Blood ties are sometimes not enough to make a man a good father, or a boy a true son of man.

The bloodlines connected to each other only become the most basic source of relatives and family affection, but if you want to truly conclude a deeper relationship with relatives, in addition to the connection of bloodlines, you also need to spend enough time and considerable energy to operate and cultivate.

The emotions of flesh and blood are very complex ethical relationships, and this is not a sacred ritual that can be accomplished by relying on data or blood alone.

But on the other hand, if just because of the connection of blood, the father can love the child and let the child respect the father, then there will be many less human tragedies in this world, but unfortunately, these things, just like the direction of the world, will never run according to the wishful will of mortals.

Just like Viren and Rakish

Rakish means "butcher" in Ereda, and of course Viren doesn't name his children "butchers", which is the name given to Viren's children by Kilgardan after Viren's escape from Argus, and the dark wisdom of the fraudster makes him see the potential in Lakish, and he is very angry because of Viren's betrayal, and he is determined to punish Viren in his own way.

Kil'Gardan raised the son of Viren in his own way, he used him as a weapon, as a pawn, watered him with cruelty and blood, fed him with madness and malice, performed evil rituals for him himself, dedicated him to the mighty Eredar Demon, and encouraged him to unleash the anger and pain in his heart as a response to the world, and to spread the fire of anger on the worlds of the stars.

Over the past millennia, Rakish has done everything Kil'Gardan has done perfectly, and under the watchful eye of the fraudsters, Rakish has completed the forging process as a long-hidden weapon, and it is time to punish the "disloyaltious" with this weapon.

Kilgardan is well aware that Rakish's strength is nothing compared to his old friend Viren, and Rakish himself knows this, but neither of these two people who are indulging in the pain of betrayal and the burning will for revenge don't care.

In this group of stars, not everyone's life is used to pursue beautiful things, there are always some people who are born to be part of the darkness, and their stories from life to death have nothing to do with light.

"Click, click, click"

At the bottom of Naru's Seat, on the altar that should have been filled with golden light, the crystal body of Naruvolos, who had sheltered the Draenei for 25,000 years, had been shattered by the bombardment of the evil hammer, and the scattered crystals flew into the dark corners of the hall, as if the most perfect crystal sculpture had been smashed by force.

Sparks of evil energy and holy light collided in the darkness, like dazzling lightning traveling around in the darkness, dispelling the gloomy darkness, and the moment the golden light lit up, Viren's roar rang out behind Lakish's evil mech.

"Demons! What have you done! ”

Along with the roar, there was also a chain of holy light that roared out like a dragon lance, the powerful spell formed by the convergence of pure holy light, like a long whip of glow condensed out of thin air, slammed Rakish's evil mech, the demon general raised his arm, and the steel body blessed with a small shield tried to block the blow, but Rakish underestimated the power of the holy light that his old father unleashed under the rage.

"Click"

The steel arm of the evil mecha was wrapped around the long whip of holy light, and between the flicks of Viren's wrist, the heavy steel golem was pulled up from the spot, and was thrown from the holy platform to the edge of the dark hall, Viren's other hand was raised, and in the golden light lingering, a heavy and condensed holy light war hammer fell from the sky, just like the judgment of the paladin, and smashed into the front of Lakish's evil mecha, smashing the steel that protected the core of the mecha out of a clear depression.

After this merciless double attack, another divine confinement descended from the sky, and the golden chains wrapped around the body of the evil mech, imprisoning Rakish and his weapons of war in place with divine power.

The Prophet who had completed the confinement cast took a few breaths with his staff, and the intense energy activity caused the wounds in his abdomen and back to burst, and between the blood flowed, the breathing of an old man like Viren became heavy, and he staggered forward a few steps, lying on the edge of the altar of Naru's seat, throwing his staff aside, and the old prophet searched for the fragments of Naru in front of him with his blood-stained hands.

