Archbishop Lalohir died in the battle of Shattrath.
The archbishop's soul was standing in front of Turani, looking at Turani with the same tough and peaceful eyes as before.
"This is not the place you should come, Turani. The Holy Light tells me that you still have a long way to go."
Larocielle pointed in the opposite direction to where the soul river was spreading. There was a golden light spot there, "Go there, Turani, that is your destination."
"But why, Archbishop——!"
Before Turani finished asking, the archbishop's figure dissipated in front of Turani like gravel in the wind and merged into the river of soul.
Only the Archbishop's last whisper remained in her ears, "Don't forget hope, this is the foundation of our lives..."
hope……
Turani took a breath. Her hope had been extinguished in one hell after another. When despair enveloped her, she could no longer communicate with the Holy Light.
The prophet Velen saved her from falling into boundless darkness, but Turani still doesn't know where her hope lies.
But since the Archbishop's soul is guiding him...
Turani set her sights on the soft golden halo and walked towards it.
Going against the long river of souls, Turani was getting closer and closer to the golden halo. When the golden light reflected on her face, Turani looked behind her with nostalgia at her deceased compatriots, and then reached out to touch them. Hit the halo.
"Snapped!"
As if a bubble was popped, there was a soft sound in Turani's ear, and then, the darkness in front of her suddenly broke open and began to be shrouded in light.
Those phantoms of Delaney's souls gradually disappeared from Turani's field of vision. As the light became stronger and stronger, Turani closed her eyes involuntarily.
When she opened it again, what she saw in front of her was no longer pure light and darkness, but a ceiling made of metal and full of complex patterns and patterns.
Turani held up her hands and sat up from the experimental table. She looked around blankly until a voice sounded behind her.
"you're awake."
"!"
Turani quickly rolled down from the experimental table, holding the still warm experimental table with one hand, and carefully looked at the person in front of her.
"(Draenei) Who are you...wait, this smell of decay, are you a death knight?!"
Turani almost subconsciously gathered the power of the Holy Light in her hands. At the same time, she found that it seemed easier to summon the power of the Holy Light. But facing the threat in front of her, she didn't think much about it.
Thassarian frowned. Although he didn't understand what Turani said, he knew by looking at Turani's look that the other party regarded him as an enemy.
"Go to hell, lackey of the Burning Legion!" Turani's eyes almost sparkled with anger. She summoned the flames of the Holy Light and fell hard on Thassarian's position.
Thassarian's expression was as usual? Or should I say? He was already dead and had no expression at all. He casually used the power of runes to form a barrier and easily blocked Turani's attack.
Facing Turani who was recovering from a serious injury, Thassarian was completely able to deal with it? And? Turani had to shout before attacking. If Thassarian couldn't react, there was no need to become a lich. A warrior under the throne.
After he lightly blocked Turani's holy light, without even pulling out his sword, the chains transformed from dark energy tightly locked Turani's limbs and neck under his control.
Turani's movements were immediately restricted? At the same time, the dark energy of the death knight surged up, restricting her ability to cast spells.
At this time, Turani could only struggle on the spot, but she was not a warrior. She was just a priest of Auchindoun. Without the ability to summon the Holy Light, she could not break free of the chain.
"Be a little quieter—Onyxia? Let's sort this out."
"Don't call me by my name? Death Knight, or I will let you know what the dragon's wrath is."
Onyxia walked in from outside the laboratory with some displeasure and warned Thassarian threateningly, but Thassarian acted as if he hadn't heard and walked to the door of the laboratory on his own and fulfilled his duties. The responsibility of guarding oneself.
"Who are you...? Why did you arrest me!" Turani continued to struggle, trying to break the shackles of the chains, but her movements only made the chains tighter.
She noticed that the guy in front of her seemed to be a "human", and those "expeditionary forces" also had the same race as hers, but as a Soul Binder, she instinctively felt the evil power from Onyxia. .
Onyxia looked at Turani and blinked. She couldn't understand Draenei, but she could guess what Turani was talking about from her expression.
"I don't know whether you are lucky or unlucky to have fallen into the hands of my master... Looking at you like this, you don't even know if you were eaten up and wiped clean."
Onyxia smiled narrowly, stretched out a finger, and lifted Turani's chin, "(orc language) Ah... I have to say, your expression is really endearing."
Turani was startled, and even forgot to resist - she can understand Orcish. In order to avoid conflicts with orcs, most draenei can speak some Orcish, and the Vindicator and Soulbinder can basically understand it. Communicate with orcs without any barriers.
So Turani immediately spoke in orc language.
"Who are you...were you also captured by the orcs?"
Turani's question almost made Onyxia couldn't help laughing, "Orcs...those stinky pigs, I don't have the bad taste like my brother, and I don't need these incompetent guys.
Let me introduce myself, I am Katlana Presto, Countess of Blackrock Mountain, and I am the young Draenei. "
"Blackstone Mountain...is this the territory of the Blackstone Orcs?" Turani was obviously confused. She had never heard of a place in Draenor called "Blackstone Mountain", but the word "Blackstone" reminded her of an orc clan. .
"That's half right, girl, but the current owner of this place is me, not those useless orcs."
Because of the aura and energy exuded by Onyxia, Turani did not have any favorable impression of this charming black dragon. Coupled with his frivolous tone, Delaney, who was used to being serious, was not used to it.
"Don't call me girl, I should be much older than you, human."
Although Turani is a very young member of the Delaney tribe, she also knows that the life span of humans is generally only a hundred years at most, which is pitifully short compared to the long life of the Delaney.
The human in front of her looked to be in his twenties.
"Oh, yes, but, little one, who told you that I am a fragile human being?"
