Exodar came in the starry night and arrived at the Thunder Falls dock outside Stormwind at noon. The hatch opened and the Army of the Light and Iron Horse Knights who had been brought back disembarked one after another. Some High Elf expeditioners also returned to the Eastern Continent.
After a fierce battle, they were in urgent need of rest, and some of the injured were carried off on stretchers to be sent to Northshire Abbey for recuperation.
The Light Weavers acted quickly to replenish various materials for the starship. The Mount Hyjal war lasted less than twenty hours, but because of its extremely high intensity, it consumed a huge amount of money, especially the various casting materials, healing potions, and spare weapons needed to release the Holy Light magic. The logistics officers were ordered to complete the supplies in a short time.
Next, Exodar will enter the sea of stars to conduct an ambush operation, and may also engage in exciting and wild gang-hopping battles.
Twins was left on the spacecraft to preside over these affairs, while Diakum got off the spacecraft and went straight to Northshire Abbey. He soon found old Velen who was discussing doctrine with Archbishop Faol.
Because Voros the Exalted and Diakum and the entire Light Weaver Warband ran to participate in the "Polluter crusade", so the old Velen passed Dark Portal arrived at the Stormwind Kingdom secretly. He took Holy Light Chosen and an elite Garrison Commander force to take over Light Weaver's defense against demon infiltration.
Although the main area of activity of the devil in the Eastern Continent is Northern Borderlands, in fact, due to the special nature of the Stormwind Kingdom, the devil has never stopped infiltrating here.
In just the past few days, Holy Light Chosen has dug out more than a dozen hidden demons in Stormwind, most of which are succubi who are good at disguise and some subordinate Nathrezim. Even a small group of the Burning Legion worshipers related to the local Warlock has also been dug out.
It can only be said that since Diakum and Draenor reorganized Assassin Court and Judgment Court, the development of the Draenei Clan, the "special force for hunting down demons", has been getting better and better.
"You are back, you look very tired, Diakum, are you anxious about the war?"
Velen saw Diakum approaching in a hurry, and immediately stood up to greet him. Archbishop Faol next to him also responded with religious etiquette. Dick did not hide anything, and briefly described the whole process of Mount Hyjal's battle to the two of them.
After hearing that Kaldorei sacrificed their own World Tree and Eternal Life to kill Great Demon Lord, Velen and Fao immediately sighed with emotion at the great character of Night Elf.
Especially Velen.
As the leader of the exiles, Great Prophet is very aware of the destructive power of Great Demon Lord, so in his heart, the masked Kaldorei have become a symbol of "noble character".
Well, except for some of Kaldorei's ideas, this view is not a big problem. After all, adults must learn to ignore their intentions and deeds when doing things.
"Marshal Lothar and some commanders will stay in Mount Hyjal for a period of time to complete the first diplomacy with Kaldorei."
Dick said to Archbishop Faol:
"You don't have to worry too much about his safety. In a week at most, the marshal will return to the Stormwind Kingdom with news of victory, but the war over there at the Redridge Mountains...:"
"All the best!"
Alonsus Faol The archbishop made a triangle Holy Crest on his chest and said with a smile on his face:
"With the protection of Holy Light, our warriors, under the leadership of His Majesty Llane, have forcibly conquered Lakeshire and successfully recovered Lakeshire, Deadwind Pass and Brightwood. The Warriors also went to the Redridge Mountains to support them after dispelling their respective hidden dangers.
Seventy thousand members of Kingdom Warrior have gathered there, and conquering Stonewall Keep is just around the corner.
Perhaps by the time Marshal Lothar returns, Stormwind Kingdom's territory will have been conquered.
I heard that His Majesty Llane plans to build a new city at the northern end of Black Morass outside the Redridge Mountains. The city named "Watch Keep" will be erected in the area of "Light-Sculpted Hills" that was born from your holy relics. It will become the new frontier of the Stormwind Kingdom.
This is a true joy."
