"Hold on! Yura, I'm here to save you!"
While Diakum was talking to the prophet, Archbishop Neri was driving his spiritual dragon "Gleam" to continuously patrol the airspace where Yura lost contact. She felt that her heartbeat was very fast, even more intense than the night she and Diakum first fooled around.
This gave the Archbishop a very ominous premonition.
Even though she complained about Yura's unreliability all day long, when the day came that she might lose Yura, the Archbishop was unwilling to accept this situation no matter what.
In twenty-five thousand years of running away, Neri has lost too many comrades. Although Yura is a gossip, and although Yura always likes to spread his own gossip, Although Yura always covets his position as the commander of the ranger class, although Yura always says behind his back that he is a menopausal old woman, although Yura
Well, I can't say any more, otherwise Neri really has enough reasons to convince himself to give up Yura.
But, don't be like that!
She didn't want to lose her comrade who she regarded as the "troublemaker sister" at this time, and she didn't want to tell Malas about his girlfriend's death in the future.
As Yura's former commander, Neri knows very well that there is true love between these two guys.
She has experienced the loss of Diakum for twenty-five thousand years, and she does not want her people to experience the unspeakable loneliness that almost drives people crazy.
As Nightfall descended, Neri soon discovered that a ridge in the mountains was burning in the distance, and she hurried over.
When we arrived at the mountain forest, the woodland covered with Withered Wood was almost burned out.
Neri keenly discovered that there were many corpses of Orcs in the flames, and the downed Two-Headed Wyvern was burning in the flames. This raised hope in her heart, and asked the spirit dragon to risk crossing the high-temperature airspace to search for traces of Yura.
The legendary hunter has his own magic, especially at the level of tracking, which has almost become an instinct.
Soon, Neri found clues. She let the spirit dragon take off and attack a waterway below the ridge, and found Yura's broken shotgun near a hidden cave.
The Archbishop breathed a sigh of relief.
Being able to get here means that Yura is still alive. She jumped off the spiritual dragon and ordered Gleam to patrol in the air. She entered the mimicry and walked forward quietly with a shotgun.
This technique is not the same as the assassin's Stealth. The rangers' concealment is not given by the shadow, but by the gift of nature, like a chameleon, to achieve light distortion. In the eyes of ordinary people, there is no difference between the two techniques, but in the eyes of experts, this simple light distortion is much weaker than the assassin's aura concealment.
Neri had just entered the cave when a rotating hunting tomahawk whizzed towards her. She rolled and nimbly dodged it, then she knelt down and fired two consecutive shots into the darkness in front of her.
There was also a flare mixed in it.
When the light fell and dispelled the darkness, Neri saw a group of extremely strong Orcs killing him. In the temporary camp behind them, Yura's spiritual dragon "Supersonic" was lying there not knowing whether it was alive or dead.
"Stop!"
The archbishop immediately realized the truth.
She took the initiative to put away the shotgun and shouted to the strong hunters with Orcish:
"The ones you saved are my sisters!"
"Huh?"
Mok'Nathal Orcs, who had already raised his halberd, glanced suspiciously at the powerful Draenei hunter. He hesitated, put away his weapon and moved out of the way.
Neri quickly stepped forward and saw the Orcs who had just thrown the tomahawk in the cave camp.
The latter is definitely a terrifying hunter. Neri can feel that he has been locked by him, and the black Dire Wolf behind him is also growling at Neri.
"What is that thing behind you?"
Rexxar stared at the legendary hunter in front of him, and he said in a low Orcish:
"Halasa sensed its kind, but I didn't see any beast following it."
"Let's talk later."
Neri stepped forward to open the temporary tent that had been arranged, but the next second he saw Ms. Draka walking out of it with a look of helplessness.
The two met face to face. Orcs heroine raised her eyebrows, looked at Neri's eyes and long hair style, and said:
"Are you. Archbishop Nali?"
"You know me?"
The archbishop looked at Draka. As the commander of Draenei hunters, she obviously knew Draka, the heroine, and asked:
"Why didn't I know that I had the honor to be known by the Orcs heroine "Frostwolf Clan Mistress"?"
