"We have found the location of the Overmind Orb. We will soon be able to release your bound mind. Hold on and be as strong as you were when you were a child."
Lelan handed a piece of Draenei pastry to Garona who was curled up in front of her eyes outside the prison car. She encouraged her child as usual, but Garona did not respond.
The difference in the condition of the half-Orcs assassin is visible to the naked eye!
It seemed that the closer she got to Overmind Orb, the more mentally disturbed she became. She huddled in the corner of the prison car holding the Elemental Beads Lantresor had given her before. This thing could help Sword Saint's control of reason in anger allows them to maintain Warrior's most perfect "Lethal Calm" state for a long time, so it is also helpful for mentally controlled individuals like Garona.
But unfortunately, only one Elemental Beads can keep Garona from losing control. It is not that simple to get rid of the ghost words implanted in Gul'dan's mind.
"Don't come near me!"
When Lelan wanted to wipe the sweat from Garona's forehead, a suppressed hoarse voice also sounded, and Lelan's hand was pushed away with the waving of his fingers.
Half Orcs's movements were rough, but he obviously suppressed some kind of destructive desire surging in his body.
She is trying hard not to hurt Lelan.
This situation makes Arcane Mage extremely distressed. She has already had feelings for Garona since she was a child. Seeing her child in such pain, in addition to hating Gul'dan and Shadow Council in her heart, she also wishes she could replace them with her own body.
"Holy Light, why do you want such a painful fate to befall my child?"
Lelan grabbed the handkerchief in his hand and couldn't help but say something.
She knew it was not Holy Light's fault.
Orcs Without the tradition of Holy Light's faith, it is difficult for Primal Light's grace to shine on them. And to say the least, even if Holy Light cherishes all life, He cannot send down the light Thunder to kill all the bad guys every time something bad happens.
At least in the power system of the Azeroth universe, the Force does not operate in such a crude and humane way.
"Holy Light will be secretly sad if he hears your complaints. After all, He has tried his best to send His followers to rescue this child from the claws of darkness before Garona's fate falls into a darker and more desperate situation."
Diakum's voice sounded behind Lelan, and Saint's warm hands were placed on Arcane Mage's shoulders. He said softly:
"Go, take a rest, let me talk to this child. She needs help in her current situation, but your understanding of Arcane Path cannot resist the evil spell of Gul'dan, so you can't help her."
"So, you also think I'm useless, right? Uncle."
Lelan looked at Vigilant and she said softly:
"I keep saying that I want to find a way for Orcs and Draenei to coexist peacefully, but what I have done in the two hundred years I have spent is not as good as what you have done in one month. Compared with you, I am just like a coward who can only talk big words. I think I am strong but I can't even protect my own children."
These words of self-blame and weakness made Dick shake his head and said:
"But without your two hundred years of travel and accumulation, it would not be so easy for me to gain the goodwill of Ms. Matron Geyah and Ms. Draka. It is precisely because they have been in contact with you that they concluded that Draenei is not a warlike race.
Without this premise, no matter how hard I try, it will be difficult for me to cooperate with them to solve the dilemma of Oshu'gun so smoothly.
All the greatness you see is not attributed to an individual, child, it is the result of many people working together and ultimately shaping it. History is not all written by heroes. People like you who silently Consecration are also one of them.
As for Garona."
Dick Looking at the painful figure huddled in the prison van in front of him, he paused and said:
"Fate will always impose various hardships on those individuals who are destined to bear heavy responsibilities. This is to ensure that capable people will waste their talents freely.
Your child is an individual valued by fate, Lelan. Everything she endures now will form the foundation for a transcendent life in the future. Although we cannot praise simple suffering, I always believe that without these pains, it will be difficult to create a transcendent personality.
Of course, I am not educating you as an elder.
I just want to tell you, don't carry responsibilities that are not yours and mistakes of others on your shoulders. Doing this proves that you are a kind person, but kind people should not suffer mental torture and torture because of this. Kind people should be treated well by the world.
