be changed and swallowed, and the originally clear future will be pulled into chaos, I see! More than one! ”

"Aurelia, Arthas, Medivan, Varian, Sylvanas, Sal, Gianna too much, too many!"

The golden light on Zela's body swirled endlessly across the crystal's body, and the light became sharper and sharper, even beginning to reflect a cold luster like steel.

"You are like a black hole, Tyrion, the longer you stay in Azeroth, the more your black hole of fate is distorting the future, until now, this planet, this world, even Elune, even the sleeping star spirit, her fate, her future, has been dragged into chaos."

"I can't judge whether the chaos of the future is good or bad, I just want to let the perfect future that I see realize the future of this world is unpredictable, this is not the blessed land of the Holy Light Legion, I will not come here again, I will not even look here again! I'm going to take Illidan, the Child of Light and Darkness, the most important piece of the puzzle for the future in my eyes! ”

Zela's voice became extremely stubborn at this moment:

"That's my only request!"

And in the face of Zela's request, leaning back in the command chair, sipping the cold blood wine, the Great Lord shook his head after listening to Zela's narration, he drank the wine in his hand, and put the frost-wrapped cup in his hand on the operating table behind him, he crossed his fingers, squinted his eyes, and looked at the imposing Mother of Light in front of him, after a few seconds of silence, Tyrion said softly:

"So, let me tell you a little secret, Zela. ”

"It's a secret I've never told anyone, not even my wife and daughter."

"I hate you who claim to be able to see through fate and see the future, whether it's you, or Viren, or Medivan, etc., it's not a commendable thing to be called a prophet, you should know better than anyone else, the future is full of variables, you can't see all the future, you're not even sure if what you see is the real future but, I can!"

In front of the eyes of the Mother of Light, the Great Lord stood up, and between the ten fingers of his hands, heavy ash messengers and apocalypse wrapped in black fire appeared between his hands, and at the moment when he held the hilt of the sword, the cold breath condensed into a substantial frost aura on Tyrion's body, and at the moment when the crystals under his feet were frozen, Tyrion's eerie and cold voice sounded in the hall of holy light like a howling cold wind:

"I can see all the future you claim to be, and before you see the light and shadow of those futures, I have experienced the real future!"

"I hate you, because you're just a bunch of bastards who talk about how powerful fate is and how fate cannot be disobeyed! You are scared of the future! ”

"Zela, there is no fate at all!"

Tyrion's figure suddenly disappeared in place, and the sharp light around the Mother of Light also flew out in all directions like the rising sun at this moment, and an ancestor Naru's control of the holy light had pointed directly to the essence of power, and under the call of Zela, those golden lines of light were no longer spreading outward, but "born" from the shadows of darkness.

It is like the first rays of light born in the darkest of the stars when they are born.

For the first time, the invincible death raid of the Great Lord had been forcibly interrupted, and the moment the cold death power sparked appeared, it would be dispelled by the warm light, like snow in the sun, and melt away in an instant.

But if the surprise attack fails, attack head-on!

The twin swords in Tyrion's hands flipped over, crossing and pulling out pitch-black sword shadows in the air, and between Zela's Naru body, the strange band of light composed of holy light swayed between the halls, like a shield of holy light without dead ends, blocking every line of Tyrion's attack.

"Knort"

The High Lord returned to the counter, his wrist flipped and released the two long swords, the blades suspended in the air, and at the High Lord's feet, a severed crystal shard was glittering, and on Tyrion's arm, there was a wound filled with holy light.

"Smack"

The High Lord clapped his hands, as if the warm-up was over, he raised his head and looked at Zera, who was humming low in the light, and he shouted in a loud voice:

"The greeting is over, next, it's time to get serious"

"But before we begin, Zela, I have a little question: in the phantom you saw, the so-called perfect future, in the picture where you saw Illidan uniting with the Titan spirits to seal the Dark Titan Sargeras forever, did you see yourself?" 2k reading web