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Tyrion's fingers danced on the armrests of the throne. He looked at the trembling tyrant Vihari below and said softly:

"What makes you hate Velen so much? Is it just the torture you suffered?"

Weihari didn't want to answer this question, but under the great lord's inquiry, her soul, her body, and all her thoughts were unwilling to hide all this from the people in front of her, so she said in a solemn voice:

"It's because of weakness, Lord."

"As a prophet, Velen's personal charm is perfect, and every Draenei is willing to obey him. He is a qualified prophet and a qualified apostle of the Holy Light. But as a leader, Velen has failed. He

After seeing all that, he knew that the Burning Legion would not let him go, and he knew clearly about the future and the disasters that might happen, but he chose to escape."

Weihari clenched his fists. At this moment, this royal-sister-like hoof girl said everything hidden in her heart:

"I used to be one of Velen's most trusted defenders. When we first fell into the world of Draenor, Velen saw everything from the prophecy of the Song of Souls, about the orcs being bewitched and the pursuit of demons.

He saw the attack, but he did not prepare in advance, but allowed it to happen. We had suggested solving the hidden dangers of the orcs in advance. In 200 years, we will have enough power to suppress the orcs and even eradicate them."

"But no, Velen believed that all life has meaning and value. He let the orcs go, and then the orcs took the butcher knife to us... In Taimor, my companions and I fought to the death until the city was destroyed.

At that moment, we did not stop fighting, we wanted to protect the people, but we lost our people."

"I was captured by the orcs as a prisoner... They humiliated me, they tortured me, they treated me as the lowest plaything, they threw us into the arena..."

Weihari's body was trembling crazily. Apparently, the pain buried in her memory had made the hoof girl a little overwhelmed. She lowered her head and her voice became bleak:

"We expected the prophet to fight back, we encouraged each other, and we persisted in hell, waiting for the news that our compatriots had defeated the orcs, but there was no... What we finally got was that the coward took the remaining people and abandoned everything.

He fled the city and fled into the wilderness. He never even thought about fighting back... He is a good man, a kind man, and a true guardian, but he is not the leader we want."

"My companions died in torture one after another, and their bones were not even buried. I was the last one... I was discouraged, and then I allowed the whispers of evil to transform my soul. I accepted it.

With that kind of power, that night, I killed all the orcs in that tribe..."

Vihari raised her head, her face filled with tears, and she looked at Tyrion:

"I want revenge, not the orcs... The blood debt of hundreds of thousands of Taymor's compatriots is all borne on me. The souls of 278 compatriots who died in the orc prisoner-of-war camps are looking at me in the sky, and they drive me to take revenge.

They drove me to question our former leader, Velen, and they asked me to question him, why... why didn't he fight back? Why didn't he fight? Why did he have to be so cowardly..."

"It was his weakness that killed us..."

Tyrion and Vihari's eyes met. He looked at the soul in front of him that was burdened with heavy pain. He could feel the heaviness, but this was exactly what he wanted. A pure avenger could ignite the entire world for revenge.

The world until she herself is burned up in the flames. This kind of power is exactly what the great lord needs.

He propped up his chin with his left hand and looked at Vihari as if he were looking at the sharpest weapon or a igniting flame:

"So, Dark Blade Intelligence Agency first-level agent Weihari, are you interested in joining our next operation?"

"The code name for the operation is...Fall of the Prophet."

"Shua"

Vihari's eyes suddenly lit up, and then she heard Tyrion's whisper:
Chapter completed!