It was Gul'dan who caused this misery!
What we have to do is make that bad guy pay with his blood for all these tragedies."
"You are really a great Priest."
Lelan sighed and said:
"You can see through my inner struggles in a few words, but I always think that if I could protect Garona when danger comes that day, maybe she won't suffer such pain.
This is a lesson, uncle, and I have been tempered by the lesson.
You are right, my Arcane is still unable to resist the evil spells of Warlock. I must study Arcane Path more seriously so that the tragedy of Garona will not happen to others. But when we fight Mok'gol Town, how should we place Garona?
We can't leave her here alone."
"I will take care of this. Go and rest. We are about to set off. The target you have to face this time is very dangerous. You must be fully prepared."
Dick persuaded Lelan to leave. He stood outside the prison car and shook his thick tail. Amidst the clanging sound of the swaying golden tail sleeve, Vigilant stared at the huddled Garona and said:
"What does Gul'dan want you to do now?"
"Kill you!"
Garona lowered his head and said in a dumb voice:
"His voice was rolling in my mind, and he told me to seize every opportunity to harm you, using poison, daggers, and claws, just like what he asked me to do in the past days and nights. He already knows my location, and he also knows you through my perspective.
Especially your location, Saint.
I told my mother before not to look for the Overmind Orb, but Gul'dan turned it into a trap.
The more you don't give up on me, the scourge, the closer you will be to the trap. Mother can't do anything. I remember her as such a kind person. I traveled with her in the Gorgrond wilderness, and even if Hyena Lizardmen blocked the way, she would not take the initiative to harm them.
She is the most perfect kind person.
But you can!
You are an iron-blooded commander.
You know very well that the risk of rescuing me is far greater than my gain here Execute. Please take action and free me from this dark fate. I don't want to implicate anyone anymore, and I don't want to go back to the darkness and take other people's lives at will for my own survival.
This is not what my mother taught me, but Gul'dan insisted on turning me into that!
He appreciated my pain and took pleasure in it."
Facing Garona's request, Diakum had no expression on his face and said:
"I once vowed to fight against fate, and I have always done so. But in front of me is a soul trapped in a dark fate struggling, and you are asking me to give up this rescue. You are asking me to give up my morality and vows.
Son, what I'm about to do doesn't even have anything to do with you, "The Savior"!
This is my battle with fate.
You are just a link in my fight with it, so when faced with your request to commit suicide by the hands of others, I can only tell you that I refuse!"
"."
Garona fell silent.
After a few seconds, the painful half-Orcs raised her head and looked at Dick. Those big Draenei eyes were full of vigilance and resistance. She looked at Diakum, as if she wanted to find even a trace of insincerity in this tall Saint's face.
But no.
Diakum's expression was calm, and there was no burden or pressure in his eyes. He faced Garona's scrutiny calmly, which made the assassin shaped in the darkness grit his teeth.
She said:
"But are you really as holy and noble as you say? Do you really treat every soul equally? Isn't it because in your mouth I am an individual "valued by fate" that it is worthy of your going to war?"
From my mother's teachings, I know that Draenei has a tradition of "prophet", and those special individuals among you can see through destiny.
Isn't it because you saw that I would do terrible or glorious things in the future, so you looked at me differently?
It's like Gul'dan originally wanted to kill me just like he killed Orcs who killed Bladefist Clan, but because of my several escapes, he realized my "talent", so he spent so much energy to mold me into what I am today.
He is using me.
But isn't it the same for you?
If you want to change my destiny, don't you just want me, this forged dagger, to stand by Draenei in the future and fight for your benefit against the destiny that wants to harm you.
Am I right? Hypocritical Saint!"
"I really can't believe that I, who wanted to save you, would have this image in your eyes. It seems that Gul'dan has really taught you well and made you possess the best qualities of an assassin and a killer.
Doubts and doubts.