"I saw your magic image in Holy Light Scripture that Diakum the Saint carried with him. He used the crystal that recorded your appearance as a bookmark."
Draka stepped aside, revealing the miserable patient in the tent, and said:
"You came to find her, right? This warrior slaughtered at least forty Dragonmaw Clan Felblood Orcs and five demonized Two-Headed Wyvern alone in the fire, including High Overseer Tangoroth Shattersky of the Dragonmaw Clan.
If Rexxar hadn't accidentally heard the screams of her spirit dragon companions, we wouldn't have been able to save her in time.
But as you can see, your warrior subordinate was also seriously injured after this glorious killing of one enemy against many. Her whole body was highly burned and punctured by sharp blades.
We didn't bring Shaman, so we could only treat her with the potion given by Lelan.
The good news is that her condition has stabilized, you can see for yourself."
The heroine shook her head.
As an orthodox Orcs, she obviously admires Yura's bravery.
"Holy Light, Yura, look what your Recklessness has done to yourself!"
Yura's tragic situation made Neri cry on the spot.
However, the Archbishop had the final say. She checked the Yura that was almost burned into "African Draenei", but she breathed a sigh of relief after the check.
The injury is indeed serious, but T'uurem has Great Prophet and his own Saint mistress. In Diakum's words, as long as he doesn't die on the spot, as Light Archon, he can save her. Come on, the most important thing is that although Velen's hero profession is most likely to be the very awesome "Oracle", Velen is much more proficient in healing than Diakum who can "change black and white" anywhere.
She stood up and said to Orcs around her:
"I must take her back to T'uurem immediately, and she must receive treatment immediately. But you are marching in this direction, are you going to Talador?"
"Yes, Old Whiteclaw and I convinced Mok'Nathal Clan to join K'ure Alliance. The stubborn Leoroxx was not willing to directly participate in the war between Draenei and Orcs, so he chose to take his tribe and follow Old Whiteclaw to Frostfire Ridge."
Draka explained:
"They will try to recapture Thunder Pass there, and cooperate with my tribe inside and outside to attack Thunderlord Clan, while Rexxar and I will take the Mok'Nathal young people who are willing to follow him to Talador to support Shattrath City.
We know that War Horde has launched an attack on you. Old Whiteclaw and I both believe that now is the time to fulfill K'ure's alliance.
No matter how small the reinforcements are, Draenei can still see Orcs's sincerity."
"Thank you."
The situation is urgent, and Neri cannot express any more words of gratitude.
She picked up the seriously injured Yura and said to Draka and the silent Rexxar:
"You can't take the risk of entering Talador from the front. The air cavalry of the Dragonmaw Clan is blocking the airspace there. Go to the more remote Oruuna Coastline! There is our outpost over there. Remember to send someone to send the insignia document of the K'ure Alliance in advance."
"But if there is a blockade, you alone will not be able to escort this warrior back to your territory in time."
Rexxar bit the dried meat and said in a low tone:
"I will escort you there. My people are led by Ms. Draka. I feel reassured. The bravery and glory of this warrior are worth taking another risk for her."
"But I don't have a vehicle that can carry you. Your body is too strong."
Neri thanked the other party for her kindness. With such a powerful hunter as her escort, she would indeed be able to save Yura faster. Facing her regret, Rexxar gave a stiff smile, and the young people Mok'Nathal next to her also let out strange laughter.
The tall half-Orcs sent Neri and Yura out of the cave, and then whistled.
A moment later, under the surprised gaze of Neri, a huge Two-Headed Wyvern flapped its wings and flew around the air several times, and finally landed next to Rexxar. But more importantly, this Two-Headed Wyvern clearly had the emblem of the Dragonmaw Clan on its body.
"This is not your war beast companion? How can you still call it? It has obviously been trained so that it cannot even distinguish its master."
Neri is also a hunter, and she was shocked by this "NTR stunt".
As she took off with Yura, she asked softly:
"Can you ignore the wilderness contract and freely recruit nearby beasts? This flying dragon is definitely the leader of the pack."
"It has lost its master, and the loyal beast is unwilling to leave."
