Azeroth Trail of Light

It is not difficult for Algalon to cross the star field with four people. If necessary, he can take nearly a hundred people forward at the same time, but that situation will reduce his fleeting speed to A degree that is unbearable, and it will greatly consume the energy of the observer of the world.

There is actually another reason why Algalon was able to serve Dick desperately. After Algalon joined Ulduar’s system, he accidentally discovered his own kin... Yes, another one. The observer of the world, Habron, the soul shepherd who was captured by Dick from the Kingdom of Shadows and obeyed Hela.

The form of Hablon is not complete. According to Algalon’s observation, Hablon should be the remains of a complete observer of the world, probably when the Pantheon was destroyed, desperately to pass to Azeroth. The news that a certain warrior evolves after the death of a special form, the ignorant Habron himself does not know the great mission contained in his body.

However, after Algalon recalibrated the core of Hablon, the forerunner also had the ability to travel through the world as an observer of the world. He was given another mission by Dick, and that mission itself was Olga. Long is willing to dedicate everything he has to the root cause of the Ulduar system.

Of course, this is one of Ulduar’s deepest hidden secrets, and Algalon will not talk about it everywhere. He takes the Turalyon couple, Chief Hatton and the tangled Sylvanas on foot. When I went to Ulduar's land, it was already three days later.

This journey made Algalon feel tired, so he quickly went to the Star Dome Hall to rest. For observers of all realms, bathing in starlight is the best way to rest, and the four people also got different Welcome.

When the door of Ulduar’s front hall opened under the impetus of the respectful earthen servants, Turalyon saw the first face of Old Fortin that had become old, his former comrade-in-arms, They were baptized together to become partners of the first generation of Grand Knights, and Gavinrad, who was wearing a priest’s robe, standing behind Old Fording, and Alessandro on the other side. The moment they saw these old brothers, pictured Layan, a real tough guy, still did not stop the tears of joy, they hugged together.

"Old brother, I never thought that the Holy Light would be so good for us. I didn't expect that we could meet again this day! Thank the Holy Light! Thank it for still sheltering you in the distant world!"

Old Fording was also in tears. He slapped Turalyon’s back and looked at the same old face. He was full of emotion. Mograine laughed and gave Turalyon a warm hug. The burst-tempered old man yelled like Hongzhong,

"I knew that they couldn't kill you, Turalyon, I knew that you would be back one day! This is great! I knew it!"

Turalyon was already speechless, tears streaming down his face, he felt the joy of these old brothers and the kind of pride that used to fight on the battlefield, he looked at Gavinra, who was gentle and quiet on the side. De, the most peaceful old brother, although he didn't rush to give him a hug, the tears in his eyes and trembling hands also proved his excitement.

"Gavinrad, I said long ago that you are more suitable to be a pastor... I was right, old man!"

Turalyon could not help but hugged Gavinrad, slapped him behind his back twice, then let go of him and shouted,

"It's nice to see you again! Brothers, we won't be drunk or go home tonight!"

"You forgot to welcome us... Turalyon."

A cold and gloomy voice sounded behind him, and the great knight in joy felt the indifference of death, his face changed drastically, and he turned his head suddenly, the extremely hot holy light shining on his fists, he saw two The guys wearing black armor and black rose helmets, standing not far away, the luster of death and frost roaring around their bodies, spreading wantonly to everything around that makes people feel hideous and terrifying. Breath.

"Death! Death Knight! How dare you appear before us!"

Turalyon met the death knight. In the orc wars, he fought with the death knight more than once. In fact, his disappearance in Outland was also because he and the strongest death knight of the orcs, the Gorefiend, were in Shadowmoon Valley. It was caused by the decisive battle, so he is no stranger to death knights, but because of this, he doesn't have any good feelings for these death-wielding guys.

Old Fording wanted to say something, but was stopped by Mograine, and Turalyon was about to rush up to fight these two seemingly powerful death knights, but at this moment, they took off themselves. His helmet revealed the bone-white hair, the thin face, the appearance changed by death, and the great soul who was immersed in death but still guarding the light.

Turalyon's roar was cut off at this moment, and he looked at the two death knights who took off the helmets incredible. His body was trembling, because of anger and sadness, which made his voice dry.

"The Holy Light is on...Uther, Dathrohan, you...how did you become like this...what kind of bad luck have you encountered..."

"No, no no no, my brother Turalyon, this is not bad luck, this is just a more cruel blessing, let us use another form to continue to defend this world, this world we love and hate ."

Uther showed a difficult smile that could be called "savage", "This is due to fate. Although it has become a stranger,...Welcome back, my brother."

Dathrohan, who was standing next to him, was more silent, but when facing Turalyon, he also showed a hard smile.

"I planted some fine wine in Stratholme, waiting for you to come back... Now it looks like it's time to have some fine wine together. Welcome back, my brother."

The first generation of great knights reunited after nearly 11 years, but they are nothing but people and have been changed too much by this cruel time. The surprise on Turalyon’s face passed away. He shook his head with a wry smile, and then big Step forward, scatter the light, and hold Uther and Dathrohan in his arms,

"No matter what...you will always be my old brothers."

Feeling the coldness deep into the bone marrow, Turalyon's smile was somewhat bitter, but Uther and Dathrohan could no longer shed tears.

