Turani had a long dream.
She dreamed that the holy tomb of Draenei was infiltrated by the power of darkness. Before the crisis broke out, Archbishop Maladar asked her to take some people away overnight, hoping to save some fire.
Outside Auchindoun, by the once picturesque forest all year round, Archbishop Maladar was fully armed and faced Turani with a serious face.
"Archbishop! I can't just leave like this. I am an Auchenai and I should be with everyone!"
"Now that you know that you are Auchenai, you should obey my order, take these recruits and apprentices, and head to Shattrath!"
"But……"
"Come on, Turani, we don't have time!"
As the scene turned, Shattrath City was also devoured by the flames of war. The solid and exquisite city walls collapsed under the simple and brutal trebuchets of the orcs.
Those orcs were completely different from those Turani had seen before. There was no pride or self-confidence in their eyes, only bloodthirsty desire remained.
That is not the look that intelligent beings should have. They have become a group of... "demons" who act entirely on instinct!
The draenei city has advanced technology and proud guards, but their numbers are not on the same order of magnitude as the invading orcs.
Even if one guard of Shattrath takes on ten orcs, more orcs will roar into their city and unleash bloody slaughter on the defenseless civilians.
It was a hellish scene. Even Turani, who was the guard of the tomb and was used to seeing people living and dying, had vomited and trembled more than once because of what she saw.
This is not war, this is massacre.
Turani once summoned the Holy Light with trembling hands to treat a Draenei guard who had only half of his body left. At that time, she discovered for the first time that the Holy Light she believed in was not omnipotent because it could not kill people. Resurrection is even more powerless against the tragic scene in Shattrath.
Dead, dead, everyone is dead.
Turani was supposed to face death at the hands of the orcs, but because she was a woman and one of the few remaining priests, she was protected by her companions at the cost of their lives as a member of the group who took care of the wounded, women and children. Evacuate.
After that, Turani and the Draenei refugees lived a life of wandering together. It was not until they met the hiding Draenei and the orcs diverted their attention due to the invasion of Azeroth that they were able to respite.
(During this period, many, many tragic events that cannot be described in words occurred, such as the emergence of the Broken One, etc.)
However, not long after he settled down, an earth-shaking explosion occurred in the forest where Auchinton was located. Nearly half of Talador, which is now Terokkar Forest, was razed by the explosion. Flat ground.
The huge power of the explosion turned the originally lush forest into a gray-white desert, like a picture with the color wiped out. Everything in Oakington and half of the forest were frozen at the moment of the explosion.
Turani was lucky enough to "escape" from the massacre of the orcs, survive the explosion in Auchindoun, and was not even affected by the terrible "curse" spread among the draenei.
She is lucky.
But Turani herself didn’t think so. She believed that she should have been Auchindon and one of the victims of Shattrath. She should have faced the unspeakable horror like everyone else who died. scene.
However, she "cowardly" survived alone.
All kinds of negative emotions even made her almost captured by the void and became a prisoner of that terrible power. Fortunately, the prophet stood up and woke her up from that sinking state in time.
Since then, Turani has left the relatively stable shelter and headed to the outpost of Hellfire Peninsula. This time, she will choose to become a warrior and fight on the front line until she pays her life for her people and beliefs.
Turani and some draenei rebuilt the Tahamat Temple located in the northwest of Hellfire Peninsula. However, the originally sacred and pure spring water in the valley next to the temple was contaminated by the blood of an abyss lord.
The powerful evil power of the Abyss Lord attracted demons from all over the Hellfire Peninsula. More and more of them gathered in the valley, posing a great security risk to the Tahamat Temple.
Although the Temple of Tahamat is located above the valley, if the number of demons in the Pond of Agona continues to increase, their scope of activities will sooner or later include the Temple of Tahamat. Once the temple is exposed, then come Those who deal with them are not ordinary demon cannon fodder, but the demons and orcs of the Burning Legion.
Therefore, taking advantage of the opportunity when the attention of the demons and orcs in Hellfire Peninsula was attracted by something, Turani took a group of volunteers and took a desperate risk, preparing to completely purify Agona's body and keep the demons away from here.
However, the operation ultimately failed, and dozens of elite guards and priests perished there because of their miscalculation about the dangers of the Pool of Agona.
Turani also fell into the pool of demonic blood. She felt the demonic blood burning her skin, and the severe pain of evil energy erosion came from her back.
When her consciousness was about to return to chaos, she felt the biting cold - maybe this was a precursor to death...
In the darkness, she felt that her body was falling infinitely. In the dark abyss with no end in sight, she didn't know where she was going to fall.
Until the first ray of light appeared in the darkness, making her feel warm and comfortable again in the cold and dead silence.
It was like the first time she got a response from the Holy Light...
Turani was bathed in the holy light, her mind was relaxed as never before, and the darkness around her began to gradually light up, like the first star lighting up in the night sky.
She subconsciously wanted to get closer to the stars, but found that there seemed to be a transparent wall between herself and them.
Those starlights gradually converged together, from a point, to a stream, and finally to a bright river.
A tear slipped from the corner of Turani's cheek: she saw that it was not the stars, but the souls of her compatriots who had died in countless sufferings and tortures.
Their souls formed a long river, extending infinitely in the darkness with no end in sight.
Turani leaned against the transparent wall, tears falling from the corners of her eyes. Every soul here was once a living being.
In the midst of sadness, a familiar voice sounded in Turani's ears.
"Tulani, what are you doing here? Your path does not lead here."
A tall, pure Draenei soul was on the other side of the transparent barrier, looking down at the sobbing Turani. His voice was like an ethereal wind, blowing into Turani's heart.
"Archbishop... La Rochelle?"
Turani raised her head somewhat numbly, but when she saw the face of the person in front of her, her eyes became more lively.