Use your keen perception to detect the true face behind the mask of everyone you meet, find their weaknesses and exploit them, making them your own weapons.
I've heard that the best assassins never hesitated to use only their own daggers.
They can turn everything in the world into a sharp blade to assassinate their opponents, and language is one of them."
Facing Garona's verbal attack, Dick smiled, put his hands behind his back, and said:
"But you're wrong!
You are indeed very talented, Garona. Of all the lives I have seen, only the former Talgas commander can compete with you in the realm favored by the shadow. You are a natural assassin, which means that as long as you are placed in the right situation, you can easily Overmind win or lose a war, the survival of a country, or even the direction of the world.
Of course I can't let such a talent be possessed and used by a bastard like Gul'dan.
But that's not what drove my decision."
He looked at Garona and saw the wounds the child had torn on his arms due to the pain of fighting the dark temptation in his heart.
There are many such wounds, some of which have turned into scars.
This proves that even during the period when she was under the control of Shadow Council, Garona was not always obedient. She had been trying to resist the control from Overmind Orb, and she wanted to use pain to keep herself awake.
The unique concept of using pain to fight despair may come from the teachings of a certain "Senior Orcs Assassin".
Dick stretched out his hand, wrapped the healed Holy Light and reached into the prison car. However, before he came into contact with Garona, he was grabbed by the latter with both hands and used his only remaining weapon to bite Diakum's wrist with his teeth.
It was not a coquettish biting, but a real desperate attack, using Orcs's fangs to tear Dick's arm artery to complete the assassination.
But it's no use.
The absolute strength gap between the two is a bit big.
The "perfect endurance" and super defense gifted by Naaru's Legacy made Garona try his best but could not even break through the defense. He bit the skin and before the blood dripped, the wound healed with the beating of Holy Light.
Now Diakum is Light Archon!
If he can't even heal this minor injury, this legend Priest will be in vain.
When Garona attacked him, it also triggered Light Archon's talent effect, causing a circle of gentle Holy Halo to emanate from her arm, shrouding Garona in it like a halo. The healing Holy Light gently filled her body, healing those wounds and dispelling the coldness surrounding her body.
Garona felt warm, as if he had walked alone in the cold dark night for a long time and saw a bonfire in front of him when he was tired and hungry.
She knew that a good assassin couldn't let such warmth disturb her mind, but her exhausted spirit couldn't resist the temptation of the light. She finally let go of Diakum's wrist and let Saint's hand gently place on her forehead.
Psychic Prayer and Holy Word: Fortitude were applied to Garona's body, strengthening her body and spirit at the same time, making the dark and overwhelming sounds in her mind go away in an instant. The subsequent application of Dispel Magic also wiped away Garona's weakness.
In Dick's soft chanting, in less than half a minute, the half-Orcs assassin felt himself restored from weakness to full mobility with the blessing of a series of divine spells.
Her spirits improved a lot, and she even felt hungry. Regardless of her dignity, she picked up the Draenei pastry that Lelan had placed beside her before and ate it. Seeing that she was eating too fast, Dick also took out the Talbuk yogurt and Clefthoof meat jerky that she carried with her from her luggage and handed them to her.
As a result, Garona ate food for three people in one go before stopping.
She wiped her mouth, looked at Diakum's surprised gaze, and immediately explained with some shame:
"It's because this body was forcibly ripened by Gul'dan using evil magic. However, this evil magic only accelerated my growth and could not replenish the energy needed for the rapid growth of my body, so my appetite was much larger.
At least that's what those Warlock explained!"
"No need to explain, being able to eat is also a skill. Especially for the thrilling battles that outstanding assassins will encounter, replenishing physical strength in time is the right choice."
Diakum waved his hand and said:
"Your skills are worthy of this appetite, but I'm curious, was it Chieftain Kargath of the Shattered Hand Clan who trained you?"
"I was 'self-taught' in that sadistic arena."
