(Additional update for brother "Huo Zhengtinghao" [14/15])
The northernmost point of Nagrand, the edge of the island World Elements Holy Land·Elemental Throne surrounded by the bright Tiange Lake.
Archbishop Nali, who was in a bad mood because of Magic Plague's invasion, put his hands on his hips and looked at the spirit dragon, Yura and four high-level rangers flying towards Karabor Temple in the distant sky. Personally escort the demon prince captured by Saint to Karabor Temple, and by the way, send Saint's order to the city that is destined to be besieged for many days in the coming war.
Behind her, Diakum is listening to Karabor Temple's battle situation from the chirping bird Old Anzu.
After learning that the tens of thousands of years old veterans under his command had completed Lightforging at the beginning of the war, and defeated Annihilator's wolves in one battle, Saint finally felt relieved.
"Those veterans under your command are terrifying!"
Anzu's voice came out of the little crow's mouth, with a hint of frightened surprise.
It scolded:
"You must take care of them!
They are different from you. They have been completely brainwashed by Holy Light, and their minds are filled with the sacred oath of killing demons. I saw with my own eyes that they tied the captured Felblood Orcs to the city gate of Karabor Temple and burned him alive in front of the children. They were also using fanatical preaching to promote the cruel concept of war to the frightened citizens.
That's a group of Holy Light domesticated mad dogs! And you are their the One master!
Damn it!
If you miss one of them, I can't believe what bad things they would do without restraint. They are scarier than the most brutal Felblood Orcs."
"Lightforging There will be a period of fanaticism after this, which is normal. Don't worry, all the hatred and hostility of my veterans will only be directed at demons. Each of them has the same desire to protect the people as I do.
They are the real good people.
As for burning the devil
Don't worry, that's Hand of Argus's tradition."
Diakum didn't think there was any problem with this, he said with a pleased tone:
"With Ristalan leading the veterans to defend Karabor Temple, I can finally stop worrying about the war situation there, so the only thing left to do now is this."
He turned back to look at Elemental Throne behind him, looking at the five Yanyang gold rings that were being blessed and shaped with the assistance of Elemental Lord. That was the next task that he had to race against time to complete.
"But Diakum, Dragonmaw Orcs not only attacked Karabor Temple, Shadowmoon Orcs of Shaz'gul Fortress was also attacked by Red Scourge's disease."
Anzu said worriedly:
"What's even more terrible is that Talon Guards, who is assisting you in defending Shattrath City, has also been infected by "Degeneration Disease". That plague will also take effect on Arakkoa. Terokk has already learned the news, and it is hesitant to send more Arakkoa to join the battlefield."
"Not yet!"
Diakum waved his hand and said:
"Before I find a way to curb the plague, don't let healthy Arakkoa get close to Shattrath City. I have no intention of spreading the disaster caused by Felblood Orcs to more companions. If If Talon King really wants to help, then send Arakkoa into Gorgrond and Tanaan Jungle to attack Demon Blood Horde's baggage.
By the way, send Arakkoa assassins into the jungle to find those persecuted Blood Ring Hunters!
Inform them of the news that Yorin Death-Eye plans to reorganize Bleeding Hollow Clan, and let them temporarily hide and wait for the day of counterattack."
"Hmm."
Anzu's little crow nodded. After a moment of silence, it said with a trace of uneasiness that could not be concealed:
"Can you confirm that I can really find the news about Rukhmar in the dangerous Evergrowth Woods?"
"She's not there, but I can probably guarantee that you can see her again. You have to accept the fact that Rukhmar is dead. She will eventually be resurrected, but it will take a long time."
Dick said:
"Don't put too much expectations on yourself, lest you fall into madness after despair. Your mental state is inherently unstable."
"I understand, I understand, I just have been alone for too long."
Anzu's little crow sighed, then spread its wings and disappeared into the clouds of Nagrand. After the little crow left, Neri walked to Diakum. She saw the exhaustion and worry that could not be concealed on Dick's face, so she wanted to liven up the atmosphere and cover up her own worries, and said softly:
"Arantien will be very happy when she receives that demon prince, which means I don't even need to give her this month's work allowance.
