The light in the hall dimmed, and without activating the power of the Holy Light, Choure's state was even worse than Lanlos thought.

The purple-black luster that belonged to the void almost covered his whole body, and if you compare it to mortals, he was like an old man with half a foot in a coffin, dying, as if he could be swallowed up by darkness at any time.

Keeping it that way for a while, the pleasant hum echoed through Lanloth's mind with the most excited emotion since they met.

I'm glad that after Viren, I see hope in mortals again. ’

A puzzled look appeared on Lanlos's face, but before he could say anything more, several slightly messy footsteps suddenly appeared in his perception.

'Remember your determination and faith, Lanloth, and the Light will favor all heroes who give and sacrifice for the hope of others. ’

Without giving him a chance to speak, the holy light was like countless stars in the night sky, quickly converging towards Lan Luos's body, accompanied by a shining brilliance that disappeared in the hall, and his breath completely left this space.

At the entrance, Guldan, who had just appeared from around the corner, had a blue face: "We are a step late, and the rat has slipped away again." ”

"Garona!"

"Yes, my lord, I will find him, I remember his breath. The orc assassin nodded respectfully, and then quietly withdrew, her eyes not darting like a dead man.

"Someone has discovered our secret, what now?" Tarongor was uneasy, the Shadow Council had only just been established, they had not yet fully mastered the Horde, and once this matter was revealed, Kil'Gardan's plans would be shattered in their hands, and he could not imagine what would happen to them.

After a short silence, Gul'dan smiled sinisterly and viciously: "What should I do? ”

"Thanks?"

"Of course. Gul'dan looked at the faintly rippling pool water, his face uncontrollably greedy, "Hopefully, it won't be long before the power of the Shadow Council will be more powerful than you can imagine." ”

When the time comes, even Kilgardan will be surprised.

Thinking like this, the smile on Guldan's face became more and more hideous and excited.

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The space writhed, and a golden light appeared out of thin air, carving a human figure at a rapid speed, and only to hear a whistling, Lanlos suddenly appeared in a guard's corner at the foot of Mount Voshugu.

The power of the Light seems to be more comprehensive than I realize.

After all, it was the second time he had been teleported by Cwure, and Lanlos didn't show much surprise, his attention was all on the uncontrollably emitting brilliant golden sigil on his forehead.

Database Update ......

Charisma +1

Talent Specialty Changes......

Mark of Tyr: Holy Shield, Holy Intervention

Holy Intervention (3/3): Summons the Light to aid the target, protecting it from any damage for up to 30 seconds, the target cannot move and can be transferred by spells.

Lanlos was really surprised, and this seemingly unpleasant conversation ended in a surprising way. Not only did Kwure help him escape Gul'dan's capture, but he also strengthened the power of the Tyr sigil with the Holy Light.

Among them, the increase in charisma value makes Lanlos very happy, you know, don't look at his current charisma as high as 16 points, of which 5 points are additional to equipment......

This 1-point attribute improvement means that his charm is finally out of the category of ordinary people, which is gratifying!

Of course, the famous interference skills made him ecstatic, but ...... What the hell can you only use it three times?!

Forget it, I don't rely on the light to eat anyway.

Stunned in place for a long time, Lan Luo smiled helplessly, and then immediately activated the high level of invisibility and disappeared in place.

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"Do you hear that, Durontan?" Drektar looked at the holy mountain with a perfect triangular outline in the distance, and the expression on his face changed drastically, "The voice of the ancestral soul, is this, angry?"

The blind prophet was not sure of his words, and the voice was more like a heart-rending agony than anger.

Durotan looked in the same direction with an inexplicable expression, and layers of uneasiness's ripples appeared in his heart. Why was the soul of the ancestor so so, so sad, that his entire soul couldn't help but tremble.

A few days later, in Naozu's tent.

"What?!" the chieftain screamed in rage, causing his apprentice Gul'dan to squint.

Durotan was not moved in the slightest, and was so calm that people shuddered: "I released the prophet Viren. ”

"My order is to arrest him and the rest of the Draenei!" Neozu's voice grew louder and louder. How much information could they have gotten from Viren? How much leverage could they get against the Draenei by holding Viren hostage? What the hell was Durotan doing?

