At this moment, Duque's mind was in a mess.
No matter how he looked at it, Valen looked like he was about to die. Duque cursed in his heart.
He really wanted to yell, "Goddess of Fate, this isn't the right script!"
In the original history, Valen … had indeed died. Why was it said that one died? Because in the version of "King of Draenor", the Valen in the main timeline was fine. Instead, in the Draenor world where the brainless Roar went to cause trouble in another timeline, the Valen in that branch of time died trying to save a fallen Naaru.
The one who died was something like a clone, Valen. And now you're telling me that the Valen in the main storyline is in trouble?
Duque really couldn't figure it out now.
Duke knew that she must be feeling terrible as she watched Valen fall to the ground and Imriel rush over to help him up.
Valen lay on the ice, the Holy Light that surrounded him moments ago as bright as the rising sun was getting weaker and weaker. He didn't say a word and just smiled. Like a doting father, he stretched out his trembling hand and gently stroked Imriel's head.
The Holy Light on his body had disappeared, and now he looked no different from an ordinary old Draenei.
One couldn't tell at all that he used to be one of the three big shots of Eredar along with Kil 'jaeden and Archimonde.
Duque was a little lucky, but also a little unlucky, to witness the scene of Valen's death.
At this moment, Duque suddenly understood. In fact, Valen was very old, even for the Draenei who claimed to have eternal life. In the torment of being chased 25,000 years ago, in the repeated assassination and encirclement, it was impossible for him to not be injured at all.
Valen might have been unable to hold on for a long time, but with a stubborn persistence, he stubbornly stood in front of his people.
He wanted to use his last breath to find a way out for his people.
But at the same time, he also wanted to repay the Naaru tribe for saving the Draenei. If it weren't for the Naaru who used a spaceship to rescue the Draenei who refused to associate with Sargeras from planet Argus, there would probably be no Draenei left in the world, and no one would know the secret of the Burning Legion.
Over the years, Muru had protected the Draenei more than once.
This was an inevitable repayment. Whether it was for Muru, or for the sake of purifying the Dark Naaru called Kara, Willen would sacrifice his life without hesitation.
Imriel looked sad, but when she realized that Walen's death could not be reversed, she accepted it.
A Draenei girl's ethereal and clear voice echoed in the sky above the Black Divine Palace.
With the help of the translator, Duque understood.
"The darkness will eventually pass, and all the suffering will be worth it … May our companions be as numerous as the stars in the sky, as endless as a stream. I hope that pain can sharpen our hearts, and that failure can guide us … I hope that we can meet more comrades … I hope that we can finally defeat the Burning Legion … "
Listening to Imriel's singing, Duque fell silent.
He still did not know what to do about Willen's death, or rather, he was at a loss.
Suddenly, Duque saw Willen smiling at him.
The Draenei prophet raised his right index finger shakily, and used the last of his strength to shoot a beam of light at Duque's brow.
The next moment, Duque, who was in Karazhan, found that his will was connected to a strange world.
He immediately 'saw' an unusual sky above his head.
Four conspicuous moons immediately attracted his attention. The air was amber, and the blue rock veins twisted and intertwined in thousands of different ways, forming strange rock structures.
Duque did not see any water source, but the blue rocks were like surging waves that were frozen in an instant. The scene was like the fantasy of a talented artist. Some creatures were scattered on the surface of the rocks, or hovered in the air. They came in all shapes and sizes, and some were even difficult to describe. Bright colors, different movements, dances, games, battles … Almost none of the patterns formed had any real meaning.
Duque tried his best to find an abstract meaning in all the chaos.
At this time, a creature that looked like a Draenei appeared, leading many demons, and began to kill all the creatures in this world.
This guy easily used green energy to flatten everything around him. After clearing up an empty space, he knelt in the ruins that he destroyed, and used his claw-shaped fingers to draw mysterious symbols with terrifying energy. When he was done, the slaughter around him stopped. At this moment, it was abnormally quiet, and the whole world was in a terrifying silence, waiting for the death knell to ring.
Then, there was an explosion that destroyed the world.
When Duque tried to divert his attention to try to trace this spiritual message, the transmission stopped.
"Wait! Willen … I haven't … "
When Duque came back to his senses, something even more ridiculous happened. Under everyone's gaze, Willen's translucent soul flew out of his body, and was then sucked into the soul box that was on its last breath.
F * ck!
What the hell!?
Not only did he suck Orgrim, he even sucked Willen's soul! You're just a soul box, you're going against the heavens!
For a moment, Duque had the urge to destroy the soul box on the spot and save Willen's soul.
But at this moment, Thrall and the others could not stop in time, and directly destroyed the last form of the soul box, the Source of Wrath.
After all, the Source of Wrath had something called [Wrath Aura]. Who knew how much wrath energy was stored in the soul box, and when it released this negative energy, everyone in that space would have to bear the shadow damage that would double over time.
Without a transcendent existence like Duque to hold the line, this was a battle of mutual harm.
Either Thrall and the others would be crushed to death by the shadow energy, or they would destroy the soul box first. The current situation was just that cruel.
They did not dare to stop, and they could not stop.
Looking at the soul box that sucked Willen's soul in at the last moment, and then turned into a delicate little box, everyone, be it the Alliance or the Horde, was stunned.
They did not know what expression to use to face this situation.
This …
This … This …
Can I use vulgar language?
Can't!?
Then I have nothing else to say!
Duque's head was about to explode, and he did not know what to say.
But before he gave a sad speech, there was one last thing to do — take care of Illidan.
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