In fact, I think if we can capture Demon Lord like this in every battle and give it to Demon Hunting Master as a "gift", I can even ask Arantien to "pay to work" in turn, and I am sure that she and the entire Illidari will be happy to make such a deal.
Why don't you laugh?
I thought of this joke specifically to make you laugh."
The archbishop sighed and stretched out his hand, stroking the broken breastplate under Diakum's Black Wolf Cloak. Although it was urgently repaired by Shattrath City's Crystal Artisan after the war, the hideous scars on War Armor still represented the danger of yesterday's battle.
She whispered:
"I know you are very anxious. You have watched Grand Executor Haddon, whom you regard as your father, being tortured by the plague. For an emotional person like you, you will not hesitate to suffer the pain.
But don't put too much pressure on yourself. Great Prophet said that the people can still persist. With Holy Light's continuous washing, the magic energy in those vicious plagues is constantly weakened, allowing the people to persist longer. It will take at least seven days for them to enter the final transformation of Broken.
Until then, those suffering people can still be saved."
"There are only seven days left, Neri. If I cannot awaken Draenor's Heart of Life in seven days to wash away these plagues, our people will enter a tragic degeneration. Broken's degeneration is irreversible!"
Dick said dumbly:
"I don't want any Draenei to suffer such despair, and most importantly, Polluter has got that damn Magic Plague, do you think it will only be used on Draenor?"
If Dark Titan gives it the task of hunting down the Eredar clan and retaking Star Soul Fragment, it means that all Eredar Star Sea Clan will suffer such a terrorist attack. Whether I can find the antidote will affect not just this world, but all Eredar.
The fate of all my compatriots who are still moving forward under the protection of their hometown is in my hands.
How can I convince myself that I am content with my weakness?"
"But that oath is borne by everyone. Your great enough Consecration desire doesn't mean that we can put all our hopes on you with peace of mind."
Neri shook his head and said:
"In the words of Draka, if the survival of a civilization depends on one person's shoulders, then this weak civilization should be destroyed. Just do your best, Diakum, no matter whether the mysterious Heart of Life in this world is willing to bloom for us, no one will blame you for this.
What if it becomes Broken?
The connection with Holy Light is interrupted, the noble body is reduced to a humble form, and we have experienced despair and can only live in darkness. Will we give up in this way?
No!
Even Broken has the desire to return home! Even if all Eredar are reduced to rickety aliens under the torture of Magic Plague, we will still try our best to return to our hometown by all means.
I just hope that if I become as miserable as Broken, you won't alienate me because of this."
"Don't be stupid, we appreciate the beauty of the soul, not to mention, I will not allow that to happen."
Dick put Neri's hand on his heart, enjoying the rare peace at this moment beside the sunny Tiange Lake.
He looked back at the ring that was being suspended in the air and continuously rotated and molded by powerful shamans such as Ner'zhul, Gaia'an, and Nobundo with the help of the power of the elemental lords. This artifact was so important that the ancestor spirits also appeared on the lake at this moment to pray for its success.
The huge tide of elements in front of us is rolling in this Holy Land. The great power from the beginning of creation is poured into the sacred objects handed down by Arakkoa little by little through the gathering and compression of Titanforged Runes.
This is a process that must not be interrupted.
After Neri sent the ring back, he has been guarding the surroundings with an elite ranger. At Tiange Lake, Gorian Empire's Ogre Shaman head of state sent his own One-Eyed Ogre bodyguards with the brave King's Guard, as well as Warrior from clans such as Garadar, Burning Blade Clan, Shadowmoon Clan and Garrosh's "Pure Warsong" also surrounded the place.
In fact, Shaman of Garadar and Sword Saint of Vahalor really have this artifact to thank.
If they hadn't deployed their elite to guard the casting of the artifact, I'm afraid the Magic Plague detonated in two places by Shadow Council yesterday would have wiped out their entire army. Now at least there are still some elite Mag'har Orcs that can be used as Warrior.
