Chapter 651

Even in the case of being injured by the star ship explosion and losing the ability to move, lakish endured the pain from his body. He can still remember the day 2w5000 years ago... The longest day of Argus.

"... not too long ago, we got precise contact from outside the sky... And the fact that

Mr. Kil'jaeden's voice reverberates back and forth on the holographic projection of AGUS awakener college. It is the summer solstice, the oldest celebration in the whole AGUS world. The square of the college is full of all students and tutors. Everyone is looking forward to the historic declaration of the three member ruling group.

It was the day when Sargeras came, the day when Veron ran away with the exiles, the day when his father left his wife and children and fled in a hurry.

"On the longest day of the year, go to the world's oldest peak... And wait."

Lakish clearly remembers that before his father prepared his bold "prison break" plan, he repeatedly told him that as the only son of the great prophet Veron, he knew what his father was doing, and he understood what his father had done.

The power of AGUS world has been absorbed by the other two members of the three member ruling group, Kil'jaeden and Archimonde. They are making a dangerous attempt, and Veron repeatedly stopped them, but he failed.

Especially after Archimonde betrayed his tutor, the awakener of the great Argus civilization, but he was the first Draenei to join Sargeras' powerful mage sachir in the three member ruling group, he joined hands with Kil'jaeden, and almost pushed Veron and his followers to the end.

The prophet saw everything that would happen in AGUS' world from the fragments of the future, but he could not change this situation. With the advocacy of Kil'jaeden and Archimonde, almost most ereda people believed that the coming of Sargeras would be a milestone for the light of AGUS' world.

Today is the day of the summer solstice, the day of the beginning of the ceremony, and the day of the loosest guard of the awakener college. Lakish tries to remember everything in the college with a kind of sad and nostalgic eyes, until the loyal Targas comes to pick him up.

He will go to another world with his parents and become a miserable exile, but young lakish believes that sooner or later they will come back to recapture this once warm and beautiful world and completely banish the belief of demons.

At that moment, that's what lakish thought.

But it wasn't until the moment when the loyal Targas betrayed him that he suddenly realized that he was just a chip. Archimonde might want to get rid of the roots, but Kil'jaeden, the ruler who worked with his father for most of his life, took him as a chip and hoped that Veron would stay and accept the "gift" from the dark Titan with him.

At least at that moment, Kil'jaeden hoped so.

Unfortunately, Veron left, he abandoned his son, he abandoned his friends, he abandoned his wife

"We have you here! To give him a reason to stay! "

When Lakesh wakes up from his long sleep, he is met by the demonized, ugly and sick Targas. He crazily grabs Lakesh's body and shakes it. He roars, full of his disappointment for Veron,

"But he failed all this!"

"It's because of your... Shameful... Betrayal!"

At that time, Araki, who was still a young man, chose to believe his father. He spat on the traitor's face. However, what tagas said next cast a shadow on lakish's young heart.

"Yes, we betrayed..."

The traitor grinned grimly, "what great man will abandon his wife and children, his people, and even his planet?"

"Son... You've been betrayed too... But it's OK. Kil'jaeden was very happy when he learned that you were still alive. He had an expectant" plan "for you... Yes, we'll find him, even if it takes 1000 years, 10000 years! We'll find him. "

Taggas's hand broke the palm of lakish's hand. In the young man's scream, he broke his fingers one by one. Endless pain came... But it was just the beginning of endless suffering.

Pain can destroy a person's will, especially in the understanding of a long and endless hope of pain, the speed of will collapse will be faster and faster, from doubt, to waver, to despair, to collapse... After 2 W5 thousand years, lakish has almost forgotten that he has a father named Veron.

He even thought that father and son had no chance to meet again in this life. The most important thing was that he had been waiting for his father's rescue with hope, but now he was full of anger and wanted to give a real pleasure to the bastard who abandoned him and his mother.

Even after the destruction of this revenge, it's gone... Lakish doesn't care.

Then, the opportunity came!

At the moment when he saw the Eredar whose abdomen was almost chopped up by the fragments of explosion, the staff in Veron's hand fell to the ground. At this moment, the old prophet, who always paid attention to appearance, almost threw aside all his firmness and manner that had been precipitated in the past two thousand five thousand years. He walked quickly to the Eredar.

His voice trembled, his eyes were full of tears, his cuffs and robes were cut open by the debris on the ground, and he staggered,

"The light is on! No, rajish, my son

Dick dodged in front of Veron. He put his hands on the old prophet's arm and cried out,

"Wake up, Veron! He's an ereda now! Wait until confirmation... "

"Get out of the way! Dick, get out of the way

The old prophet's arm came up with a huge force. He was impatient and shook his hands towards Dick. His expression was firm enough to be stubborn. "Get out of the way! Lying there, is my only son, I have lost him once, no matter what, can no longer separate me from him! Get out of the way

"He will hurt you!"

