Both he and Zeling disappeared.

The other two Harveys followed him and jumped in the moment the portal closed. After the third monster escaped, the black portal also disappeared without a trace.

In this way, Zeratul's wish to rescue Zeling came to nothing.

It was so embarrassing that things had come to this. Zeratul collapsed on the spot, completely ignoring the fierce battle around him and the battlefield that was slowly approaching him. He defeated Xavis once again, and the guy who invited the Burning Legion would never use it again.

His dirty hands had done bad things...but none of that mattered now. Zeling was gone. To make matters worse, she was captured by demons.

Tears flowed down his cheeks. The sky gradually darkened, which seemed to be an ominous omen, but this did not attract his attention. For Zeratul, the most important thing was that he failed.

failed.

Raindrops fell from the sky, as if in response to his tears. The rain began to pour down rapidly. The strange thing was that Zeratul was the only one to stay away from this sudden rainstorm. The sky with lightning and thunder was his manic and passionate heart.

A true portrayal of a gloomy heart. Without Zeling, nothing matters anymore.

He finally understands now...but understanding doesn't do any good.

The howling wind seemed to be mourning the loss of his beloved Zeratul. The storm hit everything, and the new tree on the hillside was shaking constantly. Only he, who was confused and confused, remained in the wind for a long time.

Want to leave...

Finally, a voice woke him up from despair. It first shocked him deep in his brain, and then kept echoing in his ears.

Zeratul covered his ears, not wanting to listen, trying to return to the gloomy mood that enveloped him. However, the voice did not disappear, but called his name over and over again.

"Zeratul! Zeratul! You have to get yourself out of this! Hurry, or you'll drown everything!"

He was familiar with this voice, and wanted to listen but couldn't. The warning tone in the voice forced Zeratul to finally stop being obsessed with the inner world and start paying attention to the outside world.

Zeratul found himself in the middle of a natural disaster.

The rain fell so fast and violently, sweeping everything on the ground unstoppably. Interestingly, except for him, the new tree was somehow unaffected by the storm.

"What's wrong -?" Zeratul blurted out. But just as he spoke, he was suddenly hit by a heavy rain. He fell on the muddy ground, and the downpour of rain kept beating him.

At this time, accompanied by the endless rain and the screaming wind, a huge figure flew above his head. Zeratul looked up and saw that a huge flying object with wings was descending. He remembered

He saw the female demigod Zero, wondering if this was her soul form. But he was not her birds and flying beasts. She would not make an exception just because of herself.

A rumble made him recognize the figure.

"Star spirit! Stay still! It's so chaotic right now. It's hard for me to concentrate. I don't want to bump into you accidentally."

Ophiro grabbed him with a giant claw and pulled him into the air. Ophiro fought bravely against the wind and rain, but it was obvious that every inch he rose was difficult. Zeratul knew that he was not in the best condition.

In fact, Ophiro was surprised that he could survive the battle with Chen Feng.

As they ascended, Zeratul looked down and saw something clearly.

Both warring parties are retreating. The demons have retreated to the area destroyed by Chen Feng, and the Protoss Army is also rushing in the opposite direction. Both sides are fighting a new and dangerous enemy - Heavy Rain.

The rain caused mudslides and made the roads muddy and difficult to navigate. A high mountain slipped and fell onto a group of demon guards. A bug knight got stuck in the soft, wet soil. Its claws were useless. It slid down the ridge,

Both he and his master fell to death.

During this catastrophe, Zeratul saw a thin figure trudging down the hill where he had just been. Mud poured over the little protoss girl, burying her halfway.

A large area of ​​the mountain seemed to be about to collapse. She would definitely not be able to escape by then.

The little girl still held a bow tightly in her hand.

"Wait! There!" he shouted to Ofiro, "help her!"

Without thinking, Ofilo flew towards the trapped girl on the ground. She was still struggling desperately and did not notice the giant beast in the air. Ofilo grabbed her with his claws and she screamed in shock.

Yelling, Ofilo dragged her out of the deadly mud and pulled her into the air.

"I won't hurt you!" Ophiro told her loudly. The little girl obviously didn't believe him, but she still fell silent. She finally saw Ophiro holding Zeratul in his other paw.

Speak.

"Miss Zeling! Where is-"

Zeratul shook his head. She leaned forward dejectedly and began to cry. Even then, she held on to the bow.

Zeratul turned his attention back to the storm. The rain was so strange and sudden that it didn't seem to be the work of the Burning Legion, nor his compatriots, not even Brox.

It will make the situation so uncontrollable.

He looked up to see if the black insect had returned. However, there was no shadow of Chen Feng or the terrible talisman in front of him. So what exactly caused this disastrous storm?

He asked this question to Ofilo, but the person who answered was not Ofilo. There was a figure holding the insect's neck tightly, and a shining golden shield protected him from the wind and rain. Only

Listen to him say: "It's you, Zeratul! It's you who made the heavy rain fall on this world!"

He looked up at Crassus. The last time he saw the latter was when the consul was taken away by the frightened horse. Crassus still seemed to be in poor health, and the wound on the side of his face was still red and shiny, but

He was still as firmly involved in everything as before.

However, his words still confused Zeratul: "What do you mean?"

"This storm was born out of your pain, Zeratul! It externalized your despair! If you want everyone to survive, you must stop the storm and rekindle hope."

"Are you crazy?"

Even as he said this, Zeratul still felt a sense of familiarity with this heavy rain.

He stretched out his hand. The Karanlin star demigod had taught him how to feel the entire nature, and now he was using this method to touch the raindrops, but the final feeling disgusted him.

He does not hate the storm itself, but hates himself, because he knows that he is part of this storm, and it is he who caused this disaster with sadness and despair. The heavy rain not only hits the enemy, but also puts his compatriots in trouble

.

Zeratul thought to himself: Now I am as scary as the devil and Chen Feng!

Crassus must have figured out what he was thinking, because he just heard him say: "Zeratu, you can't let this emotion overwhelm your reason. This happened just by chance. You should draw motivation from emotion.

To provide help in times of need, rather than add fuel to the fire!"

However, for whom did he provide help in times of need? Zeratul thought of Zeling again. She had fallen into the hands of the leader of the Burning Legion.

But it was Zeling who finally helped him dispel his gloomy mood. No one liked this storm, and Zeling had tried his best to save the lives of his compatriots. Zeratul had let Zeling down. If he had let the heavy rain go unchecked,

It would also tarnish her reputation.

He glanced at the little girl. In order to save Zeling, she had obviously forgotten her own danger. She was too young to be a trainee templar, but she ignored the threats of Xavius ​​and the demons.

, using his bow skills to do what he could.

Zeratul, who was deep in thought, watched the little girl cry in the wind, and felt that his feelings for the planet El burst out again. He no longer hesitated, his eyes were fixed on the storm in front of him, trying to control the wind with his own will.
Chapter completed!