Azeroth Trail of Light

The moment Turalyon appeared, the ranger-general's eyes dimmed, but she immediately questioned her brother-in-law.

"Turalyon, where is my sister?"

Obviously, Sylvanas didn't agree with Turalyon and Alleria's marriage at all, even if she took good care of her nephew Alator, it didn't affect her dislike of the human being in front of her.

It was he who snatched Alleria, her sister from her and Vereesa!

The elves are a group of stubborn guys. This concept of Sylvanas has aggravated her aversion to Turalyon. Of course, I wouldn’t say that I would cut this guy with a knife, but don’t expect to have it. Good face.

Turalyon’s focus is obviously different. It’s probably because he has been missing for too long. He has become accustomed to facing a group of eredars, broken ones and demons, and suddenly saw the same kind from Azeroth, Turalyon Yi Time didn't even react, but soon, he asked,

"You guys, how did you come to Argus? Has Azeroth mastered this kind of interstellar teleportation skills? Or... you were caught? The Burning Legion attacked Azeroth?"

There was a hint of tension on his face that he had never felt before, and it could be seen that his loyalty to Azeroth was unquestionable. Facing his question, Maiev nodded.

"They have invaded. After 20 years in the Dark Portal, Archimonde led the Burning Legion into Mount Hyjal... But they were eventually defeated. Archimonde died and we won."

"That's good…"

Turalyon sighed, but Hatton's eyes widened, Archimonde...that was the name of Argus, it was once one of the three Argus ruling groups, even in the rebellion. After that, it was also the commander of the Eredar Demon.

The name of the Defiler spread across thousands of worlds, but it is hard to believe that the expedition led by Archimonde failed...

Hatton took a deep breath and pressed this shocking news to the bottom of his heart. No wonder, the Argus World has not heard news about Archimonde in the past few years, and it should be in the process of resurrection.

But this is only good news for the Krokuen tribe, but it can’t change their current status quo, especially after the traitor appeared inside, Hatton’s heart is already very anxious. In fact, even Sylvanas and If Maiev doesn't come, he will also summon the Light Legion. He needs to ask for help. Once all the demons stationed in the Krokuen Plain are killed together, relying only on the Krokuun tribe will not be able to stop it.

But Hatton is very patient. The 25-thousand-year-old suffering has given him unimaginable keen senses. He instinctively felt that to solve the plight of the Krokuen tribe, the breaking point may not be the archbishop Turalyon. After all, the Holy Light Although the Legion is strong, they need to attack the Burning Legion in all worlds at the same time, and the forces that can be allocated to Argus are limited.

Whether it is the Ruins of Mac'Aree or the Wasteland of Antoran, they need more support than the Krokuun Plain. This is completely understandable by Hatton.

But when Turalyon breathed a sigh of relief, Maiev spoke again,

"A year ago, the Burning Legion assembled heavy troops and attacked the Broken World of Draenor. This time, although there was no major demon, the high-level demons were basically there. The total number of the demon legion reached 20... Yes, we won again. Under the leadership of the world manager and... Illidan, we defeated the invaders of the Burning Legion head-on, and the First Fleet of Azeroth also helped the world of Xiakan regain their civilization."

Turalyon’s mouth has grown, and Hatton on the side is even more stunned. In fact, when he talked to Maiev for the first time, the watchman told him that Azeroth would launch a war against Argus. , But then Hatton simply thought that these outsiders were a bit too ignorant, but now, after hearing a series of brilliant achievements of Azeroth, Hatton immediately realized that what Maiev said before may not be joke!

The lost light is on... There is actually a world that dared to take the initiative to hand out a war knife to the Burning Legion... Will they really have their chests full, or will they be able to directly attack Argus after they have repelled the expedition?

This is the base camp of the Burning Legion. In 25,000 years, Argus has not been invaded even once.

Although he has serious doubts, Hatton still hopes that Azeroth can continue their victory from the bottom of his heart. Even if it is just a tug-of-war with the demons of Argus, the life of the Krokuen tribe will be much better. And there is great hope... to regain some lost ground!

But Turalyon cared more about the two people Maiev was talking about. He frowned.

"Who is the world manager? Illidan...who is that? I just left...well...for about 11 years, has a new power risen? How is King Terenas of Lordaeron? How is King Terenas in Lordaeron? The Kingdom of Stormwind is regained Have you lost ground?"

"You have too many questions!"

Turalyon’s words were interrupted strongly by Sylvanas. She looked at Turalyon and took a step forward.

"Take me to see my sister! Don't provoke my patience! Human!"

"Oh, yes, yes."

Turalyon reacted immediately. No matter what, the appearance of the compatriots from his hometown is definitely a joyful thing. Even the exhaustion from his whole body has dissipated a lot. He smiled and looked at him coldly. His Sylvanas stretched out her hand.

"Then come with me, Alleria talks about you and Vereesa almost every day..."

At this point, Turalyon’s expression had a trace of sadness, he looked at Sylvanas and asked in a low voice.

"How is Artol? He... is he healthy?"

Sylvanas glared at him and snorted coldly.