Naru's body is the carrier of the holy soul for this creature of light, but for Naru, the most important thing is still the heart of light in the center of the body, just as the heart of light still exists after Zera's body was destroyed by Tyrion, and now that Volos's body is destroyed, as long as Volos's heart of light is still there, after the blessing of the sacred ritual, the weakened Naru can still be resurrected.

"Here, found it!"

From the fragment of holy light of the Sanctuary stained with evil liquid, Viren trembled and picked up a shield-shaped golden crystal three times the size of a mortal's heart, in which he could sense Volos's energy activity, although it was very weak, it was enough to prove that Naru was still alive, and there was still hope.

But just as Viren took the Heart of Light out of the fragments, behind him, the evil mecha that had lost its arm roared like a manic monster in the surge of magical energy, tearing the seal that Viren had lowered with the Holy Light, and in the roar of Lakish, the heavily damaged mecha rushed out of the darkness in the posture of a rugby player, and slammed into the shield of holy light outside Viren's body.

The power of this 5-meter-tall evil mecha was terrifying, and under this sudden impact, Viren was also knocked away, rolling on the ground for several weeks, and the Heart of Holy Light in his hand was even more jumped and thrown into the darkness, like a lamppost shining faintly in the darkness.

"Old fellow! Old guys! ”

Rakish roared wildly, and he manipulated the evil mecha to frantically pound Viren's shield of holy light, like a madman:

"Is there only light in your heart? The Light is everything to you, right? You abandoned your wife, you abandoned your son, just for this damn light, right? The Light is dead! Your Light is dying today! You're going to die too! ”

The evil mecha controlled by the demon Ereda spewed out a scorching evil flame from the jet port behind it, slashed a trajectory in the air, and landed on the ground where the heart of light fell, wanting to completely destroy Volos's weak heart of light.

"Demons! I don't care about you! ”

Viren's fists were clenched, and the golden light wrapped around his fists, and the old prophet was like a fighting fighter, punching and punching the steel body of the evil mecha that pressed his body, and with the blessing of divine power, each of Viren's punches could leave a clear mark on the surging evil energy.

The Prophet is not only an excellent spellcaster, in the Jardine Contest in the world of Argus, the young Viren, also won several gladiatorial championships, of course, his fighting skills are not stronger than those real warriors, but in this critical situation, the Prophet's power exploded, under the bombardment of several fists, he still pushed the heavy evil mecha up.

"Click"

Viren grabbed the ejector behind the evil mecha, and in the scorching scorching evil flame, Viren's holy light exploded, and he grabbed the flame jet pipe from the mecha and threw it aside, he took a few steps back and picked up his Redeemer's Staff from the ground, the triangular golden emblem surging in the darkness behind him, as if covering the embarrassed prophet with a golden veil of light.

It makes him seem so sacred.

"You demons! We will never understand what the Light means to us! ”

In the surging of divine anger, Viren swung his staff, and the holy light exploded in the next moment, as if dozens of cannonballs exploded at the same time, and the huge amount of holy light that surged endlessly poured into the tattered evil energy mecha in front of him, filling every energy channel of this evil creation with scorching holy light.

The evil energy flowing in the mecha conduit collided violently with the holy light, and in the midst of several low explosions, the evil crop made by the crazy technicians of the Burning Legion finally reached the critical point of scrapping, and when the engine was also destroyed, the miserable General Lakish was thrown directly out of the exploding mech.

"Ahh

The demon's whole body was ignited by the golden flames of holy light, and he was like a poor prisoner at the stake, rolling wildly on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames of holy light burning on his body.

This is an extremely warm healing energy for mortals, and for a creature like a demon whose whole body is full of negative energy, it is like the most terrible toxin, as long as it is touched, it can be uncomfortable for a whole day.

With the staff of the redeemer, he stood in the hall of the messy Naru's Seat, he looked at the general Ereda wailing in the sacred flames in front of him, there was not a trace of pity in his eyes, this demon did too evil, he killed all the draenei who guarded Naru in the entire hall of Naru's seat, and his hands were stained with the blood of the people who belonged to Viren.

