Thessaly Black Crow was surrounded by a group of Draenei undead. In this dark and cold hall, a pair of cold eyes burning with soul fire stared at her, which made the Archdruid feel very uncomfortable.

Comfortable.

The place where so many undead have gathered has been covered with a layer of chill that can reach the bottom of the heart. Coupled with the presence of the cursed demon sword Frostmourne, the hall is covered with white death frost.

As if aware of the discomfort in Miss Black Crow's heart, the flames from the Fire of Savras suddenly rose up, wrapping Miss Black Crow and dispelling the chill around her.

The flames bared their teeth and claws and turned into flying little fire eagles flying in all directions, forming a warm barrier around the black crow to isolate it from the cold erosion of the undead.

Under the gaze of the prophet, the archdruid took out an exquisite pandaren-style crystal bottle from his luggage and raised it high.

Under the reflection of the flame in his hand, the water in the bottle shone with a strange light.

"I just figured it out."

Hisari shouted to the prophet who was holding the body of Nuri Velen:

"A long time ago, when the man gave me this bottle of the fountain of youth as a joke, he said that it could be used for salvation, but it was clearly an evil thing.

I thought about burying it somewhere no one could find it, but I ended up keeping it.

Facts have proved that my trust in him was correct!

Today, now, is when it should come into play. If all this is a game, then I am the best card he can play!

Come on, Viren, I'll take you to save your son.

There is no need to embrace the darkness, there is no need to pray to evil, and there is no need to entrust the future and all hopes of yourself and your tribe to that magic sword that is not a good thing at first glance!

He left this thing as his last blessing to the good people.

Anyway, stay away from that sword!"

"enough!"

Hisari's sudden disruption made the surrounding Draenei undead, who were looking forward to a leader to lead their revenge, extremely angry. As the first undead to be resurrected by Frostmourne in the Karabor Temple, the former Holy Light

Tu Yirel roared at the Hissari Black Crow:

"Get out! Outsiders, you have nothing to do here!"

Under her scolding, a large number of Draenei undead rushed towards Miss Black Crow, trying to kill her and then be resurrected by the magic sword like them.

As the uncontrollable instinct of the dead, they hate all living people, especially those with such vivid vitality, like a lamp in the darkness, attracting all the undead to project malice towards her.

But Miss Hisali is not afraid of these dead people at all.

"In the name of the fire of Savras, in the name of the fire of purity and kindness, in the name of the fire of new life and passion, stand back! Dead men!

You are not allowed to enter this realm of life!"

The new life and enthusiasm from the fire made her full of courage when facing the cold dead. The burning flaming sickle was raised high, and the power of the primal fire exploded in the hands of the Archdruid.

As the dancing war scythe was struck on the ground, fiery red flames erupted in front of the Arch Druid's feet.

In the rising light that spreads out in a circle and looks like a blooming flame, the dancing dazzling firelight emits the roar of fire eagles and phoenixes, forcing back the undead who are rushing towards the black crows.

These cursed beings born in death and despair covered their eyes one by one, hunched over their bodies and let out pitiful wails. The flames did not harm them.

But like snowmen walking into the sun, their skins are scattered with ash burning like burning flames.

Sisari Black Crow, who was standing in the explosion of flames, had her druid uniform and cloak burned away in an instant, revealing the battle armor she had made with her own hands after being blessed by the flames.

Those robes that seemed to be lit by flames, the fire feather shawls shining on her shoulders, and the fire crown formed by the flames on the burning long hair made her look full of majesty.

There are flame lines on her cheeks, her eyes are like embers that have not been extinguished after burning out, and the scorching breath of flames surrounds her. Every move has flames lingering on her skin and fingers.

Making her look more like a semi-elemental creature rather than pure flesh and blood.

This is the true form of the Flame Druid.

"Don't hurt them!"

The prophet's cloudy eyes seemed to be illuminated by the light in front of him, and he shouted:

"They are still our people. They were just stirred up by this sword, and the darkness in their hearts was stirred up. They were buried in pain. This is not their fault."

"I didn't say they were wrong! Prophet."

The archdruid shook his head and said:

"Every beast group needs a beast king to lead them. They have no one to rely on after returning from the world of death. It is understandable that they want their former leader to lead them.

But it can’t be you…

Those draenei who are still alive still need you!

Think about it, without your guidance, where would those living lives go? "

She looked at the dead people around her who looked disgusted at her.

The black crow was silent for a moment and whispered:

"As for you awakened dead, don't you realize that you are also tools used by Kil'jaeden the Deceiver to harm your leader?

I listened to that man analyze your story for me.

When you fell into this world more than two hundred years ago, you were discovered by the Deceiver's spies. You originally continued to flee, but you chose to live in Draenor, and you forgot about your past for more than ten years.

pursuers, regard this unsafe world as your new home.

You live here with peace of mind, forgetting the threat of demons that are just around the corner, completely giving up the vigilance you developed when you were fleeing, and acting as if no demons have ever chased you among the stars.

Is this normal?

Kil'jaeden has been playing tricks on you!

The angry deceiver knows how to bring you the most painful outcome. It has spent two hundred years perfecting its vicious plan.

Everything is for today.

It almost succeeded.

Your prophet almost fell into darkness and was unable to extricate himself, and you almost completely buried the last hope of the entire draenei people with your own hands.

That sword was sent by the devil!

Are you crazy to let your prophet touch it?"

Hisari Black Crow put away the flaming scythe, and she imitated Blake's sarcastic tone and said to the undead in front of her:

"Of course you can blame all the past disasters on Lord Velen's weakness, put yourself in the position of a perfect victim, and rightfully desire an equally ugly revenge.

But you can't fool yourselves.

The decision to stay in Draenor was made by all draenei!

You also agree with the decision to coexist peacefully with the orcs!

It is you who have sent yourselves into the trap of fraudsters step by step.

Black once told me that for a long time after you fell in Draenor, Velen completely lost the ability to predict the future. He could not see what would happen in the future and could only stay in Draenor according to the wishes of the people.

Life.

This blood debt cannot be blamed on him!

He is just your leader, not your parent...

They are really a bunch of spoiled brats. They must learn to bear the cost of the decisions they make instead of blaming everything on others.

But I don’t mean to scold you either.”

The archdruid took a step back, raised the fountain of youth in her hand, and said to the prophet and the undead beside him:

"I am just here to convey to you what the 'Black Prophet' Black Shaw wanted to say but did not say. You can't be so selfish! The undead cannot selfishly take away the hope of the living.

And prophet, you cannot selfishly abandon your responsibilities and missions here and let your tired soul slip into the abyss.

You can't lie flat and rot!

There are so many Draenei counting on you, and just outside this temple, there are warriors from our world fighting for your world!

Even if you want to die, you can’t die now!"

"I…

Viren felt ashamed.

Maybe it's because I see another hope of saving the child, maybe it's because the moment of spiritual collapse has passed, and reason is returning. After surviving the darkest valley, persisting is going uphill.

He looked back at the magic sword hovering behind him, and then at the archdruid standing in the bright flames, holding the fountain of youth high.

A sense of shame arose in the prophet's heart.

what happened to him?

Why did I have that terrible thought just now? I actually wanted to give up on the Holy Light at that moment. God, this thought was so terrible.

certainly.

The prophet did not notice that there was another force quickly withdrawing from his compensated mind.

"Well done, little girl."
To be continued...