Azeroth Trail of Light

When Velen went mad, Dick was watching.

He watched the dagger in Lakish's hand pierce Velen's body time and time again. He could not stop it, but Velen's will must be respected.

This is more like an atonement.

An Wei Na stood on his shoulder, clutching Dick’s hair tightly, Xiao Guangling’s face was full of anger, she even wanted to rush out to overthrow the **** demon, Xiao Xiao Guangling treated the old man Velen 'S senses are very good. As an existence that can feel the heart of a creature, in the eyes of Guangling, Velen is a true living "saint".

It's no exaggeration.

But just when she was about to rush out, she was forcibly stopped by Dick.

"Don't go... it's Velen's choice."

"But he is dying!"

"He is making atonement... we have no right to interrupt a father-son conversation."

Dick turned around, no longer watching the human tragedy of father and son, he could somewhat understand Velen's inner suffering.

When escaping from Argus, those people gave the prophet the greatest trust, and even entrusted his life and future to him. This old man who has served the Holy Light for a lifetime will not live up to this trust, he can't even Showing a trace of cowardice.

Dick believed that when the storm fortress fled from Argus, Velen must have waited until the last moment on the highest mountain. He was waiting for his son and his wife, but until the call of Naaru and the people It sounded, he couldn't even get it.

For 25 thousand years... a whole 25 thousand years of regret and pain, Dick could not imagine that if it were himself, after losing Jaina and Liadrin, and Anvina, 25 thousand years... he would be affected by that. This kind of pain becomes a lunatic who destroys the world.

It's like an old stag helmet who once lost his son.

Would rather destroy it than live in this cold world.

The most terrifying part of annoyance and despair is that they will not dissipate with the passage of time, they will only become clearer in time, and then become a kind of anger that is difficult to dispel, cruel anger towards others, and incompetent anger towards oneself. , This anger is the toxin flowing in the blood vessels, which accumulates more and more in time, making you miserable.

That kind of pain can't be eliminated, and even one day, you will expect your loved ones to never show up. Other than that, nothing can alleviate it... and nothing can make up for it.

This is a path that the cowardly will inevitably walk, but Velen is not... 25-thousand-year exile has made him never forget all this, never avoid it, he is always facing his own chagrin and despair.

Just like a balance, carrying the expectations and beliefs of the people, as well as his own despair and pain, he used this double pressure to force himself to wake up until today.

The draenei has found a place to stand in Azeroth and has regained a new homeland. The pressure he bears suddenly shattered, and then he meets his own son, the carrier of frustration and despair, so for 25 thousand years. All of it collapsed at this moment.

Velen only wanted an atonement. He was too tired. If this atonement was done by his son, that would be great.

And this in itself is also a silent prayer.

Dick knew that Old Velen was begging him to let go of his son, let go of this Eredar who had been tainted by fel energy.

He knew that Dick kept his balance, so let's change his life for another.

Seeing Velen falling in a pool of blood, Dick's expression was so gloomy to the extreme, but in the end, he let out a long sigh of relief.

This world cannot bear the loss of losing a holy light demigod, but if this is Velen's will, then even he can't stop it.

Except for violence, who can stop a demigod?

Anvina turned her head and did not want to watch this cruel scene again. The Paladin stayed in place for 3 minutes, silent, like mourning, but also like saying goodbye, then he turned around and strode away.

"Do not!!!"

Lakishna was mixed with anger, mixed with cruelty, but mixed with desperate shouts from behind Dick, and the paladin's footsteps were delayed a little.

"How can you just die like this! How can you be so weak! Stand up, stand up and beat me! Stand up and kill me! I don't need this kind of mercy, I don't need this kind of atonement, you stand up! Stand up! "

The seriously injured Eredar knelt on the ground, holding Velen's shoulders with both hands, shaking vigorously, but no matter how he roared or screamed, this body that had lost its life and existence could no longer respond to him.

That voice changed from anger to sadness, from sadness to despair, and finally, the last trace of brutality and ferocity in that voice disappeared invisible.

"No... stand up, no! What did I do... no, it's not like this, it's not like this, you stand up, please, please stand up."

"No, please... Father, please! Stand up."

Lakish’s body was curled up on the ground. This Eredar demon no longer had the madness and anger he had before. In a sense, he had already completed his own revenge and Kil’jaeden’s evil plan with his own hands. The moment Velen fell, he suddenly realized what this old man falling beside him meant to him.

He has lost his mother, lost hope, lost body, lost everything, and now, the madness of losing all of this and that vicious voice drove him to destroy what he had left with his own hands.

His father, his only hope.

