The Stormkeep is a great ship that Naru and the Draenei have ridden across the starfields in search of their home across the world.

The speed of this ship has long exceeded the limits of what mortals can imagine, in fact, it is more like a way to leap through the vast universe in a way of space jumping, within the force field of its ship, its three frigates and the captured small starship "Evil Mallet" are also moving forward with this ship, also in rapid jumps.

It's like a whole.

But the scenery of the void is no different from the cold starry sky in Dick's memory, and compared to the galaxy in the past, the sea of stars that has been ravaged by the burning expedition is far more desolate than the sea of stars in another memory.

Everywhere the legion goes, the world turns to ashes, this is not an exaggerated adjective, in fact, in order to give Dick a more intuitive understanding of the Burning Expedition, Illidan deliberately chose a stop on the way back, it was an unknown galaxy, in the porthole of the Storm Fortress, Dick, Ronin and others really saw the world that was burned into the wreckage of the universe by the dark green evil fire.

In the icy dark galaxy, it was a pile of lifeless residue, more than a third of the planets in the entire galaxy were incinerated, and it was as if it had been cut by a sharp sword, like a corpse that had already died, and the most crazy thing was the green sun... The sun, completely polluted by evil energy, hangs in the center of the galaxy, but it has lost all light and heat, and can only scatter malicious rays in all directions, as if it is crying.

The cruel murderer deliberately left his identification at the scene of the murder, and he laughed wildly and strode away, leaving behind a corpse, leaving the souls of the victims to wander in place, completely extinguishing civilization, and then using this cruelty to show all the onlookers the tragic encounter.

In this way, he can manifest his evil power.

This scene made the hearts of all who saw it palpitate, even after leaving the nameless galaxy, Dick's heart was far from relieved, he could not believe that it was Azeroth who had encountered all this.

No, he won't let it just happen!

Dick stood by the porthole, looking out at the unchanged landscape, they had entered the wall of stars, and in one day at most, they would be able to return to the world of Draenor, and then return to Azeroth through the Dark Gate, the final moment of this distant journey.

Sylvanas wasn't with him, the Windranger sisters were discussing Aurelia, Ronin was invited by Illidan to enter the Wicked Mallet to study the secrets of the Burning Legion starship, Dick was idle, and many thoughts kept surging through his mind, about Azeroth, about the Guardians, about that world, about Illidan's bold and crazy counteroffensive plan.

All this mixed up and made a mess in his mind, but in the end, it was the dark green sun that appeared in his mind... The galaxy that was dead, he was sure, was also born with Star Spirits, but he wasn't as lucky as Elune, and was completely destroyed by Sargeras and his Burning Legion before he could grow up.

The paladin put his hands on the edge of the porthole, he took out the pipe from his bosom and was about to put it in his mouth, when suddenly, a pain from his soul made him cover his forehead, completely disrupting all his thoughts, as if his brain was about to crack at this moment, the pipe he was holding in his hand fell to the ground, and his whole body fell at this moment.

It's almost unthinkable... At his level, this would still happen.

But it was also at the same moment that the paladin immediately realized that something was wrong!

He hurriedly took out the World Scepter, endured the pain of torn soul, and sank his consciousness into it, which was too far away from Azeroth, even with the World Scepter in his hand that could talk to the planet, his consciousness was extremely difficult, and he returned to Azeroth, he continued to walk forward with the sting of his soul, beyond the root, he opened his eyes, and saw Verinde slowly sinking into the river.

The Night Elf he rescued in the Twilight Forest, the one who accepted Godring's mission, the first follower to leave him, the little wolf girl who was connected to his soul.

Her face was no longer full of smiles, but full of pain, her eyes still open, and a wisp of longing for life, her hair scattered in the water, so that the clear face was matched with an unimaginable softness, and her lifeless hands swayed in the water, as if trying to grasp something that had been lost.

Is it life, or is it hope?

Dick appeared in the river in a form unimaginable to mortals, without causing a single ripple, he reached out to grab Verinde, but he couldn't, if he was still in Azeroth, even if he was thousands of miles away, the whole world would help him do what he wanted, but now, he was no longer in that world, and his mobilization of world power had weakened too much at this moment.

Is Verind dead?

That free little wolf girl just died?

No!

Dick gritted his teeth, no!

He looked up at some presence in the deep river, which was empty except for a small boat that only souls could see, and at the bow of the boat lit a small white lamp, and another Vilinde sat on it, looking blank.

A wooden ship that carries souls to the Land of Shadows.

Dick approached the boat quickly, reaching out to pull Verinde off it, which he could easily do with his current authority.

But just as he stretched out his hand, a silver point of light blocked in front of his finger, the paladin could not move forward, he tried several times, as if there was an invisible barrier blocking him, and most importantly, that silver light was familiar to him, it was his power, the power of order.

