"The toxin of Nightmare Dragon is not as simple as Green Dragon Venom, but also contaminated by Fel. But don't worry about this part. Holy Light will protect King Llane from being overly poisoned by Fel.
The real problem is the same as what Archdruid said, which is to find a way to bring King Llane's spirit back from the nightmare."
Diakum, who received the news and came to the fortress, made a diagnosis.
His current situation was not very good, because he single-handedly continuously released Holy Light to rescue the dying people in the city, which was equivalent to turning himself into a node and giving Warriors a "blood lock", which caused Diakum to fall into the dilemma of Holy Power Pool drying up for the second time in a short period of time.
Hand of Fate has a duration.
After the enhanced state of infinite holy power ended, he still managed to hold on on his own for nearly thirty minutes, until the large-scale battle in the city was completely over.
But that's not a bad thing.
Diakum can clearly feel that his weakness is recovering. Counting the time, it has been more than 20 days since he defeated Dark Titan Mortal realm, and his strength should be slowly recovering.
He was relieved at this moment that not only had Stormwind survived the first battle, but even King Llane had not had his heart taken out. Although the king's condition was indeed not good at this time, near death was much better than real death.
As long as people are alive, there is always hope.
He looked at the Emerald Dagger handed over by Garona. After identifying it, Vigilant frowned and said:
"This toxin does not look like a substance refined from ordinary Nightmare Dragon venom. The amount of Nightmare Power contained in it is a bit excessive."
"Haha, this is obviously an "invitation"."
Shadow Word whispered in his ear:
"It seems that the assassination of Kargath Bladefist is also part of the plan of some "big shots". You already know that ordinary green dragons cannot cure Llane at all, and you are smart enough to predict what will happen next.
This unique nightmare poison will eventually attract the attention of leader Green Dragon Legion, and once Ysera the Dreamer comes to the Eastern Continent in person, things will turn out to be quite "exciting".
But we don't care about the fate of the Green Dragon, nor the future of the Human King country. What we are really curious about is, Diakum, noble Vigilant, will you allow this conspiracy to continue to ferment?
Terrible things are happening before your eyes, and if you choose to let them happen, the kindest dragon queen in the world will suffer.
Is this what your Holy Light taught you?"
"Where are we now?"
Diakum looked at the poison-smeared dagger in front of him and said:
"Ysera is destined to have a rough fate. You can't even imagine the bad things she would have suffered in "normal" history. I think that letting Nightmare Tyrant act will most likely not make her future worse, and you can't kidnap me morally for this reason.
What's more, my intervention was ineffective.
Even without Llane's poisoning, Nightmare Tyrant would have thought of other means to lure the green dragons here. It was once their leader, and it knows Emerald Dragonflight's behavior style very well."
"Huh, you can convince yourself like this, but in our eyes, this is sin, and you, who are pure and innocent, will be tainted by this."
Shadow Word sarcastically said:
"When the light is mixed with that ray of shadow, can it still be called light? Or is it that you have stepped into the mud and kept sinking, but you are still anesthetizing yourself and not falling?"
Dick waved his hand, as if to disperse the shadows surrounding him. He called on the holy flame to incinerate and purify the emerald dagger, and then handed it to Ms. Parsonia who had just stopped bleeding next to him.
He said:
"You may wish to keep it."
"Yes, I'll keep it."
Pasonia said dumbly:
"One day, I will insert it into that Green Skins bastard's eye with my own hands!"
"But before that, you have the opportunity to change into this powerful fist blade. Use Shattered Hand's weapon to kill Shattered Hand's Chieftain. This is called revenge!"
Yrel looked at the traces of the tragic battle in the hall, then glanced at Ms. Parsonia's severed palm, and finally carefully looked at Black Fist Blade placed aside.
This thing is the "famous weapon" of Kargath·Shattered Hand. Although it may not be recorded on "Draenor Weapon Compendium", there is no doubt that it can follow Kargath in Draenor for many years and build up a lot of reputation. This thing is absolutely extraordinary.
However, the fist blade used by Orcs is a bit huge and ferocious compared to the size of Pasonia.
"Dick, those elves are leaving."
Neri walked into the room and whispered to Diakum:
"Ms. Dejana has something to say to you, maybe a farewell or a warning. Master Arantien has also rushed over."
"Hmm."
Vigilant nodded. He stood up a little weakly and was supported by Neri. He then glanced at Varian Wrynn and his haggard mother who were crying beside his father's bed.
He did not come forward to comfort her, but turned back and left the room very calmly.
