"Jaina was sent to Nagrand? And was rescued by Arthas? Is the fate between these two people so terrible?"
After all the holy power was used to purify Divine Construct, Dick returned to Karabor Temple. The poor, drained twenty-thousand-year-old Eredar man just lay on the bed when he heard the first-hand information sent by "Draenor senior reporter" Old Anzu.
Maybe he was frightened by Mount Hyjal's force manipulation, or maybe it was for other reasons.
In short, Anzu decided to slow down the "Harpy education work" that was going smoothly at Azeroth, and planned to take a break from the busy schedule to go back to Draenor for a vacation, showing off his true self.
But its news came just in time.
Dai Lin and Kathleen were still waiting foolishly at the Karabo Temple for their precious daughter to come back. For the sake of an early reunion for this family that had been teased by fate and whose future development would be difficult to explain, Dick dragged his tired body to get up again.
Wanting to fulfill his duties as a landlord, he decided to go in person to tell the guests the news.
After the results arrived, I saw Daelin and Lothar "wrestling".
Perhaps the two Warriors were not very happy talking about certain political topics, so they decided to use Warrior's method to resolve the dispute after drinking some wine.
No weapons were used, but the fight was quite fierce. The back-and-forth boxing was very much like a pub brawl, and there were a group of Draenei drunkards who were watching the fun and not taking it too seriously, cheering.
To be honest, if it weren't for the special status of the two of them, they would have been arrested by Karabor Temple city guards and sent to Aldor Temple to receive Holy Light punishment. Those who fight for no reason in Karabor Temple will be detained for fifteen days and given high fines, you bastard aliens!
"Jaina is back."
Diakum felt very tired. He dismissed the Draenei drunkards with stern eyes, then leaned on Kazzak's Soul Staff and said:
"Due to some space parameters, your little daughter is now with Prince Arthas. The two are resting in Oshu'gun Holy Mountain of Orcs. It is said that a Mountain Guardian saved her from being besieged by white ghosts...:
Stop fighting!
You can't kill anyone like this, why don't you find a wider place? Go fight in the utility room? There is a Crystalcasting broom there that allows you and Ogres to knock each other on the head, one king, one marshal, be more decent!
It's such a shame that it's been thrown to an alien planet."
"Brush"
Queen Katherine, who was drinking and enjoying her husband's fight nearby, "flashed" to Saint's side and said:
"Where is Nagrand? How to get there?"
"I have arranged for Arcane Mage to open the portal to Elemental Throne for the three of you. After you arrive at Garadar, Matron Geyah will send a guide to take you to Oshu'gun."
Vigilant kindly reminded:
"But due to some "special reasons", the appearance of Jaina has changed, but I think that is not a bad thing. Go, your daughter has been away from home for too long and is waiting for her parents to take her home."
"Did you hear that? Lothar, don't pester me to deal with those damn politics, my daughter is waiting for me to take her home! In front of my family, your ridiculous invitation or Terenas's is no longer important."
Daelin cursed, and drunkenly punched Lothar in the chest, knocking the marshal back several steps.
Then he wiped the blood under his nostrils and grabbed his sailor windbreaker hanging on the chair. The sea compass tattoo on the admiral's shirt was indeed exaggerated, revealing the bravery of a good man fighting against the storm.
Marshal Lothar rubbed his blue eyes, waved his hand, and said proudly:
"Then go and pick up the little girl. I'll wait for you here, Daelin. You know very well that as Kul Tiras's incarnation of national will, you can't escape these."
"No, Marshal, you'd better follow along."
Diakum said:
"The identity of "Mountain Guardian" who rescued Jaina and Arthas is somewhat special. He is an "old friend" of yours. Considering the situation you are facing now, maybe he can give you some useful suggestions.
After all, he has a lot of say in the matter of "defeating mankind."
"Huh?"
Lothar, who had just picked up the wine glass, turned around in surprise.
He didn't remember that he had Orcs friends in Draenor, but soon, Lothar blinked his eyes and guessed who the guy was, so he wore a windbreaker and caught up with the Daelin couple.
As a result, he was disliked by Daelin for a while.
