"Bang"

Falling from the three-story platform, the prophet Viren fell to the ground in embarrassment, he trembled and stretched out his hand, pulled out the blade of death stuck in his abdomen, and threw the blood-stained blade aside, the power of death flowed in his body, so that the originally strong and gentle holy light could not heal his wounds.

But the pain didn't bother Viren's sanity, and he scrambled to his feet, bracing himself with the staff of the redeemer at hand, and he looked up at Vihari at the edge of the platform at the top of Naru's Seat, the traitor who had backstabbed him with his own hand and pushed him into the darkness

At the top of Naaru's Seat, Vihari was also looking at the Prophet, the memories of the past, the tragedy of the destruction of the city of Tymor, her frantic search for survivors in the ruins, the despair of criing over the corpses that had been torn apart by the wreath of the orcs, the children who should have had a happy future, their cold corpses, the dim eyes that had lost all hope, the hellish scenes.

Those experiences were rolling in Vihari's heart, and all of them may have been the destined tragedy of the Draenei, but the prophet in front of him also had an unshirkable responsibility.

"You're a good person, but you're not a good leader"

Vihari, who has experienced the real hell, left tears at this moment, not because of emotion or the joy of revenge, but simply sad for the torture that her compatriots have experienced, and despair for what she has experienced.

She burst into tears like a weak girl, but forced herself to stand there and watch the prophet's final end.

It's not just, it's even a bit vexatious, but it's a woman's revenge, and you can't expect a woman who is about to be driven crazy by a cruel life to be sane.

The seat of Naaru, which had been filled with light, had become dim and gloomy like a dark hell in the midst of the surge of evil energy, and the great rebellion that Vihari had done to the Prophet was also seen by the Elect of Light who came with her, and these loyal followers of the Prophet let out a cry of rage, and they fought off the demons with their weapons, and then pressed towards Vihari with hatred.

Vihari didn't care about the warriors who surrounded her behind her, she didn't care.

"Stay away from her!"

A shout rang out from the shadows around Naaru's Seat, and with that shout, hundreds of black-clad agents burst out of the cavernous portal, silently brandishing their weapons, and in the midst of blood splatters, led by the Blood Watchers, rushed into the positions of the elect of the Light, and began to fight them, driving them away from the dejected Vihari.

"Look at your expression, is it not going well today? Miss Vihari? ”

The shadow of the deputy head of the Darkblade Intelligence Bureau came to Vihari's ears with a hint of teasing, and the high-ranking agent in uniform and mask stepped forward with the hilt of the sword at her waist, she took a handkerchief from her pocket, handed it to Vihari, and then patted the hoof girl on the shoulder, whispering comfort in her ear:

"Don't worry, life is like this, everything is going to get worse and worse!"

"That's not like a comforting word!"

Wihari wiped the water from the corners of her eyes, she looked at the Prophet in the darkness below, and she whispered:

"I'm done with everything I'm supposed to do, I don't want to stay here anymore, I want to go back to Draenor, go to a place where no one knows me for the rest of my life, or just do a civilian job in the base camp."

"It's all done? Are you sure? ”

The shadow looked at Vihari beside her suspiciously, rubbing her chin with her black-gloved fingers, and then asked playfully:

"If you're telling the truth, why is your voice so shaky?"

"Because, I'm about to kill a really good man, right here"

Vihari closed his eyes and said to the shadow in a somber voice:

"Just now, that tortured woman, that pathetic and poor Vihari died, she completed the last thing in her heart, and then I killed it with my own hands, everything in the past, those hatreds, those stubbornness, will be completely dissipated with the death of Viren I believe that you have done so much, you are destined not to let him live again, right?"

"Yes, the prophet is destined to die today."

The shadow looked back at the electors of the Holy Light who were overwhelmed by the Darkblade agents behind him, and the golden light and shadow illuminated the dark place like a light in their counterattack, representing that the plan of "the Holy Light will be extinguished" finally entered the final stage without danger.

She reached out and grabbed Vihari's slender waist and whispered to the supernumerary agent:

"Very well, now that you have severed the bonds of the past, then continue to live in Shatar City in a new identity, Director Mavi and I are both expecting you to do this, so you better not disappoint us Remember why you hate Viren so much, remember what kind of suffering Viren's cowardice has brought to you and your people, and you don't want to be what he used to be in the future."

"Now you can go, and we'll take care of the rest."

Shadow reached out and helped Vihari straighten his somewhat disheveled clothes, and she hugged the Delaney agent she had recruited into the Darkblade Intelligence Bureau one last time, and she gently patted Vihari on the back and said to Hoof:

"Goodbye! Tyrant"

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"Ah, Venerable Viren"

In the dark hall at the bottom of Naru's Seat, the Prophet who fell into this place was also in trouble, he heard the scream of Naruvolos, although he was also seriously injured, the Prophet still gritted his teeth, crutched his staff, and walked to the Sanctum where Volos was, but at the moment when he stepped out of the darkness, with the scream of gears and magic engines, and with the shaking of the earth, a red-painted, hideous magical mecha moved out from the direction of the Sanctuary and blocked the Prophet's eyes.

This oversized machine made of evil-forged steel has a violent and obscure style, it inherits the brutality of the Legion's creations, and in addition to the thick, sharp steel claws, there are several vents that can shoot pure evil flames, and the machine is obviously specially modified, and as it moves, the corrosive demonic energy escapes across the land, polluting the sacred land where Naru is located into a land of evil power.

