Azeroth’s Death Track

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The death raven landed on the upper platform of Shattrath, which attracted many people to exclaim.

Most of the exiles have never seen such a huge beast, and the raven exiles whispered to the surrounding people about the power of the raven raven, but after Tyraine and Yrel jumped from the raven After that, all the discussion stopped at this moment.

Everyone knows these two death knights, and most importantly, no one likes them.

But this time, the draenei guard of Shattras learned the lesson. When the death knight arrived, he specially arranged a lot of paladins throughout the escort, and finally there was no big trouble.

When Tyrion and Yrel walked into Naruadal's hall, opposite and to their sides, members of different forces also walked into the hall.

As soon as the three forces met, the atmosphere instantly became worse.

"bass"

Danas Trollbane, who had just entered the hall, withdrew the battle axe behind his backhand, but at the moment he rushed towards Tyrion, the heavy light power imprisoned the human general.

"Disgusting dead man!"

Danas struggled to get rid of his shackles, he broke his mouth and yelled, but Tyrion didn't seem to hear the abusive voice at all. He just looked at the pedestrian in front of him with interest.

Probably in order to show respect, the commanders of the Alliance Advance Forces gathered here, Danas Torbain, Archmage Khadgar, Kudran Wildman, and the Paladin Turalyon wearing robes, One Aurelia is missing. The lady is now training in the Dark Temple. She has not recovered from her previous experience.

"Kadgar!"

Tyrion said in an empty voice:

"Mr. Medivh didn't ask you to do something?"

The death knight narrowed his eyes. He took a black soul stone from the storage ring and tapped it on the tip of his finger. The screams of Mr. Nilas Elan came from the soul stone, letting the eyes The face of the group changed greatly. Tyrion looked at the silent Archmage. He whispered:

"For example, to recover the soul of his dear father..."

Faced with this kind of provocation, the Archmage clenched his fists, but in the end, he still did not attack on the spot. As a mature mage, Khadgar knew what was most important now.

And while Tyrion greeted the alliance commanders, behind him, the death knight Yrel also saw the people walking across.

The prophet of the draenei, the leader of the exile race, wearing a white robe and holding the redemption staff, every step of the way, the old draenei, the old draenei, will shine.

While Yrel saw Velen, Velen also saw Yrel wearing black heavy armor, his eyes dark red, and death energy wrapped around his body. The eyes of the old prophet widened at this moment. Breathing was a little messy, and walking was a little faster.

Obviously, he also recognized Yrel.

"Yrel, my child..."

Velen watched Yrel's cursed gesture at this time, unmasked pain flashed in his eyes, his fingers clenched the staff, and even the black rosary in his hand was tightly held.

"My poor child, what kind of nightmare did you experience?"

Velen’s voice is sad, and Yrel can be sure that this is not a weak disguise. Velen has always been such a compassionate man, but his heart has been suppressed for ten years of anger and hatred. The moment I saw Velen, Erupted like an erupting volcano.

"Stop! Prophet!"

Yrel raised her hand, the dark red light beating at her fingertips, she looked at Velen in front of her eyes, she whispered:

"Don't get closer...otherwise I can't help but throw the weapon at your hypocritical face!"

"Nightmare? I did experience a lot of nightmares. During the 10 years when you abandoned us and threw the people in the Temple of Karapo, I would experience that nightmare every night. Those orcs slaughtered our people wantonly, They polluted the Temple of Karapo. Those children, my countrymen, died in the dark ruins... do you know what I remember most?"

The red light in Yrel’s eyes jumped more and more fiercely. She stepped forward and clenched her fists, almost saying one by one from between her teeth:

"I will never forget that you escaped from the back of the Temple of Karapo under the **** of the sergeant! There are nearly ten thousand people behind you whose life and death are unknown, and you are so determined... I will never forget! Velen, I You will never forget your betrayal of the people!"

"coward!"

Yrel’s hateful voice, like a whip full of thorns, lashed **** Velen’s heart, leaving the old prophet pale, and it seemed that he returned to the day when the Temple of Karapo fell 10 years ago. In the contempt of Er's eyes, he took two steps back, and his original spirit became languishing, as if he had been defeated by will.

Yrel's fingers pointed to all the draenei in front of him.

"You are all cowards one by one!"

The old prophet's straight back rickets, this is probably the first time he has been so questioned by the dead, but this does not mean that he has a clear conscience, and it is not just him, De Lai, who followed Velen The Nepalese dare not look directly at Yrel's eyes.

The deceased's eyes made them feel desperate.

The commanders of the Alliance Advance Forces are not aware of the internal affairs of the draenei, but this does not prevent them from watching all this, especially the dwarf Kudran, his eyes narrowed from time to time with a flash of interest, He almost picked up a jug of wine and sat on the side to watch the play.

Of course, this meeting is very important, so hatred can't be allowed to spread like this. Adal's moderate voice sounded in everyone's mind, breaking this embarrassing confrontation.

"You don’t waste time on unnecessary disputes. I believe that you can come here for peace. If so, why don’t you put down the barriers and talk about peace? "

Tyrion ignored Naru’s mediation. He looked back at his subordinates. Yrel’s body was trembling. Obviously, her current emotions were out of control. So, for the dead, the emotions are too rich. a good thing...

