Chinese Warriors in World of Warcraft

Chapter 841 There is true love everywhere in the world (12)

grow?
maybe.

Toure fragments are the foundation of the Liangyi realm. If you want to complete it, you must collect more toure fragments until you reshape the complete toure and reach the peak state of high-level demigods.

At least before "Budo Myth", it is impossible to get rid of Toure and Naru.

His fate, for some time, has been inseparable from the Naaru.

"When will the other tule fragments be delivered?" Jiang Jie sensed the changes in the Taiji Liangyi in his body, and his heart was calm.

His strength has been further enhanced, which is very helpful for the next action.

Outland is not his battlefield, but the four elemental planes are, Hell is, Ulduar is, the Tomb of Sargeras is, and Argus is.

The whole universe is.

He needs more power, and it's not enough now.

"One year at the latest." Adal replied.

"Great Naruadal, I have heard your name. Your way of holy light has been guiding us, allowing us to find our home in the confusion."

Velen came over and faced A'dal respectfully.

He lived tens of thousands of years.

The nourishment of the holy light for tens of thousands of years has sublimated him into another kind of creature, which can be regarded as a "semi-holy light" creature. He has been promoted to a demigod, and he is qualified to be on par with ordinary naaru.

But in front of the ancestor Naru, he is still only qualified to salute respectfully.

He lived for tens of thousands of years, but the ancestor Naru, who was born at the beginning of the order of light and darkness, lived for countless billions of years, so they are completely ineligible for comparison.

Perhaps Naru's fighting power is really not strong.

But at his level, evaluating the greatness and strength of an existence must not only focus on actual combat power, but also knowledge, wisdom, experience, and more.

"Veylon, the Holy Light is guiding you."

Facing the Holy Light Prophet, Adal said calmly, "Uphold the way of the Holy Light in your heart, and you may go farther than us."

"Follow your guidance, great Naruadal." Velen saluted again.

The Holy Light Hall is very lively.

Many people gathered together, and it was very lively to meet old friends.

Archmage Khadgar Mantou has short off-white hair and looks very energetic.

He is actually not very old, he is around 40 years old at full count, not a few years older than Luo Ning, but he has been promoted to legend for many years.

When he ventured to close the Dark Portal back then, he was exiled to the Twisted Void by the torn void, and he survived safely for many years. Then, he did not know how to contact Naru Adal and was rescued by Adal. here we go.

During those years in the Twisting Nether, he was definitely not in vain, and his strength was further enhanced.

He studied with Adal for many years, and his strength increased again.

Jiang Jie can really sense the energy fluctuations in Khadgar's body, and he has reached the high-level legendary level, almost on a par with Krasus and Kael'thas.

very impressive.

After A'dal regained Shattrath, this was about the first time he saw the invited Kurdran Wildhammer and Danath Trollbane, and the three had endless things to say.

Soon, Admiral Daelin and Lord Falstad also came over.

Admiral Dai Lin's eyes were filled with muddy tears.

Heroes shed tears, which is hard to see in ten years.

Lord Falstad solemnly walked in front of Kurdran and saluted respectfully.

A young half-elf paladin stood alone in a corner, next to several high elves from Fortress Alleria.

Not many people paid attention to him, except for one person.

Uther walked over, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Are you... Arator? The child of Turalyon and Alleria?"

"The Redeemer" Alator, this young paladin, inherited his father's way of the Holy Light and his mother's wisdom. Before he was 20 years old, he was already a high-ranking knight, and his promotion speed was not even faster than that of Alsace. slow.

He looked at the majestic and strong old knight in front of him, felt the almost sea-like holy light energy on his body, and asked tentatively: "Are you... Uncle Uther?"

"It's me, poor boy!"

Uther stepped forward and hugged Alator in his arms: "Child, poor child!"

Tears are everywhere, and warmth is everywhere.

A piece of crying, a piece of laughter.

"Are you... Garrosh? My child?"

A low growl like weeping and complaining attracted Jiang Jie's attention.

In the corner of the Holy Light Hall, the heroic Grom Hellscream was full of tears, looking at the young orc not far away, his hands trembling uncontrollably, the "Gorehowl" that never left his hands fell to the ground, he didn't care .

No matter how precious the battle ax is, it cannot compare with his children.

Who said orcs have no warmth?

This old hero, rarely seen in the entire history of orcs, has been missing his children for 20 years.

From longing to despair, to numbness.

He didn't even know what was going on in Draenor now, whether the child was still alive, whether orcs were still alive in Draenor.

So when he heard that there were still many orcs in Draenor, he first found Thrall, asked him to agree to negotiate, and asked to follow him to Shattrath.

Today, he got his wish and instantly aged ten years.

"Father... I thought... you were a sinner..." Garrosh was still an honest, even cowardly young orc with low self-esteem. Looking at his father, he couldn't hide his excitement and low self-esteem.

"No, your father is a hero of the orcs. He made mistakes, but he has ended Mannoroth and saved the whole family. Garrosh, my brother, you should be proud of your father, proud! "

Thrall stepped forward, his voice loud.

Then he faced an old female orc beside Garrosh, knelt down respectfully, and said in a low voice, "Grandmother Gaiaan."

This old orc is the oldest of the surviving orcs in Draenor, Thrall's grandmother, Durotan's mother, the old shaman of the Frostwolf clan, and the founder of the Mag'har orcs.

She looked at the young orc chieftain in front of her, her only surviving relative, and her voice was trembling: "My child, your name is 'Guil'..."

Another young orc stood on the other side of Gaiaan's grandmother.

He was searching in the crowd at this time, but he didn't see the figure whose memory had long been blurred, and there was an unconcealable disappointment on his face.

"Draenox, my brother."

Thrall looked at him, apologetic: "Your father 'Varok Saurfang' is in charge of staying in Orgrimmar, the main city of orcs on the planet Azeroth. He asked me to bring you a message: he Waiting for you in Orgrimmar."

There is truth everywhere in the world.

But the reality is always so ruthless.

A group of demon hunters came from afar and walked into Shattrath.

"It's such an exciting scene, isn't it?"

Illidan glanced at Malfurion, but did not see Tyrande. His eyes dimmed for a while, and his voice became colder: "If you have talked enough, I think the negotiation can begin!"

(End of this chapter)