"You still remember your son, it's great... but my nephew Aratol doesn't have to worry about you, Vereesa and I have already received him from Quel'Thalas. He will be the next patriarch of the Windrunner family... Yes, thanks to you, the Windrunner family will appear as the first paladin patriarch in thousands of years. If the blood of the Windrunner is not flowing in his veins, the archery talent is comforting, otherwise it would be really regrettable. "

Hearing this mocking voice, Turalyon was not angry. He had known the attitude of Alleria's two sisters to him a long time ago, not to mention that Sylvanas brought him to him. With the news of Alleria’s only son, Turalyon’s tight, leader-like face couldn’t help showing a trace of relief after hearing that Alatol had become a Paladin. And the corner of the eyes of this veteran warrior who did not succumb to the devil, there was also a glimmer of relief that could not be concealed.

He took off his gloves, wiped his tears, and then nodded towards Hatton and the others.

"Come with me. Let's go to the ruins of Mac'Aree. The Light Legion is stationed there. The Holy Light is watching over us. If you are two days late, we may have to go out again."

After speaking, he turned and walked into the portal of the Holy Light. Sylvanas followed closely, followed by the watchers, and finally Chief Hatton. Before he left, he called a hidden The Krokuen stalker in the shadow gave him some orders, and then he accepted the bone staff in the hand of the stalker and strode into the portal.

The moment Sylvanas walked out of the portal, she saw a landscape different from the world of Argus that was completely wrapped in dark green evil energy. Although it was still broken and full of traces of war, at least there was light...Yes , Warm, bright, almost the same light as Azeroth.

The light from the stars did not dislike everything that Argus had encountered, it was still faithfully fulfilling its mission, even though its light could only shine on less than one-tenth of the ground in the world of Argus.

But none of this attracted the restless heart of the general ranger until she saw sitting alone on the edge of the watch tower, wearing a green hood, carrying a bow and quiver, holding a leaf in her hand, and blowing it out. The familiar figure behind Quel'Thalas' ballad.

Under his green hood, there are two strands of golden hair that can't be concealed. There is no leather armor on her left arm, but a green cloth strip tied up. It looks very old. When the cloth strips, Sylvanas’ tears welled out from the corners of her eyes. She recognized the cloth strips. It was the last remnant of the cloak that the eldest sister put on her when she left the manor.

Alleria’s figure is very similar to Sylvanas. The only difference is probably in the skin of Alleria’s left arm. There is a gorgeous tattoo, but that is not a symbol of a bad girl, but a windrunner. The symbol of the patriarch of the family, it is said that there is hidden power of the family's inheritance...

Her ears swayed slightly outside the green hood, she heard the sound coming from behind, she put down the blade in her hand, shook her hand without looking back, and said softly.

"Turalyon, are you back? How is the situation of the Krokuen tribe?"

No one answered.

"Turalyon? How are you..."

"boom"

Alleria stood up while leaning on the broken wall of the sentry post, and turned her head casually, but she could clearly see the elf standing behind her who had been crying into tears, and saw the one under the elf's black hood. At the moment of her face, the hard bricks on the wall where she was holding her left hand were squeezed into powder by the ranger.

She was sluggish there, as if she couldn't believe that the family in front of her that made her think about the night and made her dream back at midnight, the sister who was connected with her blood, the stubborn unwillingness to obey the family order, but The girl who had to take the burden she dropped, the girl who would always follow her behind in the Eversong Forest of Quel'Thalas, hunting bobcats and playing with dragon hawks.

She has grown up... She has become more mature than before, more stable, and more like a member of the Windrunner family.

Alleria did not dare to make the slightest movement. She was afraid of all this. It was just a beautiful dream she had during a nap. She had had such a dream countless times. She looked at her husband standing next to her. Layan smiled gently at her, tilted his head, and nodded again.

At this moment, tears filled Alleria's eyes, and she stretched out her hand to Sylvanas with tears, her hands that would never tremble when holding the war bow, at this moment, the trembling could not be concealed.

"Shiva...is that you?"

Hearing this dreamlike voice, Sylvanas' body flashed, and she plunged into Alleria's arms, and the eldest daughter of Windrunner hugged her sister tightly. , It seems that she is not helping a certain person, but the most precious treasure in her life.

"Sister...Sister! I finally...I finally found you! Oh...I miss you so much...We all miss you so much..."

Turalyon watched his wife and sisters reunite. The real tough guy's eyes were a little sour. He turned sideways and looked at the sun-shrouded ruins of Makerei, scrabbling together about his son's current appearance , When he left, Altora was still a child, and the half-elf's growth cycle was almost the same as that of humans, that is to say, Altora had grown up now.

His son has grown up.

A left hand with a steel hand armor reached Turalyon's side and tapped his armor. The Paladin looked back and saw Nasha wearing a mask and handed him a golden pendant.

"This is a gift from Mr. Dick, General Turalyon. You will like it."

Turalyon took the pocket watch and opened it gently. When he saw the magical image in the pocket watch, the tears of the tough guy finally broke through the barrier of his eyes.

What he holds in his hand is Altora wearing a trial armor, shooting an arrow at the Windrunner Manor in Quel'Thalas. He looks at his son, the handsome, manly face, 6 Like him, 4 points inherited Alleria's blood.

"This is my son... my Altola..."

Turalyon imprinted the pocket watch on the armor. That was where his heart was. At this moment, Turalyon and his wife, who had been away from their hometown for decades, their hesitation was completely filled.

But at this moment, on the highest summit of Azeroth, Dick stood in the hall of the star vault, looking up at the mysterious and complicated astrology. In front of his eyes, the sword-shaped crystal, the holy light The heart is suspended in the air, and the two seem to be in a dialogue.

"Algalon... go to the Argus star field for me, and pick up 3 people back... I hope Alleria hasn't met... hey... go, as fast as possible!"