Rexxar whispered:
"It was the warrior who killed its master, but this was actually a good thing for it. Just look at the whip marks on its body and you will know that Warlord Tangoroth Shattersky didn't care about the spirit and will of its war beasts at all. He used them as slaves!
The reason why I saved her was because this warrior released a tenacious and noble life."
This silent half-Orcs has no ability to explain himself.
Neri didn't ask any more questions. She knew that every legend had their own "special skills", and she also had them. It was obviously rude to ask about these things casually.
When the two of them crossed the mountains of Gorgrond and entered the airspace of Talador, Neri whispered:
"I heard that Mok'Nathal people are very united. You call yourself a "hunting group" and there will only be one leader. But now, your hunting group has split into two directions and is acting separately. Why?"
"I disobeyed my father, and my Recklessness dragged innocent people into the whirlpool of war."
Rexxar sighed and said:
"I was expelled, as I should have been, but these tribesmen recognized me and were willing to follow me. I also have to shoulder the responsibility of being the leader of the new hunting group and lead them to find Way of Survival in a strange world.
As for why I should follow Ms. Draka to Shattrath City
The Fel used by War Horde polluted the land of Gorgrond. The beasts in the territory of the Blackrock Clan were terrified. They told me that the abominable demon blood was killing the world.
I am Mok'Nathal, and I only fight for my tribe and homeland.
Now that my homeland is threatened, I can't find any reason to retreat!
K'ure Alliance may be the force that the One can defeat Felblood Orcs in this world. I want to visit you and see if my hunting group can hunt with you."
"We welcome all warriors who dare to fight against the devil!"
Neri said in a deep voice:
"Welcome to join K'ure Alliance, Rexxar."
"Huh?"
Rexxar looked at Neri in surprise, he shook his head and said:
"No! I haven't confirmed that your leader beast is strong enough. The hunting group of Mok'Nathal will not follow a leader beast that is weaker than itself, even if it is just a temporary cooperative hunting. This is why I want to go to T'uurem. I must see your hunting group and leader beast with my own eyes."
"Okay, I probably know why you can recruit beasts so easily."
Neri sighed and said:
"We have seen similar people in other worlds. You are a natural "Beast Speaker" and a good candidate to be Druid. Unfortunately, like other Beast Speaker, you have serious mental problems, and even your self-understanding follows the laws of the wilderness.
But this is not a big problem. Sometimes it is much easier to live like a beast.
As for our "head beast".
You'll see him soon."
About an hour later, Neri, which was traveling through the airspace at the highest speed, finally arrived at T'uurem.
This trip is very dangerous. If Rexxar hadn't escorted them, they would have been blocked by the Dragonmaw Clan's air cavalry.
Yura was still unconscious at this time. After Neri landed, he didn't even have time to introduce Rexxar to others, so he shouted loudly to the guard in front of him:
"Where is Dick? Where is Vigilant? Let him come over and save people!"
"What's wrong?"
Diakum, who was already prepared for the long journey Spires of Arak, rushed out quickly, but when he saw the "African Draenei" in Neri's arms, Dick sighed and said:
"Is this Yura? Alas, I knew that her aggressiveness would put her in danger one day, but it doesn't matter. Since she didn't die, there is still hope. You all are here by chance. Come with me on a mission later."
Vigilant waved his hand with Lay on Hands and Holy Word: Life's powerful healing effect. The effect was immediate, making the unconscious Yura cough twice, but he hadn't opened his eyes yet.
"Send her in. I need to take some time to perform a major healing on her before she can regain her mobility tomorrow morning. You should also prepare."
Diakum took Yura from Neri, and he told the archbishop:
"Velen's son was kidnapped by Arakkoa. The other party had the audacity to send the blackmail letter to the old man. Due to reason and reason, I had to go to Spires of Arak, and I just finished all the things I had not done before.
This time we need your tracking ability, we want to find the great power hidden in the shadow of the peak forest."
"Hmm."
Neri nodded, she would never refuse such a serious matter.
But then when she was about to introduce the silent Rexxar to Dick, Vigilant took the lead and said to Rexxar:
"You have been observing me just now, big man, but it is not hostility but a kind of scrutiny. According to the custom of Mok'Nathal, you should be examining whether I am qualified to hunt with you. So, I am very curious, what is your conclusion?"
