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When the orcs besieged Shatas, the sky cried. Since the earth was decorated with rain, dark clouds were rolling above the sky. The drizzle spread to the city and the army outside its walls. Both sides watched and waited, and the rain slowly began to grow heavier, and the pouring rain finally poured down.

"They must have ten thousand people." Marrad said meticulously, standing high above the inner wall, as Akkama looked at him in horror.

Outside the exterior wall, under the glimmer of Tarado, there are many shadows moving. The orcs are not very concerned about tactics. What they are chasing is only the passion of fighting and the timely satisfaction brought by bloodthirst.

Delaney's city of Termo fell and became ruins. The situation of Carapo is still unknown.

The Orcs slowly moved here, making Akkama think that this would be an attack that heralds the failure of the Shatas guardians.

The people in the capital were destined to die tonight. Akama thought so in his heart, and suddenly, he heard Archbishop Maradal yelling something.

"Marsad, Marsad!" The Archbishop called twice, but the garrison did not reply. Marsad's attention was focused on an orc on the hillside not far away. The guy's eyes were red, and Akkama could see clearly even if he was so far away. He was holding a spear in his hand, and there was a Draenei corpse at the top of the hair. Blood flowed down the spear, and dark red flowers bloomed on the orc's head. Marrad looked at him with gritting teeth, and his weapon, Naru's hammer, was crossed by him.

"Mallad!" Maradal roared again, and the garrison came back from his anger. He knelt down and looked up at the Archbishop expectingly, thinking that the other party wanted him to take his soldiers to stop the orcs, but the result disappointed him.

"Take the last group of refugees away!"

Marlad stood up straight. "As for orders, Archbishop."

Akama watched the garrison leave along the walls, and he glanced at the brothers stationed on both sides from time to time. They stood expressionlessly and firmly, just like him.

Outside the city wall, war machines have arrived: stone catapults, siege cars - all siege equipment flashed by under the torch. Their equipment was pushed in a prominent position from the city wall, and the heavy equipment creaked and made an unknown moan.

The drum sounded, at first just a few scattered moments, and then more and more drum sounds followed one after another, slowly increasing into a lasting, thunderous roar. Akama prayed in a low voice, asking the Holy Light to protect Delaney.

Above head, the gloomy clouds moved strongly, making rumbles thunder, and the low thunder corresponded to the crazy drum sounds under the wall.

Immediately afterwards, the huge incendiary bomb flew over quickly with a meteor-like speed and a force that was enough to shatter bones. A deafening roar was left in his ears. The incendiary bomb destroyed the wall next to it, and the flying wall wreckage continued to smash towards Akama. He hurriedly dodged, but was still pressed down by a large section of the upper wall, causing him to fall into a vast dark world.

The orcs outside the wall rushed forward and the sound of footsteps rolled over the city.

The raindrops became denser and the exterior walls were trembling under the attack of siege equipment. Akama knew that Shatas's defense would not last long, just like himself now, he was seriously injured and about to be broken.

He heard several companions wailing death, but he could not see anything in the ruins.

Then he heard a terrible battle cry coming from outside, making him feel a bit cold and terrible.

A shadow rushed past him. Akama struggled to see clearly, but his body was spasming and twisting, unable to move.

This war is about to end.

Delaney vomited a lot of blood and asked the Holy Light for help in despair, begging him to get out of the predicament. He called...

This is the first time he has asked for help from the Holy Light since he was associated with it and blessed by its glory (once merely a simple prayer)

However, no response was received.

With fear, the orc roar overwhelmed all other sounds. Akama's eardrum was torn dangerously, and heavy rain fell, and he fell into a terrifying and quiet dream...

He lay there, thinking of Marrad and the people who fled to find hidden places, he prayed that they could escape the massacre. Akama woke up from the coma of the dark abyss, only to find himself trapped in a suffocating dark space. His breathing was hoarse, trembling and shattering, but he was still alive. He didn't know how long it had passed since the wall collapsed.

He thought about it desperately. It must be because of the noisy battle that he could not concentrate on contacting the Holy Light, but now, now he can contact him, and now he can definitely...

Nothing…no response.

Akama tried again in shock. He no longer wanted to be rescued, nor did he want to relieve the pain in his body. He just wanted the holy light to appear in front of him.

Nothing! Akama never felt so helpless loss and so complete loneliness. If the Holy Light had left him and let him die here, what would his soul become? Will the Holy Light not accept him? Is he destined to be buried underground forever with emptiness?

He lived a dignified and decent life. So far... is this a kind of punishment?

And as he tried to think about the answer, he reached out to touch the cold stone. He slowly realized that he was lying in a very clumsy position, and his left leg was almost broken.

He rolled to his right, then took a deep breath, trying to ignore the pain coming from his ribs and legs. He could not heal himself because he could not get the help of the Holy Light, so he could only endure the pain. But at least, his left half was conscious again. And... he could hear the dull sound he made when he moved, and it seemed that his hearing had recovered.

After that, his eyes gradually adapted to the environment here. Akama cheered up and looked for ways to escape.

It was a long process. Even now, Akama didn't know how he climbed out alive. He couldn't remember what he touched, caught, and used in the ruins. The only thing he remembered was everything he saw after he came out - memories that he would never forget.

The entire slum, surrounded by the moonlight above and the firelight around it, has become a garbage dump where the bodies of the Draenei people are piled up. The mountains of corpses are shiny and smooth by thick blood.

When Akama's eyes touched the children in the pile of corpses, his heart seemed to be haggard. When he was buried in the ruins, a part of his heart could not help but hope, and prayed with all his strength, hoping that the remaining children could be protected. Although he understood it was a stupid hope, he still stuck to this idea.

The tyranny swept through Akama. The tyranny and frustration, and the irresistible desire for revenge.

At this moment, no one can do anything.

He summoned the Holy Light again in despair. If it had its help, he might have done something, but again, the only thing that responded to him was silence...

The holy light was dead in his heart!

The shaking fire in the dungeon allowed Akama to see herself clearly in the water. Her distorted face still retained some of the characteristics of the Draenei, but Akama no longer called him Draenei, and he was no longer a believer of the Holy Light. For some reason, looking at her current appearance, Akama could feel at ease.

"How are you thinking, Akama?"

In the prison cage opposite him, a cold and cold female voice came. The leader of the gray-tongued swearing death remembered that the reason why the betrayer sent him here was because of the woman in the cage. However, like many times in the past, he did not do any centralized recruitment. Akama stood up because he heard someone coming. Every day at this time, Illidan would send a terrifying demon king to check the host.

"Akama, is there anything unusual?" said the fearful demon king, his eyes full of contempt. Among Illidan's troops, the weakest number of Brokens and the lowest status.

But at this moment, Akama was laughing in her heart. His face could not make a smile, which helped him hide this very well. He replied as ever: "Everything is normal, sir, everything is normal."
Chapter completed!