Heavenly Whisper
"It's so miserable. It's all cooked."
That night, in Goldshire's military camp, Yrel, who had returned from the team, rushed to the casualty shelter to take a look, and saw Archbishop Benedictus walking out with a sad face. The archbishop drew the famous triangle Holy Crest on his chest while muttering incomprehensible words such as "too brave" and "the smell of barbecue".
Little Hoof sensed that something was wrong, so he looked inside again and found two Fireblade Blademasters standing at the door to watch.
"What's going on?"
Yrel asked, wagging his tail:
"They were fine when they entered the tower."
"Garrosh bravely faced fate!"
Sword Saint Samuro said seriously:
"He gave the monster Zuluhed a fatal blow before he could escape, and he suffered horrific injuries as a result."
"You can definitely speak human language!"
Another Sword Saint Lantresor leaned on his sword and curled his lips and said:
"Garrosh was roasted by Holy Light of Vigilant. That guy was too close to the core area of Solar Bombardment. He was not a Lightforged but he had to do what Lightforged should do.
This is called Recklessness!
That guy took his oath too seriously, and almost ended up risking his own life."
"You can't judge a Mag'har War Chief with great military exploits so casually! Lantresor, Garrosh may be young, but he is a role model for all Mag'har Orcs!"
Samuro retorted:
"He represents our spirit of resistance, and it was he who Execute Zuluhed laid the foundation for today's victory. He is a hero in two worlds."
Seeing the two Sword Saint good friends who were obviously on good terms but always quarreling quarreling again, Yrel sighed. She walked into the treatment center with the holy blade on her back, and saw Yorin Death-Eye sitting aside, receiving "treatment" from Light Weaver Warband's Artisan.
As for why a well-trained engineer was used to treat Orc Warlock, just look at his broken leg.
Yorin Death-Eye encountered a terrible monster in his nightmare, and he rushed out at the cost of a broken leg. However, young Mag'har Warlock did not feel humiliated by his disability, because the "Zuluhed's Skull" he was playing with was a real symbol of glory!
And he still has the Warlock magic sickle in his hand.
The most important thing is that with Light Weaver Warband's Xinghai black technology prosthetic body, Jorin's actions will not be greatly affected if he loses his leg.
"Are you sure you want to use this?"
When Yrel passed by him, he looked at the malicious sickle and commented:
"I don't even need to listen carefully, I can hear the soul of Zuluhed screaming in it. That might be your fate too, Jorin. This magic sickle will not have a mortal owner."
"Only one-third of the soul cannot be satisfied by evil things. Unfortunately, that bitch Zuluhed made preparations in advance. We failed to find his Soul Stone, but it doesn't matter."
While Yorin Death-Eye decorated the skull in his hand with Orcs's element tattoos, he allowed Lightforged Artisan to install the mechanical prosthetic leg for him, and waved his hand and said:
"You don't have to worry that this magic sickle will hurt me.
This time when I go back to Draenor, I will complete my "Bleeding Hollow Ritual". When I sacrifice myself, I will be able to see my death date with my own eyes. The fear of death will help me control Uthalesh's Scythe more safely. You don't have to worry, Commander Yrel."
Orc Warlock grinned, stretched out his hand and stroked the magic sickle, and said:
"Only if Zuluhed's soul is inside, we can seduce the last part of his consciousness to take the bait. This is a bait, just like fishing, you know? After I finish this hunt, I will hand over this dangerous magic sickle to Light Weaver Warband for disposal.
What is hidden in this thing is too terrifying. It has a terrible "ideal" that is obviously not something that an ordinary person like me can control.
Don't look at me as a Warlock, I cherish my life very much, I still have to rebuild Bleeding Hollow Clan, how can I have time to go and find my own death?"
"Huh, you better be like this."
Yrel gave a warning.
Then she continued to walk forward to Garrosh·Hellscream's hospital bed. Griselda Blackhand was also resting here. Blackhand's Daughter was fierce Damn it, in the previous battle that broke into Broken Dreams, this guy killed two Demon Lords by himself. He can be called the new generation of Mag'har "Female Head Chopper".
Of course, compared to Garrosh's brilliant record, she is obviously still a little behind.
"It's so familiar."
Yrel smelled a smell of barbecue that made her sick, and then she saw that Garrosh was covered in bandages almost all over her body, just like a mummy, with a pair of tightly closed eyes exposed.
