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When Dick led people to Governor District in Karabor Temple, Neri and Akama were directing the Karabor guards to storm the traitor's lair.

Both sides used giant defense units like Arcane Guardian. Those Arcane machines that were five or six meters high were fighting each other in this cleared area. The loud noise caused by the clash of steel made the place look like a battlefield.

In addition to Othaar's Governor's Mansion, there were also some fanatical followers who were constantly releasing various spells. Dick stepped forward and took a look around. After seeing Man'ari with red skin among those guys, his expression became quite ugly.

Regardless of Eredar or Draenei, it takes time to transform into the Fallen.

Othaar's followers are currently staying in the southern highlands of Shadowmoon Valley, but the followers he left behind actually already have the Fallen, which is enough to prove that they came into contact with Fel much earlier than imagined.

"But it is difficult for Man'ari to escape punishment under the scrutiny of Holy Light. The Fel flowing in their bodies will prompt them to do some very exaggerated things. I can't imagine How Othaar managed to hide these the Fallen in Karabor Temple this Holy Light Holy Land for so long cannot be explained by the laziness of other archbishops' minds."

Dick said to Neri beside him:

"These the Fallen have mastered some damn hiding skills. They can hide from Holy Light's inspection, which means that we cannot judge in a short time how many followers Othaar has and where they are hiding.

Is the traitor inside?"

"Here! Yura just took the risk to investigate personally. She saw Othaar personally presiding over some evil ritual in the mansion."

Neri whispered:

"As for your doubts, it is certain that the Sha'tar priests led by Governor O'sar personally must be screened from beginning to end. They have been responsible for guarding the remains of Naaru D'ore for the past two hundred years and trying to find ways to contact other Naaru.

As the leader, Othaar betrayed us. No wonder this important work is progressing so slowly."

"They may have developed some knowledge, but Othaar obviously has no intention of sharing it. He just wants to trap us in the Draenor world."

Archbishop Akama frowned and said:

"Othaar has written several books before to spread his ideas. Although for Eredar like us, those radical ideas seem a bit naive, but for the younger generation, especially the young people who were born in Draenor and have not experienced exile, if Othaar's power theory is regarded as a guide to life, then decadence is the inevitable outcome."

"Now is not the time to talk about this!"

Dick interrupted Akama's worries and said:

"Have the people in the Governor's Mansion been rescued?"

"We organized a raid and rescued some, but the rest were taken deep into the mansion. Othaar obviously wanted to sacrifice those innocents as sacrifices to his demon master."

Neri loaded the purple Gem Hunter Rifle in her hand and said:

"Akama arrived just in time. He blocked Othaar's plan to escape to Sha'tar Altar. Now that guy has jumped over the wall in a hurry and has nowhere to escape."

"Then come and attack with me!"

Dick nodded and said:

"Destroy these Man'ari lunatics before they can complete their ritual."

"Wait a minute, Vigilant, Archbishop Hataaru is coming. He has a way to get rid of these Arcane Guardian that Othaar uses to protect the mansion."

Akama blocked:

"Othaar, because of his status, mobilized the oldest and most powerful "Immortal" eternal Guardian Qualarm in our hands to protect him. These Guardian Qualarm are driven by soul cores. They were all warriors who had experienced hundreds of battles during their lives, so when they died in battle, they received the best engineering bodies as their fighting Holy Sarcophagus.

This is a new tradition developed by Draenei in exile. It is a proof of our sacrifice and courage, but their poor thinking can easily be exploited.

These steel giants are extremely destructive, and if they are attacked forcefully, they will definitely cause unnecessary losses."

"Ancient?"

Dick was stunned for a moment and said:

"How old are these Guardian Qualarms?"

"The leader "Immortal" is said to come directly from the Argus era."

Akama sighed and said:

"Othaar kept it with him in the name of "researching ancient technology". The technicians under the traitor also added many offensive weapons to it, making its combat effectiveness comparable to that of the legend."

"Arcane Guardian is the special skill of the Arcane Academy magic technology. If it comes from the Argus era, then it definitely comes from the Arcane Academy."

Diakum rummaged through his Magic Satchel and quickly found the emblem of his former security brigade captain Arcane Academy. He then raised it high and strode to the front of the fighting Arcane Guardian. He shouted loudly:

"This is Captain Arcane Academy Garrison Commander Diakum Zastinss! With the security inspection authority granted to me by the Academy, I require you to start the authentication sequence immediately! Enter the command reset mode!"

