Panda’s Self-cultivation

　　Valen was almost unable to remember how long he wandered with his people among the realms after leaving Argus.

　　 If it weren't for the Naaru's constant encouragement, I'm afraid I would have given up at this time.

　　 Argus has become his own dreamland—Vylon can’t tell at this time what his hometown means.

　　Sometimes Vinylon also quietly thinks: Are the wanderers destined to have nothing?

　　 In his lifetime, Vinyl felt countless "destinies" and he was called a prophet because of this, but Vinyl knew that all this was only because he was more able to grasp the pulse of fate.

　　 What is the reason for it, and what kind of result may be produced in the end? All Vinylon can do is to lead his people to choose the best result.

　　 Although this best result made him lose his dearest person, it also made all the draenei people their dearest person.

　　 The thousand-year escape journey makes Vinylon become cautious.

　　 When someone proposed to unite himself against the orcs, Velen almost rejected the proposal.

　　 Of course, it was almost rejected.

　　Accepting this proposal, Weilun re-examined whether he had forgotten something because he was used to following in the footsteps of fate.

　　 In the joint meeting, Velen saw the shadow mentioned by fate. The Pandaren named Drunken Wind seems to be the biggest turning point in his destiny.

　　 At this time, Vinyl finally realized that because of his habit of making his own "best" choice, he finally forgot the "own" best choice.

　　 "Not all wanderers have lost themselves."

　　 Originally, Vinyl thought that he had understood this sentence-isn't he just insisting on choosing?

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　　 But when he saw his son die in his arms, Velen collapsed.

　　 Is this the torture of fate on the voyeur? Let yourself face tragedy after tragedy step by step, but powerless?

　　 "No! I don't want to be like this!"

　　 Vinyl tried to persuade himself, but failed. He felt that he had fallen into a vicious circle: if he either followed "destiny" or broke "destiny", both are destined by "destiny", then where should he go?

　　 But someone convinced Velen--Vinucci.

　　 This little broken fellow broke Vinylon's perception of "destiny".

　　 In the scene that Velen saw, the broken ones had completely lost the blessing of the holy light and would seek the help of the elements.

　　 Although Vinyl didn't want to believe who the Holy Light would abandon--but that was the fate, so Vinyl chose to accept it.

　　 When Vinucci ignited himself with the holy light, Velen felt that the hot holy light slapped his face as if it were a heavy slap.

　　 When did I begin to be superstitious about the so-called "destiny", and even naturally suspected the Holy Light? When leaving Argus, didn't he hold the belief that his fate was in his own hands?

　　 In the battle against Kil'jaeden, Velen arranged a magic circle, exhausted his strength, lay on the ground, looking up at the sky of Draenor.

　　 Vinylon began to think about his own trajectory.

　　 It is because of the courage to resist that I have come to today. The prophet allowed him to see the evil of the devil, but his over-reliance on the prophet also restricted his heart. This was not what he wanted-he was lost because of the prophet's foresight!

　　 Finally, when facing the fallen Mulu, Velen didn't choose the arrangement of fate.

　　 He refused Drunk Wind’s retention and walked towards Mulu quietly.

　　 Velen felt that his life was transformed into a holy light, purifying Mulu, the sacred light dispelled the shadows, and expelled the evil, as he ages rapidly, the Mulu in front of him is gradually reborn.

　　 "Are you going to die?"

　　 Just when Velen thought his destiny was over, once again, he heard the call of the Holy Light.

　　 "Child, you are here."

　　——Just like when Velen first met Naaru ten thousand years ago.

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　　A surprise!

　　 Everyone raised their heads and looked at the two narus floating in the air.

　　 Although Drunk Wind could not understand Naaru's language, he could feel familiar with the whispers of one of Naaru.

　　 At this time Kil'jaeden also felt the breath of Velen.

　　 "Naaru? Velen, my most respected brother, you actually abandoned our Ereda's best body and devoted yourself to the lack of light?"

　　 It is hard to describe how Kil'jaeden feels at this moment.

　　 At this moment, the fraudster even feels that he is a complete loser!

Obviously I had exhausted new opportunities and finally blocked my old opponent in Delano; it was obviously that I spent countless years of hard work to perform a performance where father and son were crippled; it was obviously that I dragged them down and let the resistance Ozu corrupted his faith! Shouldn't Vinylon collapse at this moment?

　　 Why did Vinyl become the most admired look in his heart? Why is his mentality still so peaceful?

　　 The fraudster finally tore off his disguise of provoking discord and deceiving people~www.ltnovel.com~ began to rely on sheer power to vent the endless anger in his heart.

　　 Kil'jaeden spared no effort to call out the shadow energy, the sky dimmed, and the shadow enveloped the dark temple in the tremor of the earth.

　　 The violent energy shredded the Holy Light Array, Kil'jaeden twisted his neck, and then began to madly tear the surrounding space.

　　 A series of terrible spatial fissures were produced, and spatial convection was even formed between the fissures, which made Draenor, which was already in spatial turbulence, more unstable.

　　 once again rushed to the missing platform on the third floor of the Dark Temple, and the bodies of the expeditionary coalition forces had been torn apart by the space.

"Kudran, Sylvanas, Onyxia, and Ruhr, go and gather the soldiers and the black dragon, and leave here quickly—and, look at the dwarf!" Lothar cried out, "here It's enough to leave me, Drunken Wind, Ruhr, and Khadgar!"

"It's better for me to stay, Ruhr and take them to Stormhold! If it doesn't work, leave Draenor!" Maraad shook his head and stood behind Lothar, "I can do nothing, I don't want to do it again. ."

　　 To no avail, Ruhr released a king's blessing to Maraad, and then took the draenei soldiers to the storm fortress.

　　 The devil died, the coalition forces withdrew, and the dark temple suddenly became bare. Kil'jaeden is still working hard to destabilize Draenor's space, trying to descend into this world as soon as possible.

"Everyone, attack! Don't let the devil fully enter, otherwise, we are all dead!" Lothar yelled, kicking off the prelude to Draenor's life and death battle~www.ltnovel.com~ Welcome book friends to visit. Read, the latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~www.ltnovel.com~ mobile phone users, please go to read.