Garona stroked her arms and whispered:
"You don't naively think that Gul'dan's so-called "training" is to find me some serious teachers like you taught those Orcss, right? He threw me and other assassins into Kargath's death arena and gave us a month to fight against various opponents and each other. In the end, I was the only one who survived.
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By the time I left the arena with wounds all over my body, I was already a qualified assassin.
There are many similar experiences.
I was forced to abandon my cowardice and hope in the despair day after day. I could only let the darkness wrap my spirit and pray to the things that existed in the darkness. Those voices helped me survive.
But as I escaped death again and again, I fell deeper and deeper into the mental manipulation brought about by Overmind Orb, unable to extricate myself.
That thing was not only a container to lock up the spirit, Gul'dan also used it to impart dark and evil knowledge to me.
How to hide in the shadows, how to complete an assassination, how to make toxins, how to disguise yourself. Only by accepting this knowledge day and night can I become what I am now in a very short period of time, but Gul'dan is just Warlock!
He obviously shouldn't understand this, maybe his voice is not the only one in Overmind Orb."
"Gul'dan serves a more evil force. To those destroyers across the planet sea, the leaders of Progenitor Warlock and Shadow Council of Orcs are just insignificant and pathetic little pawns."
Dick listened carefully to Garona's description of Overmind Orb, and he said:
"Burning Legion has countless assassins from countless servant armies. The power and skills they master are beyond your imagination. Rather than Gul'dan training you, it is better to say that the demon of the Burning Legion used Gul'dan's Hand to shape you into the deadliest blade of Draenor.
This is their code of conduct.
Just like the two daggers Gul'dan prepared for you, you can also hear some sounds from them, right?"
"Well! Those two daggers have their own consciousness! They are alive!"
Garona said with a hint of vigilance and fear:
"Every time I use them I feel like I'm not wielding them, but they are driving me!
The poison on those two daggers does not need to be tempered, the blades will always be filled with deadly poison, and the blades will be transformed into different forms according to my needs. Gul'dan said that Great Chieftain Blackhand personally made the weapons for me in order to reward my merits.
But I know it's not!
Those are not weapons that the Orcs blacksmith can make. Blackhand can at best temper the framework for them! The power inside the weapon comes from a darker place, and it is just the power lent to Gul'dan!"
"Yes, from Azeroth, a legendary world."
Diakum took out Garona's two daggers from his luggage.
This set of weapons is very similar to the "Kingslayer" double blades in his memory, but due to changes in fate, the source of power of this weapon has changed. Their handles are entirely made of living wood, with the weird Life Force filling them.
Garona said that these two daggers can automatically generate toxins, which is also one of the characteristics of powerful life power.
When he touched the two daggers, the item description was also generated in front of his eyes:
[Weapon name: Pain and Sorrow · Death Plague Kingslayer
Weapon quality: Artifact [Shadow/Poison]
Weapon characteristics: Adapt to shape transformation·Death plague source·Devouring growth·Wild strengthening
Weapon special effects: non-[assassin/Stealth er/killer] path, cannot be viewed
Caster: The Polluter Cenarius/Great Chieftain Blackhand
Ownership: Garona[temporarily bound]
Weapon Description:
[Bullshit! A good Shadow Blade has to add weird and messy things randomly. This seriously damages the height that this pair of double blades can reach in the world of killers.
Assassins should be more pure!
Poisoning a weapon is something only a coward would do. Choosing to kill all the witnesses like I did back then is the perfect way to infiltrate.
But what to say?
The handle made of World Tree living wood derived from Azeroth gives this thing a very special natural appearance, which greatly enhances the holder's Stealth concealment. It's an unexpected surprise, especially after you interfered with fate and changed Red Throat's Fang from an assassin's artifact to a hunter's artifact. The poison from Polluter made this weapon fill the gap in the way of poison.
But I still want to severely insult Corrupted Cenarius, a half-assed Druid who knows nothing about assassins!]
