"Gah! Kneel down to Spirit of the Sun, miserable Blue Skins! You have been burned by the flames for three days, and you can't hold on anymore! But why are you so stubborn? You are obviously walking the same glorious path as us, why don't you want to kneel down under the wings of the supreme and powerful Sun God?
Gua, you Draenei are really as stubborn as the inferior and stubborn rocks of the earth."
The Arakkoa priest, wearing a very ethnic sun robe, folded his wings.
The strange bird-man head stared at the Draenei Garrison Commander tied to the Apexis chain in front of him in a smart but arrogant manner. It held a scroll of <Sun Bible> that all high-level Arakkoa firmly believed in and regarded as the truth. It held the scroll dotted with luxurious crystals high and spoke Draenei with a rather strange accent in its own Arakkoa tongue.
It changed to a gentler tone and persuaded the prisoner in a difficult situation in front of him:
"You and your shameless companions boldly disturbed the noble Spirit of the Sun, gah! You collided with the great mother of all Arakkoa. According to the law of Skyreach, you should be thrown from high altitude to the ground to death!
But we graciously forgive you!
Just because you said it yourself, you are blessed by Holy Fire just like us. Oh, this is true. Your golden light is as bright as our sun's sacred fire. It must be the glory of Rukhmar that shines on you.
However, it is a big mistake for you to call it "Holy Light". It is just an apocrypha written by you without understanding the truth. Alas, Spirit of the Sun of Draenor is the One miracle born in the light!
You should kneel down to Him and ask Him to grant you courage and strip away your pathetic weakness, making you as pure and powerful as the Son of Light, and letting you learn to integrate into our flock. As long as you call the name of Rukhmar sincerely, we will accept you."
"Shut up! Blasphemers, you are apocryphal! You have written cruelty and barbarity in your scriptures, leading your noble people to survive like wild beasts and regard it as glory, but how can any god in this world ask his children to become monsters who take pride in ignorance?
Your extreme minds cannot understand the true meaning of Holy Light.
You can continue to torture me, but you can never make me obey your wrong dogma! Not only does my faith not allow me to do this, but my wisdom also cannot allow myself to walk with despicable beasts."
Eredath, who was naked except for a pair of underwear, pulled at the crystal chain that trapped him, and he yelled weakly.
He was tied up here by this group of barbaric Sun Priest, who used strange lenses to attract Sunfire and burned him for three whole days. If it weren't for Holy Light's protection, Eredath would have turned into a torch long ago.
But compared to the physical pain and unbearable thirst, what Eredath couldn't bear the most was that these barbaric Arakkoa didn't know what was wrong in their minds, but they kept trying to "preach" to him.
In the beginning, this was a normal "faith exchange".
But after Eredath explained the scriptures of Holy Light to them and the Arakkoa believers who were watching, and Draenei's understanding of Holy Light, again here In the square of Sun Temple, in full view of Skyreach, after refuting seventeen Sun Priests in one breath, these Sun Priests who were not Draenei's opponents at all in Bible debate became angry with embarrassment.
Their majesty among the people was shattered by Blue Skins's clever tongue. In spite of his anger, he was unwilling to use a massacre to solve the problem violently.
Especially after realizing that some high-level Arakkoa had actually shaken the majesty of Sun God because of Eredath's preaching, they whimsically wanted to turn Eredath into their "Sun God" believers.
Okay.
Eredath admitted that the glorious giant bird he saw on Skyreach these days, which seemed to be cast by Sunfire, was indeed quite sacred!
There was a moment when he was really shocked by that "Sun God", but if you think that such a glorious demigod can replace Holy Light's position in his heart, that is absolutely nonsense.
But through these few days of observation, Eredath also keenly discovered these "problems" with Arakkoa.
The teachings of the book <Sun Bible> they compiled are fundamentally wrong.
"There is something wrong with your Sun God. Although it is shining, it is like a beast covered in sunlight. It is just a sacred body, and there is no real noble soul living in it. You cannot summarize it as "the teachings of Sun God" just because of its beastly habits.
This is not right!
You should help your god and help it find a way to awaken its sanity! Even gathering here and reciting scriptures ten thousand times is not as good as your "healing" for it! It needs your help, it really needs it."
Eredath, who was hanging on Crystal Tower, earnestly persuaded the priest Arakkoa in front of him:
"I firmly believe that the glorious blessing given to you by Holy Light through your Sun God is still there! You were born in the sun, and you are responsible for this world. The power of light given to you by your Sun God is not for you to harm your fellow humans, nor is it for you to live like beasts."
