(Additional update for brother "Huo Zhengtinghao" [11/15])
The rise of Naaru's Shield caused the Magic Plague thrown by Orcs to return in vain. At this time, Velen was urgently communicating with other areas of Draenei in the city's communications department. And when Diakum entered Shattrath exhausted and said goodbye to those enthusiastic cheerers and admirers, he saw Rexxar with a serious face but wearing a gray robe with only one pair of eyes exposed, waiting for him in front.
He knew from the anxiety and anger in Mok'Nathal hunter's eyes that he would get bad news.
"So, Orcs's Magic Plague attack this time targeted the strongholds within the entire Talador range, and Ms. Draka was infected as a result?"
Vigilant took the communication summary from Rexxar. He scanned it and asked. The latter nodded and said:
"When the plague jars fell, she and my tribe happened to be resting at the Oruuna Coast sentry post. A jar fell in her camp. The heroine dispersed the Draenei Warrior in the sentry post in time and evacuated the wounded, but she herself was delayed for some time.
Now she has been sent to Lower City by my tribe, and Grand Executor Haddon has designated an area there as a temporary residence for those infected with the epidemic.
But it's no use!
I can tell you clearly that what was sealed in the jars Vigilant and Dragonmaw Clan dropped was "Red Scourge"! Ms. Draka told me that the disease was definitely intensified by Shadow Council because she was infected with Red Scourge when she was a child!
According to Orcs's experience, this thing will not be infected by one person for a second time.
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No, we're in trouble!
Red Scourge is contagious. I have heard more than once in Gorgrond about a small clan being infected by the plague and wiped out in a short period of time.
Just setting up an isolation zone will not solve the problem. In addition, plague cans have been dropped on your sentry posts at Talador. I heard that even Garadar and Vahalor were dropped with the same thing by Warlock. I even think they will not even let go of Frostfire Ridge and Frostwolf Clan.
Soon more infected people will be brought into this city, when that time comes.
Wait!
Are you hurt?"
When Diakum was walking forward, Rexxar noticed the exaggerated scratches on War Armor under his black Wolf Pelt Cloak, as if half of his breastplate had been smashed by an axe, and there were ferocious penetrating wounds on his waist and abdomen.
But Vigilant just waved his hand.
It's just a skin injury, no need to pay attention.
Most of the exaggerated destructive power of Grom exploded by Death Wish was absorbed by the Guiding Light armor. The rest was no longer enough to leave fatal wounds on the sanctified Diakum. He himself was still a Light Archon with exaggerated healing power. The duel would only leave some scars on Dick at most.
The Warframe certainly needs fixing, but that's not the most important issue right now.
Now that the entire city is under martial law, the most important thing is to reassure the people and check on the conditions of those who are sick.
Vigilant clearly knows that in True History of the Dark Portal, it was this Red Scourge plague that affected the impregnable Shattrath City. The severely disrupted city defense at that time faced the great pressure of Orcs and was only able to break through the city in a short time under the covert sabotage of the traitors.
Otherwise, based on the defensive power of Shattrath City and the siege ability of Orcs, they would not be able to break through this place for several years.
In the official history, it was the old Velen's "yandere brothers" who introduced the disease to Draenei. Now it has been replaced by the conspiracy of Shadow Council and Corrupted Cenarius. Their fate lies in Trying to correct itself, this time if it weren't for Anzu's timely reminder, Diakum wouldn't even have time to rush back to Shattrath City due to Medivh's intervention.
When he and Rexxar approached the Lower City quarantine area for infected people that was strictly sealed off by the Hunter Cavalrys, they happened to meet Great Prophet who walked out of it. Velen's expression was very ugly. When Dick came forward, the prophet whispered to him:
"The Warriors sent from Olu'na Coast Outpost are transforming into Broken very quickly! It is several times faster than the plague that happened in the Argus world in my memory. I applied detoxification and medicine to the patients based on my experience, but I am not sure whether it will be effective.
The "Red Scourge" of the Draenor world is different from the disease we encountered at that time, and the treatment methods must also be improved. Me, cough me."
Velen's coughing startled Dick, and he quickly applied several Dispel Magic and Detoxification Spell to the prophet.
