Before the Draeneis could recover from the news that their leader Velen was seriously injured and eventually died, another major event hit them on the head.
They are divided!
Archbishop Socrethar took a large number of his followers and subordinates and established Sok'reth Fel Legion. They knelt devoutly in front of Titan God and swore allegiance.
In response, Titan God will grant their prayers and grant them the infusion of Fel, becoming Eredar demons.
Some older Draenei were in tears over this. In the end, they could not escape the temptation of Fel.
The remaining half of Draenei is led by Soulbinder Tu'ranni. But everyone knows that after the death of Prophet Velen, Turalyon was left without a master and regarded Divine Venerable as his biggest and last support. Her leader is considered a god, so what other choices does her Draenei have?
No one knows why Turalyon trusts this Titan Divine Venerable so much, even to the point of obeying her words, and there is no sign of any mental control.
In short, Draenei on this timeline is now completely tied to Azeroth's chariot. When this world is plundered and begins to enter destruction, they will return to World of Azeroth with the alliance of gods. Over there, Night Elves has prepared a place for them to live.
The two large islands, Azuremyst Isle and Bloodmyst Isle, are located not far from World Tree, Night Elves's home base. Hu Feng decided to place the Draeneis there according to the established history. As for the other batch of Draenei on their own timeline in the future, let's see their attitude at that time.
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Sok'reth stood on the hillside, closing his eyes and feeling the Fel surging in his body, looking intoxicated.
His body has turned blood red, his eyes are burning with green Fel Fire, and there are signs of demon wings starting to grow on his back. His palms have turned into sharp claws, and with just a thought, a ball of rich Fel energy appears in his palms.
On the platform behind him, there are more than a dozen huge diamond-shaped suspended crystals, filled with rich Fel. Sok'reth Burning Legion and Draenei are currently surrounding the crystal, frantically absorbing the energy from the crystal.
Their mission has been assigned: Sok'reth Burning Legion choose a region by themselves, and then it will depend on their performance. They just need to come back before the world starts to be destroyed.
This is a letter of submission. Titan Divine Venerable is watching with cold eyes. Sok'reth now understands the master's thoughts: he is cold-minded and profit-oriented and does not need any weaklings to hold him back. If their Burning Legion fails to make some achievements, the consequences waiting for them will be extremely dark and terrifying.
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"Iron Star, launch!" Kargath* Blade Fist waved his arm blade and pointed at Highmaul in the distance and shouted.
The Iron Star launchers behind him were lined up in a row, aiming their thick muzzles at the city wall. Then there were loud explosions, and the black wheel-shaped Iron Star smashed into the city wall with fierce flames.
Highmaul is the capital of the Ogres empire. It is a giant stone city located in the westernmost part of the Nagrand grassland.
The Black Dragon Riders hovered over the Highmaul, dropping Goblins bombs one after another, followed by a burst of machine gun fire.
Kargath hates Ogres. As the master who once enslaved him and threw him into a death battle in the arena, he wants to kill all Ogres no matter which world or timeline he is in.
The people who came to Highmaul this time were basically members of the Shattered Hand Clan. They had red eyes and stared fiercely at the city wall that was about to be broken. Those Ogres hiding behind the city walls will soon know how cruel Shattered Hand Clan's anger is.
With a loud noise, a large section of the city wall in front of Highmaul collapsed, and the Ogres people desperately tried to block it.
"Attack! Charge!!!"
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Arakkoa Peaks, Skyreach.
The Arakkoas shrank their defense line in horror to the feet of Skyreach. They didn't know where this group of beautiful and elegant looking but extremely aggressive intruders came from.
These creatures called elves attacked them crazily with various magics, even to the point of killing people on sight and unable to communicate with them. Especially the group of elf mages who are extremely gorgeously dressed and whose robes are inlaid with various gemstones and crystals. They collect any valuable puppets, crystals and ancient books like scraping the ground.
In desperation, the Arakkoas summoned the sun god bird Rukhmar. The patron saint of this Arakkoa had an extremely cruel temperament. Arakkoa paid a huge price before he was willing to deal with these elves.
Archmage Aethelus looked calmly at this big bird that was radiating the sun's rays, its feathers burning like golden flames. The huge body set off waves of crazy air currents.
"Capture him alive! Dedicate it to the God! Such a good mount, Divine Venerable must like it very much, hahaha!"
Highborne quickly formed a formation, and his extremely skilled mental connection was shared with Aethelus. Ranger Corps of Night Elves is attracting the attention of Rukhmar.
The Arcane energy in Aethelus's eyes flashed violently, and magic circuits appeared on his face. He mobilized the power of Divine Eye in his chest, and his whole body exuded the dark golden morning light.
"Strengthen Arcane Barrage! Ten consecutive shots!"
Archmage's staff is like a machine gun, spraying out thick Arcane Barrage in a continuous stream. After the spiritual sharing of Highbornes, the power of these Arcane Barrages has been infinitely multiplied.
But Rukhmar didn't know. He looked disdainfully at these Arcane energy balls, which were extremely small to him, and continued to rush towards the Night Elves rangers. These rangers harassed him like hateful flies, shooting arrows with moonlight energy.
But soon he felt a sharp pain, Arcane Barrage hit him hard and exploded on him. The morning light wrapped in the middle penetrated into his body, and the wound was a mess of blood and flesh.
Rukhmar screamed and fell from the air. The dark golden morning light made him extremely painful. What frightened him even more was that his Solar Flame was actually useless against it! It is even being continuously assimilated into the new dawn.
Arcane Chains began to tie him up one after another, and a collar shining with dark golden light appeared around his neck. Aethelus suddenly pulled the chain, and Rukhmar was dragged behind the elf's position.
Arakkoa were really scared to death when they saw this. This group of terrifying outsiders actually captured Rukhmar alive! He was also tied up like an animal and became their plaything!
"Let's attack in general. Except for those scholars from Arakkoa, we will kill them all. The places we can go back to are limited, so we can't waste them."
Aethelus looked at Skyreach with a sneer and gave the order.
A few days later, Skyreach ceased to exist, the towering mountain peaks were cut in half, and the remaining Arcane fluctuations told of the atrocities of the elves.
At this moment, Night Elves is in a very fanatical state. After Crusaders's big purge, regardless of whether you are a mage or not, the belief of the major forces within the elves in the god Sargeras has reached a terrifying level.
Today's elves have completely lost their original indifferent character. They are keen to participate in major events in the world and have great interest in opening up their own territory.
His behavior has also become aggressive. This change evolved from the inexplicable arrogance that the elf was born with.
The embryonic form of an empire was slowly being born.
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