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Eredath received a call from his father.
At this time, he was still busy with Azeroth about the formation of "Light Weaver Clan", but the letter from his father made this young man who followed Vigilant walk Path of Light and Shadow aware of something very wrong. He hurriedly said goodbye to Landen and boarded the shuttle to Draenor.
But when Eredath arrived at Shattrath City, he unexpectedly saw Lelan, Yrel, Maraad and Nubodon waiting here.
The other four people of Five Little Strongs obviously did not intend to let Eredath bear the weight of fate alone. They directly found Lady Aegwynn and arrived here first through Staff of Sargeras.
This is what brothers and sisters should do for each other.
"Great Prophet is not in Shattrath City, he is in Auchindoun."
Maraad was carrying the Sunstrider Warhammer who no longer ignited the holy flame but was still the real Cosmic Artifact. Great Uncle stepped forward and whispered to Eredath:
"Don't worry. I asked General Tirasalan and he told me that although Great Prophet has not recovered from his injuries, his physical condition has not suddenly deteriorated to the point where he needs to perform a last mass.
He, Grand Executor Haddon and Ms. Vilara went to Auchindoun, presumably to hold some kind of ceremony there.
I may have called you here to tell you something else."
"Stop comforting me randomly, you should go over to Auchindoun first to see the situation."
Yrel pulled Great Uncle's arm and whispered:
"We have been at Azeroth recently, but when I came back, I happened to meet Dena, a big businessman from the same village, who was going to buy goods. After chatting for a few words, I found out that Great Prophet has been shutting himself in Aldor Temple since Solar War, and only Grand Executor can see him.
Even Archbishop Ishaana hasn't seen Great Prophet for a long time.
This situation is obviously not normal."
"Let's talk about it later!"
The steady Nubodon seemed to have guessed that something ominous might happen today, so he brought a few Talbuk, and then everyone escorted Eredath, who looked sad, seemed to have something in his heart, started to cry and was still in his thoughts, to Auchindoun Sanctuary.
That place is not far away.
But when they arrived, the place was under martial law.
Auchindoun's Soulcaller Archbishop Mardala personally leads the guards to guard the square. The Immortal structures in Auchindoun have all been activated. Many Shadow Priest is casting spells all around, which seems to be isolating Auchindoun from contact with external spirits, preventing external souls from being affected by what is happening inside Auchindoun.
"Why did you come back?!"
When he saw Eredath, Archbishop Mardala, who had always been serious, stepped forward and scolded him, but then he couldn't bear to reach out and patted Eredath on the shoulder and said:
"Go quickly, Great Prophet is waiting for you."
"What happened?"
Yrel couldn't help but ask:
"This battle looks really scary. Is Greater Demon coming again?"
"Don't ask any questions, just go in."
Mardala Archbishop waved his hands and reminded:
"Leave the artifacts you carry outside to avoid unnecessary conflicts in the Force. No matter what you see after entering, don't disturb them.
Especially you, Yrel!
Your Recklessness has become famous throughout Draenor.
I must remind you that today's events have been reported to Vigilant in advance. High Heaven Master agreed with Great Prophet's decision and blessed him, and he will also be here in person."
"Oh."
Yrel was somewhat dissatisfied and took off his two holy blades and kept them in the treasure house of Immortal, which is specially designed to store valuables.
She was quite dissatisfied.
I feel that there is obviously something wrong with my compatriots' perception of me. How can I be so Recklessness?
Why bother thinking about problems that can be easily solved with Divine Storm and Ash Awakening? Vigilant said that to be a good Warrior, you must learn to rely on your own intuition instead of wasting time thinking about tactics in a battle where every second counts.
With such complaints in their hearts, Yrel and others accompanied Eredath into Auchindoun, which had been completely closed.
Lelan seemed to have guessed what was about to happen.
The big traveler's eyes were also red.
She held Eredath's hand tightly, hoping to give her soul mate some necessary courage in this way.
The moment they entered Auchindoun, all five of them felt a familiar cold wind blowing in the sacred tomb that was supposed to be protected by Holy Light.
That's death roaring.
Yrel, who is most sensitive to the operation of the Force, can even clearly feel the "joy" and "expectation" contained in the wind of death in front of him. It seems that Death Force, who is already entrenched here, has a premonition that he will harvest a supreme soul today.
Great Uncle looked around warily.
He knew there was no danger here, but he could still see that the souls of Eredar Warrior that had always been hidden in different phases in the past appeared uncharacteristically today. Under the leadership and call of the wind of death, they formed an expedition formation, ignoring walls and obstacles and advancing towards the deepest soul platform of Auchindoun from different directions.