"These two sharp blades have the deadly plague poison given by Polluter. I guess you were merciful when you used them to assassinate Old Whiteclaw, otherwise the old Orcs would never have been able to survive when I called Holy Light to save him."
Diakum placed the two daggers beside the cage. As Garona watched in surprise, he said:
"When we leave, I will release you and leave these weapons with you."
"Are you crazy?"
Garona exclaimed:
"I can't even control myself! Once I get these weapons, I will be coerced to attack you! You may not care, but others cannot withstand my assassination.
Just one puncture in the skin and they're dead!"
"The One reason for that ending is that you succumbed to Gul'dan's dark temptation again."
Dick looked at her and said seriously:
"Remember what I told Lelan before?
If we want to save your soul, you need to be determined to return from the shelter of darkness to the world of light. Gul'dan has shaped you into what you are today, but you still have the opportunity to choose.
That's a decision that must be made by yourself.
Do you want to continue to stay in the darkness? Or are you determined to return to the sunshine where your mother is?
This is not just our battle, Garona, while we destroy that Overmind Orb, you also need to have an upright contest on the battlefield of your own will with Gul'dan, who has been controlling you.
That Warlock underestimated your determination to protect your loved ones, and he will suffer a failure because of this.
As for what you are going to do with these daggers given by darkness when you return to the world of light, that is not something I can interfere with.
Holy Light did not teach me to decide the fate of others at will. I will only rescue you from the shackles. This is your life, and you have to decide how to go on and where to go.
Of course, I will tell you in advance.
If you regretfully succumb to the temptation of darkness and become Gul'dan's accomplice in harming good people, then your compatriot Lantressor Fireblade will give you relief on our behalf."
"I'm honored to do that."
In the faint sound of wind, Fireblade Blademasters emerged from Windwalk.
He stared at Garona and said in a deep voice:
"Becoming "Havorosen" is already the most tragic fate of being born in the world of Draenor. I cannot allow my compatriots to continue to degenerate into monsters! If you cannot save yourself, then I will give you the execution you desire.
Nagrand is the hunting ground of the Burning Blade Clan, Garona, don't let yourself become the prey!"
Faced with this warning, Garona gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and nodded to Diakum and Lantresor.
When Saint turned to leave, Garona suddenly asked:
"You haven't answered my question yet. When I just accused you of using me like Gul'dan, you haven't answered me yet. Why are you willing to do this for me, a person who has nothing to do with you?"
"I don't want to let my girl down. I promised my battle brother Malderan that I would protect his children like a father. That is also my oath."
Dick waved his hands without looking back. After taking a step, he said:
"What's more, I didn't see a dagger sharp enough to change my fate. I only saw a twelve-year-old child covered in scars, helplessly and staggering forward in the darkness.
Who can remain indifferent to this?
Every kind person will lend a helping hand to you.
The reason is not as complicated as you think.
Like I said, this is just a way to help.
Holy Light will be happy to see me doing good deeds in His name, and I will be satisfied and even receive a reward from Holy Light because of this help."
After saying that, Dick strode away, leaving only Lantresor and Garona beside the prison car. They were silent until more than ten seconds later, Garona looked at her compatriots and asked in a low voice:
"Do you believe what he said? It sounds a bit high-sounding."
"I believe it."
Fireblade Blademasters closed his eyes and felt the movement around him.
He whispered:
"He is a Warrior with faith. Such a person disdains to use words to advocate himself, and I think that the "Holy Light" he believes in and the Holy Light that other Draenei talk about should not be the same thing.
You are blessed, Garona.
The blessing of such an elder is enough to save you from the sad fate of Havorosen.
Of course, the premise is that you can escape from my sword."
Lantresor took a step back and disappeared into the shadow brought by Windwalk. At the moment when he disappeared, he stared at Garona and said:
"Kid, win the battle you have to fight! Don't ever give me a chance to draw my sword."