"You're welcome." Viren nodded in acknowledgement, then reached out and motioned for Moon Shadow to sit down.

"We haven't had a good conversation since you came to Azeroth, and the last time I came to see you was for something else." It wasn't the first time to talk, and Moon Shadow was not informal, as she spoke, Moon Shadow straightened her clothes as a sign of respect, and sat down cross-legged facing Veron.

"Don't worry, we can talk a lot." Viren said with a slight smile, reached out and stroked his beard and continued, "And, we love this moment planet. Of all the worlds we've seen, this is a very beautiful world. ”

"I couldn't agree more, it's a unique planet." Moon Shadow smiled too, but then he smiled and shook his head slightly, "As you can see, this is also a precarious world, how many internal and external troubles, although I do my best; It is estimated that people will not be able to avoid the legion, and another disaster will come. ”

"I understand your worries, nowhere is safe! Some time ago, I also felt darkness coming. Veren smiled slightly, with a hint of sadness, wrinkling his smooth, pale face.

"I'm sorry, but I don't really want to bring your people into war." Looking at Viren's expression, Moon Shadow shook her head slightly, feeling a little guilty in her heart.

"You don't have to, the Light knows everything. We chose not to sell our people into slavery, for which we were exiled. Speaking of this, Viren's expression was deep, and some memories seemed to come to mind. After a long time, he took a long breath and continued: "I have been disappointed, and that is because most of my people have not thought of fighting; It's different here, you all have a yearning for freedom. We are now part of this place, so it is incumbent upon us, the exiled Argus, to protect this new home. Even if the night comes, there will be a moment of dawn. ”

"Thank you." Moon Shadow bowed his head slightly, it was true that countless planets were destroyed under the iron hooves of the Burning Legion, and Azeroth survived and washed. Except for some objective conditions. That is the heart of all the races on this planet who yearns for freedom and does not want to be slaves.

"Where, do you want to stay and have dinner together? Many of us want to thank you for helping us, and they all want to treat you a little bit. Viren smiled at the invitation, and Moon Shadow nodded, an invitation that was not easy to refuse. As he spoke, Viren got up, just as a soldier walked in. After saluting Veron, he bowed slightly to Moon Shadow.

"It's time for dinner. Prophet. The soldier said respectfully, and Veron nodded kindly and made an inviting gesture to Moon Shadow.

The dining room is another cabin, and Moon Shadow has been here before. The long table was full of things, and only Moon Shadow and Veron were seated. Unlike before, these things were taken from this land, and there were metal plates with grilled meat, smoked fish, and lots of bread and vegetables and some fruits. Then a Draenei maid served a stalk of wine.

"Tell me about our dish for today, Alana." Veron said with a smile and instructed the maid who was arranging the dishes.

"Yes, Prophet." The lady-in-waiting had pale blue skin and was about the same height as most Dralanees. The light blue dress looks elegant. He stretched out his hand in a crisp voice and said, "We have made effective use of this land, and a lot of food is produced here. The other races in the West are friendly, and some of them are traded over there. There are small, green-skinned creatures who often come to trade with us, and this wine is exchanged from them. ”

"Greenskin? Is it a goblin? Then you have to be careful in the future, they are synonymous with cunning. No matter what you buy or sell with them, most of the time you lose money. Moon Shadow said with a slight smile, these little guys really made him remember. Hearing Moon Shadow's words, the maid who called Alana obviously had a stagnant expression, and her face became unnatural.

"Why don't you pour the wine for us to taste first?" Viren's words broke the maid's embarrassment, and she hurried up to add some to each of Moon Shadow and Viren's cups. Moon Shadow picked up her glass and sniffed it gently. His eyes twitched slightly, and he laughed.

"Isn't that right? Or I'll help you get another drink. Our own fruit wine? Moonshadow's actions made the maid a little nervous, and she was afraid that she would snub the prophet's guest.

Moon Shadow shook her head slightly, though. He took a sip of the liquor and nodded, then nodded, and continued: "This should be the wine produced by our Kadore, produced in the twilight forest in the west, and it is not bad. These greenskins don't know how to convince the local elves to sell them new wine. After saying that, Moon Shadow put the cup down, and it was good, but the cellar time was a little short.

Both of them are demigods, and they basically don't need to eat to get energy, and eating is more of a formality. Moon Shadow and Viren continued to talk. After talking about Azeroth for a while, Viren also told some of the history and deeds of Argus. Including the birth of Akmund and Kil'Gardan, the arrival of the Dark Titans and other detailed plots. After dinner, Moon Shadow said goodbye to Veron, and after a conversation, he also solved a lot of uncertainty in his heart.