At this time, the Warriors who were guarding here all understood that Orcs, Arakkoa, Ogres and Draenei joined forces to cast World Rings. What, when Demon Blood Horde became the demon minions of the Burning Legion, when his hometown was threatened by demon attacks, and when the hateful warmongers smashed Magic Plague into the madness of his own people, possessing such an artifact was undoubtedly the hope of victory.
At this time, it was the last moment for the artifact to absorb the power of the elements, and even Elemental Lord were exhausted.
Not to mention that the several Shamans who presided over the ceremony stayed awake for three days and three nights. Their physical strength, energy and will had reached the limit.
When the artifact has not yet completed its formation, it can set off a tidal wave of elements that can be seen with the naked eye. The energy storm created by the five main rings and thirty auxiliary rings spiraling together makes even Tiange Lake continue to set off tidal waves.
This was enough for onlookers to realize that K'ure Alliance's artifact casting plan had begun to take shape, and those ambitious people in the crowd, such as female heroes like Griselda Blackhand, stared at those elegant and domineering divine rings with bright eyes.
"I heard that when Grand Executor Haddon was polishing these Titanforged Runes with his own hands, he had a vision of what the world looked like when it was born. He also recorded it in his diary. I was fortunate enough to read a few pages of it."
Neri looked at the World Rings that was about to take shape, and she whispered:
"It is said that Elemental Throne was transformed into the dead head of "Genesis Giant Spirit" Gronn, and the Elemental Lords in this world were condensed and formed under the oppression of wild life through the power of the giant spirits.
Considering that Ogres and Orcs are the descendants of the djinn that have been continuously divided, it is no wonder that the elements of this world love them.
They are truly "relatives"."
"That's not the case."
Diakum explained:
"Genesis Giant Spirit Gronn is the condensed divine power from Defender Aggramar. It is the most orthodox Arcane power. Gronn turned into Magnaron after death. Even if the residual body continues to be broken and degraded, it should not be able to turn into flesh and blood. The reason why One-Eyed Ogre was born and evolved from One-Eyed Ogre into Orcs and Ogres according to different environments is not just a factor of degradation.
And Life Force's erosion and reshaping of rock life.
Therefore, Orcs and Ogres are noble beings formed by the fusion of Titan's divine power and Life Force. Ogres inherits the power of Arcane's order, while Orcs prefers the elements, and each of them has its blessings.
The true native species of Draenor are Spriggans and Arakkoa.
Wild God was born on both sides, and the mysterious demigods Arakkoa Gods and Evergrowth Woods are the local gods here.
I hope that when I enter Evergrowth Woods with these artifact rings, I won't be swallowed up by the fanatical and violent life. The Red Scourge spores it keeps releasing due to its malice towards life prove that the malice towards life from the plant giants that devoured the world at the time of creation has not disappeared.
Did you know? Neri.
In the darkest trench of the Zangar Sea in the Draenor world, there is actually a hidden race. Those Ancient Abyss Walkers are the most orthodox successors of the plant giants. They will rush out of the ocean and destroy the land at any time.
This world.
Not safe at all!
It is really full of dangers, but the arrival of the devil and the corruption of Orcs cover up these."
"Yeah, I feel it too."
Neri nodded and said:
"We know too little about this place, but compared to these, I am more curious about why you spared his life at the end of the duel between you and Grom yesterday? Is it true that as Yrel said in private, it was because you felt ashamed for casually intervening in Mak'gora that you gave Felblood Orcs a chance to live?"
"No, I went to kill him."
Dick Gleam had a look of inquiry in his eyes, and he said:
"Although Grom has not committed any evil crimes against our people except being the first to drink Demon Blood and bringing about the degeneration of the group, his paranoia for victory and power will eventually lead him to the path of the destroyer.
That guy is purer than Blackhand, and therefore more dangerous than Blackhand.
I cut off his battle ax, shattered his heart, and scorched his body. He should have been dead, but Annihilator promoted him to "God Chosen", just like the Naaru Lightforging Draenei warrior.
I seriously doubt whether the behavior of Black Wolf God is in line with the Burning Legion's attitude towards cannon fodder. That guy may really have his own plans.
