Chapter 334 24. Ah, Go'el, my highness, may the glory be yours
After the moon rose tonight, Go'el's elemental blessing ceremony kicked off with the Orcs Shaman's fierce war dance in a clan style.
Not only the human commanders were invited here today, but also Light Weaver Warband officers were invited to watch the ceremony. Not only Eredar, but also Tauren members of the Sunwalker clan also came to join in the fun.
Diakum regarded this as a "Orcs intangible traditional culture" performance. When they saw Gaiara also wearing a set of wolf skin armor and a distinctive white wolf helmet, the young people Yrel and Orcs all cheered.
So cool, sister!
The two Black Wolf heads on your shoulders are so handsome, but will this offend Black Wolf God Lycantos?
After all, it feels a bit provocative to wear a battle armor made of someone's blood wolf skin so openly.
The Orcss shouted in support, and everyone was very happy. After experiencing the "Devil Blood Corruption", the Orcss cherished this ancient tradition too much. The One Unfortunately, Garrosh is still in the recovery period after Lightforging, and stayed in Northshire Abbey to adapt to the new power, so there is no way to come over.
But it doesn't matter, Yorin Death-Eye is holding a magic stone to record this scene, and take it back to Garrosh to see.
Although it's hard to say Little Hellscream's emotional line in this timeline, it's certain that there aren't many choices left for him at the moment, either Gaiara or Griselda, but the latter only has the power inherited from the Blackhand family in his heart, so for Garrosh, perhaps becoming Go'el's "brother-in-law" is the best ending.
As for Agna in the official history.
He is just ordinary friends with Garrosh now, and he is learning Shaman spells from Nagrand and Matron Geyah. It is said that he is loved and valued by Matron.
"The Shaman tradition of Orcs is slightly different from our Tauren, but they are generally the same."
The Sunwalker Tauren people gathered together to discuss this set of rituals. Their Chieftain big black bull Dezco introduced to the two Orc Blademaster friends beside them:
"You Orcs respect wolves, but we Bloodhoof Tauren admire Kodo even more, that is Earth Mother's strongest child, The antlered bull of the Highmountain Tribe worships the Wings of Storm Ohn'ahra. It is said that our ancestor Yaungol worships Primordial Fire. There used to be a belief in the God of Fire."
"Animism, we Orcs also experienced that period, but later everyone started to believe in elements."
Lantresor, who was carrying Battle Standard on his back, leaned on his sword and admired the traditional-style war dance in front of him. He joked to Tauren:
"And you still believe in Holy Light. I think you are a bit pragmatic and believe in whatever is powerful."
"Lantresor, this is about other people's beliefs, don't comment so casually."
Samuro was a little serious, worried that his friend would say the wrong thing, but Dezco waved his hand to show that it didn't matter, after all, that's what Tauren is like.
The big black bull wearing a set of Army of the Light standard armor touched the sacred contract on his waist and said seriously:
"Vigilant teaches us that righteous faith is never afraid of slander and debate. Only narrow beliefs will remain stagnant. But speaking of which, aren't you two planning to spread the Sword Saint way in Azeroth?
Why has there been no movement?"
"That's his idea. After the demon invasion is over, I will return to Draenor to preside over the reconstruction of Vahalor Holy Land."
Samuro shook his head and said:
"Lantresor wants to build his own clan in Azeroth, which is understandable. Draenor is a "sad place" for him."
"Fart!"
Half Orc Blademaster moved his shoulders unhappily and said:
"I'm just saying that Azeroth has a lot of potential, but it doesn't mean that I have to give up my "Righteous Blade" clan's claim to Draenor!
Now that Dark Portal has stood, the connection between the two worlds will not be suddenly interrupted. My clan will develop in both worlds at the same time. One day, I will challenge you and declare the fall of the Burning Blade Clan with my sharp blade.
Vahalor can also become Holy Land for the Righteous Blade Clan."
"You guys, shut up! The ceremony is about to begin."