It's not a pity for him to die!

However, even in the terrifying flames that burned every inch of skin, the Demon General Ereda, who had gone completely crazy in Viren's eyes, was still questioning Viren with a suppressed cry of pain in that wail of pain.

"Old thing! What the Light has given you! Let you sell all your souls to it! ”

"You idiot! Idiot! You failed her! You failed her! ”

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to wash away the shame you've brought me! Viren! Viren! Did you hear that? I'll kill you! ”

This miserable and strange wail made the Prophet feel quite uneasy in his heart, and he felt a strange uneasiness in his heart, he did not want to stay in this place, he wanted to leave this place.

Before leaving, he looked back at the madman Demon Ereda who had gradually lost his life in the flames of the Holy Light, and he said in a deep voice:

"I don't know why you hate me so much, I don't know why you want to listen to Kil'Gardan, I don't know you at all, I haven't met you, but for us, the Light is important, and the Light is the home of all Draenei!"

"You can hate me, but don't hate the Light, Ereda, it will save your dark soul, no matter what evil you do."

Veren's words gave the dying Eredar demon one last sneer, and General Rakish leaned his burned body against the melted crystal wall behind him, the twisted armor on his face already congealed with the flesh of his face, but perhaps, that would be fine

"Phew!"

The Demon General weakly retorted:

"I don't need the Light to save me, Viren, everyone in this city needs healing, and so do you"

"Hehe, you call me a monster"

"Viren, you're the monster! You are a monster made by the Light! ”

"You're going to be 10,000 times uglier than me!"

The insults of the dying Lakish did not make Viren have any special thoughts, in fact, this was not the first time he had been insulted by the demon, and he didn't care about the thinking of these fallen creatures, he looked at the demon in front of him who was about to take his last breath, he always felt a little uneasy in his heart, and as the demon in front of him became weaker and weaker, that uneasiness was rapidly increasing.

The unexplained panic made the Prophet want to flee the place, and he turned and walked towards Volos's Heart of Light, which had been thrown in the dark hall, but just before the Prophet could touch the Heart of Light, a soft cough rang out from the darkness farther away.

The familiar cold aura made the embarrassed prophet look up sharply, and he saw Tyrion walking out of the darkness. Dawn Blade, the appearance of the great lord has not changed, but the strange thing is that this time he appeared wearing a very gorgeous robe, and even coquettishly embellished with white lace trim on his wrists and neckline, a black bow tie on his straight shirt, and even his hair was meticulously combed.

It looks like you're at a dance party.

This dress made the Prophet froze for a moment, and the Great Lord, who held a black gentleman's staff, looked at the confusion in the Prophet's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to straighten his collar, and with a strange smile on his indifferent face, he said to the Prophet:

"Well, I've just watched a wonderful drama and it's about to enter the most emotional **, I think it's time for me to come out and I think, at this time, I should dress up to show my appreciation for the dedication of the two actors."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

The Prophet was not in the mood to chat with the High Lord at this time, so he picked up Volos' Heart of Light, and he asked:

"What are you doing here again? You murdered Zela, you brutally killed the Surrogate of the Light, you're not my friend anymore! ”

"No, no, no, Viren, my friend, none of that matters!"

Tyrion glanced at General Rakish, who was about to breathe behind Viren, his eyes narrowed, and he whispered:

"I'm here for something more important! Oh, by the way, did I forget to tell you that behind you, the poor young man lying there, he has another name besides the ugly name of Rakish"

"What's his name?"

"Nuri, right? Nouri. Viren! He is the Great Prophet, of Viren, the Son! ”

"You just coldly and seriously injured your own son, and you have witnessed him die little by little, look at you, Viren, what you have done is simply cold blood for a villain like me!"

Tyrion patted his robes, and he calmly looked at the prophet whose face had changed drastically, and he asked softly:

"Now, tell me, Viren, the homicide beast, who is more evil, you or me?" 2k reading web