Chapter 851: Rakish

Chapter 851 Lakish

As soon as Varian finished speaking, Goldrin also stood in the direction leading to Saldanas and said, "I think this kid is quite pleasing to the eye, let me play with him this time, don't worry about your wife safety."

The black panther demigod Asaman also walked up to Goldrinn without saying a word to express his attitude. This taciturn demigod is not incapable of speaking, but simply thinks it is unnecessary. Her eyes can make most people see what she means.

Charlemagne took a deep look at Tyrande, and finally nodded firmly and said, "The cover behind is left to you. I believe that we will be able to reunite outside smoothly in the end!"

After bidding farewell to Tyrande and the others, the coalition forces soon ushered in a second point of disagreement.

The road leading to the guardian temple below is still closed, and four pedestals stand on the platform in front of the temple passage, and three huge demon leaders stand behind it, as if endless demons are coming from behind them poured out of the hall.

Charlemagne looked at the three demons with different shapes vigilantly. One of them was a typical red-skinned demonized eredar. A prison where countless souls howl.

‘Devil Tribunal? But who was that red-skinned eredar? '

Unsurprisingly, those two demons were Kil'jaeden's most effective captors and torturers-Atigan and Barak. Over the years, most of the Eredar who dared to resist the rule of the Legion were killed by them. succumbed after torture.

"Haha, look who this is, the great Prophet Velen, the Blesser of the Holy Light, the mortal symbol of the Naaru, I wonder if you have predicted your end today?"

The ridicule of the red-skinned eredar didn't disturb Velen's heart. The Prophet still looked at the three people above calmly, but Maraad and Onara looked filled with righteous indignation.

Charlemagne heard the somewhat familiar ridicule from the other party, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, "Could it be..."

After taking a closer look at the eredar who was naked from the upper body, Charlemagne basically confirmed his guess. He put his hands on Velen's shoulders, stepped on his feet and said a word in the prophet's ear.

"Um?!"

The prophet, who was usually calm and calm, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and looked at the eredar with disbelief.

"Charlemagne... is what you said true?"

"Ninety-nine are inseparable, you'd better stay and verify."

Velen looked at the eredar with a mocking face in a daze, took a deep breath, and said heavily with his staff, "Then let me stay here and sit in charge."

Woljin grinned at the corner of his mouth, and stood up consciously and said, "The Horde should also stay and help the Prophet. Your Excellency the Regent, please continue to move forward. After we finish these three demon leaders, we will catch up with you immediately."

Charlemagne patted Velen on the shoulder heavily, signaling him to keep calm, then nodded slightly to Vol'jin and said, "Chief Vol'jin, let's part here for now, and I will wait for you to arrive in front of the chamber of incarnations."

After some discussion and division of strength, the giant bear demigods Usol and Ursoc chose to stay and help Velen and the tribe sweep the formation.

Farewell to Velen and others who were already at war, Charlemagne, Azshara, the shrunken Malorne, and Illidan reached out and pressed the four pedestals at the same time.

Following the four-color light flashing on the four pedestals, amidst a violent roar, a staircase extending downward appeared in the eyes of Charlemagne and others.

"Go ahead, there are other enemies waiting for us below."

When the coalition forces continued to march down, the eredar taunted the coalition soldiers who rushed towards them while swinging their warhammers.

"Poor Prophet, your allies have abandoned you. Behold, they left you here to face the innumerable armies of legions, just as you abandoned your own wife, children and people."

Veyron closed his eyes in pain, and Maraad burst into rage and rushed towards the talkative man with holy light from his whole body.

"Shut up! You Legion lackeys tempted by demonic power have no idea what the Prophet endured!"

Atigan laughed and stopped Maraad. As soon as the two of them came into contact, sparks flew everywhere. The loud sound of scythe and hammer could be heard by everyone on the battlefield.

Although Onara was a little worried about the state of Maraad and the Prophet, the impact of the massive demons didn't give her time to think. The archbishop could only focus on assisting and healing the soldiers.

The tribal leaders such as Goel formed a group to besiege Barak under the care of the giant bear and demigod brothers. The old and strong King Saurfang and Solas stood at the forefront.

Guill, a shaman who can be far and near, acts as a mobile force, and Vol'jin honestly uses magic in the rear to provide support for his comrades in front.

The Zandalari Emperor Rastakhan, who showed his strength for the first time, also lived up to the expectations of the tribe, and he had a proper epic peak strength.

Although it was impossible to tell what occupation this king with the sword and shield was in the short confrontation, at least he could already know that his melee skills were good.

Atigan, while dealing with Maraad's ferocious attack, smiled and fanned the flames and said, "Well done, Lakish, it is indeed the most perfect one among the finished products we tortured and reformed!"

Veylon opened his eyes suddenly when he heard the name Lakish, which means "butcher" in Eredar. After the second half of Atigan's sentence, the usually gentle Velen's eyes were already bursting with murderous aura.

"Really... so it was you."

The calm tone contained the calm before the storm, and Velen gave a loud order with his wand heavily, "Maraad! Today I ask you to temporarily abandon the doctrine of the Holy Light that you always believe in. Attigan and Belac must die!"

"As you wish!"

A pair of shining wings of holy light erupted from Maraad's back, and Atigan, who was still able to handle it at first, felt the attack power of the paladin in front of him increase sharply, and suddenly became overwhelmed.

"ha!"

After cleaning up a wave of coalition soldiers attacking him, Lakish jumped off the stage, aiming at Velen who was standing there.

"Clang!"

The holy light barrier on Velen's body blocked Lakish's attack without any pressure, but the prophet had no intention of fighting back at all. His eyes were very complicated, and emotions such as self-blame, sadness, guilt and hatred flashed one by one , and finally fixed as kindness.

"Child, I have seen a scene similar to today's under the inspiration of the Holy Light, but at that time I didn't know what it represented."

Velen let Lakish attack the holy light barrier around his body angrily, and said to himself, "A red-skinned eredar covered in fel sores fell into my arms. I burst into tears and looked extremely guilty."

"Until seeing you today, I finally understood the meaning of that revelation. It was Kil'jaeden's cruelest revenge for my escape from Argus..."

"The one who died in my arms in the apocalypse was you, my child."