Amidst the shouts of Dick, the largest one among them, Arcane Guardian, made a beep beep sound. With one against three, it took a few steps back with its huge and heavy body, then closed its shield-shaped arms, and entered the "standby" state with the operation of the internal machinery in the flash of round purple gems dotted all over the body.

The posture of these Arcane Guardian when in standby is like an elegant golden carved column. It is difficult for people who are not familiar with these huge Guardian Qualarm to distinguish them at the first time. This fully shows the kind of artistic bacteria that Draenei inherited from Eredar.

Dick held the emblem of his security team leader and stepped forward, touching the ancient Arcane Guardian, and asked:

"Report identity! Warrior."

"Arcane Academy Garrison Commander sequence, Arcane Guardian Commander Quaram is at your service, Commander Diakum! Didi, start the greeting program. I am very happy to see you again after more than 20,000 years."

A mechanical-style voice came from the ancient guard sound module in front of him, making Dick raise his eyebrows and said:

"Guardian Qualarm Quaram? I remember you! My ancient and loyal brother. Didn't you follow Executor Viralla on board the "Pure Light" spacecraft? I remember that all the members of the Arcane Academy were on that ship.

Why are you here?"

"Start the answer command."

This big metal man with strong combat power replied:

"I was inspired by your feat. After hearing that the prophet Velen was about to lead the Draenei clan to become a sentinel that attracted the attention of demons, I volunteered to lead a Garrison Commander team to Genedar to follow the prophet in exile.

My body was damaged in an encounter 16,000 years ago, and I entered Arcane Guardian, who had been fighting with me for more than 10,000 years.

There is no need to be sad about what happened to me, Commander Diakum, I already have an immortal body. I can pay tribute to you and Malderan Commodore's great cause, and devote the rest of my life to the cause of protecting the people."

"But you were used, Quaram, my battle brother."

Dick sighed and said:

"Othaar betrayed our people. He took refuge in the Burning Legion! He hijacked civilians to perform evil rituals in the mansion. I must defeat him! I need your help. You are already a brave enough veteran with thousands of years of experience, so I recruit you as General Hand of Argus to join Hand of Argus Legion!

I appoint you as the breaker tonight to save those people who are in danger for us!"

"Hey, the ownership rights have been overwritten! Immortal Quaram is registered as a recruit of "Hand of Argus" Burning Legion! Activate the war command! Traitor, unforgivable!"

With an obviously angry roar, the huge Arcane Guardian entered combat mode again.

Its huge shield-shaped arms were raised when it stood up, and then it came down with a mighty force, knocking down those Arcane Guardians who obeyed Othaar's instructions. Then, under the orders of Dick, this legendary Immortal charged up its power on the spot and smashed its fists at the Governor's Mansion's house behind it.

In the loud noise, bricks and stones flew everywhere, and the wall, which was the first line of defense, was smashed. Those Man'ari fled in terror, but were chased by Quaram and trampled to death one by one.

As a veteran who has experienced the decisive battle of Argus for thousands of years, the hatred for the devil is written in its bones. Even if it has become the core of its soul, after the wrong order is corrected, the Immortal War Guard is still willing to use the most extreme strength to protect its former companions into the evil place.

Seeing that Dick had really convinced the ancient Immortal to rebel, Neri and Akama immediately led their respective soldiers into Othaar's mansion from both sides.

This formation was caught off guard, and those Man'ari were rushed up and killed by Dick before they even had time to react. If they tried to escape, they would be targeted with arrows and bullets by the rangers rushing around.

The followers of Othaar are radical young people.

After they degenerated into Man'ari, they were far unable to compete with the Awakening believers in terms of force or cunning. Faced with the impact of the regular army, they almost collapsed.

But the guards placed inside the mansion by the rebellious governor were the real elite.

They wear the same Karabor Temple guard armor as the attackers, use the same Crystalcasting weapons, and even have the same appearance and origin, but now they have to draw swords against each other in this Holy Light temple because of different ideas.

But Dick, who came in with the Hand of Argus recruits, did not attack immediately.

He held up his Battle Staff wrapped around Holy Light and stared at the silent governor's guards in front of him. He looked into their eyes under their helmets. In those eyes, he saw determination, fanaticism, but also a trace of confusion and confusion.

They will fight to the last minute for the governor's orders and the ideals they believe in, but they really can't understand why they became traitors to the people overnight?

They are still defending this beloved city even in the evening!

"What did Othaar promise to you?"

Dick asked loudly:

"Look at me! Children, I am Diakum Zastinss, I am Vigilant, I am the commander-in-chief of Hand of Argus, I come from Argus, I have experienced the most desperate day of Argus!