The Sailor King really doesn't like to discuss politics, but as Lothar said, Kul Tiras cannot watch the drama in isolation amid human changes.
They must choose a side.
This is also the main purpose of Lothar's visit to Draenor this time. He may not be able to convince Daelin to join his camp, but he must clearly explain the situation at Lordaeron to Daelin so that Kul Tiras cannot be contaminated with "Black Dragon Poison".
Watching the three people leave, Diakum let out a big yawn.
The deep voice of Kazzak came from the Soul Resonator Staff in his hand:
"You have the power to make them obey you, but you allow them to get lost in the ridiculous tricks of politics. Before Lord Sargeras fell, he once said that strength is the source of power!
He also said that if powerful people do not take power, then unqualified clowns will steal the power.
You are derelict in your duties!
Vigilant, since you know what is right, you should guide them yourself."
"Well said! That's why Sargeras went to Fel and became "Black Sun of Twisting Nether", using his own power to shine on thousands of demons and guide them to crazy destruction in Material World.
Look what "power" has done to Sargeras, can you bear to let me become such a "victim"?"
Dick replied casually:
"Besides, why should I deprive others of their power to fight fate?
I'm just a Holy Light Walker, that's all.
Your saint Lightforging creation is almost completed, are you ready to use a War of Retribution to promote the majesty of Dawn Lord?"
"Always be prepared!"
Kazzak roared full of fighting desire, which made Diakum very satisfied.
Just when he was about to return to the temple to rest for a while and wait to continue purifying Divine Construct tomorrow, he heard the roar of Onyxia coming from outside Karabor Temple. He raised his head and saw the fierce dragon flapping its wings full of spikes and gliding down to the city square.
Black Dragon Princess is also carrying a box on his back.
When she arrived at the temple where Diakum was, Vigilant knew that the "baby" ordered from "Deathwing" had arrived.
"Heh"
The heavy box was placed on the ground by Onyxia, and Onyxia, who was wearing spiked heavy armor, said "please"
action, says:
"Try it. Your Elementium Steel armor is freshly baked. I sent it to you all the way without stopping after Booty Bay completed the transaction, lest you think I stole your deposit."
"I thought I had to wait a little longer. By the way, are the Goblin masters under your father's demon so free? While serving Deathwing, they still have time to take on private work, and their actions are so efficient?"
Dick opened the equipment box and stroked the unique armor inside. He said:
"The quality is really good."
"Of course, those guys are greedy for money, but their craftsmanship is first-class. After all, those who are not good at craftsmanship are thrown away by my father to feed the young dragons."
Black Dragon Princess hummed a few times and said proudly:
"But my father has been immersed in "role-playing" games these years and has not appeared in the form of a mighty dragon for a long time. The Elementium Steel armor on it naturally does not need to be replaced. Those Goblin masters are all idle in the Deepholm forge.
They are eager to take on some private work and satisfy their little thirst for gold coins.
I told them, this is a sample! If the customer is satisfied, there will be a steady stream of orders in the future, so those forging masters used 200% enthusiasm to forge this set of armor for you.::
To be honest, when I saw the finished product, I couldn't help but want to swallow it.
But I can't afford to offend you, so forget it."
What Onyxia said is not an exaggeration.
All because Diakum The armor in front of me is indeed exquisite. It is more like a work of art than a war item.
It is not a simple plate armor War Armor in the conventional sense, but it combines the dual characteristics of armor and a robe of faith, that is, in addition to the solid plate armor molded in one piece, a robe-like blouse is also made of magic cloth made of special material.
The overall color is majestic black gold. Due to the special requirements of Diakum, this set of War Armor also has "faith marks" for writing mottos under the shoulder armor and belt.
The most unique symbol of this set of War Armor is the full-face battle helmet and black-gold hood, as well as the shoulder armor made into the shape of an opened holy book, and a sword-shaped emblem is shaped into the holy book.
These unique designs make this armor look full of the "solemn, stern, and steady" that Faith Walker should have and a touch of sharp majesty that belongs exclusively to "Judgment".
It belongs to the kind of "Judgment Court special uniform" that can scare at least ten pagans to death when worn for a walk on the street.
"Does it have a name?"