Besides, what would the Supreme Lord do if he learned that Viren had slipped out of their hands...... The thought of Kil'Gardan's reaction was filled with endless fear that instantly drowned out all emotions.

"You gave me the task of meeting with him and listening to what he had to say, and I did it. Durotan spoke in a calm voice, and his steady, thick voice was easily convincing, "But there is no glory in capturing a prisoner who is helpless and voluntarily disarmed and comes to the front." ”

"You said that we can grow and prosper as a whole stronger and more prosperous than we can alone. But all this must be built on the starting point of an honor, an inviolable principle, that is to say, ......"

The other party was still explaining, but Naozu didn't listen anymore. For a moment, a lightning-fast consciousness swept through Naozu's mind: Was Kil'Gardan really the kind soul he claimed to be?

Durotan was so engrossed in explaining what he had done that he didn't notice the shaman's distraction, but Neozu felt Gul'dan's gaze, and another wave of fear welled up in his heart. His apprentice, with suspicion in his eyes.

What is the right thing to do, and how can I serve my people well?

Why did Roulkan never come to me again?

"Naozu?" Durotan had stopped talking for a few moments, and seeing that the other party had not responded to him, he had to speak out to regain the other party's attention.

Coming back to his senses, Nao Zu put aside the thoughts that had confused him for the time being, but soon, he struggled again.

What should I do about this...... Durotan is well-known among many clans, and his reason is that if he is severely punished, there will definitely be many people who will complain about the injustice of the Frostwolf Clan. The orc tribes that Naozu has worked so hard to unite are likely to have a rift.

But to let Durotan go like this would be tantamount to a loud slap in the face, which would not only be an insult to his supporters, but would also greatly reduce his prestige.

He hesitated, his eyes not taking his eyes off Durotan until the latter frowned.

The teacher was so angry that he couldn't speak. At this moment, Gul'dan suddenly stepped forward and made a light round, "You, Durotan, son of Garrad, you have disobeyed the direct orders of the spiritual leader and return to your camp, and the teacher will then send a messenger to convey your punishment. ”

Durotan glared at him viciously, making no secret of his dislike for Gul'dan. At the same time, Naozu finally breathed a sigh of relief when he found the bottom of the stairs: "Go down, Durontan, you have disappointed me. ”

Seeing the rebellious son of the frostwolf leave, Gul'dan turned his disgruntled gaze behind Naozu. Although it was precisely because of his indecision that Kil'Gardan chose to support him to become the puppet of the leading tribe, such a person did not have the ability to lead the tribe to win the war against the Delaney.

Of course, neither Gul'dan nor his Shadow Council had enough prestige or prestige to hold the position, and he didn't have the idea of taking Neo's place. It's just that in his mind, a tall and sturdy figure came to mind, a more orc leader, a chief.

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The drama that is being played out in the temple of Carabo, but it is a little more tolerant and understanding than that of the orcs.

"You didn't manage to save C. Urey?" Viren turned and looked at the elven mage, his tired eyes full of regret and puzzlement.

"To be precise, he can't come out. Lanloth nodded, "He must protect the ancestral souls of the orcs from the Shadow Council. ”

"The Shadow Council?

"Well, I guess I was behind this war. After a pause, Lanlos gave a barely fitting explanation. It's not that he doesn't want to go into detail, the point is that this organization has always been haunted in his memory, and he really can't provide any effective information.

Even Viren felt a hint of awkwardness on his face the moment he heard that Cwuray was going to protect the enemy's ancestral soul, but soon, his absolute trust in the Holy Light reassured him.

"If you can, please don't tell the other Delaney about this. ”

It's like a mixed assessment of Lanlos, and not everyone understands Choure's approach. The elven mage nodded in agreement, then stepped forward, lifting the white hair on his forehead, revealing the Mark of Tyr, which was brighter than ever.

"Kwure has blessed me, I wonder if this power will awaken Terlet and Hataru as you see it?"