The archbishop sighed again, twirled the Rosary Beads in his hand, and said:
"But after the Stormwind Kingdom's war risks are eliminated, we will set our sights on the north. I heard that the situation there has become more and more dangerous. I will set off soon to return to Northern Borderlands, to protect Holy Light in Light's Hope Chapel, and to take care of the innocent people who have lost their homes."
"At that time, I will send a part of Light Weaver to go with you."
Diakum said seriously:
"Northern Borderlands's situation is no better than Stormwind Kingdom. Your reputation is outstanding, which will make you a thorn in the eyes of those dark creatures.
Your safety must come first."
"Hmm."
Fao did not refuse this kind offer, but the archbishop noticed that Diakum seemed to have some secrets that he wanted to talk to the prophet Velen alone, so he turned around and left after a few pleasantries.
After the door of the lecture hall was closed, Dick said straight to the point:
"Kil'jaeden is coming!"
"Huh?!"
This news made the smiling old Velen's face change drastically. Like Yan Yi, she seemed to be shocked when she saw the old prophet.
Diakum quickly explained:
"What I mean is that we received news from Illidari that a special Burning Legion fleet is sailing into the star field where Azeroth is located. According to the judgment of Illidari, they determined that it was the reconnaissance fleet under the demon the Conqueror.
It may be that Kil'jaeden specially sent infiltrators to Azeroth in order to find out the truth.
You know, Burning Legion's desire for Azeroth stems from the malice of Dark Titan. They will never give up until they take this place. Now that Polluter has died in the battle, the plan to invade Azeroth will inevitably be transferred to the hands of another Great Demon Lord.
I'm worried that the appearance of this fleet may indicate that Kil'jaeden will take over the invasion.
Considering the strength of its demon Burning Legion and the Burning Legion fleet that can be mobilized at will, once the Conqueror enters the scene, Azeroth's hard days may come."
Dick shook his head and said:
"I don't think Kil'jaeden will make the same stupid solo attack as Polluter, so it's important not to let it get full information.
Star Hunter Illidan and I are preparing to go to the Star Sea to ambush that fleet.
We are not sure whether there is a projection of Kil'jaeden or a special contactor or something like that, so."
"I'll go with you!"
The old Velen turned the Light-Sculpted Prayer Beads in his hands and said in a deep voice:
"I... I can no longer escape. Now that we have found a way to save the world, and the great recovery of Argus has been put on the agenda, I cannot allow Kil'jaeden's war to destroy everything.
If it could be contacted in that fleet...:"
"You tried to save it?"
Dick said "surprised":
"Do you still think your ancient brother has feelings for Argus in his heart?"
Velen was silent for a long time, shook his head and said:
"I'm not sure, but I have to try."
"Okay!"
Diakum took a few steps back and forth, as if thinking seriously, then nodded and said:
"I authorize you to participate in this operation in the name of the commander, but you must keep a low profile and be accompanied by me throughout the entire operation! I cannot allow the spiritual leader of Eredar to fall into a dangerous situation."
Velen nodded.
He disguised himself as an ordinary Lightforged Priest. As Diakum entered Exodar, the Lightforged recruits stationed in Northshire Abbey were also summoned, and Lelan and Eredath were also mobilized into the spacecraft.
The supply of the starship would still take a few hours to complete, so Lelan and her friends started exploring here, and the two guys soon discovered something "magical".
"What is this?"
Lelan leaned on her staff and walked around a specially sealed exhibition stand in front of her with admiration. She turned back and said to Eredath who was dressed up by Priest:
"Looks like a giant's arm! But why is it made of crystal? Who on earth shaped this thing and made it so lifelike?"
Facing Lelan's inquiry, Eredath, who was more calm, looked at it carefully.
The thing in front of them was indeed an arm. Judging from its appearance, it should belong to a certain Eredar. It was made of irregularly sectioned crystal. The arm seemed to have been cut off by some kind of sharp weapon, and there was a strange remains of a war blade clasped between the five fingers.
The crystal arm exudes warm Holy Light, but the remains of the war blade are wrapped in strange black moonlight. Even if they are separated from their respective bodies, the two things are still fighting.
This is probably why Lightforged wanted to seal it.
"Hey, this thing..."