But Velen waved his hand and said:
"Don't worry, I am a demigod after all. Holy Light is taking care of me. These diseases are not so easy to infect me. This is the weakness caused by the battle just now. I will stay here! Diakum, you and others are not allowed to enter at will!
I have ordered General Tirasalan to clear the nearby city area, and Holy Light's continuous purification is enough to ensure the safety of the infected people in this area and other people in the city.
Under the current situation, every additional infected person is a bad thing for us."
"Orcss understand Red Scourge better. These diseases have been bothering them for many years before we arrived. They are extremely contagious, prophet."
Dick shook his head and said:
"This is a carefully prepared conspiracy by the Shadow Council. Except for the ogres, members of the Alliance of K'ure are immune to the Red Scourge. Large-scale infection by other races is inevitable, but we must first figure out what this thing is before we can find a way to cure it.
I already had a guess in my mind. I had to get in touch with the patients first.
Don't worry, Prophet.
I have half Naaru blood in my body, and these diseases cannot have an effect on me either."
"I am a Mok'Nathal person, and my ethnic group will not be infected by Red Scourge."
Rexxar said to Velen:
"As a leader, you should lead your herd at this time of panic. If your Warriors are also in danger of being infected, then it will be up to me and my hunting group to help you guard this place."
Great Prophet looked at Dick, who nodded to him to indicate that it was possible.
So Velen thanked Rexxar, and then arranged for the Hunter Cavalry and Mok'Nathal hunters who were guarding this place to change shifts.
Dick walked into Lower City, and he saw the frightened civilians. They were coughing constantly, and some of them had gray patches on their bodies. They felt weak and knew clearly that they were infected by a strange disease and that death might be around the corner.
Those sobbing cries gave Lower City an ominous look.
Diakum stopped. He looked at Ms. Draenei who was holding a child and crying next to him. Then he stepped forward and squatted down, putting his hand on the head of the child who didn't know anything but had a face full of fear.
He said:
"Don't cry or be afraid, it's just a minor illness."
"Ah, Saint!"
The crying lady was startled, but when she saw Saint appearing in front of her eyes, she took courage again, and she begged:
"I have lived for a long time, Vigilant. Even if I die here, I have no regrets. But my child has just been born. Please, please save him."
"Don't talk nonsense! You will have no problem, you will be with your child and see him grow up."
Diakum comforted him.
He took off his gauntlet and said to the mother and son in front of him:
"I need to check on you. Don't worry, it won't be painful."
As he spoke, he condensed Holy Light in his hand and let the gentle light cover the lady and her child. At the same time, he checked the gray patches on her and the child's skin. This is one of the symbols of Broken. The transformation of gray-blue dull skin is only the first step, followed by the loss of control of the tentacles and the atrophy of the body, which will eventually torture a Draenei into a rickety alien shape.
This scene of Saint's diagnosis was seen by other patients around him, and they also gathered together in the hope that the legendary Saint could dispel the difficult disease for them.
Diakum looked around and simply spread Sun Herald's healing morning light.
He knows that simply curing Holy Light cannot combat the spread of Red Scourge, but the people need hope at this time. When facing unknown fears, hope and confidence are more important than gold.
"Sing praises to Holy Light."
He said warmly:
"The light that has protected us for tens of thousands of years will not give up on you and me at this time. It is just a disease! My compatriots, stand firm and fight it! As long as we have courage, it will not be able to defeat us."
This sounds like chicken soup for the soul, but it's not.
Diakum witnessed Sarkir's mental breakdown due to that failure when Argus was there. The Enlightener completed "Broken degeneration" in a short period of time, which fully proves that the speed of this degeneration is related to the patient's willpower.
Strengthening their will may not make the epidemic subside, but a mental breakdown will only make them become Broken faster.
Diakum was very tired, but he still radiated his healing morning light and walked around the Lower City quarantine area, supplementing the Life Force for those who were weak so that they could fight Plague Spores No, Magic Plague's Life Drain.
No matter what kind of virus, it will always take effect slower when faced with strong people, but Dick knows that just replenishing life cannot solve the problem.
He strode into Lower City's room and immediately saw Old Hatton who was giving medicine soup to Warrior who was lying on the bed.