"Need a break? Yrel?"

Tyrion’s voice passed into Yrel’s ear, and the topic that the two had chatted on the death raven once again rang in Yrel’s mind, looking at his hateful Prophet Velen, looking at his rickety Physically, watching his crushed will and spirit, Yrel felt a hint of pleasure, but as Tyrion said, after that pleasure disappeared, the endless emptiness swept her mind.

Was she just resurrected for the present scene?

Did she come here to see Velen's disappointed face?

Is her future destined to be entangled with all these entanglements?

Do not! not like this...

"it's over!"

Yrel shuddered and forced herself to calm down. She took a deep look at Velen as if to engrave his posture in her mind at this time. Finally, she took a step back and stood behind Tyrion. She said softly:

"It's over, Velen. There is no longer any relationship between us. I used to serve the Holy Light and regard it as the meaning of my life, and now...I am free, nothing more."

"The corpses of all the victims are stored in the Temple of Karapo. If you really want to confess and want to say sorry to your people..."

Tyrion looked at the draenei prophet in front of him, and he said quietly:

"The door to the dark temple is always open for you."

"This is the internal affairs of the draenei!"

A voice rang behind Velen, a tall draenei garrison wearing a golden armor embellished with jewels and carrying a purple crystal warhammer. He stared at Tyrion and said in a deep voice:

"Between your bad criticism, we will soon send people to the ruins of the Temple of Karapo to take our people back to where they should be!"

"Oh, it looks like you are not happy with me, Delaney."

Tyrion looked at the garrison in front of him, and he said unreservedly:

"You think I occupy your territory? Temple of Karapo? Ruins of Auchinton? Do you think I did something wrong? Playing with corpses? Playing with souls?"

"Is not it?"

This tall draenei seemed to be irritated, he shouted loudly:

"The Temple and Oakington are the territories lost due to our defeat. You occupy the place where we will not be hostile to you, but you resurrect your dead life and fight for your selfish desires! You blasphemed them!"

"You made a mistake!"

Yrel, behind Tyrion said coldly and quietly:

"Marrard Vindicator, you have made a mistake... It is not mandatory to resurrect the undead in the Knights of the Dark Blade. If a soul is not willing to respond to the call, we cannot resurrect it. All draenei death knights exist because they are unwilling even after death!"

"They don't want to give up their hometown, they don't want to die so quietly, all the dead souls have obsessions, not that we blasphemed their existence, but that we responded to their request! They were born again A request for war!"

A trace of sarcasm appeared in Yrel’s mouth, and she stared at the tall garrison in front of her:

"You might as well guess, Mr. Marrad, those draenei, what is the biggest obsession of our dead compatriots?"

"You will never hear that voice, the voice of the people gathering, every soul shouting vengeance, watching the humiliation and pain of Shattrath City's fall make them restless! They want to fight! They want Fight back, not run away!"

Yrel smiled, she said softly:

"If you living people can't protect all of this, then undeads like us don't mind coming..."

The defender who choked on this sentence could not refute. He clenched his fists, but in the end, he could only take a step back and no longer speak. Yrel did not deceive him, nor did he need to deceive him.

"Okay, guys, don't waste too much time on these meaningless things!"

Tyrion spread his hands and attracted everyone's attention. He looked at the Prophet Velen and he said softly:

"Mr. Velen, when I come to this world, I will not hear your name. From those unwilling death souls, they recite to me your greatness and kindness. I am here today, not Declaring war against the Draenei, the only population you have left is not worth my effort."

Tyrion's eyes narrowed:

"Térédor and the Draenei in the Storm Hold can rest in peace, the undead and your peace come, but this is not without cost!"

"How do you know Storm Fortress?"

Velen had just recovered from Yrel’s blow, and heard a word that made him frown from Tyrion’s mouth. The Prophet stared deadly at the death knight in front of him, clenching the tip of the staff’s finger. , The scorching holy light beats endlessly.

The existence of the Storm Fortress is the top secret of the draenei. Even in the draenei group, only a few people know its name and location. The prophet glanced at Yrel, but soon rejected it own thoughs.

Yrel is a child born in the village of Ambori in Shadowmoon Valley, and she died in battle 10 years ago. She cannot know the existence of the storm fortress!

"The news from where I know is not important."

Tyrion looked calmly at Velen, who was in vigilance. The old prophet in front of him was like the incarnation of the Holy Light. The huge Holy Light energy gathered in his old body. Tyrion had no doubt if he was completely irritated. With Velen, this pacifist may only need one burst of energy to completely purify his existence.

The Prophet Velen is definitely one of the most powerful mortals that Tyrion has seen from birth to the present, no one!

But he was not afraid, he knew very well that, in most cases, this powerful prophet was harmless, so in the prophet's suspicious eyes, Tyrion whispered unchanged:

"I want to make a deal with you, Prophet."

"Take the valuable peace of the draenei as a bargaining chip!

"Even, I can guide you to an ideal new world... Please believe me, I have helped those orcs once, and both of us are very..."satisfied" with that transaction."

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