The world has changed, but fortunately, the human relationship remains the same. Even if the form and face are changed, this friendship is polished in time. 11 years, three completely different roads, reunited, they will only thank the holy Light, and will no longer spurn the cruelty of time, there is no need.

Uther patted Turalyon's shoulder uncomfortably, and on the other side, Alleria also had a welcome from home.

Vereesa hugged her two children. Her husband Ronin was standing beside his wife a little uneasy. The archmage had already felt Sylvanas’ second sister of the Windrunner’s malice towards him more than once. I am worried that this eldest sister who has returned from a distant world will have the same attitude. This is the current patriarch of the Windrunner family. If she also opposes his marriage to Vereesa, this will put her wife under a lot of pressure. .

But Vereesa is very confident in her sister. In her words, "The eldest sister has also found a human husband. She will not blame me."

In fact, Alleria burst into tears the moment she saw her youngest sister. Ronin, who was on the sidelines, could only hold his twin sons and look at his wife. And her sister cried into tears.

"Second sister said she will definitely bring you back, I want to go with her, but I can't... I am a coward, eldest sister, I did not follow the second sister to Argus to find you, I am afraid to hear the unfortunate news, Thank God, you are finally back, sorry, eldest sister..."

Vereesa held Alleria while crying and talked. Alleria gently comforted her sister, she gently patted her back, "It's all right, it's all over, it's all right, my Vereesa , It's all over, I'm back, I won't leave you anymore, don't cry, my sister..."

"Women... really are all made of water."

Luo Ning couldn't help but spit out a little bit, but this kind of warm scene also made the arch mage very emotional, he decided to just stand quietly so as not to disturb such beautiful feelings.

Sylvanas is not here. The Ranger General has already gone to another man to discuss an explanation, and beside Ronin, a half-elf in armor is constantly wiping the corners of his eyes. This is Altora, Turalyon. With Alleria’s son, Ronin’s nephew, he watched his father and mother, watched them return to Azeroth, and his love was beyond words, but Altola was a good boy and he did not go. I disturbed the gathering of my parents and relatives and friends, but stayed quietly.

It wasn't until the tall man walked towards him that Altola really became nervous.

In Altora’s memory, his father was a serious man and a real soldier. When Turalyon disappeared, Altora was still a child. He returned, and Altora has grown up to become a real soldier. Manly.

But standing in front of this man, Altora would still be a little nervous. His father, his father who had been away for more than ten years, was looking at him with a scrutiny look. Altora stood upright like a soldier. Body, and then I felt his father give him a warm hug,

"Sorry, son, I came back too late."

At this moment, all the maturity and stability of Altola was crushed by tears,

"It's okay, Dad, just come back..."

Ulduar at this moment is full of warmth. Of course, there are also places that are not very harmonious. For example, in front of Hatton, the prophet Velen, who was supported by Maraad, had a painful expression. He recognized it at first sight. Suddenly, that day, his subordinate, the once heroic Ereda awakener, has been tortured by magic and suffering for 2 years. His face is ugly, his eyes are cold, and this ugly and cold, It was like a whip, whipping in Velen's heart.

"Hatton...I..."

"Snapped"

A slap in Velen's face was slapped fiercely, Maraad did not stop, in fact, the defender who had experienced all the suffering had no reason to stop.

"Velen, you betrayer, you betrayed us, you betrayed the whole Argus!"

Hatton's body was also injured, but at this time, he leaned on the staff made of the demon's bones, and he looked viciously at the prophet in front of him, at his old affection, at the repentant eyes, but did not let him. The anger and suffering in his heart were reduced even a little bit. On the contrary, at the moment when he saw the former leader, Hatton's inner anger could no longer be suppressed.

This slap was just the beginning, and Hatton leaned his body, cursing in the most vicious language.

"You are gone, there is nothing to worry about! But look at us, we who are unwilling to succumb to the devil and I can still, we have persisted in the **** of Argus for 25 thousand years... We have been tortured and lost all that we once had. , Lost everything that was once!"

"Do you know what those kids call me? Chief! Chief!!! All our civilization, everything, has been destroyed! We have fallen into the era of wildness, how can you make me able to support all this, you know me Every time I see those children, how painful does my heart feel? This should be your responsibility!"

"Velen, if you are still there, and your spiritual link is still there, we won't fall to this point! Our world, our Argus, won't fall like this... Look at me, Velen, Look at me... then tell me everything you did is right, tell me that you took away the backbone of those civilizations, it was right to throw us in the **** of Argus, tell me! Velen! "

"Tell me, we are responsible for all of this! Tell me, we are all for ourselves!"

"tell me!"

Velen closed his eyes in pain. It was not Lakish who stood in front of him, but the suffering of a world, even if he told himself ten thousand times that he had left the last fire in the world of Argus, but he saw At that moment Hatton, all of these self-reports were like beach castles, washed away by regret and the indescribable torture.

He didn't know how to face Hatton, he didn't know what to say.

Was his choice correct?

correct!

But is it fair?

No... all the difficulties on the way to escape are simply not worth mentioning what Hatton and the natives of the world of Argus have endured... The people of Exodar have lived from scratch in Azeroth, yes It's like heaven to them.

And they don’t even have the qualifications to look up to heaven...