Diakum was shocked and quickly stepped forward to hold Hutton's hand and check his condition. He found that Grand Executor, who used to be as strong as Old Ram, now had extremely hot fingers and gray patches appeared on his arms.
Even his eyes became a little cloudy.
Hutton must have come into contact with Hutton when Oruuna Coast's Warrior were sent into the city just now. The governor's father had been injured by Orcs before. It was when he was weak that he was most susceptible to being infected by Magic Plague.
"Dick? Why are you here? Get out of here! Child, you represent our hope and courage. You must not be infected at this dangerous moment!"
When he saw Diakum, Hutton's eyes widened, and he didn't know where he got the strength to push Diakum to let him leave.
He knew what was happening to him and said:
"I know what this is. I have seen those Broken in my hometown. I know what my fate will be. Maybe I should give myself a knife now to prevent myself from falling into that disgraceful situation.
But Dick, my child, maybe it was destiny, I had a dream last night.
I dreamed in a daze that you did not take me with you when you left Argus. I could only take those innocent and helpless children back to our hometown mountains, and I took them to suffer in despair day by day.
Until a certain moment we suddenly wake up, we have lost our noble form and turned into a humble Broken.
Just like our fragmented world and hometown.
Dick, this may be the punishment of Argus. We broke our oath, so we have to take back the gift from Star Soul and return us to the most humble state. This may be my destiny.
"Ahem"
"I won't let you lose faith like this, Governor Daddy!"
Dick grabbed Hutton's hand and said:
"The fate of you, Jaide and Krokuun Legion has changed. You will never fall into that state of broken body and spirit again. I will not allow that kind of misfortune to befall you again.
You can rest and relax here!
I already know where this epidemic comes from, and I immediately set out to find an antidote for you. Draenor's Heart of Life must also give me the antidote! That unbridled wild life must take back this disaster, or I will..."
"No, Diakum, don't let hatred fill your noble heart. Saint like you must put aside personal grudges when making decisions."
Grand Executor is sitting on the bed next to him.
He looked with relief at the child who was extremely angry because of his suffering, and he felt the respect and closeness to him in Diakum's heart, which was enough to make Old Hatton's weak spirit feel warm at this time.
In fact, when he dreamed of those bizarre things, this old man who had experienced a long time already understood the cause and effect.
More than 20,000 years ago, when he didn't notice it, the child in front of him had silently saved him once.
"I was injured before, and spent too much energy polishing Ogres's Titanforged Runes. Elemental Throne called Elemental Lord to help me make those powerful "World Rings", which also exhausted my energy.
I may not be able to survive this vicious epidemic, and maybe I will eventually become the miserable person you and I remember.
But that's okay, I've lived long enough."
Old Hatton said softly:
"With your help, I have been able to once again fulfill my sacred duty of protecting the people for more than 20,000 years. This is already the grace of fate. I can't ask for more."
"You are the legend Shaman, dad! The elemental power will help you. In fact, this is what I want to ask you."
Diakum said softly:
"When I leave the city to seek an antidote for you, you must use the elemental power here to inspire the minds of the infected! This is very important. Only if they persist, the curse of Broken will not fall on them.
I have to hold on until the day I come back. Every dawn is a new blessing. I will definitely come back as soon as possible."
"Well, of course I will fulfill my duties, but there is something I have held for too long. Maybe it is time to return it to you."
Old Hatton looked at Diakum in front of him, smiled, and reached out to touch his forehead lightly.
Then in the scattered shimmer of light, the Eredar Leader's Mark that belonged to him was transferred to Diakum's forehead with the help of Draenei's unique ritual. The shimmer of Gleam was perfectly integrated with his Light Archon's Seal.
It's like a double nested complex geometric pattern.
He said:
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"This Grand Executor's Seal was sent back by Kil'jaeden when we left Argus. Velen and I both know why he sent this light seal back. Diakum, this leader's seal is yours!
Kil'jaeden had already chosen his successor when he decided to save his people through self-destruction.
You!
"Vigilant"Diakum, you are the second commander-in-chief whom Kil'jaeden chose to replace him to protect the people!