Onyxia watched from the side as Diakum consecrated the armor, and Golden Little Angel placed their marks of faith on the armor,
Use Holy Light as a pen to help Vigilant write the words Holy Light.
When asked by Onyxia, Diakum said:
""Judgment"! It's called Judgment.
This is the armor I specially made for Draenei... no, for Eredar Judgment Court. Only the most determined, pure, and selfless Holy Light Walker are qualified to wear it on the battlefield to defend the people and fight against the evil evil.
The Judgment ers led by me personally will become legends in the star sea!
Just like Hand of Argus Legion 25,000 years ago, but now, we have to fight for more morality and the welfare of all sentient beings.
I will give you a list later, Onyxia, let the Goblin masters under your father's demon get busy. If they only want gold coins, then my partner, the poor Steamwheedle Prince who only has money left, will definitely satisfy them.
It is said that the profits generated by the batch of Titan Device received last time at Uldaman have already increased its property by more than ten percentage points."
He stretched out his hand and stroked the armor, and its equipment entries floated in front of him:
[Armor name: Lightforged Judgment[Judgment Court holy outfit]
Armor quality: Force·Legendary item (the quality will be improved again after being fully consecrated)
Armor characteristics: Origin Smelting·Never Wears·Force Affinity·Faith Consecration Armor special effects:
The material for making this item comes from Deepholm's pure Elementium Steel, which is the strongest mineral that Material Star Sea can produce. After being forged by Goblin's smelting master, this item will be completely immune to damage by weapons below "artifact" quality.
Tip!
Attacks with a large amount of Force power can still damage the armor, but it can be repaired using Elementium Steel.
The forging process of this item uses the same forging technology as Deathwing's elementium armor, which means that this item can be infiltrated by the Force to complete secondary strengthening. This strengthening requires long-term Force nourishment, and allows this War Armor to effectively greatly increase the wearer's Force power.
Tip!
Goblin masters have adopted the most classic battle skirt design idea, so that War Armor does not affect riding combat.
Forger: Goblin Servants of Deathwing Item Description:
[Elementium Steel, good thing. I spent a lot of effort to get this thing back then, but it is only the strongest mineral of Material World. How can a Paladin who is as ambitious as you be satisfied with just this?
Let me tell you quietly.
There are good materials in the Six Forces field that can be used to make real artifacts, such as Moon Goddess steel, Abyss Forged Steel, Titan Divine Iron, etc., but those things are hard to come by, so just make do with them now.
In addition, there is a "guest" waiting for you in the shadow of the void of Karabor Temple, don't let it wait too long.]
"Thanks for the reminder."
Diakum stood up and put the set of War Armor into Augure's Chest. Then he closed his eyes and felt it. Sure enough,
There is a "distinguished guest" waiting in the void reflection of this city.
The mysterious Nether-Stalker is here, and I can't let it wait for too long.
"It is said that the ancestral land of the Warsong Clan is in this grassland. I often wonder what the ferocious Orcs like Grom Hellscream ate when he grew up? Does one Gronn a day make a strong Warsong Clan person?"
Lothar, who was riding Two-Headed Wyvern to Oshu'gun Holy Mountain, looked at Nagrand in the night, and couldn't help but complain. Yorin Death-Eye, who was leading them, curled his lips, too lazy to answer the question.
If eating Gronn meat can make a Orcs as powerful as Grom Hellscream, do you believe that Gronn of Draenor was eaten to extinction eight hundred years ago?
Grom is the only "top killer" in the history of Orcs.
It may not be unprecedented, but it is certainly unprecedented.
"That's the Holy Mountain!"
A few minutes later, Jorin pointed at the huge gemstone mountain shining brightly under the moonlight in front of him and shouted to the three human guests:
"I'm in a hurry to go back to Nataan Jungle to perform the ceremony, so I won't go with you. There is Mountain Guardian's Cabin under the holy mountain. It's very conspicuous. You can just stay there."
"Thanks, I have a tendency to self-mutilate."
Daelin replied, and then pulled Two-Headed Wyvern to fly downward. Queen Katherine was riding with him, and he was looking down below, hoping to find his precious daughter.
Lothar also fell down.
