Illidan turned over and pulled out the war blade inserted into Lord Talgas's abdomen. After Talgas shouted a who-knows-what roar, Illidan's moon blade with his hands intertwined neatly chopped off the tall man.

He pulled Talgas' soul out of his body and listened gently to his ear. After a while, Illidan nodded with satisfaction:

"Fel Hammer? It sounds very impressive."

"Well, then it belongs to me. From today on, the Fel Hammer will be the base camp of the Illidari!"

"Zera, the Mother of Holy Light, has probably fallen."

On the city wall of Sha'tar City, watching the demon gate below being thrown into chaos due to the loss of the command of the fleet, Prophet Velen who had been insisting here finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked back at the city behind him, Sha'tar

Due to the demon's raid, Er city was filled with fire and smoke, and it looked extremely miserable. But fortunately, the civilians in the city were evacuated to shelters before the demon arrived.

For the draenei people who have suffered many disasters, as long as the people are still there, there is still hope for everything. If the city is destroyed, it can be rebuilt. If the people are gone, there is nothing.

"Ah, I got over it, I finally got over it."

The prophet's thinking was a little tired, and he forced himself to put aside the fall of Zera, the Mother of Holy Light. After all, Velen was close to the Naaru of Adal's faction. Although he also respected Zera, the Mother of Light,

Ra and the Legion of Light, but only with respect. Among the prophets, Velen is considered the best, but since arriving in Azeroth, Velen has learned no longer to blindly follow after several major events.

destiny.

Zelazzera, on the other hand, is a Naaru who believes in destiny.

Sometimes, that's a good thing, but more often than not, it can lead to something not so good.

"Prophet! Prophet!"

A hurried call woke Velen out of his thoughts. The prophet turned around and saw the panting Grand Guardsman Vihari jumping down from the back of the gryphon. This brave female guard's face was covered with dust and blood stains.

She looked very embarrassed, and there was a flash of panic in her eyes. It was obvious that something very important had happened.

"Don't worry, defense officer, speak slowly."

The Prophet said to Vihari:

"What happened?"

Guardsman Vihari grabbed the prophet's wrist, lowered his voice and said anxiously:

"Volos! The Naaru in the city, Volos, was attacked by a group of demons! Our Naaru needs rescue, it's in a very bad condition!"

"What?"

Velen's expression immediately became serious. Unlike Zera, Volos was an old friend who had followed the Draenei and fled among the stars for 25,000 years. It had saved the Draenei several times in critical moments.

civilization, it is almost a part of the Draenei, and the seat of Naaru where Volos is located is connected to the defense center of the entire city. Once it falls, it means the Holy Light knot of Sha'tar City.

The world will be completely released!

"Defender, go and summon the chosen ones of the Holy Light immediately!"

The Prophet said to Vihari garrison:

"Don't alert others! Our people need good news now and we need to handle this matter in a low-key manner."

"Of course! Prophet!"

Guardsman Vihari turned around and rushed towards the griffin, but where the prophet did not see it, a sharp cold light flashed in Vihari's eyes.
Chapter completed!