Don't be embarrassed, this is what you deserve. Your series of performances after waking up have proven that you are absolutely qualified to hold it, and the people also regard you as a true leader. All you lack is this light seal, but you were already leading us before you got it!
Go ahead.
Such as carrying the people's sustenance and heavy responsibility, and carrying it forward to save our suffering compatriots and other allies of the K'ure Alliance. For an ordinary person like me, this is a terrible burden, but I believe it will become the driving force to encourage you to move forward."
"Ahem."
A cough came from the other side.
Diakum turned around and saw Ms. Draka curled up there, enduring the pain of weakness, but the despair of the heroine Orcs at this time was definitely not from her own infection and weakness. She was holding her belly and shedding tears.
"This damn disease is making me weak. I can't continue to give birth to my Go'el like this."
She didn't care about the spots on her arms at all, she would grit her teeth and say:
"Damn Gul'dan and his despicable Warlock want to take away my unborn child. I will definitely fight with him! Those damn Warlock, I will definitely strangle them to death one by one with my own hands!
I swear!
Ah, Ancestral Spirit!
Please help me, please save my Go'el."
"See? Dick, it's not just us who need help now."
Old Hatton stood up and called on the elements to apply gentle healing on Draka. He said to Diakum:
"Gul'dan will never use such a plague only in Shattrath City. The Frostfire Ridge where Frostwolf Clan is located, and the Spires of Arak where Arakkoa are located are all targets of destruction for him and this vicious Magic Plague.
What he wants to destroy is our K'ure Alliance, the "Draenor Anti-Demon Crusade" that you and we worked hard to form. Gul'dan is not winning for his Great Chieftain at all, he is paving the way for his demon master!
Dick, go and crush that arrogant ambition! Use your knife, use your light! Crush this despair!"
"Hmm."
Vigilant stood up, applied a treatment to Draka and patted the veterans who were enduring pain beside him. When he walked out of the room, when he walked out of Lower City, the chill on Vigilant was so thick that even Rexxar and Dire Wolf shrank their tails.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Draenei's Saint has truly committed murder at this moment. If anyone dares to block his steps at this moment, what will happen.
"Rexxar! Go to Nagrand and find Neri in Elemental Throne. Father Haddon completed the casting of "World Rings" with the help of Elemental Lord before. Now those artifacts are receiving the blessing of the elements.
I need them to complete the blessing of the artifact as soon as possible, and then I need to take those rings to Evergrowth Woods immediately!"
He said to Rexxar:
"Those rings need to be strengthened by Heart of Life to become the real "World Artifact". This damn epidemic also needs the origin of wild life to eliminate it. These are the vicious spores released by it because it hates the life of this world!
It is the deadly ghost that the ancient Heart of Hatred personally spread in this world, and it must be held responsible for this.
Just as we agreed, as my guide, you will go with me to Gorgrond to find the pulsating Heart of Life. Of course, the demigod in the shadow will also go with us."
"I'll leave immediately."
Rexxar is a man of action, whistling to call his "new partner", Sunfire Raven with wings burning like the incarnation of flames, lord Rukhran falling down with a scream.
The Plague Spores here makes it very uncomfortable, and it flies into the sky carrying Rexxar and Halasa.
"Diakum, can these Plague Spores infect Arakkoa?"
Old Anzu's voice rang in Dick's ears in the wind. Vigilant nodded and said:
"Okay! But I guess Arakkoa of the Midnight should not be affected. Their bodies have been degraded once by the curse of Sethe. They are standard "lower void dependents". Theoretically, they will feel weak at most.
But Sunfire Arakkoa may lose the power to fly in the sky due to infection.
You have to understand, Anzu, this spore comes from the malice of Draenor ancient Life Force. It is effective against all life in this world. You must help me get the antidote!
Otherwise, you and Rukhmar's children will also suffer because of this."
"But those Felblood Orcs are not affected."
Anzu said fiercely:
"My eyes saw them walking through the spore-covered area outside the city unscathed. The demon blood they drank actually protected them?"
"That also means that they are no longer loved and recognized by this world. Even the evil intentions of ancient Life Force don't bother to corrode them anymore."