She sighed and said:
"This injury is troublesome. If according to what they said, Garrosh suffered a blow from Vigilant head-on, then the additional damage caused by the burning of the holy flame will probably make him a cripple even if he wakes up."
"It's not that scary."
Griselda waved his hand and said:
"Garrosh can survive. I believe that the men in Hellscream's family are monsters, just like his father who has created miracles. Didn't Grom survive when Vigilant burned him into a skeleton?
This may be the fate of Warsong Chieftain.
However, I will have an idea now."
Blackhand's Daughter held her chin and rolled her eyes, looking at Garrosh who was wrapped like a mummy, she said to Yrel:
"When I was with Silithus, Garrosh admired you very much after seeing the fighting methods of Lightforged with his own eyes. He believed that the eternal war between Army of the Light and Burning Legion was the most perfect ending that Warrior could get.
I can tell he's not kidding!
Although this madman also wants to rebuild Warsong Clan from his father's fall, but for him personally, he really hopes to embrace that ending. The men of the Hellscream family are like this. They have enjoyed wars with the strong since his grandfather's generation.
I actually feel that it is a bit humiliating to let a promising Warrior like Garrosh be trapped in Draenor. I mean, it is better to take this opportunity and give him to Lightforging!
Let Garrosh become one of you!
In this way, he can not only embrace the endless war he longs for, but also become the legendary figure of Mag'har, and gain the power strengthened by Holy Light to make him more likely to challenge his father in the future."
Griselda shook his fist, shook his head, and said with regret:
"Although Garrosh has been fighting like crazy to tap his potential during this period, you and I both know that he cannot be Grom Hellscream's opponent. For someone like Zuluhed, Grom can kill him with just one axe, but Garrosh still has to lose half his life.
Although I don't know what Green Skins Horde of Burning Steppes is planning, the Warrior muscles in my mind are telling me that it won't be too long before they take action.
With Garrosh's current injury, it will take him a long time to heal, and he will definitely not be able to catch up with Grom in a life-and-death battle.
If he really missed that battle, this guy would regret it to death.
You see, there are really enough reasons, so don't hesitate, just Lightforging Garrosh tonight!"
After saying that, Blackhand's Daughter looked at Yrel with a serious face. Little Hooves did not answer, but after a moment, she stared at Griselda with strange eyes and said:
"Let me run through your thoughts. Apart from the seemingly reasonable reasons you mentioned above, what you really mean is to let Light Weaver Warband help you "get rid of" a competitor, right?
Are you so eager to take sole control of the Mag'har Clan?
Is this desire for power that even counts your own people inherited from Blackhand?"
"Hey, you guy!"
Griselda was shocked when Yrel revealed what he was thinking.
Alas, isn't it said outside that this Yrel is famous for liking to use Divine Storm instead of his brain to think? Why is he so smart all of a sudden?
This is wrong!
The muscles in your skull softened into your brain?
"What's that look in your eyes?"
Yrel snorted quite unhappily, crossed his arms and said:
"We are the Lightforged of Path of Light and Shadow! We know that power needs wisdom to guide and restrain it. I don't need to use my brain normally, but it doesn't mean that I am really brainless.
You are a bit too dangerous!
If I really let you take power, I'm afraid Draenor will never have peace."
"Hey, just tell me whether you want Lightforging Garrosh?"
Griselda stopped pretending, she spread her hands and said:
"I admit that I have my own selfish motives, but the fact is here, Garrosh must find a more effective way to seek growth in strength."
"What did you two say?"
Diakum's voice sounded from outside the door, and the two turned around to see Human Form's Vigilant holding their hands behind their backs, and the five Golden Little Angel strode in while humming the melody of Holy Song.
He also came to check on the situation of Garrosh.
"Everyone said that Zuluhed was the target of Guardians of Tirisfal's trial, but this reckless guy stepped in and executed an enemy that was not his. Grom really gave birth to a good child."
Diakum took one look at Garrosh's situation and knew it in his mind.
A "healing master" like him didn't need to take a pulse or cast a spell to know that if the injury were to be recuperated normally, even Orcs's exaggerated physique would take at least half a year to barely walk on the ground.
Diakum knows best what kind of power Solar Bombardment is thrown by himself.