"Shut up! Infidel! How dare you so shamelessly slander our supreme Sun God?"
Eredath's persuasion had the opposite effect. He angered the gorgeously dressed Arakkoa in front of him. This guy waved his wings to levitate and cursed:
"Our Sun God is perfect. He possesses power, beauty and authority. Your dark soul cannot understand this original nobility! He retains his beastly habits only to guide Arakkoas to conquer the sky with their own strength.
Survival of the fittest is the law of nature! All weak ones must be eliminated! This is why our crows are strong!
Oh, you can't even think of interfering with the sacred crows of Rukhmar with your pathetic scriptures. We will never allow such weak voices to appear in our Skyreach Holy Land. Hey, these rebellious guys secretly fed you water last night, right?
They are bewitched by your heretical thoughts!
And those Arakkoas who are secretly passing notes recording your words, croak, we will catch them, and we will punish them for being unfaithful to their beliefs! Throw them down! Let them prove their courage and purity to the sky!"
"Holy Light, stop this evil act!"
Amidst the roar of Eredath, he saw several Arakkoa guards grabbing the few Arakkoa civilians who secretly helped him last night, and during the latter's struggle, they threw them away from the city in the sky. The miserable screams of those Arakkoas echoed above the clouds.
They had wings that could fly, but these damn vicious priests actually tied their wings in order to make them fall to death, in order to frighten the people in this city who were ready to take action.
This matter is also recorded in their <Sun Bible>, which is one of the "Rukhmar's Ten Punishments".
In the past few days, Eredath has seen with his own eyes how cruelly Sun Priest will deal with Arakkoa who disobeys them. These priests rely on this vicious method to rule this city in the sky.
They will even borrow the name "Sun God" and use lenses made by Apexis Crystal to direct the light of the sun to ignite those who resist.
This act of using the "light" that originally represented hope and holiness in a cruel way made Eredath heartbroken. His eyes widened, and blood flowed from the corners of his cracked eyes due to thirst. He angrily shouted:
"I firmly believe that I was sent here by Holy Light with a mission! I have clearly seen that the evil one has never been the high-level Arakkoa, but you Sun Priest who compiled apocrypha, monopolized the right to interpret scriptures, and personally twisted the minds of the people, leading the people into barbarism and darkness!
You! You are the biggest cancer in this city!
You are the real evil who do bad things in the name of the sun!
The followers of Holy Light will one day come to eradicate you, and we will definitely free Skyreach from your tyranny!"
His roaring and scolding at this time could not make Sun Priest in front of him feel ashamed. On the contrary, this cruel guy was happy to see Eredath continue to be harsh.
This would give it enough reason to punish this die-hard "heretic".
"Hey, what a sharp-tongued pagan! Let the sun wash away your dark heart!"
This guy waved his gorgeous and exaggerated robe and asked his servants to turn the special device in front of him. Soon, golden fire ignited on the ground, and was applied to Eredath in the sliding light.
Draenei recited the scriptures of Holy Light loudly to attract the protection of the holy power and fight against the sun's flame which originated from the same source.
Not only did the sun fire used by Arakkoa to torture him not weaken Eredath's Holy Light, on the contrary, the fusion and beating of the two rays of light made the scene of him being tortured very much like those persecuted pioneers.
Several priest apprentices hiding in the crowd exchanged glances with each other.
They have been guarding Eredath here in the past few days, and they have also listened to the whole process of the Bible debate by Draenei and Sun Priest.
The strong and fearless Draenei would loudly explain to them the teachings of Holy Light every time he was tortured, which was another theory completely different from the teachings of Sun God.
The collision of the two beliefs undoubtedly caused doubts in the minds of these priest apprentices.
They should firmly believe in the traditions of their race.
But if Sun Priests are really right, then why have Skyreach's rebellions, big and small, never stopped in the hundreds of years since the fall of the greatest Talon King Terokk?
If Sun Priest are the righteous party, why can't people forget the wisdom of His Majesty Terokk even after hundreds of years?
High-level Arakkoa is the first civilization in the Draenor world to give birth to civilization and establish a kingdom. They are by no means born cruel and ignorant, but why has the kingdom of the sun continued to decline for thousands of years and finally reduced to this?
There must be something wrong in the middle.
High-level Arakkoa used to believe in Sun Priest's teachings, but could not find the answer to the question. However, Draenei Holy Light Walker, who was captured and tortured here, might be able to give them a more reasonable explanation?
"Holy Light" in his mouth, or the sun scriptures chanted by priests for thousands of years, which one is the apocrypha that must be abandoned?