Griselda turned around and scolded:
"Mag'har Orcs must respect tradition, do you understand? You are all from the clan Chieftain, so you can take the lead to some extent!"
"Hey."
Lantresor didn't like this girl Orcs who was full of power, but he and his companions did shut their mouths and looked towards the bonfire. At this time, Gaiara, who had completed the blessing war dance, took his younger brother from his mother's arms.
She held up Go'el with both hands, and as the elements called, visions abounded.
The flames of the bonfire dance into strange shapes, and the three ritual stones gather the elemental illusions of wind, earth and water respectively, representing that the elements are watching here.
"Frostwolf Clan humbly requests the elements of this world, please bless this child! Please use the power of the elements to reveal his future."
When Galaya called with Orcish, a strong wind suddenly rose, the flames of the bonfire boiled, and even the earth began to shake, and the river not far away also made noises.
This vision amazed the human and elf mages present, and the dwarf drunkards who also had the Shaman inheritance exclaimed that the elements had appeared.
"Something's wrong!"
Next to Diakum, Draenei element master Nubodon frowned and whispered to Vigilant:
"The gathering of elements is a bit too fast. I can feel a huge force approaching here."
"It doesn't matter."
Dick waved his hand and said:
"Azeroth's Elemental Realm is still stable. Although Star Soul said that he will try to release the ancient elemental realm that has been imprisoned for tens of thousands of years, the process is not that fast. At least there will be no danger tonight."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wind Elementals, the most agile of the four elements, was the first to respond.
Amid the exclamations of the crowd, bursts of muffled thunder appeared in the sky above today's Westfall. Amid the howling wind, a huge elemental illusion appeared in the eyes of mortals. It was a powerful Wind Elementals giant, holding a Thunder sword, and also wearing a strange crown and shoulder armor. It looked majestic.
"Oh my God!"
Kurdran·Wildhammer shouted:
"It's Wind Lord Al'Akir! The master of the violent winds in the world, the Lord Wind Elementals, personally came forward to bless the Orcs baby."
"More than that, what's wrong with your eyes? Have you drunk too much? Look at the river. The Lord of Elements has also appeared there!"
A Mag'har Shaman shouted after him.
In the waves of the river rolling and converging into whirlpools, the illusion of a giant shaped by flowing water also appeared, holding a torrent trident. The most anthropomorphic face was full of curiosity and wonder, seeming to be surprised by the elemental talent of this Orcs baby.
Orcs people believe that Shaman is the "fifth element". This theory is correct, so those Shaman people with outstanding talents can always get the exaggerated preference of the elements.
After Tidehunter Neptulon's vision also appeared, the earth shook and earth and rocks were built, allowing Stone Mother Therazane to appear and bless him.
Finally, under the subtle gaze of Prince Kael'thas who came to watch the ceremony, the flames in the bonfire expanded and exploded, allowing the most violent and powerful Fire Lord·Ragnaros to emerge from the fire.
The scene where the kings of the four elements appeared in unison made the spectators confused. Even Gaiara, who presided over the ceremony, was a little confused.
She had always known that her brother was the genius Shaman, but it was not until this moment that she had a clear understanding of how strong Go'el's talent was.
Can you actually disturb the Lord of the Four Elements during the blessing ceremony?
Brother, what kind of "innate elemental holy body" are you?
"Such an amazing elemental blessing. It seems that even if I don't show up today, Drak'Sul will have to go through the elemental level first if he wants to harm Go'el."
Diakum sighed:
"This little guy is protected by the elements. They regard him as their friend and future Shaman leader. It's really an exaggeration. The Shaman ways of Draenor and Azeroth are about to rise again. The oldest power will inevitably reach a higher peak under the leadership of Go'el."
"Warlord Margok's expression doesn't look very good."
Neri whispered:
"Then Ogres is only thinking about rebuilding Gorian Empire, and he might want to play Blackhand."