Eredath blinked his eyes and said to Lelan with a strange expression:
"It should be Diakum the Saint's arm, right? Doesn't he have such a crystal structure in Naaru's form? But where does this war blade come from? Who can cut off Naaru's arm so easily?
Could it be Corrupted Cenarius?"
"No, it's "Nightsworn", an unstable Lesser God of Kaldorei."
Brilliant Dawn Archbishop Oreses happened to be walking by holding a grimoire. When she saw two "young people" discussing the holy object, she stepped forward and explained:
"Without Vigilant's selfless resistance, the unexpectedly awakened Lesser God would have killed Annihilation's entire Kalimdor. The broken blade held in this severed arm came from Nightsworn.
There are still dangerous remnants of Moon Goddess's anger on the broken blade. Mortals below the level of legend cannot touch it, otherwise they will be instantly destroyed by Chu.
We found this sacred object in the ruins of Nightsworn Fortress.
After discussing it with my sister, we decided to store it as Sealed Artifact No. 001 of Light Weaver Warband. Lightsworn Hand from Vigilant may be useful in the future."
"Hey, Lesser God's war legacy sounds really exciting!"
Lelan picked up her notebook and quickly sketched such a sacred object as a record of her experiences in the sea of stars. She seemed to have thought of a great idea, so she tilted her head and asked:
"I just saw that Diakum Uncle's arm has healed. Doesn't that mean that he can continue to shape similar holy objects in a similar way?
You already have "Vigilant's Holy Right Arm", and in the future you may have "Sacred Left Arm", "Sacred Left Leg", "Sacred Torso" or even "Sacred Head".
Then put it all together, can you create the "sacred incarnation of Vigilant"?
By the way, if "Diakum Uncle" is pieced together in this way, is it actually the real person of Diakum Uncle?"
"Hey, your kid's imagination... is a bit scary."
Oreses's eyes widened in shock, and then she couldn't help but start thinking about this damn cult idea. It took her a while to get this crazy idea out of her mind, and she glanced at Lelan with a "terrible" look, feeling in her heart that young people today are really incredible.
But Lelan's "evil idea" is destined to be impossible to realize.
The other parts are easy to say, but the main thing is that the "Holy Skull" is a bit too much.
Although the Winds of Rejuvenation blessed by Life Force has the effect of Limb Regeneration, the idea of "cutting off the head and it will grow back" most likely does not fall into the category of Limb Regeneration.
"But what about the 'Holy Spear'?"
Oreses, who left with the grimoire in his arms, couldn't help but start thinking about this more evil idea. If he could get his own "sacred gun", then maybe... Well, his sister and the female savage Neri would definitely strangle him to death!
Holy Light Ah, please forgive me for this terrible association.
After entering the navigation station and seeing the six-meter-tall Commander Diakum discussing tactics with Illidan, Oreses suppressed this terrifying thought.
Although she has a bold style, she is still quite conservative in this regard. How should I put it?
Holy Gun or something, it's better to be the original one.
In Mount Hyjal, Lothar and his entourage were temporarily arranged to rest near the temple of Goldrinn.
As Kaldorei's Holy Land, Mount Hyjal's overall appearance is very original, with forests and natural landscapes everywhere. The man-made artifacts of the One are these temples dedicated to Wild God. Druid and Moon God Priest have maintained these temples very well.
Lothar It was also the first time for them to live in this kind of temple. It was quite fun to wake up early in the morning with all kinds of birds lining up and chirping like a chorus.
Of course, cleaning bird poop on clothes is an "unexpected surprise".
"These elves eat too much."
Lothar rubbed his belly and couldn't help complaining to Daenerys next to him:
"Last night's dinner was all about fruits. Although it is said that the fruits cultivated by the Druids can be eaten as food, this eating habit is really not suitable for human stomachs. I heard that the Helyas ran out to hunt because they couldn't eat meat."
"They killed a son of Malorne, and they did it in the presence of a group of strange Druid named "Benevolent Society". When they were having a barbecue, three Archdruid rushed over and caught them.
Then they blatantly resisted arrest and forced Druid to eat meat with them. It is said that there was a big fuss, and in the end even Cenarius's eldest son came forward.