For a person like Varian, he is destined to encounter many hardships in his life. This may be just the beginning, just like a piece of Titan Divine Iron being put into a forge for tempering. If it can withstand the pressure, it will naturally become a peerless sword. If it cannot withstand the pressure, it will become a waste.
He has great confidence in this child.
When they left Stormwind Keep, they happened to meet Lothar who was returning in a hurry. The latter heard about the assassination of Llane, and his face was full of anxiety. After listening to Diakum's brief description, Lothar asked:
"Where can Eastern Continent find the green dragon? I will set off immediately to seek medicine for Llane."
"You are not needed. The Druids have already sent the message. Their contact with the Green Dragon is very close. In addition to the invasion of Green Skins and the appearance of the ancient Anti-Demon Crusade in Stormwind, maybe Kaldorei Moon Goddess Kingdom will send someone over soon."
Dick patted Lothar on the shoulder, gathered some Holy Light to heal his wounds, and said:
"Your next diplomatic burden is very heavy, Lothar, and I may have to leave Stormwind Kingdom temporarily. The flow of destiny here has passed its most rapid turn, and you can bear the next soothing wind on your own.
We Draenei also have our own plans in this world, and it's time for me to return to the interests of my people."
"Well, I should have said more, but now I can only wish you a safe journey."
Lothar bowed, Dick laughed dumbly and said:
"It's not that fast. We have to send Varian, the special envoy of the Stormwind Kingdom, back to Draenor first, so if you plan to prepare an exquisite farewell blessing, you still have time.
Don't worry, Lothar.
Llane Although His Majesty is miserable, please believe me, the king's fate has passed the most dangerous turning point, and what he sees next will be a miracle."
Vigilant waved goodbye and summoned Sunwing and Neri before taking off and went to the city gate of Stormwind. After flying high into the sky, Dick asked in a low voice:
"Have you sent that "thing"?"
"Hmm!"
Neri nodded seriously.
She did not participate in the Stormwind war, but stayed in Tomb of Sargeras and Aegwynn just made a guest appearance as a "courier" to Draenor. In fact, she only returned here twenty minutes ago.
She whispered to Diakum:
"We personally handed "Him" into the hands of Velen and Hutton. Great Prophet was going to use the eternal shell of Immortal to disguise Him. Because the stay was short, I didn't have time to say much. I just followed your instructions and asked them to transfer "Him" to the roots of World Tree Taya'la first.
With the help of World Tree's life breath to suppress the dark power within it, Lady Kara and old Velen will work together to refine "him" with Holy Light. At the same time, our technicians will also try to transform it into a form more suitable for Argus Lord's use."
"Well, then you will be the liaison officer in this matter."
Dick said to Neri:
"I'm going to focus on something else next."
"Okay, but I have to follow you to prevent you from causing anything dangerous again."
At Vigilant's lovely old request, the two landed outside the collapsed city gate, next to the Mirror Lake that reflected the light of the silver moon, where the ancient warriors were making their last prayers in the mortal world.
To Diakum's surprise, some High Elf mages also joined them.
"Quel'Thalas There are a small number of elves who still maintain the faith of Elune. There are really only a small number of them and they are already the standard for pan-believers. After all, the mainstream here is Arcane Magic."
General Lirath saw Saint's doubts, and she explained in a low voice:
"But after tonight's epic battle, I estimate that Elune's faith may set off a small wave of resurgence in Quel'Thalas. After all, not many of the current High Elf have experienced War of the Ancients, let alone fought against the devil with the warriors of those years."
"What's with that bird on your shoulder?"
Neri and General Lirath maintain a wonderful "cooperation and competition" relationship, probably because they are both military commanders who were hunters, and they are both "old women". She stared at the moon-colored owl standing on General Lirath's shoulder and said doubtfully:
"Isn't this the scouting pet of Huntress Commander Ms. Kasparlian?"
"Yes, that commander was a colleague of my grandfather and had fought together. She was my senior. After learning that I was the contemporary head of Windrunner, Ms. Kasparlian left "Moon Claw" to me."
Ranger General glanced at Sunlight Eagle"Holy Sun" on Neri's shoulder. She stretched out her hand to tease the spiritual owl sentry on her shoulder and said:
"Moon Claw is a brave raptor lord. It does not intend to return to the world of death now. It is more eager to make up for the battles it missed during its ten thousand years of slumber."
"Hmph, then keep it away from my Holy Sun."
Neri complained:
"The spiritual owl will be melted by the light of the sun from Sunlight Eagle."
"Moon Claw is the raptor blessed by Moon Goddess. Its cold moon light will also let your damn flame crow know what fear is! I ask you, has the silver moon emblem on the hilt of my sword been melted by your bird?