As a result, when the three of them landed, they were surrounded by several domesticated Black Wolfs near Mountain Guardian's Cabin. These Black Wolfs all had Lycantos tattoos on their bodies. At first glance, they were not beasts born naturally.
"Dad, Mom!"
Jaina, who was resting in the hut, heard the noise outside, rubbed his eyes and pushed the door open. When he saw Daelin and Katherine, he jumped towards them excitedly.
The old parents with disgusted faces looked at their daughter who had grown to sixteen years old "overnight" and thought they had made a mistake. Daelin was still rubbing her eyes, but Katherine couldn't care less, so they stepped forward and held their daughter in their arms.
The mother and daughter cried uncontrollably.
This scene made Arthas next to him sigh again and again. He also thought of Lordaeron's father who was far away. He was about to cry secretly, but he saw Two-Headed Wyvern appearing in the sky behind him, and his sister was rushing over angrily.
"Done!"
The little prince lamented, feeling that he could not escape from today's beating.
But Lothar patted his head, indicating that he didn't need to be nervous, and whispered:
"You saved Kul Tiras's princess. This is what a man did. It's not a bad thing for Lordaeron's diplomacy. Your sister is angry because she is worried about your safety, but she will definitely praise you."
"Really?"
Arthas looked at Lothar in surprise.
The marshal curled his lips and said:
"Of course it's a lie! You stupid kid, you stay up most of the night and come out to play, even if you beat you up, it's a light thing! This is Draenor, not a safe Lordaeron palace. If you are eaten by a wolf, how will we explain to your father?"
After saying that, he ignored Arthas with a gloomy face, walked a few steps forward, reached out and knocked on the door of Mountain Guardian's cabin, then opened the door and took a look.
This small house is quite warm and tidy.
There is a human-style fireplace burning, a rattan lounge chair and a warm and cozy fur blanket. A hunting crossbow hangs on the wall, and underneath is a Blackrock Clan style Orcs warhammer.
A hunted rabbit was skinned and dried, and a one-armed Orcs was busy making soup at the chopping board in the corner, seemingly preparing a midnight snack for two lost guests.
Don't tell me, the craftsmanship is pretty good, and the taste of the broth made Lothar stretch his throat.
When the horse-riding Daelin came, Draenor kept drinking. He competed with him and barely ate anything.
The wind has been blowing on the grassland for most of the night, and I will be very hungry.
"When you're hungry, just sit there and it'll be ready in no time."
The one-armed Orcs said without looking back:
"I put five rabbits and most of Clefthoof ribs, enough to feed ten pot-bellied men. Let the guests outside clear the table. I'll treat them tonight."
"Oh? Why treat us?"
Lothar leaned against the door, took out his dwarf pipe, and said:
"There must be a reason. It is very dangerous to eat food given by strangers. Do you think I am a three-year-old child?"
"Reason?"
Orcs thought for a while, while stirring the fragrant broth, sprinkled a handful of wild pepper, and put half a piece of Draenei cheese in it to add flavor. After stirring with the long-handled spoon, he first tasted the soup with a small spoon, and then laughed,
says:
"Just think of it as a way to thank a noble human being for not killing anyone. Oh, my name is "Garrosh" now. Don't call me by the wrong name later, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."
"Okay, Orgrim Doomhammer."
Lothar lowered his head, lit the tobacco, and threw a pack of dwarf tobacco to Orcs, who turned back and glared at him.
The two people who had fought to death in Mount Hyjal were looking at each other in this Mountain Guardian hut in another world. The scars on Lothar's face and the sword mark on Orgrim's face that almost penetrated half of his face, as well as his lost arms and legs with some tumors, were all reminders of that battle.
It's strange to say.
Obviously less than fifteen days had passed since that battle, but at this moment, both of them felt as if they had been separated from each other, as if they had killed each other more than once.
But upon closer inspection, apart from the grievances that they want to strangle each other to death, the two actually don't have many "personal conflicts"
"Forget it, just call me whatever you like."
Mountain Guardian turned around, took out a pottery bowl, added broth to it, and said:
"That's it for now, let's eat first.
Not many people can make this flavored broth now. You are in luck today, Anduin Lothar. I will put more "secret seasonings" in your bowl in a minute, you bastard."