The connection between Naruvolos and the Holy Light in Shatar City was interrupted by the interference of this escaping evil power, so that the weakened Naru could not draw power from the Origin Holy Light, and between the escape of the huge amount of evil energy in the surrounding air, Volos's shining body was also being infected little by little.

"I've finally waited for you!"

A hoarse, undisguised voice of hatred and hostility came from the cockpit of the evil mech, and in Viren's vision, he could see that in the cockpit, a red-skinned, distorted mask, shirtless Demon General Ereda was piloting the evil weapon, destroying the last hope of the Draenei.

This caused the Prophet to feel unspeakable anger.

The Prophet's anger seemed to be sensed by General Ereda who was piloting the magical mecha, and he took a step back from the evil weapon, and in the Prophet's angry gaze, the evil weapon spewed out dark green scorching flames from the jet pipe behind him, and put the weakened Naruvolos on the rear altar into the encirclement of the evil fire, causing the Naru to groan in pain again.

"Listen! Your Naru is screaming, it's dying"

General Lakish, who was operating the evil mecha, looked at Viren in the darkness in front of him, he knew that it was his father, and the same blood flowed in his veins, and although Viren had looked old in the endless time, he could still see from his face that he looked like when he was young, and that face was very similar to the current General Lakish.

However, the Demon General Ereda did not have the slightest joy in his heart, there was no excitement to reunite with his father, and there was no warm words to say to his father.

When he saw Viren, what shone in Lakish's heart was the scene of his poor mother calling his father's name alone when she was dying, Lakish hated the man in front of him, 25,000 years ago, it was he who abandoned his young son and his seriously ill wife, it was Viren who coldly left their mother and son in the world of Argus to die!

Kilgardan was right, his father, Viren, was never a man to be respected, he was just a sanctimonious coward! His pedigree brings only shame and not a trace of glory!

"Bang"

Rakish's inner anger rolled, and he manipulated the mech's fist and slammed it against the crystal wall of Naru's Seat, and in the sound of the crystal shattering like glass, he shouted in a voice full of hatred:

"But no one can save this pathetic tangram, not even you! Viren you have failed your world, you have failed those who have expected of you, your departure has made Kilgardan very sad, you betrayed him! You have betrayed your brother! You should have stood with him, no matter what existed in front of you! You should all face it with him! You coward! ”

The voice shouted by General Ereda, whom Viren had never seen before, made the prophet's expression change slightly at this moment, and Viren realized that the masked demon in front of him seemed to know a lot about him.

"Did Kilgardan tell you this?"

Viren was on the staff of the redeemer, and he was stalling for time as he spoke to the demon general in front of him in a deep voice.

There was something wrong with the dagger that Vihari used to stab him, the power contained in the dagger was extremely cold, and after entering the body, it was like a spider web, locking the connection of the holy light at Viren's wound, and making the holy light in the prophet's body very obscure, in such a situation, it was not a good idea to start a war with the evil mecha in front of him.

Viren had to break through the death shackles in his body before he could get his power flowing again, but it wasn't an easy job, and it took some time for him to do it.

"Tell me! Demons, did this all that Kilgardan told you? ”

Rakish did not answer, and the prophet's voice became deeper:

"You are an Ereda, a demon, you should have experienced the tragedy of Sargeras washing away our Argus with evil powers, Kil'Gardan told you that I cowardly escaped, but did he tell you that back then, it was the lie that he and Akmund coveted the power of the Dark Tyta, and it was Argus who took the initiative to open the door to the depths of the stars"

"Dark green destructive energy surged from the star core of the world of Argus, and the power of the Dark Titan tore our world apart, turning our homeland into a demon-infested hell, and Kilgardan and Akmund called that destruction "blessing"! They want me to receive that "blessing" with them! They expect me to become a demon with them! ”

Viren raised his head, and the divine light shone in his eyes:

"He called me a coward?"

"He grovels in the face of the Burning Legion, and I choose to keep fighting! Who are the real cowards? You've been deceived by him! Demon, you have been deceived by your master! He's always been so good at deceiving, like now, with a clumsy lie, he sent you here to die."

A flash of holy light slowly lit up in Viren's palm, the prophet narrowed his eyes, sensing the holy light that began to flow again in his body, he looked at the evil mecha in front of him, and he whispered:

"Go back, Ereda, while you can turn back!"

"Turn back?"

After listening to Viren's explanation, Rakish looked at the triangular Holy Light Emblem slowly emerging behind Viren, which meant that the power of the Prophet had been restored, and the scorching Holy Light made Lakish feel a strong threat, but he didn't care.

The demon let out a low, desolate laugh as he manipulated the evil mech to raise his hands as if in surrender.

"Okay, okay, I throw in the towel! I'm leaving."

"But before leaving, I have one last thing to do"

Under Viren's gaze, he slowly retreated until he was close to the weakened body of Naruvolos, and the next moment, Lakish manipulated the evil mecha, overloading all the power in the engine, and between the dark green lightning lingering, in a sound like breaking glass, Volos's holy light body was smashed by the evil mecha.

"No!"

In the midst of Viren's angry roar, Rakish turned his head, and the General Ereda let out a madman's laugh:

"Ahhh To hell with the Holy Light that you depend on for your livelihood! Viren! You ridiculous leader! You lying wretch! You failed father! ”

"Next, only you and I are left with hatred."