As far as Little Hellscream is at the level of a legendary low-ranking player, his failure to transfer to the "futures dead man" position is already the result of Saint's mercy.
However, after listening to the descriptions of Griselda and Yrel, Diakum rubbed his chin and looked at Garrosh, who was taking in more air than coming out, and said:
"It's not impossible. If Garrosh is obsessed with "Warsong Oath", Lightforging is indeed a good choice to improve his strength, but I need to ask him for his own opinion.
After all, joining Light Weaver Warband means saying goodbye to worldly power."
"What about me?"
Hearing this, Yrel blinked and said:
"Can I step down as the next leader of the Draenei Clan in advance?"
"Oh, Eredar belongs to Eternal Life, so this article does not apply to you."
Diakum patted Yrel on the head and said:
"You will learn political methods from Lothar and Lion honestly. You will have to serve as the chief consul of the Draenei clan for at least three thousand years before you can step down. Then you can happily pick up your holy sword and fight demons or other hellish things.
It's your responsibility, Yrel.
You can't escape."
After saying that, Vigilant stretched out his hand and placed it on Garrosh's forehead. As Priest's Spirit Guidance was released, his consciousness entered Garrosh's spiritual world at this time very smoothly.
This scene is very similar to the scene when Medivh awakened Grom Hellscream, but the spiritual world of Little Hellscream is obviously not as "song of birds and flowers" as that of Old Hellscream.
Still on the prairie of Nagrand, but there are broken axes everywhere!
In the bloody sunset, Garrosh, covered in blood, was fighting desperately with a dark guy. Next to the broken axes, he died one after another. A cold wind blew by, causing the grass on the prairie to scatter, revealing the bodies hidden among them.
This was a battle that lasted for who knows how long, and Garrosh failed for who knows how many times, but he never won once.
"Ah, can today's young people build something in the underworld in their minds? You have to hone yourself in this underworld environment all day long, and constantly accept the education of setbacks. You will be damned if your strength can be properly improved."
Diakum covered his eyes in despair.
He raised his hand and whispered:
"If you continue like this, Grom Hellscream will become your nightmare! In your own spiritual world, you don't even dare to imagine that you can beat your father! With this kind of mentality, you will never even think about defeating him in this life."
"Buzz"
The bright light shone out, causing this spiritual world that was too hellish to collapse, and then Nagrand returned to the sunny spring during the reorganization of Vigilant.
The panting Garrosh turned around and looked at Vigilant. He staggered forward, the battle ax in his hand fell to the ground, and finally he knelt on the ground with a plop.
"I can't win."
He said hoarsely:
"I have tried countless times! I can't be that guy's opponent now. It may take me more than ten years to hone my martial arts and mental skills before I can challenge my crazy father when I am at my strongest.
But he won't give me that much time.
I can't win."
"I regret to tell you, Garrosh, that the "madman" you targeted, Grom Hellscream, is dead. Now that he has found the right moral principles, he is ten times more dangerous than before."
Diakum reached out and pulled the desperate Garrosh up from the ground. He said:
"There is indeed not much time left for you, so I ask you, do you want to use the power of Holy Light to release your potential in advance?"
"You mean Lightforging?"
Garrosh shook his head and said:
"I don't believe in Holy Light, how can I complete Lightforging?"
"Your understanding of Holy Light is too narrow, but considering that you are a Warrior, I can't be too harsh on you."
Vigilant shook his head and said:
"As long as you want to bring a pure mind to Mag'har Orcs and you are strong enough, and as long as you want to protect your people and the world from suffering the same tragedy, you can still complete Lightforging even if you do not believe in Holy Light.
That is a very idealistic force, Garrosh.
Holy Light doesn't even care whether you use his power to protect or fight. As long as your purpose of fighting is to protect those beautiful things, Holy Light will give you blessings.
There is also Warrior like you in Lightforged.
One of my disciples can even use Lightforged Body to cast shadow spells. Purpose and morality are the most important.
You are still one of the most powerful Warrior Draenor, but you are just burdened with Holy Light Proverb and have a few more constraints on your actions."
"That's it."
Garrosh nodded, thinking, and after a moment, he asked:
"So, can Lightforging fully unleash my potential?"
"It depends on the person. After all, people and their physiques cannot be generalized."