Like your fathers, I bid farewell to my hometown with despair.

I think that when we have gone through all that but still choose to stand tall and move forward, there will no longer be any suffering that can defeat us, but now I see a group of Draenei with faith following wrong leaders and committing unforgivable sins against their own people!

So, tell me, children, what did the traitor promise to you? Can you give up your eyes to distinguish right from wrong, can it blind your still firm heart? What kind of promise can make you willing to serve the devil? "

"We don't!"

Warrior, a female member of the Governor's guards screamed:

"We did not follow those evil temptations, we did not degenerate into Man'ari! We were just obeying the orders of Governor O'sar, only he can lead us to protect our hometown!

Great Prophet is a cowardly leader. Faced with Orcs's provocation, he only thinks about peace, but completely ignores that our people have been threatened by war!

Our spaceship crashed! Vigilant.

We cannot leave this world. Whether we are willing or not, Draenei must live again in Draenor, but Orcs does not allow us to embrace peace.

The archbishops are a bunch of cowards who dare not resist!

Only Governor O'sar promised us the future, and our people can live the peaceful life they want in the Draenor world.

Argus in the story is good.

I know that for you Ancient Eredar, no place can replace the Argus in your hearts, but we have never seen that legendary hometown since we were born.

For me, the Telmor I was born in is my the One home! Just like you insist on that ridiculous and impossible World Vow, just like you declare that you will return to your hometown, I must also protect my family and my hometown.

My hometown is here!

Right at my feet!

I was born and raised here, no matter what you say, I will never give it up to the Orcss who are eyeing me."

The voice of this woman Warrior was full of anger and despair.

Obviously, she didn't think that Warrior like them could resist the Vigilant Saint from the myth, but she didn't hide her thoughts, she said it loudly.

Such rebuke made Akama and Neri look sad.

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It was their failure to take good care of these radical young talents that allowed the careerist Othaar to confuse their hearts. Dick has been very dissatisfied with Bishop Council since he woke up, and there is a reason why the voices of these young people now represent Vigilant's dissatisfaction.

Under their leadership, it took just over two hundred years for such terrible rifts to appear in the people's minds. Facts have proved that Bishop Council indeed failed to complete their work. Even if it was mixed with the wanton guidance of terrible traitors in the dark, Bishop Council's dereliction of duty cannot be ignored.

"Velen is not a coward! Great Prophet is stronger than you think."

Dick took a step forward, pointed the staff in his hand on the ground, and in the entanglement of light, he said loudly:

"But I feel your grievance, children.

Not everyone can accept that their families and loved ones are threatened and remain indifferent. Orcs is indeed a problem, and just now, on my way here, I personally executed a Orcs Chieftain who launched a war against Shadowmoon Valley.

I promise you, that will not be the first Orcs Chieftain to die in my hands.

Just as I will promise you, after I return, I will never allow any of my tribe to be harmed by a shameful war.

Time is tight, so I can't explain much to you.

But you have all heard my story, and you all know what kind of person Vigilant is. I am here to make a promise to you. Please Holy Light witness my oath of protection. I will never allow your hometown to be defeated by disaster, let alone Draenor to encounter the same tragedy as Argus.

So, kids, who do you prefer to believe?

That bastard Othaar who is hiding in the secret room behind you, persecuting the people and summoning demons? Or is it me, the old man who just woke up from the enlightenment of Holy Light?"

Facing Dick's promise and his questioning, the governor's guards in front of them remained silent. When the female Warrior who had spoken before gritted her teeth and threw the first war spear to the ground, the conflict had effectively disappeared.

She said very tiredly:

"The people are not harmed. We protect them and do not allow those Man'ari to get close to them. Othaar is cruelly using his followers as sacrifices. In fact, if you hadn't suddenly appeared, we would have escorted the civilians away.

We just want to fight Orcs and let them pay with blood.

We are unwilling to harm our compatriots. I did something wrong. I let you down. You were my childhood hero. I am ashamed of my people."

She pulled out a protective sword and was about to wipe it off her neck, but the weapon was shot down by a bullet from Neri, who had quick eyesight and quick hands.

"Good kids, they are all good kids. It's not your fault."

Dick quickly stepped forward to hug the young man who wanted to die for atonement. He patted the young man on the shoulder, used Priest's Mind Soothe and said softly:

"Now I need you to take up arms and come with me to find that bastard Othaar and ask him what facts he has concealed from you over the past many years. It was he who colluded with Orcs's Shadow Council to try to provoke a confrontation between the two races. He is the instigator of this war and is the toxin used by the demons to poison the people's hearts.