"Very dangerous."
Rexxar said very frankly:
"The last time I felt the same danger in the wilderness of Gorgrond was when I met Grom Hellscream by chance, but I know that you are stronger than him! Not just because of strength.
You are the alpha beast who protects the herd, and Grom prefers hunting. This makes you, who seems gentle, be more destructive than him, especially when protecting the pack.
You are awesome!
Draenei's top beast, it is my honor to hunt with you."
"Then you're welcome, Rexxar from the Mok'Nathal Clan."
Diakum pointed to the guide and said:
"Come with me to Spires of Arak. For a hunter like you, it is definitely worth a visit, and I assure you that we are not trying to destroy the order of nature and wilderness.
On the contrary, we want to restore order to the wilderness for Draenor, which is falling into chaos. This is also a part of protecting your herd.
I believe that you will become the bravest and most powerful leader of the herd in this world.
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Just like you judge me.
So, it's an honor for me to hunt with you, too."
"Oh, you don't know how exaggerated I am when I fight against those Orcss alone! I don't know if I can survive, I can only keep fighting. I don't know how many Orcss I have killed, but I know I can't stop.
Really.
I almost lost myself in despair. It was my loyalty and passionate Consecration desire for my people that gave me the strength to persevere. After all, you have always taught us this way, and you did this in the Argus era.
I have always thought that without your support and guidance, I might still be working with Malas in a certain Eredar clan to cheat and kidnap. Of course, there is nothing wrong with being a cheating and kidnapping Black Market dealer, but becoming the "Ranger General" of the Draenei Clan is obviously a bigger world for me.
Well, having said that, I have to praise Diakum the Saint for his amazing ability to choose words and form sentences. How did he come up with the idea of combining the words "ranger" and "general" together? I think this is really the most suitable position for me."
The familiar tone of the broken mouth echoed on the spirit dragon's saddle, making Archbishop Nali, who was listening to her chatter, look helpless. Even the ugly face of the spirit dragon "Gleam" carrying this noisy guy showed a humanized expression of disgust.
Neri discovered that he and Diakum were just busy rescuing the brave Yura, but ignored the "pressure" that the people around him would bear after bringing this guy back to Mortal realm.
"I don't know if it's an illusion, but why do I feel that you are more annoying after your meritorious service this time? I know that you were very brave before, and I also admit that you are the pride of the rangers. I would rather personally pin the emblem of "Ranger General" on your armor, but now.
Can you please leave me alone?
Yura, I beg you."
Seeing Yura taking a sip of water and continuing to talk, Neri grabbed a piece of meat-stuffed bread and stuffed it into her mouth quickly, blocking the guy's endless chatter.
Listening to her tell the story of her fight to the death with Orcs in the burning forest, it was quite interesting the first time, and I could capture the details the second time, but after listening to it six or seven times, no matter how patient you are, you will go crazy.
What's more, this guy really doesn't know how to keep a low profile!
On the way to Spires of Arak, I kept praising myself, just like giving myself a rainbow fart.
Recruits like Yrel will be intimidated by her, but Archbishop Nali has been in exile for more than 20,000 years and hasn't seen anything like this? She just killed dozens of Felblood Orcs in one battle. What's there to be proud of, you stupid ranger!
As for why Yura, who had just been rescued, was still injured but did not rest with T'uurem, but sat on Neri's spiritual dragon and walked with her, well, isn't this nonsense?
If they delay any longer, Velen's poor big boy will turn into a charcoal-grilled Draenei steak.
In addition, after Eredath was kidnapped by Arakkoa, "Great Uncle" and Maraad seemed to have disappeared without any news, which made Diakum a little worried. In addition, Spires of Arak's "weirdness" led him to bring two hunters with him.
Yrel and Nubodon, two old partners, originally wanted to stay in T'uurem to participate in the battle, but they took the initiative to come and save their friends as Diakum's "left and right guardians", Saint Garona, a new member of 's recruit team, also left early last night under the arrangement of Dick to go to Spires of Arak, who was lurking near Skyreach to prepare for the rescue.
In addition to the above, there is a unique "temporary companion" in the team.