Dick shook his head and said:
"Time is running out. Blackhand will never miss this good opportunity. War Horde will soon launch a general attack on Shattrath City. We must complete our work as soon as possible."
"Hmm."
Anzu responded.
The two-winged descendants of Midnight Raven God are spread throughout Draenor, and there is no more powerful encrypted communication system than its flock of crows.
But just when Diakum gathered his recruits and prepared to go to Nagrand to check the progress of the artifact forging, Old Anzu suddenly sent him a piece of bad news:
"Go to your Auchindoun Sanctuary!"
The old crow screamed:
"Shadow Council summoned the demon there. Dragonmaw Clan also dropped the spore plague there before. Your archbishop sealed Holy Land in time, but this cannot withstand the demon!"
"Devil? Well done!"
Diakum looked back in the direction of Holy Land, and the chill in his heart was finally vented in the right place.
When Sunwing carried him into the sky, he asked:
"Who is coming from the devil's side?"
"A strange guy, riding a demonized giant beast, with strange pointed ears. I can't quite understand their language, but I heard those Warlock call him "The Demon Prince"."
"What? Who? Is this Forgan calling?"
"Burn this disgusting glorious place! Conquer this place in the name of Polluter."
Thalassian with anger and anxiety echoed in the sky above Auchindoun Sanctuary, and the "Demon Prince" Peroth'arn, who was driving Demonic Green Dragon, waved his Elf Demon Blade and roared loudly.
This noble-born Highborne was already a noble leader before he fell. After following Master Xavius and joining Burning Legion, it naturally obtained Demon Lord, even got rid of the hideous and ugly Satyr posture due to the "blessing" of Polluter, and returned to the elegance of Fel Elves.
According to the tradition of the Highbornes, it is not too arrogant for it to call itself a "prince" after it has become a lord.
Although Lord Xavius finally chose to rebel helplessly and shamefully under the influence of the current situation, this does not affect Burning Legion diehards like Peroth'arn to continue to serve as high-level commanders under Polluter.
After all, although there are many Fel Elvess under Polluter, most of them are civilians who were contaminated by Fel at the time of War of the Ancients. There are only a few people who can take on big responsibilities. Naturally, every commander like him who dares to fight and fight is very precious.
This is the first time the Demon Prince comes to Draenor.
It disdains this small world and is not even willing to waste more time here.
Polluter is organizing elites to sneak into his hometown, and Peroth'arn is also ready to reminisce with the "old friends" from thousands of years ago with a new attitude and strength.
I don't know if the weak "Betrayer" Farodis and the cunning "silver Moon Blade" Dath'Remar are fine? Are the decisive "loyalist" Toserin and the wise "female Hand of the King" Elisande still loyal to Light of Lights?
Will the powerful "Black Crow King" Kur'talos Ravencrest still join forces with the tenacious "Emerald Heart" Malfurion to protect the weak Kaldorei?
Did the Night Warrior bitch Tyrande, who makes people wake up with fear in their dreams, die of torture?
Finally, I wish the despicable "Star Hunter" Illidan Stormrage and his damn Slayer all perished in the disaster of the universe!
However, in my own memory, when I left my hometown during the earth explosion that burned the world, the powerful queen who withstood the Well of Eternity explosion and Night Warrior attack seemed to have been brought back to her loyal Suramar.
It is said that the Titan Artifact there can protect her from the painful time.
That is to say
If he had the honor, he could even command the demon army to "meet" again the Elf Empress that he is still so fascinated by now.
Ah, Azshara!
Light of Lights, who has returned from his lost way, your proud soul and pure body must and can only belong to Dark Titan!
"Haha, this is just a stop on our journey."
The Demon Prince piloted a powerful demonized dragon and soared past the closed door of Auchindoun, spraying clouds of filthy corrosive breath on those stupid guard machines.
It shouted:
"Warriors of House of Plagues ers! Wash this place with blood and return to the Burning Legion with glory. This prince will lead you back to Azeroth to complete the great deeds we have not completed thousands of years ago! Well, look, the sad sun of this small world is still so hot that it almost burns my carefully maintained skin.
Huh?
Wrong!
Wait!
Why is the sun moving in the sky? What the hell kind of witchcraft is this?!"