In the ever-eternal darkness visible to the naked eye, endless lurks. Power surged and pulsated within him. More real than blood, more nourishing than food and water, both intoxicating and calming. He wasn't omnipotent, at least for now...... Otherwise, thousands of worlds would be wiped out in the blink of an eye, and his conquest would no longer have to be resorted to force. But overall, he is quite satisfied with the current situation.

Except for one thing. They are alive, those who are in exile are alive. Kilgardan could feel them; He could still feel them despite the countless centuries that had passed for those stupid creatures who were still affected by time. Viren and the rest of the idiots, they were now hiding, afraid to face him and Akmund. Akmund was there...... Turning Point...... Collaborate with him as friends and allies as they did a long time ago, when they were mere creatures. However, Viren ......

Kil'Gardan, Akmund, and the rest of their compatriots have long since stopped calling themselves "Erida". Viren would call them "Manari", but they called themselves the Burning Legion. The army of Sargeras. The Chosen One.

He stretched out a slender crimson arm, a giant clawed hand reaching into the void that encompassed everything, feeling its fluctuations as he probed. From the moment the enemy escaped again, a steady stream of scouts were sent out, all returning with news of defeat. Akmund wanted to execute them to punish them for their incompetence, but was vetoed by Kilgardan. Those who are scared. He who escaped, of course, he had reason to know; And those who smell the reward, feel the approval of the master, and stay with him, and thirst for reward, he also sees it. So, while Kilgardan never hides his displeasure with the losers, he also tends to give them a second chance. Or even the third time. If he believed they had done their best and weren't just wasting his good intentions.

"We still have many worlds to conquer and destroy in order to serve our Master Sargeras." Akmund's voice roared, piercing the darkness that surrounded them. "Leave that idiot alone. If he dares to pose a threat to us, we'll feel it. Just let him rot alone in a certain world. He will never be able to appreciate what true power is, and that is enough punishment. ”

"I'm not trying to deprive him of his power." Kilgardan whispered, and Kui Wei's head slowly turned to the other demon lord, whose face became extremely fierce, and the demon lord trembled: "I want to destroy him completely, and those who foolishly follow him. I'm going to crush him, I'm going to make him feel sorry for his distrust, for his stubbornness. and his refusal to pay the price for his actions for the sake of all of us......"

The giant hand clenched into a fist, and the sharp nails sank deep into the palm. Lava-like flames erupted, leaving a deep dent in his hidden form in the darkness. Kilgardan had many such scars on his body, and he was proud of them.

Akmund was powerful, elegant, sleek, and full of intelligence. However, he did not have the fervent thirst for destruction that Kilgardan had. He had explained to him countless times about it; This time he just sighed. It was decided not to continue the discussion. They have been arguing like this for countless centuries, no doubt. They will continue to argue for countless centuries to come...... Until Kil'Gardan succeeded in destroying the existence that had been his closest friend.

Maybe that's because of this, Kilgardan suddenly thought. Akmund had no special affection for Viren, and only regarded him as a colleague who led Ereda. And he, Kilgardan, used to love Viren so much. He loved him like a brother...... No. More than that. He loved him like his alter ego.

However......

The giant palm clenched again, and where blood should have been oozing, another burst of unclean flames poured out.

He could never tolerate the idea of letting Viren hide in some uncivilized world, in a cave, licking his wounded pride. This is not enough. Once upon a time. Kilgardan would say he wanted blood...... But now, blood could no longer satisfy him. He wants to humiliate them and let them know what a complete disgrace is. It's sweeter than simply letting life go away from Viren and his foolish followers.

Akmund tilted his head. Kilgardan recognized the gesture: it was one of his servants who was talking to him. Like Kilgardan, Akmund had his own plans and conspiracies; Of course, it's all about serving their dark master, and his ultimate goal of conquering everything. Without saying a word, Akmund got up and left, his gait swift and agile, far from matching his tall and burly appearance.

At the same moment, there was a fluctuation in Kil'Gardan's mind. He immediately recognized the signal: it was his lieutenant, Tagas. From his thoughts, Kilgardan read cautious hope.

"What's the matter, my friend? Go ahead! Kilgardan commanded in the spirit link.

"My lord, I have no intention of spreading false expectations. But...... I might have found them. The answer from the other side was filled with joy.

Kilgardan felt a burst of joy in his heart. Among his puppets, Tagas is always the cautious one...... Just like the guy he's trying to hunt. Tagas was only below Kil'Gardan and he has consistently proven his loyalty for so many centuries. Kilgardan knew him well and knew that even such a cautious remark would not be said easily until he was completely sure

"Where? How did you find it? The muscles on Kil'Gardan's face squirmed, and he looked very excited.

"A world where we failed 10,000 years ago, a local warlock summoned our demons; From this, I felt that the place was tainted with their special magical aura. The voice on the other side replied. (To be continued.) )

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