"Aren't you used to living in towns? You could have rested in T'uurem's hotel last night, but my Garrison Commander told me that you spent the night in the river with those dangerous freshwater beasts.
They were shocked to find that the dangerous leader of the freshwater beasts personally carried you to the shore in the early morning."
Vigilant, who was riding the holy war horse in the form of Two-Headed Wyvern, said softly:
"It seems that we have all underestimated your control and control over the beasts as the "leader of the pack", but I noticed that you have been very vigilant since entering the peak forest. Have you sensed the power that exists here?
I mean the "stuff" that's hidden away."
"Well, they are here, they are watching us, a pair, no, several pairs of eyes in the dark.
But dangerous.
No, they are just curious now, not dangerous!
Spires of Arak is indeed the most mysterious wilderness on the Draenor continent, and my people have never set foot here."
The silent half Orcs Rexxar wore a marching cloak gifted by Draenei, wrapping himself up only to reveal a pair of sharp gray eyes. He rode the Two-Headed Wyvern that had lost its owner as a temporary vehicle. While observing the situation on the ground, he said in a hoarse tone:
"As for your feelings just now. It is true that I prefer the wilderness to the city, but I am not controlling wild beasts. I just communicate with them on an equal footing and share hunting experiences.
Beasts are often more generous than people, especially when there is no food dispute between you and them. They are happy to share with you. No beast is anyone's servant, just like the war beasts in the Mok'Nathal Clan are all our family members.
Just like me and my Dire Wolf partner Halasa.
It protected me when I was a child.
Now I am its Wolf King, hunting with it."
"It's such a strange tradition, maybe it comes from your innate and natural keen perception. Orcss all say that you are a hybrid of Ogres and Orcs, but I have been to Highmaul before and learned the secret about you from Warlord Margok.
I know that you are indeed mixed-race, but you are not a naturally born being.
This also explains your unique source of power."
Dick was not afraid of offending Rexxar, he said directly:
"With such a bizarre life experience, it's no wonder that you are not close to other clans. I even feel that you trust your beast companions more than humans. Maybe in your hearts, you don't think of yourself as Orcs?"
"We are Mok'Nathal."
Rexxar shook his head and said:
"We are neither Orcs nor Ogres, we are Mok'Nathal, and we are just Mok'Nathal.
As for the history of the birth of the Mok'Nathal Clan that you mentioned, to be honest I don't care. My father and his generation regard this as a shame and don't want to talk about it. For me personally, I care more about my present and where I am going than where I came from.
So, you don't have to test it.
I don't have much hostility towards Ogres, those big guys are no different from other people in my eyes."
"Good answer, I think you and my Sword Saint friend Lantresor will definitely have something in common."
Vigilant smiled and said:
"But you have been forced to integrate into a strange world, and you have to find your precise positioning in this world. Rexxar, I am not peeking into your heart, but I can feel that as an alpha beast, you are a little confused.
You know that you have to fight Felblood Orcs and defend your hometown and people, but you can't find a more personal reason to convince yourself to devote all your enthusiasm and energy to this cause Consecration. To you, this is more like the instinctive behavior of a beast defending its territory.
So you want to help you strengthen your belief in fighting by observing K'ure Alliance, right?"
Rexxar was silent.
After a moment, he nodded, glanced at Diakum warily, and said:
"I don't like other people getting so deep into my mind, but you didn't use magic. It's amazing. You can see through people's hearts?"
"I can't, I'm just Priest. Maybe I have experience after seeing similar scenes."
Diakum said seriously:
"Prying into other people's minds is also my taboo. I have no intention of leading you to follow our ideas. I only provide you with suggestions. Perhaps instead of observing mortals, you should try to listen to the voice of the world.
Others cannot do this, even Shamans find it difficult to distinguish the difference between the world and elements, but you are born Beast Speaker, and your understanding of nature and the world is clearer than others.
I am convinced that Draenor has a will of its own, and I even doubt that you have ever heard such a voice?"
"In the depths of Gorgrond."
Rexxar whispered:
"There is indeed a voice calling me there, but the Sprigganss guard it and they don't allow others to get close to their Holy Lands. If there is a heart beating in this world, then it must be there!"
