Yrel was reciting the scriptures of Holy Light amidst the chaos of Gate of the Setting Sun.
She didn't know if it would be useful, but considering that the current situation was most likely not a problem that she could solve by waving the holy blade in her hand and Recklessness opening her head a few times, she could only do things according to Vigilant's reminder.
But as I kept thinking about it, Yrel realized that something was wrong.
Her Argus Heart Pendant began to vibrate, and as the faint blue Creation Force turned into starlight and dispersed, Yrel rarely heard Argus Lord's emotion directly with his ears:
"It's such an evil power. Even I almost fell into its trap. Fortunately, Eredar didn't notice my embarrassment. In this way, how can I still be a perfect lord in their minds?"
Why are you still awake?!"
"Ah, I heard nothing, Lord."
Yrel was scared to death.
She felt that she must have heard something she shouldn't have heard, and that she might be "silenced" by Argus Lord, who was always majestic and bitter and bitter.
But this was really because she was overthinking it.
Not to mention whether Argus Lord would do such terrible things to a Draenei, just saying that Yrel is the apprentice that Diakum values most, she always has a bit of "privilege".
"You little guy is really amazing. Even Four Celestials was dragged into Y'Shaarj's disaster illusion. You are the only one who can still stay awake. You and Diakum are probably the only two people on this continent who are still awake.
Sure enough, it makes sense for Diakum to value you, little Yrel. If luck is also a part of strength, then you will definitely become the pillar of Eredar in the next era."
Argus Lord sighed a few times, and then looked at Yrel with blinking eyes, and said:
"Then you will become the node and help me awaken the others in Light Weaver Warband."
"But what should we do?"
Yrel sighed and said:
"I tried everything just now. No matter whether I slapped them, hit them on the head or threw them from a high place, I couldn't wake them up. This illusion is too evil."
"Well, maybe there is no need to be so violent. Child, use your brain and think about it. What is the common emotion in the hearts of all Eredar?"
Argus Lord suggested:
"That is something that for Eredar transcends life and death, transcends existence, and even transcends time."
"Hmm."
Yrel tilted his head and thought for a while, then asked tentatively:
"Uh, reproduction? I think all the archbishops are worried about this matter. Even Ms. Vilara who just arrived Draenor is worried that the number of our races will not increase."
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Argus Lord was fucked into silence.
After a while, He sighed with some anger and said:
"It's an oath! It's to World Vow in my hometown, you little idiot. Ah! I have to calm down and I can't let Y'Shaarj catch the loophole in my mind anymore.
You should be glad that Pandaria does not have "Pure Sha", otherwise you would have become the incarnation of Sha.
Hiss, maybe there really is a "stupid evil".
After all, your current brain circuit is really abnormal. Remember to ask Diakum to check it for you after you leave here.
But that's not the point!
Now!
Raise your Argus Heart Pendant, use it as a node, recite World Vow, and awaken them with the throbbing and vows buried in the deepest souls of all Eredar.
If Diakum wants to defeat Y'Shaarj in the core of its power, it cannot be done by relying on violence.
And if you want to deal with disaster, you can only forge a sword with "hope"!"
"As commanded."
Yrel jumped up, holding high the vibrating Argus Heart Pendant in his hand.
As World Vow was recited, each Eredar on the city wall trembled as if there was electricity.
They are resisting the illusion of disaster imposed by Y'Shaarj. Argus Lord is right. This is a throbbing that is engraved deep in the souls of all Eredar and cannot be desecrated.
Twins woke up first.
The two sisters are hugging each other and comforting each other in a very "erosive" manner. Well, this is the most common "entertainment method" used by the two after they became the fallen Man'ari demon in their disaster vision.
"I hate this!"
Saloras pushed her sister away, she angrily pulled up her clothes, feeling the pain in her chest, and said:
"I'm starting to hate you too, Oreses!"
"Who isn't?"
Oreses turned around aggressively and fastened her robe, she gritted her teeth and said:
"I want to tear this Y'Shaarj into pieces. This is all a fucking nightmare. However, Commander Diakum is calling us, and he needs us to show all kinds of positive emotions against Sha Power.
Sure enough!
Our previous research was correct. The strongest area of Sha Power is exactly where it is weakest, just as a person cannot be hopeless forever.
Emotions are really magical things, and so are the mind and soul.
As long as you realize that you are the Overmind of your own life, those worries about the future and regrets about the past will not be worth mentioning!"
The two sisters soon reconciled.
After they changed their pants, they walked out of the attic hand in hand. They looked at the dazed but awake Eredar Lightforged people in front of them, and they shouted loudly:
"What those who fight against darkness need most is that ray of light. Vigilant needs us to light up our own light to illuminate the darkness beneath us, Warrior.
Come on!
Light up our light and illuminate the battlefield of Commander Diakum together."
The two of them stretched out their hands and let their Holy Light light up on top of this Gate of the Setting Sun, just like how they used to light up the dark Naaru Kara and Light-Burning Ritual in Karabor Temple.
Dots of light are beating, which is the innate talent of every Eredar.
They are no longer afraid of those impossible illusions, which are just ridiculous tricks used by Y'Shaarj to play with people's hearts. Even if some keen people have realized that those illusions are most likely their destiny, these tragic fates have been reversed 20,000 years ago.
"Diakum Uncle!"
Lelan shouted loudly on the city wall:
"After all you have done for us, we haven't said 'thank you' to you yet. Thank you, Dick!"