Can the glory of Rukhmar shine again in the confused souls of Arakkoa people with the help of this change? Can He treat His people with kindness and justice like the Holy Light that these Blue Skins believe in?
"Hmm"
A tired whimper came from Maraad's mouth as he stood up with his war hammer.
The eyes of the determined Garrison Commander were filled with vigilance, and the armor on his body was covered with battle scars.
He has lost count of how long he has been fighting in this damn shadow illusion. He can't even distinguish whether this is the real world or some vicious trick?
He only remembered that when he and Eredath were investigating near Skyreach, they accidentally saw the "big secret" hidden on the clouds of Spires of Arak. Then Eredath and himself were separated by a sudden shadow storm.
He was swept here by the storm, and the last scene in his memory was that of Eredath being surrounded by high-level Arakkoa who fell from the sky.
Damn it!
I failed to protect my battle brothers, I failed to fulfill the instructions of my elders, I let Holy Light down, and I may never be able to become as great a Garrison Commander as Vigilant and his father.
I am just a loser.
Maybe he should.
Wrong!
This is spiritual illusion!
"Pa"
Maraad waved his hand and slapped himself in the face without hesitation, which allowed him to wake up from that damn "defeatism". The moment he recovered, he rolled outwards and avoided the assassinations of several weird Fallen Arakkoa in the dirty pool of blood. When he stood up, he called out to Holy Light and opened his wings.
It was like a dazzling light erupted in this dark and evil place. The dazzling light was like a halo impact, causing several Fallen Arakkoa assassins to scream and retreat, only for Maraad to pounce on them and knock them to the ground one by one with a hammer.
Just like countless previous battles, after those Arakkoa were defeated, their dirty figures turned into black smoke Dispersion.
This is also the reason why Maraad can never tell whether he is in reality or not.
Although he has never dealt with Fallen Arakkoa Warlock before, he is sure that Fallen Arakkoa is also a living flesh and blood life, and it is unlikely that he will crush him to ashes with a hammer.
Without mastering a supreme holy fire as brilliant and hot as Diakum the Saint, it would be impossible to create a whole line of exaggerated special effects like "Ashen Path".
"Huhu"
Garrison Commander, who won again, gasped while leaning on his Gemstone Warhammer.
He looked at the bloody rain falling from the gray sky around him. He stepped on a scarlet swamp and drew his sword. He seemed to be the only one left in the world. He didn't know how long he could hold on, but Maraad was determined enough.
He touched the Argus Heart ring on his finger, and then touched the gem box in his arms that had been placed close to him.
Garrison Commander opened the box and found that the shadow crystal placed inside had "faded" a lot. Vigilant used Lady Kara's dark crystal as his own test. He had never known how to purify this powerful and dangerous fragment before, but now he knows.
You must carry it with you and use your Holy Light to fight, and use your Holy Light to spend a long time to disperse the darkness in the crystal.
Maraad cannot break this damn shadow illusion on his own, but he can be sure that as long as he can use Holy Light to purify this crystal in constant battles, and when it shines brightly and bestows the sacred power of Lady Kara on himself, this fallen Blood Rain Illusion will definitely be crushed by his own hands!
"No matter who you are!"
Garrison Commander picked up the war hammer and ignored his tired spirit. He shouted at the bloody rain:
"No matter what you are, you can never defeat my will and my faith! I am Maraad of Argus, I am the son of Malderan Commodore, and I am the adjutant of Vigilant! Holy Light is watching over me, and I will never let Him down.
Come on, evil!
Come and challenge Garrison Commander from Draenei, you will definitely fail!"
"Hoo ho ho ho"
A strange wind of shadow blew through the Pool of Blood Rain at this moment, making the strange Blasted Lands even colder. It seemed to be responding to Maraad's provocation. In the illusion of falling black feathers, Maraad saw the image of a tall and handsome high-level Arakkoa emerging from the falling black feathers.
It stared at Garrison Commander in front of it with stern eyes like a glorious king, seeming to be examining his power and threat.
"Are you the evil Dark Hand?"
Maraad stepped firmly on the blood pool, grabbed his Gemstone Warhammer, and roared:
"Holy Light, this evil is worth fighting! Witness the victory I win in your name."
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Maraad shouted the war slogan "Holy Light help me".
Maraad went up enthusiastically.
Maraad was killed instantly.