"Do you want to go there?"
Diakum asked:
"If K'ure Alliance's forging of World Artifact goes well, I may go there soon and pray that Draenor will bestow his most original power on his children.
If you are willing, you can go with me then.
But I want to remind you that it is very dangerous there, and the power contained there is beyond our imagination. If you don't do it right, you and I will be ruined there."
"I want to go! I must go too!"
Rexxar didn't hesitate at all, he nodded and said:
"As you said, the Mok'Nathal hunting pack needs to find its place in this world. Maybe listening to the pulse of World Heart can help me find the answer, but right now I have to focus on this hunt.
This peak forest is very strange. I can feel that the environment here is warning me, telling me to be careful of those Arakkoas with wings and the shadows that permeate under every tree.
There is something beyond reality here, no wonder even Ogres is unwilling to step here."
"We are here for it, don't worry, Rexxar, there are not always dangers hidden in the shadows, but also opportunities. Then, the tracking of the missing person is entrusted to you. Your perception of nature can help us find him faster.
Frankly speaking, I am very worried that Maraad has encountered some troubles that he cannot fight alone.
We have to find him, the sooner the better."
Diakum handed Maraad's portrait and some of his belongings to Rexxar, asking this good hunter to help find traces. The simple big man Mok'Nathal came for this. Without any complaints, he drove his temporary vehicle and landed towards the ground Arakkoa Nest hidden in the dark forest below.
"Rexxar is tracking near Skettis Arakkoa Nest. He may send news soon, but it is difficult to find complete clues in this one place."
Dick drove Holy Warsteed to approach several other people, and he warned:
"Nellie and Yura searched in the Akaraz Crow Nest and the nearby swamp. There are also some neutral arakkoa scroll sages who have established several crowpaw camps nearby. They are the only group of arakkoa in the peaks of Akaran that are willing to communicate with the outside world.
Lelan also has a friend of Arakkoa here named "Reshad". It is said that he is one of the leaders of Arakkoa Claw Priest and Scroll Keeper and is a real "local snake".
Go find it, explain the situation, and ask for help."
Vigilant assigns tasks and says:
"Nubodon went to meet up with Garona who came in advance. She was near Skyreach and planned to sneak into the city of high-level Arakkoa to look for Eredath's whereabouts and see if she could take the risk to rescue her. Your elemental power can be of great help.
Finally, Yrel has to go to the east of Spires of Arak with me.
Go and check near the famous "Curse Pool". I now suspect that Maraad may have been lured there by the dark power here. Everyone has Auchenai crystals for communication in their hands. Remember to report your situation in time."
Others responded one after another, and Neri also specially warned Vigilant not to burn his holy power unless necessary. She was really worried about Diakum's mental state, although she did not know that in order to resist the divine assimilation of light, Diakum had gone into darkness to calmly reflect on herself.
Although Saint has always been strong-minded, Neri's advice still filled his heart with warmth. Even the tough Warrior of Light had to admit that this feeling of being cared about was quite good.
Well, maybe this is love?
Watching everyone go away, Dick prayed to Holy Light in his heart to protect his friends. Then, on his mount, he looked at the endless dark forest in front of him and the huge stone pillars towering high in the sky in the distance.
The tops of those stone pillars Gleam are shining with light, as if Little Sun are gathering together. There is an exaggerated aerial city on the top of the largest stone pillar, which looks like a huge golden bird's nest shrouded in dazzling light.
That city has its own architectural style, and in Diakum's opinion, it even has a "future" and "independent" feel.
That's the country of Arakkoa.
Skyreach.
That is also one of the destinations of Vigilant's trip.
Diakum has a feeling that the two recruits Eredath and Maraad are very likely to have encountered the attention of two "extreme forces" from Spires of Arak at the same time.
It's hard to say whether it's a good thing or a bad thing. What's certain is that these two guys are also very "troublemaker".
Ordinary people would not be lucky enough to encounter one of them even if they stayed in this country of wings for ten years or a hundred years. But now, the two symbols of light and darkness in this forest are actually activated at the same time.
In the eyes of those who believe deeply in prophecies and symbols, this may be a sign.