Don't worry, although Grom escaped death, his half-demon soul has been burned and burned by me, and simple treatment alone cannot awaken him. He will not appear in Demon Blood Horde's war again."
"The artifact! It is born! The world is cheering and the elements are roaring! Draenor's artifact prototype, it is born!"
Ner'zhul's tired and joyful cheers interrupted the words of Dick and Neri. The two looked up and saw that in the cheers of Ner'zhul kneeling on the ground, the thirty-five rings were suspended with their own power in the crisp sound, flying up and down in wonderful postures according to the combination of one main ring and six auxiliary rings.
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This power originating from the Draenor world Origin and belonging to the divine power of order gathered around the entire Tiange Lake and was released, causing the surrounding guards to burst into cheers as the lake surged and rolled.
Matron Geyah stepped forward with the support of a little girl Orcs dressed as Shaman, put these rings in a simple wooden box, and then held them in both hands and handed them to Diakum, who strode forward.
Orcs's old grandmother handed it to Vigilant. She was very tired. This casting almost exhausted the efforts of the legendary Shaman.
She gasped and begged:
"I have learned about my poor daughter-in-law's suffering from the epidemic, and I have learned that my ill-fated grandson is now in a critical moment. But I also know that your adventure here is not only to forge the artifact, but also to awaken the Heart of Life of Draenor and pray for it to take back the power of punishment.
Alien Saint, I know that a powerful world should not pin its hopes on one person, but you now truly have the future of this world in your hands.
Please protect this world worth saving as you protect your own people."
"I will, old Matron."
Dick looked at Gleam's ring with elemental light in the box, and he whispered:
"I will not only pray to Heart of Life of Draenor to take back the disaster of the plague, but if it is unwilling to return astray, then I will also crush it completely in the name of protection, thus completely ending the terrifying legend of Red Scourge!
Wizard Head Mar'gok's army has crossed the sea to Frostfire Ridge. Frostwolf Clan, who is trapped there and tortured by Magic Plague, will soon receive reinforcements. You will see your son. Please tell me.
Mag'har Orcs will get a divine ring, and you can choose the wearer by yourself.
But whoever takes that ring must take on the heavy responsibility of being the guardian of Draenor! That person must learn from the disasters of Blackhand and War Horde and learn to truly lead Orcs."
"Well, please."
Matron Geyah bowed to Diakum.
The weak Nubodon would be carried over by Maraad. The young Shaman was very tired, but he still took out the Kara Crystal that had been purified by the tumbling power of the elements. He said:
"In your name and under your guidance, I have completed the "Holy Light trial" of my Shaman. I will forge this crystal into a weapon just like Hand of Argus's other Warrior.
I will Eternal Life remember your teachings, Vigilant, and my elements and I will always fight only to protect the people!"
"Well done, go and rest. You have completed your duties. Now I will take the last step for you."
Dick patted Nubodon on the shoulder and said to Neri and the recruits:
"You lead Nubodon, Maraad, Yrel and Eredath back to Shattrath City. Blackhand will never let go of our weak opportunity. He will definitely try his best to attack Shattrath and Talador Region.
There will be an unprecedented war there, but I can't be by your side. No matter how difficult the situation is, you must persist until I come back.
Rexxar Come with me to the wilderness of Gorgrond."
"I'll go too!"
Garona suddenly jumped out from the shadow of Neri, she said:
"My mother asked Centurion Ogres to send a letter, asking me to take care of you on her behalf. Besides, you have never been to Gorgrond, but I am very familiar with it."
"I'll go too!"
Maraad handed Nubodon to Eredath, and he said:
"We cannot allow you to walk alone. Even if we cannot help you fight, we can at least clear the obstacles for you. The elemental changes of Nagrand cannot be concealed from Warlock of Shadow Council. Those losers will not allow you to complete the forging of World Artifact so smoothly.
You need help."
"Let them follow you, Diakum."
Neri said:
"It is enough for Shattrath City that we are here. The Warriors here will go with us to Shattrath City's defense. This is K'ure Alliance's first gathering to fight. We will persist until you return with the hope of healing and victory. We will definitely be able to do it!"
"Then, let's set off now."