They are still locked up in the den."
Daenerys held a red apple and said in a faint tone:
"Get ready. You're going to Druid later to pay a fine so that your sister-in-law and her wild sisters can be released on bail. I won't go anyway, it's too embarrassing."
Lothar took a moment.
But this is indeed what the rough Vrykul can do.
"Marshal, Durotan Great Chieftain is here."
White Pawn rode a big white deer and ran over proudly. As the marshal's guard, he reported the visitors, so Lothar adjusted his armor and received Durotan and the accompanying Griselda Blackhand at his temporary residence.
Orcs are all straight-tempered, so after sitting down, Durotan didn't waste any time. He said directly:
"We're going to take him away. He's still alive, right?"
Lothar and Daenerys looked at each other. The marshal leaned on the chair, played with the wooden statue in his hand, and said:
"He's dead! At least in terms of publicity, that's what it must be said! Not only the human side, but also the Draenor side can't publicize the news that he is still alive. I think you should be able to understand why."
"Hmm."
Durotan said with a heavy face:
"In order to cover the escape of the Green Skinss, War Horde's Great Chieftain Orgrim Doomhammer fought a heroic Mak'gora with the human marshal in Mount Hyjal, but ultimately failed and died.
In order to commemorate his contribution in the attack on Corrupted Cenarius, the Kaldorei elves collected his body, scattered his ashes in the river of Mount Hyjal, and made an unnamed tomb.
Is this conclusion acceptable?"
"Okay, as long as "Orgrim Doomhammer" doesn't appear again in the future, we'll have no problem here."
Lothar nodded, and then said in a more serious tone:
"But you have to understand, Durotan Great Chieftain, the reason why we tolerate that war criminal living incognito is because we value Mag'har Clan, our ally from another world, and we don't want the life or death of a war criminal to affect the diplomatic relations between the two sides.
I am not a child, and I know that occasionally I have to make some compromises for the sake of justice, but I hope this is the last time.
This is not to coerce you.
Although War Horde escaped, there are still many Green Skins Orcs operating in the territory of Azeroth. When humans later liquidate them, including Stormwind's war criminal Judgment, I hope Mag'har Clan will stop making irresponsible demands."
Durotan nodded silently.
Then, he stood up, bowed to Lothar, and said:
"I thank you for your kindness, Master Lothar. I also know that my actions will cause you terrible trouble.
Even within Mag'har, my behavior can be regarded as "betrayal".
Someone must be responsible for this!
Therefore, after returning to Draenor, I will step down from the position of chief executive of Mag'har, and I will no longer even serve as Chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan.
My wife Draka will take charge of my clan on my behalf. As for the position of Mag'har Great Chieftain, the elder Drek'Thar will temporarily take over.
I will temporarily join you as a "mercenary".
Together with those Mag'har warriors with righteous hearts, I will assist you in regaining Human Empire's territory. Until Human Empire's legal system is stable, I will always be your Warrior, in order to compensate for the disasters my sworn brothers have caused you."
"You are serious."
Lothar stood up quickly to dissuade him:
"This is an internal matter of mankind. I have seen your sincerity, but I cannot let the leader of Mag'har friends endure such danger, so...:"
"No, Marshal, this is what we Mag'har Orcs do!"
Griselda Blackhand shook his head and said:
"Please accept the apology from Chief Durotan, otherwise his conscience will be uneasy. Moreover, Garrosh, Gaiara, and I will soon return to our hometown. There is a lot of waste there and it is time for us to go back and build. Mag'har Warrior who stays here also needs a commander.
No one is more suitable than Durotan Chieftain.
As for Orgrim..:
I regard him as a mentor. He did not drink the demon blood, so Blackrock Clan still recognizes him, but we will make sure that name will never appear again in the future!
We swear by the reputation and glory of Mag'har that we will handle the follow-up to this matter.
As the future Great Chieftain of the Mag'har Clan, I also personally assure you that the two races will become a nation of brothers! Whenever Human Empire makes a request, Mag'har will definitely respond!"