Just like a Burning Legion that has been called and must respond, it goes to its final battle with a silent but determined attitude.
These are Draenei Clan's compatriots who died due to various accidents in the past hundreds of years. They should have enjoyed Tranquility in Auchindoun Sanctuary.
Going deeper, Yrel soon saw the archbishops of the Draenei Clan.
She saw her good sister Samara among them. The girl who grew up with Yrel was wearing a Aldor Priest robe, following Archbishop Ishaana, and was performing a ceremony to comfort the soul.
Yrel stepped forward and called Samara. Just as he was about to ask, Samara put his hand to his mouth to stop him.
The girl from Ambori Village had red eyes and pointed forward.
Yrel stretched out his head and looked forward, and was shocked to see that in the center of the soul platform ahead, Great Prophet Velen was half-kneeling in front of the inscription commemorating the war dead and praying. And at the end of the road in front of Great Prophet, the Soul-Eating Demon Sword from Azeroth was suspended.
Frostmourne!
As long as this Demon Sword that desecrated the dead was not destroyed, why is it here!?
"What is Great Prophet going to do?!"
Maraad exclaimed.
Even though he had a premonition in advance, when he saw Great Prophet and Frostmourne together, Great Uncle rushed out immediately out of caution.
Yrel rushed after him.
They cannot allow Eredar's Great Prophet to be captured by the artifact of death. That should not be the end of Lord Velen.
"Back off!"
The moment Maraad and Yrel jumped to the soul platform, a shout sounded from the air.
In the explosion of Dawn's streamer, the incarnation of Vigilant appeared here and waved his hand, whipping up a warm storm and sending the two Recklessness back to the spectator platform.
He was suspended in the air, standing between them and Velen. Looking at Five Little Strongs who clenched his fists, the incarnation of Diakum shook his head and said:
"No one forced the prophet. Velen chose this path by himself. You can't understand all this yet, but be patient. Soon, you will know why the prophet sacrificed himself for this.
Eredath, come with me.
Your father has his last words for you, and he hopes you can take over his responsibilities."
Maraad, who was forced to return to the platform, showed resistance to Diakum's order for the first time. He clenched his fists and wanted to refute, but was pulled back by his sister.
Yrel didn't care about this, she asked loudly:
"You have said the same thing many times. If you have to sacrifice a good person for one thing, then the thing itself is not correct! Even if it is the belief of all Eredar that we want to regain our hometown, we cannot let the prophet endure such torture!
No one should hold that sword!
That's an artifact of death, that's evil. Ah."
Yrel's scolding had not ended when an illusion suddenly unfolded in front of her eyes.
In that gloomy illusion, Sarkir, wearing a red robe, leaning on a skull cane, surrounded by Eternal Ones's skull, looked at the young man who was talking nonsense with an indifferent look.
Although Sarkir said nothing, Yrel's will still felt like it was struck by lightning at this moment, like being bitten hard by a cold poisonous snake.
Obviously, the Shaper, one of the three gods of death, thinks that Yrel is desecrating death. It thinks that Yrel's understanding of death is too shallow, and it wants to punish this "spoiled" "star of tomorrow".
"Forget it, why are you angry with the stupid boy who is as holy as ever?"
Diakum, who enveloped Eredath with Light of Dawn and led him to the soul platform, said casually:
"She is only over a hundred years old, which is the age when she is ignorant, but she will correctly realize in this Restoration War that even death has positive power and manifestation. There is no distinction between good and evil in the Force."
"Humph"
The indifferent hum represented Sarkir's concession, but there was still a chill surrounding her soul that gripped Yrel, making her whole body tremble as if she were naked in the cold winter wind, and even blue frost formed on her skin and hair.
Samara stepped forward and hugged his sister, using his Holy Light to warm Yrel who was shivering from the cold, and whispered that she was too arrogant.
Although Eredar's god of death has not yet been made public, Priest can all feel that a large tomb like Auchindoun Sanctuary already has an "owner", and even Holy Light Walker must be careful not to collide with the majesty of death here.
Eredath arrived at the soul platform accompanied by Diakum.
He raised his head and looked around. On the platforms surrounding Auchindoun's unique ring structure, Grand Executor and faith leaders from different Star Sea Clan stood.
They gathered there holding white bouquets in their hands, each with a heavy look on their face, to pay their highest respect to Velen who was about to embrace death.
Eredath felt anger rising in his heart.
They act as if their father is dead.
"Go ahead."
The incarnation of Diakum pushed lightly on his shoulder, causing Eredath to wipe his tears and walk quickly towards his father. The closer he got to Velen, the clearer he could hear that his father was not praying in front of the holy monument that recorded the deceased.
Father is at Confession.