Dick yelled again, but seeing Veron's almost martyred look, he gave a sigh and got out of the way.

Veron almost pounced on the seriously injured ereda and lifted him up from the broken command table, but there was a cold and gloomy knife light.

As if the old prophet didn't see the light of the sword at all, he let it pierce into his abdomen. He didn't feel pain or resist. He let the blade pierce into his skin. If the demigod priest wanted to resist the attack, just the fire of his heart, he could have the same defense as the city wall, but he didn't.

There's no resistance at all.

"Poof"

Warm blood gushed from the wound, and old Veron gently held the seriously injured ereda in his arms, as if he had regained some treasure.

"Ah, my son, on the day when I lost you, my remorse was like a snake eating my heart, biting my will. I can't stand every day when you're away, but I'm sorry that I can't go back to save you... It's stupid, it's really stupid."

"Poof"

To this kind of apology, the silent ereda's response was stabbed again, but the old prophet's warm voice did not change.

"At that time, you and those people who are willing to believe in me were placed in front of my eyes. I... At the beginning, I thought that I could not give up those creatures for my own sake. At least... At least I had to find a home for them, and then I could..."

"Poof"

The third knife pierced into the old prophet's heart. Finally, there was a trace of pain on Veron's face. His face became pale, and the expression of ereda demon in his arms became enjoyment and ferocious, which seemed to be revenge.

Dick stepped forward quickly. The fire of repressed order had already rushed to his fists. He could not allow his fellow traveler, a sincere believer of the light, to die here. In this way, he could not watch it happen.

But at the moment when he approached, Veron held out his palm to stop him from approaching. The palm was covered with blood. It was the pale gold blood, representing Veron's noble identity.

“X！”

Dick understood a little bit of the old prophet, he scolded, turned and kicked on the hatch, directly kicked the broken hatch out, smashed everything along the way.

And behind him, Veron's confession continues.

"I know that I will leave you and your mother in AGUS. I wait until the last moment. The narus call me. The vanguards of the Burning Legion have arrived at the foot of the mountain. They need a strong enough carrier to start the storm fortress..."

"Poof"

"I know, I'm wrong... After that long journey, I know, I'm wrong... You're as important as the people, and any loss will make me incomplete... I thought I had no chance to make up for it, but... Thank the light, I waited until... To thank it."

"Poof"

Veron's face became dim because of rapid blood loss. The power of demigod was really terrible, but after he instinctively removed all his defenses, his power was actively isolated in his body. Now he was almost like a mortal. He trembled and stretched out his hand to brush over arida's ferocious face, The warm blood ran down the red face full of spines.

He was very painful, but in arida's eyes, there was no pain on the old prophet's face. There was only a slow love and a smile called "liberation".

"Great... Great, you're still alive, that's great... The people have got what they need, and I... I'll get what I'm looking forward to... Thank the light for bringing you to me again, my son, my poor lakish."

"Ah, ah, ah!"

The expression of the enemy in front of him and the blurred face in the deepest memory of Lakesh slowly coincided. He imagined that he would stand in front of Veron, that person would be afraid, ashamed, even angry, and would want to kill the son who became a devil.

But he didn't... even if he degenerated into the one he didn't want to see, he was still his father. Lakesh's thousands of years of hatred melted rapidly at this moment, which made the ereda people feel fear, just like the fear that his hope slowly disappeared when he was tortured.

He didn't want to, he screamed, he roared,

"No! Not so! no You are the enemy! You are the bastard who abandoned me and my mother. You are the bastard who betrayed us. You should die! You should kill me... Fight back! Kill me! Asshole, fight back

"Poof"

Another stab pierced Veron's heart. The old prophet's body shook. With his last strength, he gave a kind smile to the Furious lakish. His palm was slowly placed on lakish's shoulder.

"No... child, my son... No, it's atonement... It's what I deserve... Don't... Don't be angry... Don't be sad... It's what I deserve, I'm a coward who... Abandoned his wife and children... Thank the light... Thank it... Let me see you again..."

"Live... For your... Mother..."

After the last faint sigh, the palm... Fell quietly.

The Eredar looked at the Fallen Prophet and the ferocious wound on his body. He looked down at his hands, the red hands covered with golden blood. He looked at the dagger that had been hidden around him for two thousand five thousand years for revenge or suicide.

He thought of the "plan" of Targas

"Jingle"

Rajish's dagger fell to the ground, and his left hand trembled and touched Veron... His father's face.

"No