Dawn of Lordaeron

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Archbishop Lalohill, died in the battle of Shattrath.

The archbishop's soul was standing in front of Turani, looking at Turani with the same tenacity and peace of eyes.

"This is not where you should be, Turani, the Holy Light tells me that your road is still very long."

La Roshir pointed in the opposite direction of the spread of the soul river, where there was a golden spot of light, "Go there, Turani, where is your destination."

"But why, Archbishop--!"

I haven't finished asking Turani's words. The archbishop's image is like gravel in the wind, dissipating in front of Turani and blending into the river of soul.

Only the last whisper left by the archbishop remained in her ear, "Don't forget hope, this is the foundation of our lives..."

hope……

Turanie took a breath. Her hope had long been extinguished in the hell one after another. When the despair enveloped her, she could no longer communicate with the Holy Light.

The Prophet Velen saved her from falling into the boundless darkness, but Turani still didn't know where her hope was.

But since the archbishop's soul is guiding himself...

Turani cast her gaze on the soft golden halo, and walked towards it.

Against the long river of soul, Turani was getting closer and closer to the golden halo. When the golden light was reflected on her face, Turani finally looked back at her dead compatriot with nostalgia, and then reached out to touch Hit the halo.

"Snapped!"

As if a bubble had been punctured, Turani's ear heard a soft noise, and then, the darkness in front of her suddenly burst open and began to be enveloped by light.

Those draenei's soul phantoms also gradually disappeared from Turani's vision. As the light became stronger and stronger, Turani closed her eyes involuntarily.

When she opened it again, what she saw was no longer pure light and darkness, but a ceiling made of metal and full of intricate patterns and patterns.

Turanie supported her hand and sat up from the test bench. She looked around blankly until a voice rang behind her.

"you're awake."

"!"

Turani quickly turned down from the experimental platform, holding the experimental platform with residual temperature in one hand, and looked up at the person in front of her vigilantly.

"(Draenei) Who are you... Wait, this decadent smell, you are a death knight?!"

Turani gathered the power of the Holy Light in her hands almost subconsciously. At the same time, she found that it seemed easier to summon the power of the Holy Light, but she didn't think much about the threat in front of her.

Thassarian frowned. Although he could not understand what Turani was saying, he also knew from the way Turani was that the other party regarded himself as an enemy.

"Go to hell, the running dog of the Burning Legion!" Turani's eyes almost burst with angry fire, and she summoned the flames of the holy light, which fell fiercely at Thassarian's position.

Thassarian's complexion was as usual, or that he had no expression at all when he was already a dead man, he used the power of the runes to form a barrier and easily blocked Turani's attack.

In the face of Turanie, who was recovering from a serious injury, Thassarian was able to deal with it with ease. Moreover, Turani had to shout before attacking. If Thassarian couldn’t react, there was no need to become a lich The warrior under the throne.

After he blocked Turani's holy light lightly, he didn't even draw the sword, and the chains turned into dark energy locked Turani's limbs and neck under his control.

Turani's movements were immediately restricted, and at the same time the dark energy of the death knight surged upwards, limiting her ability to cast spells.

At this time, Turani could only struggle constantly in place, but she was not a warrior either, she was just a priest of Auchindoun, and when she couldn't summon the Holy Light, she couldn't break the chain at all.

"Just be quiet—Onyxia, come and solve this problem."

"Don't call my name, death knight, or I will let you know what dragon's anger is."

Onyxia walked in unhappily from outside the laboratory and warned Sassarian in a threatening manner, but Sassarian went to the door of the laboratory as if he hadn’t heard. The duty of one's own guard.

"Who are you...! Why did you catch me!" Turani was still struggling, trying to break the chains, but her movements made the chains tighten.

She noticed that the guy in front of him seemed to be a "human", and those "expeditionary forces" also had the same race as her, but as a soul-binder, she instinctively felt the evil power from Onyxia .

Onyxia looked at Turani and blinked her eyes. She didn't understand draenei, but she could guess what Turani was talking about from Turani's expression.

"I don't know if you are lucky or unfortunate, you fell into the hands of my master...Looking at you like this, you don't know if you were eaten and wiped out."

Onyxia smiled narrowly, stretched out a finger, and tucked Turani's chin, "(Orcish) Ah...have to say, your expression is really pitiful."

Turani was startled, and even forgot to resist—she can understand orc language. In order to avoid conflict with orcs, most draenei speak some orc language, and the vindicator and soulbinder can basically do it. Communicate with orcs without barriers.

So Turani said in orc language immediately.

"Who are you...were you also caught by the orcs?"

Turani's question made Onyxia almost couldn't help laughing, "Orcs...those smelly pigs, I don't have the evil taste of my brother, and I don't need these incompetent guys.

Introduce myself, I am the Countess of Blackstone Mountain, Katrana Prestor, and Little Delaney."

"Black Rock Mountain... is this the site of the Black Rock Orcs?" Turani was obviously a little confused. She had never heard of a place in Draenor called "Black Rock Mountain", but the word "Black Rock" reminded her of an orc clan .

"You are half right, girl, but the current master here is me, not the useless orcs."

Because of the breath and energy exuded by Onyxia, Turanie didn't have any good feelings for this charming black dragon. Coupled with the other party's frivolous tone, the draenei who was used to the seriousness was very unaccustomed.

"Don't call me a girl, I should be much older than you, human."

Although Turani is a very young member of the draenei ethnic group, she also knows that the life span of human beings is generally at most a hundred years, which is pitiful short compared to the long life of draenei.

And the human in front of her looked like he was in his twenties.

"Oh, really, but, little guy, who told you I am a fragile human?"