He was an unqualified leader in Confession, and he also chose to compromise and blindly obey under the pressure of fate, so that Draenei Clan suffered many casualties that should not have occurred.
He's even doing some weird stuff Confession.
He was saying that he was not firm enough or brave enough, which led to the massacre of Karabor Temple and the fall of Shattrath City.
But those things never happened!
"Father!"
The more Eredath heard, the worse he got. He knelt down beside Velen, held the old prophet's hand, and said:
"Are you okay? Are you still conscious?"
"I saw things last night that never happened but were real."
Velen stopped Confession.
He opened his eyes and looked at his child with an incredibly peaceful look. He smiled and said:
"Perhaps it was because of Hutton's story that for the first time I wanted to use my prophetic talent to see what would happen in a world without Diakum. Then, I was scared, kid.
Even a prophet who claims to be able to predict everything cannot imagine things he has never seen before, but it was precisely because of the unexpected prophecy last night that I made up my mind.
Everything we have now is a miracle, but we cannot choose to give up our responsibilities just because there is great power taking care of us.
Don't be sad because of my departure.
I just changed a way to continue to protect our people, and you and I will one day meet in another world.
At that time I will listen carefully to what my son has experienced in his life after I am gone.
I'm sorry, Eredath, my son, I failed to protect your mother when Genedar fell. I know that this has always been a thorn in your heart.
You think that since your father can sacrifice everything for other people, why can't he give all his love to his own family?
Sorry, kid.
I realize that I may have been too harsh on my family, and I hope it's not too late for me to apologize."
"Father, I no longer blame you. After I experienced the trial of fate in Skyreach, I have become aware of your hardship and pain."
Eredath hugged his father and said loudly:
"I am no longer obsessed with the conflicts in the past. I just want you to be with me in the rest of my life. I just want to hold the wedding in my restored home. I hope you can smile at my wedding."
Enough!
You have given everything to Eredar, and no one is qualified to ask you to continue Consecration for us. You have given all your enthusiasm and love to your compatriots, and you should at least leave some for yourself.
Has fate ever been kind to you?
Oh my God.
Are you just going to sit back and watch a good man who has given everything for you die for you?
How can you be so cruel!"
He turned around and yelled at the Grand Executor and leaders who were observing silence.
His roar like a beast about to lose everything echoed on the platform of the soul, but the only response to him was silence.
It's not that there are others who are willing to take over the important task of Velen. There are many old Grand Executor who are willing to sacrifice for the great cause of liberation, but the problem is that they won't let them!
Death Force has named Velen to become one of Eredar's "Three Gods of Death". This is not even a harsh requirement but a rare blessing. No one else can seize this honor.
"Okay, don't be so childish."
Old Velen hugged his child.
He hugged Eredath just like he did when he was born, gently patted his shoulders, and comforted him in a warm voice:
"Children are an extension of their parents' lives. If you think I still have regrets in my life, maybe you can spend some time making up for those regrets for your poor old father.
I have not left you, child.
I will watch you and bless you in the kingdom of the Other Side.
Look, Eredar's death has three faces.
The God of Death in red promotes the wisdom of the living and the punishment of the dead; the God of Death in white controls the kindness of the living and the forgiveness of the dead; the God of Death in black controls the courage of the living and the punishment of the dead.
I am one of them, my son.
I will come to pick you up on the day when my life ends, just like the first time I hugged you when you were born, it is just a reunion after ten thousand years, and a lonely journey of ten thousand years.
Be strong!
You should live your life without any regrets.
Listen, our bravest Warrior are ready to go. Those warriors who have sacrificed everything for the people Consecration are not afraid of giving a second life to their own people Consecration, but they need a commander."
The old prophet stood up with the help of his son who was in tears. Under the silent gaze of the dead souls, Eredath helped his father walk through the road guarded by the dead, and finally arrived in front of the suspended Frostmourne.
"Go ahead."
Velen said to Eredath:
"Go back to the world under the sun and tell our people that Velen is dead! The prophet gave his own life in exchange for the blessing of death for Eredar.
From now on, we will no longer be lonely ghosts; from now on, our souls will return to peace."
"Father, no! Don't leave me!"
Eredath tried hard to grab Velen's arm.
But in the repulsion of the wind of death, countless dead pushed him to keep the living away from the God of Death in white. The ghostly halberds slashed down and completely closed the last door.
The prophet sang Holy Light for the last time, and then stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of Frostmourne.
Domination The gathering storm surrounded him, causing Velen to turn around at the moment of death and look at Diakum under Dawn Light on the other side.
He nodded slightly to Vigilant, and Vigilant nodded in response.
The rest is up to you.
Well, dawn is coming!