He was so exhausted that he couldn't even see clearly the movement of the glorious Arakkoa in front of him waving the claw blade at this moment. He only saw the dazzling light wheel spinning and flying out of the circle, cutting his body with the brutal attitude of "Eight-Part Light Wheel", and then, his head flew out and fell into the blood pool in the rotation of his vision.
At the last moment of vision, his headless body was smashed into the smelly mud.
The moment he closed his eyes, he heard a voice as sinister as the cold wind in the night:
"Well, the battle between Draenei and Talon King, who are arrogantly trying to challenge the shadows, is really boring. Now it is 1:0, kid, you are trying to reveal the biggest secret here for your Holy Light. You provoked this land, and you got a response!
Keep fighting!
But I remind you, there are only 9 chances left. Your soul can only survive 9 more tears before it will die forever, and the wonderful things you hide in your soul will fall into my hands!
Hoo ho ho, will anyone really come to save you?
I'm curious."
"Bang"
The response to this sarcasm and ridicule was a fierce hammer.
Garrison Commander, who was "resurrected" in the ominous illusion, launched another attack with weapons in hand without any hesitation.
The purple Gemstone Warhammer escaped from the attack by the hot wing blades gathered by Sunflare, but Maraad did not stop fighting just because the weapon was released. On the contrary, this Draenei Garrison Commander gave full play to its racial advantages.
Stomping on the ground with heavy hooves, he punched Guangyao Arakkoa on the chin with the ancient Jed'hin Martial Arts collision at close range.
Maraad, who has a very high fighting EQ, has already realized this guy's fast and deadly fighting style in the previous encounter. He knows that he cannot miss the opportunity once he succeeds in hitting, and Garrison Commander, who keeps throwing heavy punches, becomes more and more courageous the more he fights.
Seeing that Arakkoa was about to pull away and take off into the sky, Maraad immediately opened his wings and called for Holy Light's blessing.
With a roar, he rose up into the sky and latched onto Arakkoa. The two of them became entangled and flew into the air. They lost their balance during the constant fight and crashed into the dirty blood pool like meteors.
The brave Garrison Commander was covered in blood by the sharp counterattack of the strange Arakkoa, but he strangled the opponent's neck with all his strength, and with the help of Holy Light's power, the wings flew in the blood pool.
He felt that he was close to victory, but the gap in life levels made Garrison Commander quickly realize that this was just an illusion.
Forced into a disadvantage by him, Guangyao Arakkoa summoned the cutting wings in anger and neighing, and the power blessed by Sunflare quickly turned into Solar Storm and swept over, involving the two of them, and in a few seconds, Maraad was cut into pieces of meat on the ground.
As before, he "resurrected" after a few seconds.
The moment I opened my eyes, what I saw was still the endless rain of blood falling all over the sky. The sky was so gloomy that there was no trace of sunlight and only muffled thunder echoed above the clouds, just like the hell in mortal legends.
He stood up, took his Gemstone Warhammer from his side, and looked at the glorious Arakkoa in front of him that he had just tried his best but could not defeat.
This guy always says nothing, leaving Maraad unable to verify where it comes from.
But from the overly gorgeous golden pendants on this guy and the exaggerated feathers on the back of his head that look like a crown, it is not difficult to guess that this Arakkoa, who seems to have been blessed by the sun, is definitely a big shot of Skyreach.
However, its eyes were blank, and what was reflected in the shadow behind it was a distorted and depraved image. There was no doubt that the powerful Arakkoa in front of him was trapped here by the hidden "spirit of darkness" just like himself.
In addition to its exaggerated fighting instinct, this glorious Arakkoa has no reaction to anything around it, just like a puppet on strings.
"If you are also a prisoner, maybe I should pray to Holy Light to grant you freedom."
Maraad was not in a hurry to attack this time.
This was his second death. According to the dark spirit, his soul would be completely broken after ten times. In fact, Garrison Commander did feel an indescribable ominous coldness lingering in his heart.
It's like a cold curse counting down, and as long as you encounter failure, you will continue to push towards the end.
During the two contacts, he had realized that he was no match for the Arakkoa in front of him in terms of strength, endurance, combat skills, or control and use of Holy Light.
Even compared with those Orcs legendary Chieftain, the combat power of this Arakkoa is terrifying.
This is not the opponent that Maraad should fight against at this stage, but he must defeat it now to be able to escape this bloody Blasted Lands. Since his own strength cannot win even under the most perfect display, it is time to use some less "glorious" means.
Maraad is a Garrison Commander who values martial ethics. His emphasis on personal honor comes from his father's words and deeds and family inheritance, but this does not mean that "Great Uncle" is a person who does not know how to adapt.