"It doesn't dare. Mar'gok is a smart man. It will not take the risk of offending the four elements and Draenor World Will to harm a future leader who may become an ally."
Vigilant shook his head and said:
"As for whether Gorian Empire can rise, I think Mar'gok may not care as much as it appears on the surface. This guy is essentially a selfish guy. Between the rise of the empire and personal strength, it will choose the latter without hesitation.
Besides, the lazy and rough nature of the Ogress makes it difficult for them to have a long-term unified regime.
It is impossible for Mar'gok not to know this, so for it "Rebuilding the Empire" is more of a slogan to unite Ogres. By the way, I heard Archbishop Akama who came here this time say that something strange happened deep in the Zangar Sea?"
"Yes, an island is rising from the sea."
Neri said:
"It is said that the roots of World Tree Taya'la penetrated into the core of the star and caused changes in the earth's crust, allowing the continent that sank into the Zangar Sea to see the light of day again in ancient times.
We organized Shaman to go over and check it out, and concluded that the area of that continent is estimated to be no smaller than the current Draenor continent, but it is full of Sporelings and Ancient Abyss Walkers as well as dangerous silt swamps.
It was a truly primitive continent, just as difficult to open up as Farahlon. Except for the rough-skinned and thick-skinned Ogres and Spriggans, that place hardly welcomed other life forms.
I estimate that after Mar'gok "returns to the country", it will start to attack the New World. It can completely rebuild its Ogre Empire in the unowned land. Other races welcome this move with both hands. After all, Ogres is a bit too aggressive.
But, is the elemental king of Azeroth so gentle?
They just show up and don't intend to say or do anything?"
"It's not that they don't want to, Archbishop, they can't."
Oreses explained:
"Elemental Realm is still blocked. These elemental kings can only appear in Material World in the form of elemental projections. But even so, the relationship between the four guys is very tense. I can see with my naked eyes the grudges between them.
They all blessed Go'el, which means that Go'el will not only lead Orcs in the future, but also coordinate the forces among the elements in Azeroth.
He is destined to travel between two worlds, this is the boy's destiny."
The elemental kings appeared here to complete their blessings and then disappeared again. Perhaps they even cursed each other with "elemental curse words" when they appeared, but that was obviously not something that mortals could hear.
When the blessing ceremony ended and the illusion brought by the four elements Dispersion subsided, Gaiara, who was covered in cold sweat, tremblingly returned her brother to her mother. She had been under great pressure just now and now urgently needed to take a rest.
But Ms. Draka will be filled with pride.
She knew that both her daughter and son were promising, especially little Go'el, who was so majestic at such a young age, which meant that Orcs would not behave like a king, otherwise her son would definitely become the real "King of Orcs" in the future!
The One Unfortunately, her mother-in-law does not allow her to take care of the child.
Matron Geyah wants Go'el to go to Garadar to grow up in the traditional Shaman way, which makes Draka a little dissatisfied. The Orcs heroine would rather Go'el stay in Frostfire Ridge's hometown and enjoy an "interesting childhood".
In response, Durotan Chieftain expressed that he was not willing to participate in this damn "mother-in-law and daughter-in-law conflict" at all!
That thing is a problem that is difficult to solve in all the worlds, and it is not something that he, a razor-sharp Chieftain, should consider.
But in addition, tonight's blessing ceremony was very successful. The presence of the Four Elements King made the organizer's face bright and the spectators enjoyed the excitement. The Orcs style barbecue party that followed was even more enjoyable for the guests and hosts.
In this turbulent era, everyone really needs a little relaxation and leisure time, and the party doesn't end until midnight.
Lieutenant Edras Blackmoore, who had sworn to Holy Light not to drink alcohol, endured his alcohol addiction and did not break his abstinence. After the ceremony, he was helped back to the temporary tent by his secretary, Mr. Tamis.
He did not forget about business and handed the document he had written before to his servant.
"You are free, Tamis."
