Mages believe in efficiency, and Lanloth is the best of the best.

Socializing is a waste of time, and time is a precious resource in a situation like this.

The Light has a status that is unimaginable to ordinary people for the Draenei.

To put it simply, those who use the Light or have the protection of the Light are the appointed and chosen ones in the hearts of the Delaney people. As fanatical as it sounds, their lives were saved by Naru, the representative of the Light.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the Light is their reborn parent.

Although this was a little excessive, it was undeniable that after Lanloth showed the Mark of Tyr, Ristalan and his party all laid down their weapons.

And after understanding the purpose of several people, Restaran patted his chest and led the way himself.

"I've never seen anyone else favored by the Light, Lanros, can you tell us more about your race?" Compared to Naru, the Holy Light energy emitted by the Tyr Sigil may be a little different, but the pure positive warm radiance, Restaran will never admit his mistake, and in addition to his excitement, his restless curiosity makes him ignore the others around him for a while.

"Uh-huh!"

Following Durontan's deliberately amplified cough, he gasped heavily for air with great dissatisfaction every night.

Although Restaran was only a captain of the guard, the long life span of the Delaney gave them a lot of time to learn and improve their IQ and emotional intelligence. Seeing at a glance the dissatisfaction of the Frostwolf Chieftain, Rystaran hurriedly changed the subject: "I forgot to introduce to you, now the road under our feet made of polished and smooth stone slabs is called the Pilgrimage Road, which connects the most glorious city of Draenei with the most sacred temple......

"Shattrath and the Temple of Karabo. Grabbing the placket of his shirt, Lanloth's seemingly casual opening made the people around him appear surprised again.

"You...... What?" Restaran couldn't even get his words out.

An unfathomable smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and Lanros pressed his hand to his chest like a devout man praying, "The light will light my way." ”

With the exception of the two orcs, the rest of the draenei all showed their expressions as before, and at the same time, the same piety as Lanlos appeared on their faces. Of course, they are much more sincere than the former.

As for Tyri on the side, she buried her head deep in her chest and couldn't hold back her laughter.

After more than a year of living together, who still doesn't know anyone? With this kid's character and charm, Holy Light, unless he is blind, who will take a fancy to him......

This question mark popped up inexplicably in her mind, and Terri was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at the other party. As if they had been discussed, Lanlos turned his head almost at the same time.

In less than half a breath, their eyes touched, and then they separated like lightning.

Looking at Tyri, who was eager to bury her head in the frostwolf's fur, Lanros scratched her cheek in confusion, then shook her head, not digging deeper.

The Pilgrimage Trail spans almost half of the Terokkar Forest and the entire Shadowmoon Valley, and not only does it connect two of the most important areas of the Draenei, but in fact some of the villages and settlements are not far from it.

Although it may seem like a long way, the patrol team ensures its safety and convenience, and with the well-maintained broad road, the time to get to the temple of Carabo is greatly reduced.

A few days later, under the light of a dense array of stars, Lanlos and his party arrived at the most beautiful sacred place of the Draenei.

The Temple of Carabo, the wonder of the east coast of the Shadowmoon Valley. It is the sacred place of the Delaney, the culmination of wisdom and art. But at the same time, it is also a correction for the mistakes that Delaney has made.

Many years ago, an accident occurred in Genidal, which was sailing among the stars, and a Naru named Kara lost his connection to the Light, and the Void Energy began to take advantage of the opportunity to consume it.

Although Light and Void are two opposing forces, they are inevitably inextricably linked, and when Naru loses its power and is on the verge of death, its divine energy decays, and the fading light attracts the opposite darkness.

If they do not help Naru in this state, they will fall and transform into a void creature called the Entropy.

Kara does not want her demise to bring destruction to the Delaney, and she tries to convince the latter to throw it out of Ginidale. However, for the Draenei, how easy is it to abandon a Naaru?

However, while the Draenei hesitated, Void Energy flowed through Kara's body, and instinctively, it launched an attack on the other two Naru. Their energies collided violently in the cabin of the Ginidal ship, and in the chaos, many innocent people lost their lives.

Thankfully, the Prophet Veren intervened in time to isolate them with the power of the Light, and eventually succeeded in throwing Kara off Genidal.

Until now, Kara, who has been reduced to a dark creature, still floats in the sky above Shadowmoon Valley. In order to correct the negative effects of the fall of Genidal on the world, the temple of Carabo and cities and villages were erected. Delaney is not only adapting to the world, but also protecting it.