Diakum explained:
"But Lightforging Ritual will strengthen your individual life from the root, and it can definitely release your potential. If your morality is strong enough to move Holy Light, it will even give you the extra power to shake your heavy destiny, just like my "Hand of Fate".
But it's really hard to do that.
Precisely because He is idealistic, even if you can deceive yourself, you cannot deceive Holy Light."
"I don't need to cheat, and I don't bother to cheat."
Garrosh clenched his fists and shouted loudly:
"I don't want to miss the battle with Grom Hellscream, not just because of my oath. I have to defeat him to wash away the shame of Orcs. I also have to defeat him with my own hands so that he doesn't have to carry such a heavy guilt like a ghost, wandering in this world that does not belong to him.
Vigilant, I want my father to rest in peace!
That was my mother's last wish, Matron Geyah told me, she said that my mother never resented Grom Hellscream when she died, and I wanted to save him!"
"What a heavy wish."
Diakum nodded and said:
"Then let me complete Lightforging for you, Garrosh, Light Weaver Warband. You are welcome to join. If you desire the endless eternal battle, then I will bestow this honor on you.
May Holy Light bless you.
May Holy Light bless your father."
"What do you mean you are willing to give up the title of "Guardians of Tirisfal" to me?"
Also in Goldshire.
In the third-floor room of Lion's Pride Inn, Khadgar glared at Mar'gok and Kael'thas. He, who was taking care of his friends, clenched his fists and yelled in a hoarse tone:
"You two! What on earth do you think of the title of "Guardian" being exchanged and accepted privately? Bastard, is this something that can be bought and sold privately?
This is an honor!
This is a duty!
This is"
"Come on, Khadgar, don't be stupid and say this in front of me, it's just a job."
Mar'gok stretched out his hand and pressed Khadgar's shoulder. Wizard Head said earnestly:
"The reason why this name is so great is not because of the position, but because the previous guardians were all very honorable. Isn't your mentor Medivh a "different" guardian?
Can you say that his series of actions are great?"
"People are never noble because of their position, it is this inheritance that makes them noble!"
Kael'thas, who was still a little weak, also shook his head and said:
"If you have always had this mentality, Khadgar, then maybe you are not suitable to be Guardians of Tirisfal. If you always look at it with admiration, it will make you farther and farther away from the true meaning of the guardian.
Wizard Head is right, it's just a job.
For those who have strength and faith, they can become guardians even without the staff. This is why Warlord Margok and I want to discuss this matter with you.
We both have reasons to give it up voluntarily."
"And I'm not giving this precious opportunity to you, Khadgar."
Mar'gok snorted and said:
"I'm not as noble as you think. I gave it up in exchange for an opportunity. When I'm ready, you have to extract a part of Arcane's power from the holy staff to help me become a demigod in a "perfect" posture!"
"No way!"
Khadgar rubbed his neck and said:
"I wouldn't do such a thing!"
"Oh, okay then, then use your own hands to save people Northern Borderlands."
Wizard Head sneered:
"I want to see what you can do to practice your fierce protective heart without the power. Khadgar, you need this power!
Garona has told me that since you knew what happened to Northern Borderlands, you have been in severe anxiety these days. You have to support Kael'thas to get Staff of the Guardian because you know that Kael'thas will not let down this power."
"But instead of placing your desires on others, Khadgar, my friend."
Kael'thas said warmly:
"Why not hold the holy staff yourself and become the protector of mankind?
I am High Elf. I am not one of your tribe. I only have the obligation and mission to protect my people. And do you think it is a good thing to let me gain prestige in your country?
Marshal Lothar is about to start an operation to restore the country. As his subordinate Grand Magus, aren't you more qualified than me to be the patron saint of the Arathor Empire?
Take this deal! This isn't hurting you."
Speaking of this, Kael'thas lowered his voice and said:
"Another reason why I reached an agreement with Wizard Head is that I don't think the current Dalaran is qualified to take back the holy staff! You know better than me what is going on inside Dalaran. Why do you think Lady Aegwynn and Medivh took Guardian's Holy Staff away from there?
You are now a Wild Mage, Khadgar.
You are really the most suitable person to take over this responsibility right now. I think when Medivh left Karazhan to you, you should know that Medivh chose you as the next guardian.
He personally inspected you and felt that you were very suitable.
Therefore, you are also a part of Medivh's "Unity" plan! You don't have to be afraid of fate, because you are already in it!"