The lieutenant sat beside the bed, smiled at the clerk in front of him and said:
"In the past, I wasn't particularly nice to your family. The main reason was that my family was in a poor state and we were barely making ends meet. You were aggrieved by following me. But it's fine now. You have been favored by a foreign noble and will be taken to live in Draenor.
It's much safer there than Azeroth, just live a good life there, I don't have anything to give you."
He took out a small package, handed it to Mr. Tamis, and said:
"This is the last gold coin I took with me when I left home. You can take it with you for the journey."
"We can't have it, Lieutenant."
Although Mr. Tamis's level as a secretary is not too high, he still has a bit of "intellectual" dignity. He took the family's deed and resolutely refused the gift.
He said emotionally:
"You are also valued by Marshal Lothar. You will be the one who will lead troops in the future. You will need a good set of armor and a good horse. You need the money more than we do. We will definitely meet again in the future, Lieutenant.
If you hadn't taken us to Dalaran, we wouldn't have been able to come here and encounter such a good thing.
Your kindness will be remembered by our family."
"Blackmoore Lieutenant? Have you rested?"
There was a Orcs voice outside the tent. The lieutenant went out to take a look and found two big-bodied Frostwolf Orcs carrying a weapons box. They explained:
"These are the weapons and armors given to you personally by Mistress Draka and Durotan Chieftain. They are all high-quality goods from Draenor. Mistress also returns Say, if you encounter difficulties in Azeroth in the future, Frostwolf Clan will be happy to provide a shelter for your friends. If you are willing, you can always go to Frostfire Ridge for permanent residence.
No matter what trouble you encounter, Frostwolf Clan will protect you."
This gift and promise made the lieutenant feel more confident, and he even had an extra way out, which was the best blessing for someone who wanted to do something great.
After sending Mr. Tamis away, Blackmoore opened the weapon box and stroked the Draenei-style War Armor and Crystalcasting weapons. His heart was full of complicated emotions. This turn of events hit him on the head like a pie from the sky, allowing him to regain his confidence in the gloomy life.
He didn't drink at all today, but at this moment he laughed like he was drunk, and took out a handful of Draenei and Sapphire Hunting Rifle from the box and played with it in his hands.
"Don't touch that blue button! It's best to keep it in the off state when you're not using it to hunt enemies. It may take you a while to learn to operate this Arcanite Crystal weapon."
A gentle voice sounded from the dark night, causing the lieutenant to immediately stop touching the safety guard. He turned around and saw a black-haired human wearing a Priest robe standing by the tent and smiling at him.
He didn't know this person, but he had just seen Marshal Lothar and King Llane and they both respected this guy.
So he stood up and saluted.
"Do you believe in fate? Edras Blackmoore?"
Diakum accepted the lieutenant's courtesy calmly and asked:
"Do you think everything you have now was given by fate?"
"I"
The lieutenant wanted to answer that of course he trusted his orders.
But then I thought about it, that bitch of fate had not given me much benefit. When I was young, my family was ruined, and I worked hard but got no reward. After all, I am only a little lieutenant now.
However, he has obviously worked very hard.
Therefore, the lieutenant snorted and said with a hint of resentment:
"I don't believe it! Maybe it was fate that brought His Highness Go'el to me, but I got all this because I dared to fight Green Skins! I won this with my own hands and has nothing to do with fate."
"Okay! I like this answer."
Dick laughed, stepped forward and put his hand on Blackmoore's shoulder. Holy Light's surge healed the lieutenant's injuries and restored him to his healthiest state.
He said:
"Then go ahead according to your ideas. Maybe there will be a glorious page for you in the history of the Holy Arathor Empire in the future, but there is no need to chase Holy Light. Lieutenant, your mind is too complicated and not suitable for walking Holy Light Path."
After saying that, Diakum disappeared into the night with his hands behind his back.