Did it do it on its own, or did you instruct it?"
"Haha, what do you think?"
The dispute between the two old hunters made Dick sigh. It was not convenient for him to participate in the dispute between the hunting masters, so he stepped forward with his cane and found the high priest Dejana who was leading the ancient warriors to pray to Elune by the lake.
The latter's spirit body is already very weak, which means that she will soon go to Ardenweald.
Dawn is coming, and the spirit body that has lived for thousands of years will finally be free.
"I know this is presumptuous, but Diakum the Saint, I have something important that I hope you can help with."
High Priestess of the Moon stood up and said to Dick:
"I learned about the current situation of the Kaldorei country from little Nasa. Although the departure of High Elf is regrettable, what makes me happy is that Lord Kur'talos and Malfurion Archdruid still maintain precious unity among the people, but hidden dangers do exist.
The "Nightsworn" and "Tyrande" sisters we personally created have become an unstable factor."
"I am willing to help noble people like you, Ms. Dejana, but it concerns one Night Warrior. Do you think too highly of me?"
Vigilant sighed and said:
"Even if I attack in my strongest form, I estimate that your Nightsworn Execute will take less than half a minute. It was you and others who personally shaped Night Warrior, you should know that it is the unstable "Lesser God", a direct extension of the dark rage of White Lady, and the true "Hand of Elune".
For mere mortals like you and me, that's a really scary concept."
"Yes, I know, it is difficult for Material World to find an individual who can suppress her, but Elune also gave our sister Maiev the oracle."
Dejana said seriously:
"Since Star Hunter Illidan has been traveling among the stars for thousands of years, it proves that Moon Goddess's guidance is by no means aimless. I have met Illidan, and I know his character. If he was sure that he could not find valuable items, he would not waste such a long time in the sea of stars.
He must have discovered something.
You are the mortal person who has the closest connection with Holy Light that I have ever seen or heard of. If there comes a day when my people need to seal Nightsworn again, I hope you can help us.
Although I have nothing to offer, I believe that His Majesty Kur'talos and Stormrage Brothers will give everything they can to repay your help."
Diakum fell silent.
It wasn't that he was unwilling to help, but Dejana's words suddenly gave him an "inspiration".
After hesitating for a moment, Dick looked around, used his spirit to connect to Ms. Dejana's spirit body, and said:
"To be honest, during my 20,000-year sleep, Holy Light once revealed some truths about Night Warrior to me.
Nightsworn is not the first Night Warrior in the physical universe, but she is indeed the first Night Warrior to inherit the dark rage of Elune and survive. The remaining Night Warrior will go to Shadowlands to continue their destiny when they die.
You are also going to the world of the dead, so if you really want to help poor Tyrande, maybe you can try in another way.
We have a "sinner" currently within the territory of Land of the Dead's Maldraxxus.
If you make up your mind, find a way to contact him!
But remember, becoming Night Warrior is not a good memory, and those deceased Lords of the Black Moon are unlikely to help so easily, and they may not even continue to believe in Elune."
"This"
Dejana was startled, but then she realized that this was indeed another way to help Tyrande.
Tyrande Whisperwind, who was still very young back then, was willing to sacrifice herself for the survival of the world. That child knew what it meant to become Nightsworn, but she still resolutely completed the ceremony.
Azeroth owes her so much. If he can really help, Dejana, the high priest who personally presided over Black Moon Ritual, will definitely do his best.
Soon, dawn arrived.
When the first ray of morning light tore through the thick Nightfall and shone on the Stormwind woodland, those ancient spirits Dispersion emerged into the sunlight one after another. They chanted Elune's name and ended their last battle.
But the ancient Battle Standard has been preserved, and it seems that it was specially left by the ancient warriors to the warriors of Stormwind.
And it's not just Battle Standard that has been retained.
Diakum looked at the Ghost Saber left by the high priest Dejana in surprise. He stepped forward to touch it. The moment his fingertips touched it, the loyal spirit Zhanhu turned into a ray of light and merged into his hand, and then a prompt popped up:
"[Holy Warsteed/Psychic War Horse Hidden Legendary Appearance·Swift Spectral Tiger (Spirit Frost Blade War Tiger)] has been obtained!
Tip!
This legendary vehicle can only run on the ground, and its speed on the ground is as fast as the wind.
This legendary vehicle is in ghost form, allowing its driver to roam in places where the living cannot set foot.
This legendary vehicle has a ferocious temperament and has a certain "intimidation and repulsion" effect on most Undead, but because it is too precious, it will also attract the covetousness and robbery of powerful Undead."