He lost him... Kil'jaeden was angry at Velen’s betrayal of him and Argus’ betrayal. He wanted to respond to this betrayal in the craziest way. Father and son wanted to kill. This is Kil’jaeden. Kadan carefully prepared a revenge for 2 years.

Whether it was Lakish dying in Velen's hands, or Velen dying in Lakish's hands, or even both of them died, is there a better way to torture the traitor than this?

Kil'jaeden’s gaze stayed on Lakish’s body, seeing this little **** killing Velen crazy in an extraordinary way, and seeing Velen’s sorrow and despair before his death. With his eyes, the fraudsters far away from countless worlds smiled contentedly.

Although until the last moment, that kind of compassionate relief on the face of the guy who betrayed everyone is unpleasant, but this revenge drama has satisfied Kil'jaeden’s 25-thousand-year hatred, and he is satisfied. Withdrawing his gaze, the distance was too far, and Dick was on the sidelines, even the great devil needed to be careful when doing all this.

And also lost the useful slaughter and conspiracy adjutant like Eredar Twins, but... it doesn't matter.

Velen is dead, that's enough.

"Puffing"

The sound of a heavy object fell behind Dick. The Paladin turned around and saw Lakish kneeling behind him. This Eredar’s demon was seriously injured. Where he walked, it was a relief. With shocking blood, Dick looked at Lakish who was kneeling there, and asked indifferently,

"You killed your father, you fulfilled Kil'jaeden’s will, he will be proud of you, but when your father died, he still had a benevolent heart of atonement. He even asked me to I’ll let you go... he’s a complete idiot, but I respect such an idiot. He is my friend, my brother, and my fellow traveler. I’m very angry now... so go away, don’t let I see you again!"

"No...no, kill me...then save him!"

Lakish’s head was buried very low, "I know, I know you can do it... Kil'jaeden is afraid of you, I know you can do it... Please, help him! Take it! Either take my life, take all my possessions, save him, save my father."

"I can not do it!"

Dick closed his eyes, "I can't do it! Your life is not as valuable as you think... I can't do it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Paladin’s ears hurt. He turned his head and saw Anwina akimbo, looking at him angrily.

"Save him! I order you! Save him!"

Little Guangling’s non-cooperation caused the indifferent aura created by Dick to completely collapse at this moment. The Paladin smiled bitterly, he touched Anwina’s head, and then looked up, his face was full of Hopeful Lakish, his expression became indifferent again.

"Well, I can save him, but... Lakish, you have to think carefully, your life is now mine!"

"I am willing to give everything I have! As long as you can save him, I am willing to give everything I can, whether it is life or soul... I am willing!"

Lakish's head touched the ground sincerely, at this moment he was like a self-sacrificing saint.

"Old Velen's redemption... this kind of human power, the power of family affection, really..."

Dick shook his head, he moved his hand armor, then crossed Lakish and walked to Velen's bloodied corpse.

"Hate is deep, and love is cut... Girl, let's get started."

Dick murmured. When he took the first step, silver sparks ran on the surface of his body. In the second step, the silver flame enveloped the body. In the third step, all the flames passed away completely at this moment.

The Angel of Order appeared in this dark cabin.

At the moment he appeared, Lakish couldn’t help groaning. For a twisted creature like him, just touching the light emitted by this creature is enough to burn him, and not only the appearance, but also There is something inside, you can't even look at him directly.

The pain of this burn is a show of majesty.

The Angel of Order raised his head, and there was darkness under his hood. He strode to Velen and left silver footprints on the ground he walked. In this evil land of the devil, even walking will leave light. Mark of.

"Velen... stand up, your mission has not yet been completed, the Holy Light still needs your move on... stand up and raise the banners of Argus and Delaney again. Your people need you... . Stand up, stand again at the forefront of Azeroth, your world needs you... stand up, stand again in the light and justice, your faith needs you... stand up, and then surpass you Your own sacredness becomes a legend...in the name of order and light...I give you a second life, stand up...accept this gift!"

Order Angel·Redemption!

The magnificent and pure holy light burst out from Dick's body at this moment, like an unstoppable wave, swallowing everything around it completely, swallowing the starship in an instant!

It's like a round of holy light blooming in the void!

Maraad and Azshara, who had already finished their battle, looked there at the same time. The Eredar twins, who were locked up by chains, also retreated outward in horror, trying to stay away from the light that panicked them.

"Ahem... I heard... I heard the Holy Light..."

The old prophet, whose body was floating in the pure holy light, opened his eyes with difficulty and weakness, "It tells me...the career is not finished, I can't leave..."

"So you are back, old man...you are welcome to come back."