When faced with a desperate situation, he would seize every opportunity to fight against death, so he decisively activated the Argus Heart ring on his finger.
After experiencing the Auchindoun Sanctuary battle, this ancient artifact is no longer just a symbol of history and oaths.
Vigilant uses divine power to guide those heroic spirits to reside in the artifact, and the blessing of World Power is also reopened to the holder. However, because Argus Star Soul currently has insufficient power in the world of Draenor, this power of protection can only be used at the most critical moment.
In jargon, it is an explosive move with a long CD and a "weakening" effect, and can summon spirits to assist in combat.
"I will fight in the holy posture of "Son of Argus"! The hidden evil! You will see with your own eyes that this power defeats your dark realm and releases the soul imprisoned by you! Holy Light! Witness me."
Maraad raised the warhammer. With the call of Holy Light and the activation of Argus Heart, while his Holy Light turned into a pair of wings to support and burst out, the blessing from World Power also caused the faint blue phantom light to flow into the light of Garrison Commander, causing his aura to rise steadily.
A fully armed Ancient Eredar Warrior also appeared next to Maraad. He raised his hands to let Holy Light transform into a giant sword, and he and Garrison Commander attacked the glorious Arakkoa in front of him one after another.
Putting aside the improvement in personal combat effectiveness, the magnificent explosion caused by the activation of Argus Heart made the entire Blood Rain Illusion vibrate, and the Blackhand hiding in the dark behind the scenes let out sighs like the chirping of birds.
It trapped Maraad here and this is what it wants to see!
It knows what happened to Auchindoun in the past few days. As the demigod born from Draenor, every wind in this world will bring it back the truth it wants to pry into. It knows Orcs was gathering, and it also knew that Draenei had formed a covenant to resist the war. It also learned in the trembling world dream that the clutches of the Burning Legion had entered Draenor.
Danger is coming!
It urgently needs to seize every opportunity to protect itself and the inheritance of Arakkoa. After learning about the failure of Annihilator Demon Wolf, it is eager to study this powerful power that does not belong to Draenor.
It wants to find out what kind of power is hidden in these "aliens" that crashed in the world of Draenor more than two hundred years ago?
Even though Maraad, which was trapped in the shadow by itself, used its explosive move, it still didn't think that its "blessed one" would lose to this dazzling man with hoofs.
That is the most powerful wise leader born in the history of Arakkoa!
Haha, Talon King who was "blessed" by Three Gods of Arak at the same time belongs to Invincible!
But considering that this hoof man has indeed shown a unique power that can be analyzed and studied by himself, so he will be kicked out after his failure. Sparing his life will be regarded as a rare mercy from himself, so as to teach those arrogant outsiders that Spires of Arak is never a place where they can be allowed to run wild!
Blackhand behind the scenes hiding in the darkness thinks so.
It felt that it was really too kind, and couldn't help but feel a little proud of its kind deeds, and even chirped with satisfaction like a bird.
But just when this guy was about to appreciate the exaggerated and gorgeous light and shadow effects when Argus Star Soul's power exploded, it suddenly felt a force that also originated from Holy Light, but which was more than ten times more powerful in terms of size and destructive power than the hoof man trapped in front of it, was rapidly approaching.
Bad! Danger!
"Quick! Retreat quickly! There is a master, when did he come? Retreat quickly!"
The demigod in the shadow neighed.
It will take back the glorious Arakkoa who is still fighting Maraad into its own shadow, just like those glue guys who hastily locked up a cabinet of "wives" before the arrival of their naughty relatives.
"Unlucky guys attract dangerous guys, quack, I knew that all of you Blue Skins who fell from the sky are troublemakers!"
A piercing scream with a hint of frustration sounded in Maraad's ears.
Before the erupting Garrison Commander could react, he was thrown out of this bloody illusion amidst the swirling black crow feathers, and the scream of the "Lord of Darkness" still echoed in his ears:
"Go away, go away! Take your Holy Light and get out of Spires of Arak. The sky, the earth and the shadows here do not welcome you! Oh, curse you shiny Blue Skins!"
The moment Maraad struggled to raise his head while tumbling, he saw the familiar Solar Blinding Light turning into an arrow in the air and blasting straight into the illusion entrance that had not yet closed in the air.
He knew who it was, so he completely relaxed at this moment.
When Yrel caught him from the fall and pulled him up into the spirit dragon saddle, he could still hear the angry roar of his elders:
"Do you only bully young people? Anzu! Don't hide your head and show your tail, talk in a big way!"