Looking up at the celestial dome illuminated by the stars, Lanlos's gaze followed the bright moonlight, and sure enough, a pitch-black star loomed at the edge of the light.

"The path under our feet is called the path of light. Ahead, Restaran rolled over and jumped off his mount, knelt down on one knee toward the stately structure that stood in the distance, and prayed earnestly before continuing, "At its end is the most brilliant jewel of the Draenei, the Temple of Carabo. ”

"The Prophet has been waiting for a long time. Turning, Restaran bowed slowly to the group.

Due to the environment, the overall light in Shadowmoon Valley is very dim, but the Carabo Temple is an exception. Purple crystals, larger than adults, floated around the perimeter of the temple under the control of the Draenei priests, illuminating the majestic structure in the center.

Coupled with the small crystal lamps neatly arranged on the building, there are hardly any dark dead spots.

The gardens in the middle of the road and around the temple are planted with golden tulips, gently swaying in the evening breeze, as if to welcome visitors in their own way.

Despite the late day, there were still many Draenei civilians on the path of light, and except for the occasional brief glance at a few outsiders behind Restaran, the rest of the time they were all very tacitly and uniformly focused on the temple in front of them.

The peaceful atmosphere makes people involuntarily hold their breath, for fear that their voice will accidentally break the peace.

On the top floor of the Temple of Carabo, there is a large square rooftop, and in the center of it is a large and intricate circle carved out of mystical paint. In front of the circle, an old man in a solemn robe stood quietly, his eyebrows white, his thick goatee reaching to his chest, constantly fluttering in the evening breeze.

"Welcome, Frostwolf Clan, and alien visitors beyond Draenor. Opening his eyes, the Prophet slowly turned around.

Facing the eyes that shone faintly because of the arcane favor, Lanlos seemed to have the illusion that he had forgotten to put on his clothes, not only on the outside, but also as if everything about himself was seen through under the gaze of these eyes.

"Don't be surprised. Viren seemed to really see through his thoughts, "My prophetic powers have helped the Delaney avoid countless dangers, though...... But in the face of the future that is close at hand, my eyes are still bright. ”

Forget to mention that although Viren had succeeded in preventing Kara's fall from causing further damage to the other two Naru, even Viren had been traumatized by such a powerful void force.

His prophetic abilities had been severely hampered, and the future, which he had been able to see clearly, was now covered in a thick fog. He was not even aware of Kil'Gardan's machinations until the Orcs launched a massive attack that he assembled the Draenei's effective defense.

By then, however, it was too late.

"Young man, you seem to be hiding some terrible secrets. Just as Lanros was recalling this history, Viren's bulb-like eyes suddenly narrowed, and the elven mage couldn't help but shudder in his heart and quietly swallowed his saliva.

"Ah, I see. Still without waiting for the other party to speak, with his own eyes alone, Viren found the answer even before Lanlos could organize the language.

This feeling of being led from start to finish is not so friendly.

"Such a pure void power...... Viren didn't seem to be aware of the other party's dissatisfaction, but it was more likely that none of this mattered compared to what he 'saw'.

"What happened to you?" asked Veren as he approached the other man slowly, and as his fingertips were about to touch the other's forehead, he asked with a serious face.

It turned out to be just this thing......

Hearing this, Lan Luo breathed a sigh of relief, and then quickly became serious: "Honorable Prophet Viren, you don't have to worry about the matter of the Void Lord. ”

"At the cost of this, we have already won. Pulling back his collar, Lanlos exposed the fine black marks on his collarbone.

Seeing people talking, the fire of Tyre can certainly attract the attention of the captain of the guard, Restaran, but in front of this spokesman of the Holy Light, it is just a cluster of flames. Compared to this completely negligible favor of the Holy Light, the opposition to the Void can arouse Viren's closeness even more.

It's not just courage and strength, but more importantly, a stand.

"Clever kid. With a pun, Viren smiled lightly in a friendly gesture, frowning as his gaze fixed on the scars on the other's body, but quickly let go.

"The power of the void is eroding your body, but. As soon as the words turned, Viren's eyes that shone with a faint light raised again, and his sharp gaze seemed to pierce Lanloth's body with two sharp swords, "I believe that you have the ability to solve it yourself." ”

Really?

Lanlos felt bitter in his heart, and although he had tried his best to control it from the moment he stepped through the gates of the Carabo Temple, it seemed that it had all been in vain.

With just one glance, Viren sensed the power of darkness within him, and perhaps the power of evil. That's why the kind and benevolent prophet would be so wary of him.