Don't worry, kids.

I promise you that no one will hold you accountable for your mistakes. You have done the right thing, just like me when I was young, I recognized my mistakes and drew a clear line with the past, and I have the courage to shoulder my responsibilities.

Come!

Come with me!

Let us put an end to this stupid and shameful evil trick by Othaar."

He strode forward, Hand of Argus's new recruits followed him. When Maraad passed the tired woman Warrior, he bent down, picked up the war spear and put it into her hand. He said:

"I grew up in Argus, but for the past many years, I have been living in Telmor. Please behave decently and don't embarrass our city!"

"Yes! Captain Maraad."

In the deepest part of the Governor's Mansion, the hall where Holy Light should have been praying was already filled with blood.

Because of the strong protection of the people by the governor's guards, the eager Man'aris could not get enough sacrifices, so they could only use those young people who fanatically pursued Othaar as materials for the devil's blood sacrifice.

These young people joined an organization called "Sargerei", and from the name you can tell that it represents the servants of "Socrethar the Eternal".

They once thought this was a matter of glory. The incited young people thought they could finally get rid of the weak prophets and incompetent archbishops, and follow the Governor O'sar who cared about the people to launch a "holy war" in the Draenor world in the name of protecting the people's right to survival.

But there is always a gap between glorious ideals and cold reality.

Those cold corpses that had fallen in the filthy ritual probably couldn't believe when death came that the Governor O'sar they were following would mercilessly cut their necks.

With the help of the blood sacrifice ceremony of the Man'aris, the pure power of Fel is reverberating in this hall. They roll and merge into the tall body of Governor O'sar in a cheering posture, allowing the original blue-purple skin to transform into a more offensive red-red color due to the infusion of power.

This is the corruption ritual of Man'ari, the first step in completing the magic casting.

Unfortunately, the Demon Ascension reward that Othaar wanted to get was destined to fail today. He failed to achieve the vision he promised to the overlords in Twisting Nether, and naturally he could not get the most tempting reward.

"Inform the Socrethar's Rise clansmen and ask them to abandon that place and join my servant Lathorn to continue executing that important plan."

Othaar, who was in the magic casting, closed his eyes and felt the power surging in his body. The former Holy Light Walker spoke in a cold tone at this moment.

He said:

"Notify my favorite warrior Havari that she can bring her Warriors to join Shadow Council. Vigilant's return is a very troublesome situation. Gul'dan must speed up the progress in order to complete our plan to bloodbath Draenor before he does something damned.

Havari is the most powerful and talented Warrior among us, Gul'dan must use her power well.

I may not be able to leave Karabor Temple today, but my servants, we have been blessed by Twisting Nether, and we already have immortal souls!

This defeat is insignificant, Burning Legion will definitely win, Burning Legion will definitely"

"Boom"

The scorching explosion interrupted Othaar's bewitching sermon to the servants.

When the Man'ari elites who knelt in front of the traitors stood up with weapons in hand, they saw Vigilant charging towards them with war spears in the holy Lightforging, like an angry ram.

The opponent didn't even intend to say a single word to them, and started with a killing tactic like Ashen Judgment.

Guardians of Kings, which was not summoned when fighting Kilrogg before, was also summoned. Its appearance means that Dick has a cold murderous intention at this time.

It was almost the same as the boiling murderous intention when he executed Gul'dan before.

"Bang"

A Man'ari was grabbed by Vigilant's neck, lifted up and thrown to the ground, and then his head was crushed by scorching heavy hooves. His filthy soul howled and tried to escape from the burning of Holy Light and escape back to Twisting Nether, but under the wide-eyed gaze of Othaar, the soul of the Fallen was caught up and burned by the cruel Holy Light, and finally turned into a ball of fly ash and scattered.

"I hope you have completed the magic casting! Othaar, maybe I should call you another name, Socrethar the Eternal."

Dick stepped on Zealous Devotion and strode towards Othaar. He scolded:

"I hope you have received the so-called Fel blessing from Twisting Nether, which gives you the immortal soul you think you have, and makes you feel that you can hide in Twisting Nether without being punished by justice.

That means I can use Holy Light to incinerate you, and that means I won't have to see your disgusting face again in the rest of my life.

Don't have any wild fantasies about your own outcome. I can tell you clearly that the demons purified by me have no chance of resurrection!

You!

Same thing!"