Grow?

Perhaps.

The Toure Fragment is the foundation of the Liangyi Realm, and if you want to complete it, you naturally have to collect more Toure Fragments until you reshape the complete Toure and reach the peak realm of the high-level demigods.

At least until the "Martial Arts Myth", there is no way to get rid of Toure and Naru.

His fate, for some time, has been inextricably linked to Naru.

"When will the other Toure fragments be delivered?" Jiang Zai sensed the changes in Tai Chi Liangyi in his body, and his heart was calm.

His strength has been further strengthened, which will be very helpful for the next action.

The Outlands are not his battlefields, the four elemental planes are, Hades is, Ulduar is, Sargeras's Tomb is, and Planet Argus is.

The whole universe is.

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

"One year at the latest." Adar replied.

"Great Naruadal, I have heard your name. Your path of Light has been guiding us to find our home in the midst of confusion. ”

Velen walked over and faced Adar respectfully.

He lived for tens of thousands of years.

Tens of thousands of years of holy light nourishment has sublimated him into another creature, which can be regarded as a "semi-holy actinized" creature, upgraded to a demigod, and qualified to be on a par with ordinary Naru.

But in front of the Ancestor Naru, he still had only the qualifications to bow respectfully.

He lived for tens of thousands of years, but these ancestors born at the beginning of the light and darkness sequence, Nalu, lived for an unknown number of hundreds of millions of years, and they were completely unqualified to compare.

Maybe Naru's combat power is really not strong.

But at his level, to evaluate the greatness and strength of an existence, we must not only focus on the actual combat effectiveness, but also knowledge, wisdom, experience, and others, more and more.

"Velon, the Light is guiding you."

Adar confronted the Light Prophet with a calm voice: "With the Light in your heart, you may go further than we do. ”

"Listen to your guide, great Naruadar." Velun saluted again.

The Hall of Light is lively.

A lot of people gathered together, and the old friends met very lively.

Archmage Khadgar has short gray hair and looks very spiritual.

He is actually not very old, about forty years old, not a few years older than Luo Ning, but he has been promoted to a legend for many years.

When he ventured to close the dark door, he was banished to the twisted void by the torn void, and actually survived safely, lived for many years, and then I don't know how to contact Naruadar and was rescued by Adar and came here.

In those years of distorting the void, he was by no means in vain, and his strength was further enhanced.

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

Jiang Zheng could truly sense the energy fluctuations on Khadgar's body, and he had actually reached the high-level legendary level, almost on a par with Crassus and Kael'thas.

It's remarkable.

After following Adar to regain Shatrath, this was about the first time he had met Kudran Brute Hammer and Dana Stoll Bane, who had been invited, and the three of them had endless words.

Soon, Admiral Dalin and Grand Lord Furstad also came over.

Admiral Dalin's eyes filled with cloudy tears.

Heroes shed tears, and it is rare to see them in ten years.

The Grand Lord of Vorstad solemnly walked up to Kudran and saluted respectfully.

A young half-elven paladin, standing alone in a corner, flanked by several High Elves from the Aurelia Fortress.

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

Uther walked over, her voice trembling uncontrollably, "Are you ...... Arator? Tulayan and Aurelia's children? ”

"Redeemer" Aratol, the young paladin, inherited his father's path of light and his mother's intelligence, and before he was twenty years old, he was already a high-ranking knight, and his promotion speed was not even slower than Alsace.

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 took Arator in his arms: "Child, poor child! ”

Tears everywhere, warmth everywhere.

A chorus of crying, a chorus of laughter.

"Are you...... Garrosh? My baby? ”

A low roar like a cry attracted Jiang Zai's attention.

In the corner of the Hall of Holy Light, the heroic Grom Hell roared with tears on his face, looking at the young orc not far away, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and the "blood roar" that never left his hand fell to the ground, and he didn't care at all.

No matter how precious the tomahawk is, it can't compare to his children.

Who says orcs don't have warmth?

This old hero, who is rare 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 with Draenor now, if the child was still alive, if Draenor was still alive with orcs.

So when he heard that Draenor still had a lot of orcs, he was the first to find Thrall and ask him to agree to negotiate and to follow him to Shattrath.

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

"Father...... I thought...... You're a sinner......" Garrosh is still an honest, even cowardly young orc, looking at his father, he can't hide his excitement and low self-esteem.

"No, your father is a hero of the orcs. He had made mistakes, but he had finished Manolos with his own hands and saved the whole clan. Garrosh, my brother, you should be proud, proud of your father! ”

Thrall stepped forward, his voice booming.

Then he faced an old female orc next to Garrosh and knelt down respectfully, his voice low: "Grandmother Gaiaan." ”

This old orc, the eldest of the surviving orcs of Draenor, is also Thrall's grandmother, Durontan's mother, the old shaman of the Frostwolf Clan, and the founder of the Maghan Orcs.

She looked at the young orc chief in front of her, her only surviving relative, and her voice trembled a little: "Child, your name is Guyre......"

Another young orc, on the other side of Grandmother Gaiaan.

He searched through the crowd at this time, but did not see the figure whose memory had long been blurred, and a disappointment that could not be concealed appeared on his face.

"Dranoth, my brother."

Thrall looked at him and apologized, "Your father, Varoksa Rufar, is in charge of staying behind in Orgrimmar, the main city of the orcs on the planet Azeroth. He asked me to bring you a message: He is waiting for you in Orgrimmar. ”

There is truth everywhere in the world.

But the reality is always so unforgiving.

A group of demon hunters, coming from a distance, walked into Shattrath.

"It's exciting, isn't it?"

Illidan glanced at Malfurion, but not Tyrande, his eyes were dim for a while, and his voice became even colder: "If you talk enough, I think negotiations can begin!" ”