The Draenei were on the verge of losing their minds.
Back in Argus, they had a prosperous country and kind people, but all of that had been ended by Sargeras's power. When the other two leaders had turned their people into the devil's minions for power, Velen had indeed chosen to lead his people into the light. However, this time, they had been on the run for a full 25,000 years.
During this painful and unforgettable period, it was Velen who had been the spiritual pillar of the Draenei. He had constantly guided them, encouraged them, and led them out of despair and hardship.
It could be said that for many Draenei who had been born on the spaceship and on the run, Velen was their only hope of survival.
Now, this pillar of support for the entire race — the "Immortal" Velen had suddenly fallen without any warning.
This caused all the Draenei to fall into grief and madness.
"Ahhhh —" Marad was in a rare state of rage. He waved his Holy Light Warhammer and rushed up the Ice Stairway that had carried Velen to the highest point of the platform.
Suddenly, the Heaven Stairway broke. Mal 'rad fell from a height of more than three meters.
Then, he saw Duque standing at the edge of the hole, and anger welled up in his heart. "Duke Marcus! What are you doing!? "
Duque turned around slightly, his eyes sharp. He glared at Marad. "Look at your Holy Light, and think about what Prophet Velen taught you. Fighting against evil requires a warrior with a pure heart, not an avenger. Are you worthy of Velen's teachings? "
Marad's body trembled. Only then did he realize that the Holy Light on his body had become sparse and messy.
The Holy Light was the purest manifestation of the will of justice in one's heart.
If the motive was not pure, the Holy Light would naturally not be pure, and the power of Smite would plummet.
Marad was speechless.
On the other side, Imriel gently put down Velen's withered body that had lost its soul. She picked up her warhammer.
Imriel's body lit up with a holy golden light.
This was the Black Temple, the darkest and most filthy place in all of Draenor. Eredar warlocks from the Twisting Nether carried out all kinds of forbidden experiments, and the wails of the souls of the wronged filled the once sacred hall.
Hence, the sky above the Darkness Shrine was always shrouded in the most evil and thick black clouds.
However, at this moment, a golden dot of light grew larger and larger. From a small dot, it became a golden pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and the earth. At first, it was a little vague, but soon, everyone heard a female voice. She said,
"Prophet Willen's Flame of Life has been extinguished."
"The Draenei are not destroyed!"
"The Draenei people love peace, but as long as the Burning Legion is not destroyed, the Draenei people will join hands with everyone in the Alliance to raise the Alliance's war flag high and let it fly high above this glorious world!"
"Long live the Alliance!"
It was a vow to fight …
Every Draenei, every Allied Warrior who could see Imriel, could clearly see the warhammer in Imriel's hand turning into a golden torch.
The holy light was blazing, burning fiercely!
Then, another pillar of light pierced through the heavens and the earth. That was the will of countless Draenei Paladins and Priests. Then, the pillar of light gently turned into a beautiful arc of light, merging with Imriel's pillar of light, becoming an even bigger pillar of light.
Duque was a little stunned. He watched as Imriel's body was surrounded by golden flames. In an instant, a dazzling Soul War Flag rose from Imriel's back, and immediately turned into a pair of shining golden wings.
Now, Imriel had two wings like her compatriots. However, the Eredar Demon had ugly bat wings, and now, her hooves looked more like an angel.
Alright, hooves and angels. Just the thought of it made Duque drunk.
He really did not know that there was such a trick.
Thinking about it, it seemed reasonable.
After all, when he did not give up his moral integrity, it was because of a kind-hearted big boss who passed it on to him that he was able to avoid the crisis of his soul falling into depravity.
Spiritual Energy originated from the soul. Since souls could be passed on, as one of the greatest manifestations of soul energy, it was not impossible to pass on the Holy Light to others.
Of course, the hooves were not that powerful, but the problem was that Valen had them!
Looking at the System Notification, "Valen passed about 18,000 years worth of Holy Light energy to Imriel", Duque felt a headache coming on.
Once upon a time, Duque was a Wuxia fan. Every night, when he could not sleep, he would fantasize about some old man passing on 60 years worth of Inner Strength to him.
Now, that old fart Valen actually gave Imriel the Holy Charlatan card.
Now, the hooves were really going against the natural order!
Looking at the shiny golden hooves that were even more holy than the Golden Holy Seiya, Duque felt a little sad. "18,000 years worth of Holy Light energy! Why didn't you give me some … "
While Duque was complaining, he suddenly received a message from Alonsos Faol. "Duque, His Excellency Valen seems to have poured all the remaining Holy Light energy that he could not into Imriel's body into the magic weave before he died."
The System Notification again. "Valen has injected about 8,000 years worth of Holy Light energy into the magic weave."
Eh, eh?!
That's good!
Valen, you're a good friend. I'll take care of your hooves from now on!
Even though he knew that Valen could not give him the hooves, that feeling was like winning the lottery or opening a treasure chest and getting a divine artifact!
Her hooves fluttered her golden Holy Light wings unskillfully and rose into the air. Then, with a ridiculous posture similar to a standing long jump, she jumped onto the highest platform of the Black Temple.
"Commander Marcus, I, Imriel, as the Draenei leader candidate, request to join the crusade against Illidan." The sound of her hooves was sonorous and powerful. At this time, there was no longer any hesitation on her youthful face.
Duque instinctively wanted to refuse at first.
It was not that he did not think highly of Imriel's potential, but it took time and opportunity to turn potential into strength. Since ancient times, many geniuses had failed halfway and could not fulfill their potential.
Valen suddenly died, and Duque did not want another Draenei leader to die. This was because the rest of the Draenei were mediocre people, and Duque did not want to see any of them die.
But when he saw the girl's pleading eyes, Duque nodded. "Originally, you were not qualified to participate in a battle of this level. This is your protection. But seeing that His Excellency Valen sacrificed himself for the Alliance, I agree. This time, I will hold the line. Remember, you owe me a favor. "
"No problem," Imriel replied brightly.
Her hooves sang the Holy Light Battle Song loudly, bathing her in light and charging straight towards Illidan.
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