Diakum couldn't waste any more time. Before leaving, he took one last look at the Orcs on the shore with the pure Warsong Clan Battle Standard. He said:
"Has Garrosh made up his mind to attack Grommashar?"
"That's not a question of whether he wants it or not."
Nubodon whispered:
"A "civil war" has broken out in the ancestral land of the Warsong Clan. Without Grom Hellscream sitting there, the confrontation between the traditionalists Shaman and Felblood Orcs cannot be suppressed at all. I heard from the Shamans under Matron Geyah that Ner'zhul sent Shaman to secretly contact the Shamans of the Warsong Clan. If Garrosh does not come forward, I am afraid that Grommashar will be completely destroyed in the civil war.
You don't have to worry.
The three Warlord of Blackhand's Daughter are very powerful. They brought a team of nearly two thousand people to Griselda Mag'har Warrior, after the two sides merged, Garrosh already had enough military power to respond to the Shamans in Grommashar's ancestral land who were preparing to "rectify the chaos".
Burning Blade Clan's representative Chieftain Samuro has agreed to join Mag'har Clan. He will lead Sword Saint to Tanaan Jungle to harass and cut off War Horde's supply line.
The Orcss saw the outbreak of Magic Plague with their own eyes. They knew they had no way out, and they united."
"Hmm."
Diakum nodded and reminded Neri:
"Then in the name of the K'ure Alliance, apply to Great Prophet for the use of "Heart of Fury", one of Atama Crystal, and lend our diamond to Garrosh and his pure Warsong Clan. The sooner they resolve Warsong Clan's internal affairs, the more energy they can spare to support the front line."
"Instead of lending it out for a short period of time."
Neri narrowed his eyes and said:
"It's better to be a favor and go to the end! Give it directly to Garrosh himself and take it back after his death. The crystal that can inspire anger is a perfect match for Orcs Warrior like him. It can also be used to further eliminate the barriers between Draenei and Orcs.
It is impossible for Orcs, who values his vows as much as life, to violate the agreement, and giving it to him will ensure a smooth recovery."
"Yes, Orcs can live up to one hundred and twenty years old."
Nubodon said:
"It's just a blink of an eye for us, but it can bring us deeper cooperation and friendship between the two races. This is a good deal."
"You decide."
Diakum thought for a while, took out the Eye of the Storm diamond that he had been carrying, stuffed it into Neri and said:
"This crystal that can manipulate energy can also be used as a rare item. I can no longer use it. If we want to unite people, we should be more generous. Those crystals are not as useful in this world as these Guardian God Rings. Draenei can also get seven of them, which is enough for us to use."
He said goodbye to Neri and the new recruits, calling Sunwing to carry him into the air, while Rexxar drove the huge Sunfire Raven to follow behind with two new recruits.
Above the clouds, Diakum opened the box, reached out and took out a main ring and a matching secondary ring and checked them in his hands. The characters jumped and a panel appeared (see chapter remarks, future equipment descriptions are not in the text).
"It's very powerful, but not powerful enough. It's like an untempered blade that still needs the final step of smelting."
Diakum shook his head. He put the ring, which was forged like the sun, back into the box. He looked at the Titanforged Runes polished and inlaid on the ring surface using the most authentic Eredar craftsmanship., he knew how much effort all members of the K'ure Alliance put in to forge these things, and Ogres and Arakkoa even took out all their family heirlooms.
This is not just a box of artifacts.
Just as Matron Geyah said, what Diakum holds in his hands is the future of this world.
Light but heavy.
"Call"
He let out a long breath, put the box close to his body, and looked at the Gorgrond sky in the distance, but in his heart were the compatriots who were infected with the disease and were suffering.
Vigilant There is a fire burning in my heart.
He will persuade Heart of Life of Draenor to help, but if that ancient, barbaric and vicious force does not intend to take into account the overall situation, then don't blame me for ending this matter with the "Fourth Scourge" method.
Anyway, old asss don't use peaceful means to complete the forging of artifacts.
Peace cannot be prayed for, not to mention that Dick also has a sword in his hand. Vigilant comes with sincerity, so now, Spriggans and your God, answer!