He can't break through it, because life and death ... That's part of the order, that's part of who he is now, how can he deny himself?

To be a practitioner of order is to abide by the laws of order, and if he has vowed to maintain all this, he will not be able to break it with his own hands.

But he didn't expect that the first time he saw the ruthlessness of the law, it turned out that in this case, he obviously had the power to save, but he couldn't interfere with the evolution of all orders, which made Dick's heart slowly sink to the bottom, everything was so full of irony, everything was so difficult to let go.

The canoe had begun to flow in the direction of the Shadow Country, but the Paladin could only watch as it all happened... No!

Dick's sad and desperate gaze suddenly changed, no!

Verinde is different! She's different from the other followers! There's another power in Verinder besides Dick!

Power from Godring!

The paladin turned his head suddenly, and sure enough, the shadow of the arrogant wolf god lay on the river not far behind him, the most mysterious demigod of the wilderness, lying quietly on the water, its dark green eyes staring at Dick, as if waiting for his decision.

Dick knew what it was waiting for, just as Sylvanas would not share Dick with other women, and Godering would not want to share his dependents with Dick, even if he was now the ruler of the world, Goldlin still did not want to, his dependents could only inherit its will, inherit its power, but not belong to another being.

There is no reason for this, just because it is Godring, it will never obey anyone, that's all!

"You want me to set her free?"

Dick asked in a low voice, and Godring looked up, and did not show anything else, but the eyes that had become brighter and brighter represented its attitude.

"Can you save her?"

The paladin asked again, and Godring's tail flicked, the demigod didn't need words to communicate, and Dick already understood what it meant, it could not only save Verinde, but give her more.

"Okay! I'll give her freedom!"

Dick opened his eyes, in front of him was the glowing red walls of the Storm Fortress, the paladin stood up and put the pipe on the ground to his mouth, the follower is a form of the evolution of the power that Nogannon left in the paladin's soul, while this power still exists, it is impossible to disarm the follower, but now, 70% of the world twist has been achieved, Nogannon's lock has been completely opened, and this power can be used by Dick at will.

But even so, when the souls are connected, there is still a great price to pay for giving Verinde real freedom, and that is...

"Ugh!"

Dick put his finger on his forehead, his face turned a lot paler at this moment, it was the pain of tearing off a part of his soul with his own hands, it was the soul!

Even at Dick's level now, soul damage is a troublesome thing, but Verinde... He couldn't give up on her.

It's not about love, it's just that you can't give up, there's no reason, there's no why.

As the part connected to Verinde's soul was torn apart, Godling, who was lying on the river, felt the integrity of Verinde's soul sitting on the soul-attracting boat, and it stood up from the river, roaring in the sky as a wolf, and at this moment, Lailar's body, which was about to reach out and hold the luna's scythe stuck in the ground, suddenly stopped in place.

Behind him, a distant wolf howl came from a more distant place, and the entire werewolf battlefield was quiet at this moment, whether it was the moon rage or the blood fangs, whether it was rational or irrational, all the werewolves stopped attacking at this moment, and the throbbing from the deepest part of the blood made them unable to control the power in their bodies.

Godlin began to run along the water, towards Verinde, who was sitting on the soul-attracting boat, and finally, it leaped, and the entire streamlined body turned into a phantom and disappeared into the wolf girl's soul.

At this moment, Velinde, who had sunk to the bottom of the river and was lying in the mud and sand, in the eyes that had lost her life, a green spark jumped out, and then it burned, and then it ignited everything, igniting the life that had been extinguished, her painful expression came alive at this moment, and the gray mane also spread quickly on her skin at this moment.

"Whew!"

Lelar turned around, and saw that the nameless river was boiling at this moment, and it was as if an invisible crack opened under the current, and the white storm cut through the water, revealing the hidden path inside, and Verinde, who had regained her werewolf form again, walked out of the path, the scar on her neck was still there, but at a speed visible to the naked eye, the collapsed throat quickly returned to its original state.

A layer of white air wrapped around her claws, her body drooped slightly, like a hunter ready to hunt, her eyes were emotionless, indifferent like a piece of ice, but everywhere she went, whether it was the dirt on the ground, stones, or the surrounding trees, it was directly cut by this knife-like wind blade.

This is the power of the wind, this is the power of Godring!

"Oh... Behold, have you finally decided to give up that part of being human?"

Lailar's narrowed eyes were full of brilliance, he moved his shoulders, there was a hint of excitement and bloodlust in his tone, only at this time, he felt a trace of the momentum and taste of the same kind from the Verinde in front of him, he licked his lips, the claws that had been retracted into his claws bounced out again, and the blood-red energy began to wrap around his body, circling, he stretched out his fingers and hooked towards Verinde.

"Come, little girl, let me see, what did Goldlin give you?"