"Okay, mount +1, but it's not an ordinary mount +1."
Diakum blinked, opened his arms in the sun's rays, and with a smile on his face, he shouted in his heart:
"I! Grand Lord Diakum! I am also a rich man who owns Spectral Tiger! I like this copy of "Battle of Stormwind". The rewards for clearing the level are so generous."
Brightwood, in a remote dense forest near Stranglethorn Vale, this place is called "Vulgol Ogre Mound" in official history.
Of course, now Ogres is staying under the command of the ambitious Warlord Margok, working for the rise of the Gorian Empire, and they will not come to Azeroth to breed and breed, at least there is no sign of this yet.
But this remote mountainous area Brightwood already has "residents".
The local gray wolves gather abnormally here. They hunt in groups nearby but dare not approach the caves in the mountains. The more powerful creatures that coexist with the wolves live in them. They still maintain the habits of humans, using some cloth and leather to make simple armors for themselves, and even search for weapons to arm themselves.
There are not many of them yet, but there are already nearly a hundred people.
They are led by a powerful Graymane Worgen. He is currently in the deepest part of the cave, kneeling down and praying to a statue he carved out with his claws, but that is not the image of White Wolf God, but the holy statue of Church of the Holy Light.
Even though he has turned into a werewolf, he still believes in Holy Light.
Behind him, some werewolves in the form of spellcasters were busy. The cave was full of seriously injured people they brought back from the battlefield of Stormwind. The most noble one among them was receiving the blessing of White Wolf God and experiencing painful physical changes.
Holy Light and the power of the wolf god kept fighting back and forth for this soul in his body, and the collision of the two forces made him miserable.
"Haha."
Low laughter sounded in the cave, but the werewolves couldn't hear it.
Black Wolf God Lycantos was squatting in the corner of the cave, watching with interest the human in front of him being transformed into a werewolf. Opposite it, White Wolf God Goldrinn was also squatting there like a mirror image.
The appearance of the two giant wolves is almost identical, only the color of their fur is different, one is pure black and the other is pure white.
"My hunting pack has lost."
Lycantos said:
"But I was not defeated by your hunting group, Goldrinn, did I feel wrong? You are so weak after ten thousand years, why did you choose a hunting group again? Where is your bravest hunting group? Where is your bravest alpha wolf?
Why don't you release them and let them harness your wild fury to defeat me with ease?"
White Wolf God does not answer.
Maybe he is too lazy to answer, or maybe he is disdainful to answer.
Its aloof attitude made Black Wolf God helpless. When it turned into a shadow Dispersion, Lycantos sarcastically said:
"You're scared! You've become more cautious, Goldrinn. You seem to realize that you have made a mistake, so you are particularly cautious in selecting your hunting group this time. But how much time do you think I will give you to let your hunting group slowly multiply?
Hehe, that idiot Zuluhed obviously has his own plan. The intensity of the confrontation between Orcs in Elwynn Forest and Human King countries will slow down, which means that I can finally focus on the fight with you.
Goldrinn.
Hope you and your hunting pack are ready!
You know, what I want is not victory, and what you should fear is not failure."
Black Wolf God left, and White Wolf God finally no longer remained aloof.
Its blood-colored eyes reflected its own weak hunting group, and it knew that this pitiful size was far from being able to withstand the hunting group that Lycantos had spent ten thousand years shaping and its chosen vanguard.
It is the shadow of one's own strife.
It possesses almost all of its abilities, and now it can use the purification of death to fade away the mixed Fel and life. It will continue to draw strength from death and eventually have strength that surpasses itself.
This can't go on like this!
Goldrinn stared at Bolvar Fordragon who was struggling on the stone platform.
It stepped forward and stretched out its claws to gently press Paladin's forehead. As if discarding a useless thing, with its claws waving, Holy Light was driven out of his body.
Holy Light Force is very strong, but that does not mean that Bolvar Fordragon is very strong.
This man with full potential should not become Paladin at all. He is full of revenge, and his own strength is more suitable for him!
Goldrinn thought about what it had seen these days, and realized that if it had been confined to the mainland Southern Borderlands, it would be impossible for its hunting group to grow rapidly anyway. However, Stormwind Kingdom was not the only one facing the threat of war at this time.
The white wolf's bloody eyes looked north.
There are humans there too, and they are also facing an imminent invasion, the devil! Yes, the devil's eyes have fallen on the land where Arathor Empire once stood.
maybe
Goldrinn thought that it should adopt some "necessary tactics".