Veron could barely remember how long he had wandered among the realms with his people after leaving Argus. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

If it weren't for Naru's constant encouragement to him, I'm afraid he would have given up at this time.

Agus had become his own dream—and Veron couldn't tell what his hometown meant.

Sometimes Wei Lun will also quietly think: Is the wanderer destined to have nothing?

In his life, Wei Lun sensed countless "fates", and he was called a prophet because of this, but Wei Lun himself knew that all this was just because he was more able to grasp the pulse of fate.

What kind of reason is there in itself, what kind of result is likely to be produced in the end - all Vilun can do is to lead his people to choose the best outcome.

Although this best result made him lose his closest person, it also made all the Delanees become their dearest people.

The thousand-year-old journey of escape has made Velen cautious.

When someone offered to unite themselves against the orcs, Velons nearly vetoed the offer.

Of course, it was almost a veto.

Accepting this offer, Velen re-examines himself, whether he has forgotten something because he is used to following the footsteps of fate.

At the joint meeting, Velen saw the shadow mentioned by fate. That panda man called Drunken Wind seems to be the biggest turning point in his fate.

At this time, Velun finally realized that because he was used to making his "best" choice, he finally forgot "his" best choice.

"Not all wanderers have lost themselves."

Originally, Wei Lun thought that he had understood this sentence - didn't he just insist on choosing?

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However, when he saw his son die in his arms, Velen collapsed.

Is this the torture of fate for the watchers? Let yourself face one tragedy after another step by step, and there is nothing you can do?

"Nope! I don't want to be like that! ”

Velen tried to convince himself, but he didn't succeed, he felt that he was stuck in a strange circle: if he followed "fate" or broke "fate", both of which were destined by "fate", then where should he go?

But someone persuaded Veron-Venucci.

This little crusher broke Velon's perception of "fate".

In what Viren saw, the Breakers had completely lost the favor of the Light and would seek the help of the elements.

Velon, too, didn't want to believe that the Light would abandon anyone—but fate was the way it was, so Veron chose to accept it.

As Venucci set himself on fire with the light, Velen felt the blazing light slap him in the face.

When did you start to be superstitious about the so-called "fate", and even to doubt the Holy Light for granted? When he left Argus, didn't he have the belief that his fate was in his own hands?

In the battle against Kil'Gardan, Velen set up the circle, exhausted his strength, and lay on the ground, looking up at the sky of Draenor.

Velen began to think about his trajectory.

It is because of the courage to resist that I have come to this day. The Prophet made him see the evil of the devil, but his over-reliance on this prophet also limited his heart, which was not what he wanted—he was lost because of the prophet's prescience!

Finally, when facing the fallen Muru, Velun did not choose the arrangement of fate.

He refused to be retained by the drunken wind and walked quietly towards Muru.

Veren felt that his life had turned into holy light, purifying Muru, the divine light dispelled the shadows, expelled the evil, and as he grew old rapidly, the Muru in front of him was gradually reborn.

"Are you going to die?"

Just when Veren thought his fate was over, once again, he heard the call of the Light.

"Kid, you're here."

- Just like when Veron first met Naru 10,000 years ago.

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Surprise!

Everyone looked up at the two Naru floating in mid-air.

Although Drunken Wind couldn't understand Naru's language, he could sense a familiarity in the whispers of one of Naru.

At this time, Kilgardan also felt the breath of Velon.

"Naru? Veron, my most respected brother, you abandoned our Eredar to join the lackeys of the Light? ”

It's hard to describe how Kilgardan felt at this moment.

At this moment, the fraudster even feels like a complete loser!

Obviously, he exhausted the new opportunity, and finally blocked the old rival in Draenor; Obviously, it took countless years of hard work to act in a cannibalistic performance; Obviously, he dragged them down and let Naozu corrupt his faith! Shouldn't Velon's collapse at this moment?

Why did Velen become the most admired in his heart? Why is his mentality still so peaceful?

The fraudster finally tore off his disguise of sowing discord and demagogy, and began to rely on pure power to vent the endless anger in his heart.

Kil'Gardan relentlessly called out the shadow energy, and the sky darkened, and shadows shrouded the Dark Temple as the earth trembled.

The furious energy tore apart the circle of holy light, Kil'Gardan twisted his neck, and then began to tear the space around him frantically.

A terrifying spatial rift was generated, and spatial convection was even formed between the rifts, which made Draenor, who was already in spatial turmoil, even more unstable.

Rushing to the missing platform on the third floor of the Dark Temple again, the bodies of the expeditionary coalition had been torn out by the space.

"Kudran, Sylvanas, Onexia, and Rul, go and gather the soldiers and the black dragon, and get out of here - and, watch the gnome!" Lothar shouted, "It's enough to leave me, Drunkard, Ruhl, and Khadgar here!" ”

"I'd better stay, Ruhr and take them to Stormkeep! If you can't do it, leave Draenor! Marlad shook his head and stood behind Lothar, "I can't do anything about it once, and I don't want to do it again." ”

After much persuasion, Ruhl released a king's blessing to Malrad, and then ascended to Stormkeep with the Draenei soldiers.

The demons were dead, the coalition forces were withdrawn, and the Dark Temple suddenly became bare. Kilgardan is still trying to destabilize Draenor's space, trying to bring himself into this world as soon as possible.

"Everyone, attack! We can't let the demons enter completely, or we'll all be dead! Lothar shouted, kicking off the battle of Draenor's life.