Zella thought she must be crazy.

After hearing Blake's nonsense, she actually chose to believe this guy's nonsense immediately.

Although the pirates showed extremely crazy and evil traits, the Mother of Light actually felt Black's twisted and crazy love at that moment.

Even if there was only that moment of gentleness, he quickly changed back to the chaotic posture he was known for, but based on Zela's understanding of the world, even a true madman should still have such a beautiful thing as love in his heart, right?

"It's amazing that there is love in your heart, which is full of darkness and deceit and flows like an abyss."

The body of the Mother of Holy Light rotated slowly, she withdrew her scorching holy light, and said in a baby voice that was very awkward but to be honest, it was quite pleasant:

"When you open your heart, it makes me feel that you are no different from other people from Azeroth. The lives in your world always have such delicate and exposed emotions.

Mograine is like this, Yinlidan Stormrage is like this, and so are you."

"Well, I didn't open my heart."

The pirate retorted with his pipe in his mouth:

"Based on my current position on the 'Worldly Evil Ranking', once I really 'open my heart,' even you, who is so holy, will be polluted into filth.

So I think that while you spared my dog's life, you should also thank me for sparing your dog's life, my dear Zella.

So now that we have talked about it, it shouldn’t be too presumptuous for me to ask you to take the elite of the Holy Light Legion to assist the Titan Guardians in saving the Titan Soul, right?"

"This is a matter of justice. It is very important to the cause of the entire stars against the Burning Legion. I will go to Sanctuary immediately."

Zella did not hesitate, she rotated her body and answered:

"The power of the Holy Light alone cannot match the destructive power of Sargeras. Only the Titans can fight against the Titans. This is the rule under this material star.

If we can awaken the ultimate creations on the side of order with our sacrifice and dedication, then I am willing to help you.

I will leave immediately.

But Black, with the Defiler and its legions brought, your battle in Krokuon will definitely be very difficult. Without the help of the Zenidal, I'm afraid"

"Just let Zilali stay with the Blades of Holy Light."

Blake snapped his fingers, and amid the flying smoke rings, he said confidently:

"We can't even defend the landing zone. Besides, isn't there me, an evil Terminator creature, sitting here? I didn't come to Krokuun to get a shameful defeat.

Then, shall we set off now?”

"Um."

Zella nodded, and in the shining light, she took out a very strange-shaped crystal staff and suspended it in front of Blake's eyes, and said:

"This sacred staff was discovered by the Holy Light Legion in the Temple of Light of the Void. The demons were unable to take it away when they evacuated. It has very powerful purifying power. I think you should use it in your battle.

."

"Well, Ture Naaru Beacon! A weapon that Velen once used when he was a consul, the ultimate holy object of the Draini people. I think he will be very happy when I return it to the old prophet.

of."

The pirate stretched out his hand and held the staff in his hand, which was glowing with restrained and humble pure holy light. He knew the story of the staff and accurately named it.

The shape of this thing is also very unique.

The head of the staff is completely carved into the shape of a blue holy light Naaru, and the crystal carving is lifelike. When the pirate holds it, the Naaru crystal on the head of the staff is still shining and shaking, it is like a Naaru reborn.

.

"I feel the breath of my ancient and powerful brother Ture from this staff."

Zeira said to the pirate in a sad and proud tone:

"In the distant times, I learned from the light flowing from the stars that my loving brother died together with the terrible void evil to protect a world called Karesh.

Its remains fell into the hands of the Eredar under the guidance of the Holy Light and were put to good use by them.

It was actually at that time that I heard the story of Hollow and Argus for the first time.

The civilization saved by my brother is still floating among the stars, and the Eredar people blessed by him have suffered a terrible fall, but this does not affect their continued praise of Ture's kindness.

I have always regarded Touré's dedication to order as my role model. This staff is the ultimate embodiment of Touré's will to save. It is precisely because of its existence that the small world called Chagall under our feet is

This temple survived the collapse, and was recovered by us thousands of years after it fell into the hands of demons.

These are all gifts of fate."

The Mother of Holy Light paused, and she told the pirates:

"I have purified it from the devil's pollution, and its power of holy light has been restored to its original state. Blake, please find a qualified owner for it for me.

This is my private request.

Also, if I'm unlucky

I hope you can use your own hands to make my remains into a sacred object like the Toure Beacon.

I took the wrong path in the past, and I hope that even after my will dies, I can continue to dedicate my power to these stars as a carrier of holy light."