This endless reminder made Lieutenant Blackmoore embarrassed. He returned to the tent and wanted to rest, but his mind was filled with the desire for merit, so he got up again and studied the terrain of the Redridge Mountains, thinking about how he should lead "Stonewall Brigade" to complete the battle there.
Finally, he savored the mysterious guy's reminder that he was not suitable for Holy Light Path, so where was his path?
Wait!
I heard that Stormwind just set up a shrine for Goldrinn, and werewolves are also supernatural creatures.
The werewolf's Life Force is very powerful. As long as he is not beheaded, he can still survive. He must live until he becomes successful and famous. So, is that mysterious guy actually hinting that he embraces the power of the wolf god?
Hmm, it sounds very reasonable. I am a Warrior, and the Wolf God likes Warrior!
"So, are we going to Draenor?"
On the way back to Stormwind, Arthas in the carriage looked at his sister and said curiously:
"But I think Stormwind is also very safe."
"It's just safe now. Master Antonidas told me yesterday that the demons have actually been trying to penetrate Stormwind, but they failed because of the protection of Light Weaver Warband."
Princess Calia explained patiently:
"If we continue to stay here, Sir Uther we will have to let the few knights protect us, but the knights should go to the battlefield to kill the enemy and win meritorious deeds.
Not only are we going there, Arthas, but also some civilians will follow us to take refuge in Draenor. Archbishop Akama said that their city welcomes us to stay temporarily. The generous Ms. Draka also said that Orcs will welcome human friends.
We can't continue to stay here and cause trouble to Marshal Lothar and King Llane. We have to do our own thing during the war.
Don't worry, it's not just us.
Kul Tiras's Prince Tanred and Queen Katherine will also come with us, and we will play the role of "Azeroth diplomats" there."
"Bang bang"
Suddenly there was a sound knocking on the carriage window, which made Princess Calia cautiously hold the lady's rapier next to her, but then she heard a low voice saying:
"Little Arthas, are you inside? Open the window quickly. I am your brother Varian. I have a gift for you."
"No! Varian's voice is not like this!"
Arthas pushed open the window and cursed, and then saw a tall young knight carrying an elf sword secretly taking off his helmet and winking at him.
"Wow, you've grown up all of a sudden!"
The little prince exclaimed:
"You are so strong now. What kind of magic is this?"
"Hey, you will know when you go to Draenor, brave little guy."
Varian handed a beautiful dagger to Arthas through the window and said:
"I know you are going to Draenor. When you get to Karabor Temple, apologize to Archbishop Yula for me. I ran back by myself, which must have made her very worried.
But Archbishop Yula is very chic and speaks nicely. She even took me to hunt demons with her. She is a very powerful friend. She will definitely take good care of you and sister Jialiya."
"Then can I become as strong as you?"
Arthas's eyes are full of desire.
Varian shrugged, thinking of the foreign sins he suffered at Spriggans, he curled his lips and said:
"You'd better not try it. It's a test that only real men can pass. You're too weak to complete Prosperity Ritual."
"Alas"
Princess Calia in the carriage covered her eyes in despair, she sighed and said:
"If you really didn't intend to let him touch those things, you shouldn't have said this. Now, my brother will have to suffer now."
"White Pawn! What are you doing?"
Windsor Commodore's feeble scolding sounded from the front, making Varian shrink his neck, quickly put on his combat helmet, and waved goodbye to Arthas and Jialiya.
He said seriously:
"I will definitely help you take back your hometown. It is the territory of humans. I will never allow the damn demons to wreak havoc there. I fought demons in Draenor, and I am not afraid of them! You can go home when you come back, I swear!"
"Then how about you wait until I come back to win the war?"
Arthas grabbed the dazzling Arakkoa dagger, which was as exquisite as a work of art, and lay beside the window and shouted to Varian:
"I will prove that I am also a man! You wait for me on the battlefield. I will come back soon. Then we will go to Lordaeron together! I also want to go to see my Father King amidst the flying petals of victory.
I promised him!"