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The stranger exudes colorful energy, and they whirl and fly behind him like a cloak around his strong head and shine like a crown. His voice can be heard in his ears and brain, and it drips in his blood like a sweet song that has been forgotten for a long time and suddenly remembered.
He promised something attractive, excited him and made him want it endlessly, but, but where is it still better?
When he left, the three leaders of Ereda turned to each other and whispered softly that they shared words.
He promised to give us that compared with his requirements, he was rarely the first to say that other sounds echoed and showed his strength in the material world and the spiritual world at the same time.
Such a powerful force, the second murmured that he was lost in thought, that he was elegant, that beautiful, that brilliant and radiant, and that he was telling the truth, that he showed us that everything would come true, and that no one could lie at this point.
The third one was silent, and he knew that the second one was true. The powerful creature showed that all the methods could not be faked. They all knew this, but this one in Sargeras, something about him was Willem, didn’t it?
The two leaders of Veyron’s colleagues are also his friends. Among them, Kilgardan is the most powerful and the most broken, especially close. They have been friends for many years without knowing it. Now Kilgardan is inclined to accept Sargasso’s proposal, and for Veyron, Kilgardan’s words are more important than Archimonde’s. Although most of Archimonde’s ideas are good, they are occasionally slightly biased because of his vanity.
Willem’s thoughts turned to Sargeras to show them the images and the world waiting for them to explore and discover. Of course, it is more important to explore and discover. After all, first of all, Ereda people are eager for knowledge. For a powerful species like them, knowledge is as important as food and water in the eyes of lower animals. Sargeras showed them the prospects and teased their nerves, and everything would be what they wanted.
Ask them to swear allegiance to him.
Make them promise that their people will be loyal to him.
We Waylon are always so cautious. Archimonde said this as a compliment, but Waylon heard irony from it. He knew what Archimonde wanted to do, and he also knew that his hesitation was an obstacle to his ambition in Archimonde’s eyes. Waylon smiled.
That’s right. I’m always cautious about that, and I’m always cautious. We’re here just as much as Kilgardan is determined to make you Archimonde impulsive.
At that moment, both of them burst out laughing. At that moment, Whelan really felt warm about their feelings, and then they were all quiet. Whelan knew that the two of them had made up their minds, and he felt more and more heavy when he watched them leave. He hoped that he could make a definite decision.
The unity of three people leads to perfection. Their different complementary personalities create a balance, and their people bring a harmonious and stable life. He knows that Kilgardan Archimonde really puts the interests of the people first, and so does he. They always agree on things like this.
Waylon frowned. The letter caught the eye of Sargeras. What would make him uneasy? The other two people were obviously inclined to accept Sargeras and told them that Ereda was the one who had been looking for a strong, passionate and proud race. They put him into the cause of unifying the world. He said that he would change them, make them stronger and give them a gift that the universe had never seen before. Indeed, there had never been such a perfect species as Sargeras before. Together with Sargeras, Ereda promised that everything would come true.
But but …
Waylon went to the temple, where he was often troubled. Tonight, several people were sitting around the crystal pillar of Atama, a precious artifact. This artifact is so old that no one can say its origin, just as they can’t remember their own origin. It was a gift given to them by some force a long time ago. This crystal expanded their spiritual power and made them know more about the mysteries of the universe. People used it to treat injuries and cast spells to spy on the future. This is why Waylon came here tonight. He touched it respectfully before. A triangular crystal, warm as a small animal perched in the palm of his hand, calmed him down. He took a deep breath and let the familiar energy penetrate his body, then let go and returned to the circle.
Willem closed his eyes and opened every part of himself to the crystal. The sight he saw seemed to confirm Sargeras’ promise. He saw him standing side by side with Archimonde Kilgardan. They were not noble and proud. The leaders of Eredar were also monarchs of several other worlds. Willem knew that the power was more intoxicating than American wine. The shining cities belonged to them. The residents in the cities cried and shouted that they worshipped and were loyal. Every novel was written in a strange language. His translation revealed the secret magic of imagination.
Everything is brilliant, and his heart is full of joy.
He turned to Kilgardan and his old friend gave him a smile. Archimonde patted him on the shoulder kindly.
Veyron looked down at himself.
Then cried in horror.
His body became huge but distorted, and his smooth blue skin became brown, black and rough, like an old infected tree. Energy and light surged from him, yes, but it was not pure energy, but a morbid green. He looked wildly at his friends, his colleagues and leaders, and they also changed. They also lost everything that used to be good. They are now.
Man’ ari
The word "terrible, wrong, twisted, evil and dirty things" in Arrida’s language pierced his mind like a sword. He cried out in pain again, kneeling on the ground with his knees bent. Veyron turned his eyes away from his deformed body in search of Sargeras’ promise of prosperity. He saw atrocities. Just now he was prostrated in front of a group of worshippers, and now he saw the mutilated body being turned into a monster body like him, like Kilgardan Archimonde. In this tragic image, a group of Veyron had never seen creatures screaming and jumping back and stretching their tentacles strangely. The dog jumped up and down and laughed at the slaughter scene. The deformed little monster also spread its wings and held false and beautiful creatures. They glanced around with satisfaction and pride. They even trod on the land and died, but the vegetation withered and the soil was doomed. All the sources of life were completely wiped out and sucked up.
This is Sargeras’ plan for Ereda. This is his grandiose tone. He said that if we make them stronger, the people of Villen will unite with Sargeras and they will become these monsters. These Manares somehow know that what he saw will definitely not fall by accident, not just this world, but dozens, hundreds and tens of millions.
Everything in Sagras will be destroyed, and this Manari army will be invincible, and behind it will be Kilgardan Archimonde. May all pure and beautiful things save him, Willem. They will never stop until everything is as blackened as the land in front of him. Is Sagras crazy or worse? He knows all this for nothing and still pursues it.
Blood poured down all over him, burning him and beating him until he fell to the ground and cried.
At this time, the image kindly disappeared. Willem blinked and trembled. He was left alone in the temple. The crystal shone with soothing light, and he was grateful for this comfort.
That hasn’t happened yet. It hasn’t happened yet.
Sargeras promised that they were true, that Ereda would be changed, and that the three leaders would gain strength, knowledge and benefits close to God.
They will also lose everything they cherish, betray them and swear to protect everything.
Whelan held up a hand to wipe his face and saw that his hand was stained with sweat and tears instead of blood and fire in the image. He couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. Is it possible to stop all this before it happened, or to reduce the harm caused by this legion at least?
He knows that the answer is as sweet as a gourd ladle of cool water in the desert, but
They felt his anxious spirit calling and immediately came to him. Willem Ma established a spiritual connection and let them see him, see everything, feel everything. At that moment, he felt that they showed him the same feelings and could not help but be full of hope and still have a chance.
Archimonde frowned. This is not the future. This is your personal feeling.
Willenfa watched his friend turn to Kilgardan credibly. Kilgardan was never vain like Archimonde. He was always indecisive and wise.
Archimonde’s right. Kilgardan said flatly that it’s not true. It’s just in your head.