"Ah, what a touching spirit of sacrifice."

Blake pretended to rub his eyes and said hypocritically:

"If every Naaru had your level of devotion, I think we would have eliminated the demon army long ago. I will help, Zella, my dear friend, I promise that if you encounter misfortune, I will be your

The coroner.

You will definitely get that glorious opportunity.

I promise!"

This was the end of the conversation between the two. All that needed to be said had been said, and the Temple of Light of the Void had been cleared.

Zella left some Holy Light craftsmen here to transform the only remaining ruins of the world of Shagall as a temporary home port for the Holy Light Legion. She took the remaining people and Blake back to the Zenidar as quickly as possible.

Send them back to Krokuun.

Although less than five days have passed since Blake left for Mac'Aree, the battlefield situation in Krokuun has already undergone tremendous changes.

The Zenidar originally planned to land at the Kroku Camp, but the navigator found that the place was deserted. Except for some Kroku Breakers and the wounded who were recuperating here, everyone else had left here.

Looking down at the large amount of supplies piled up in the rift valley from a high altitude, we can tell that this place has been used as a logistics base by the current commander Jarod Shadowsong, and his headquarters must have been moved closer to the battlefield.

The Holy Light flagship continued to move forward, and finally discovered Jarod's command headquarters at the location of the previous Annihlan molten pool.

When it landed, it caught up with a mixed formation pulling off the front line. When the pirates walked out of the gangway, they saw two tauren warriors carrying a large stretcher, carrying seven or eight wounded humans and orcs to the rear.

Almost all the soldiers in the frontline headquarters were injured. Although they were miserable, their morale was very high.

There are also some warriors who are no longer able to fight and are unwilling to rest in the rear. While they are receiving treatment from the Moon Priest, they are shouting that they will continue to fight against the devil cubs.

There were also some dwarves gathering around, drinking wine, and bragging that they had killed several demons and the like today.

From time to time, reconnaissance formations composed of griffin knights and hippogryph knights come and go in the sky, while spellcasters from all races continue to pass reports from commanders everywhere to the base camp.

Everyone has their own thing to do, and everyone knows what they want to do. There are no military police or other characters to supervise them. Even the Shado-Pan monks who guest-cooked were using the spoons as fast as they could.

Chaotic, lively and orderly.

This scene made Blake and Mograine beside him nod at the same time. Being able to maintain morale at such a high level shows that Jarod's commanding art is indeed far beyond that of ordinary commanders.

When the pirates and the Archbishop walked into the command post transformed from the Demon Fortress, they immediately saw Jarod standing in front of the big map giving orders to several scribes.

At this moment, Jarod was completely different from the playful smile he had when he was talking to Black before. He had a serious look on his face. He was wearing a battle armor and an Elven double-edged sword. The battle helmet was placed on the table, and he was obviously ready to fight at any time.

He looked at the map and thought about the current battle situation. From time to time, he would give an instruction, which would be recorded by several scribes of different races and given to the mages to pass on to the front line.

The most peculiar thing is that there is a very weird guy among Jarod's scribes.

"Hey, the majestic princess of the Zandalari Golden Dynasty actually condescended to serve as an adjutant to a forest elf. Judging from the deep hatred between you trolls and elves, your behavior is completely treason, my dear Tallan.

Princess Ji."

Blake took out the dwarf camera and whistled jokingly:

"I'm going to take a photo of you showing respect to the elves. What kind of impact will it have on your people after I spread this photo in Dazar'alor?

Do you still want to inherit the throne?

Dream on, your people will not accept a queen who surrenders to the elves."

"No, Lord Black."

The proud Princess Talanji pushed her princess crown, hummed again and picked up the pen and paper again. She said to Blake:

"My priests explained to the people in Dazar'alor the necessity and sacredness of this war, and the Dark Prophet Zul has issued a call for holy war to the loyal and brave men throughout the kingdom.

If you send me back to my country in my current state, my people will only see that their future queen is willing to put down her personal dignity for the safety of the world.

They will feel my wisdom and my humility, which does not detract from the greatness of the Golden Royal Family.

Besides, Lord Jarod once defeated the Burning Legion. Although he is an elf, his great achievements are enough for my people to regard him as an 'honorary troll commander'.

As for the hatred between elves and trolls, that is even more nonsense."

Princess Talanji vowed:

"In the eyes of us Zandalar trolls, no matter what elves are, they are just a branch of the dark trolls. They are all descendants of the trolls in terms of law and blood.
To be continued...