"Thank you, Vigilant!"
The voices on the city wall shouted together.
Although they did not dare to call the superior by his nickname like "Relationship Household" Lelan, this was indeed a sincere thank you, especially after looking back on the tragic fate of the past.
They don't know if this is useful, but this is indeed the answer they want to give to Vigilant now. They wave their light spots to symbolize that they are no longer afraid of those looming in the dark night.
"But what do they do?"
Nubodon looked at the painful Pandaren people around him, and he whispered:
"They don't have the same racial oath as we do."
"No, they do!"
Twins shook his head and said:
"Pandaren has been united for more than 10,000 years and has never been divided. There must be some kind of group concept that transcends individuals and unbreakably unites them, but they have to find it themselves.
This is a direct confrontation between them and Y'Shaarj.
If Pandaren can really find the power to fight against the dark disaster, it means that after today, they may really no longer have to worry about the infection of Sha."
Seven Stars Temple in.
In the illusion, Lao Chen hugged Lili and cried, but at a certain moment he wiped his tears and stopped blaming himself. Under the gaze of Lili's horrifying spiritual fire eyes, Lao Chen stood up.
He looked at Chang Bo and Master Shang Xi who were still accusing him, and all the Pandaren on the entire Wandering Isle.
He said loudly:
"I know I've done a lot of wrong things, I know I've hurt you, and I know it's too late to say this now, but I still have things to do.
I can't stop here, folks!
We found Pandaria, we found the hometown of all Wandering Isle, but our hometown is still facing disasters and sufferings. Master Shang Xi sacrificed everything for it. I must inherit this concept.
I know that there is no perfect place in this world, so we can only use our own hands to build our hometown into the perfect place in our minds.
I have made up my mind and I have thrown away my baggage.
No matter how difficult this road is, I will finish it, not only for my own wanderer ideal, but also for Wandering Isle's desire, for Pandaria's peace, and for our hometown.
We must protect our hometown!
Whoever wants to destroy it, we will fight them to the end.
Mogu, the devil, or Y'Shaarj! We cannot admit defeat, our hometown is behind us, and we have no way to retreat! So, everyone, please continue walking with hatred and disgust for me.
No matter how much you hate me, can you still abandon your hometown because of this?"
Those Pandarens who scolded Old Chen became quiet, and even Chang Bo and Master Shang Xi became quiet. They finally shrugged helplessly and disappeared one by one in front of Old Chen.
This guy is right.
No matter how much you hate a guy, every Pandaren will still stand up without hesitation when his hometown is in need.
No matter how bad the brothers fight with each other, it's all their own business. If outsiders want to take advantage of the chaos and steal things, then you can just wait for the two brothers who have suffered a bloody head to kill you first.
"Hometown."
Old Chen sighed, he looked down at Spirit Fire's surging Li Li, he smiled, stretched out his hand to the "drowned ghost" Li Li, and said:
"Although I know this is not true, let's go, Uncle Chen will take you home."
"Hey, it's boring, it's not fun anymore."
Li Li blinked, jumped a few steps back and gradually Dispersion in the light Gleam, she waved her claws and shouted to Old Chen:
"I don't know what happened. I suddenly fell asleep in Niuzao Temple, and then I saw you crying. This is the first time I've seen you cry when someone scolded you, Uncle Chen.
You are so embarrassed.
But that's okay.
I know you have had a hard time, please be kinder to yourself in the future."
After saying that, Old Chen blinked amidst Li Li's laughter.
So, those Pandaren just now are not actually fake?
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Y'Shaarj connects everyone's dark sides together. If Li Li can enter his own dream in Niuzao Temple, then wouldn't it be possible for others to enter other places in Pandaria?
Damn it!
Is your popularity in Wandering Isle so bad?
Also, Chang Bo are you serious about riding a horse? You scolded me so much just now?!
Old Chen jumped in anger.
Because I was so angry, I opened my eyes with all my strength, and then I saw Cairne and Hamuul staring at him with nervous expressions on their faces.
"Are you okay?"
Cairne whispered:
"You just scolded someone so unpleasantly, Chang Bo. Isn't that your brother? Isn't it bad that the relationship between the two brothers is so bad?"
"Are you two sick?"
Old Chen turned over and jumped back to distance himself, he scolded:
"You didn't even clear up your own lawsuit, so you came here to eavesdrop on other people's problems?"
"Ahem, that's what we think."
Hamuul whispered with some shame:
"Can everyone just pretend that nothing happened? Don't talk nonsense about what you saw today after you go out. Besides, Diakum needs our help. Although I don't quite understand how to carry out this ceremony, I think he may need our light."
Yes!
The light of hope, only the light ignited by hope, can illuminate the boundless night.
Come."
Archdruid took out the sacred object of their Sun Druid faction and raised the very abstract Eternal Flame Torch high, while Old Chen also stirred up the true energy to fuel the flames.
Behind the dancing flames, the haggard General Staghelm hesitated, tore off the dark hood he had been wearing, and used it as kindling to light on the torch.
He suddenly felt that he might have stayed in the dark for too long.
I have been away from home for too long. After the Pandaria matter is over, I should go back and see my wife and children.
Although it has only been more than two months since we met at Mount Hyjal, which is basically a day or two for elves who generally have an absurd sense of time, but I am a "void cultist" in a broad sense and a "Shadow Hunters" in a narrow sense. Is it some kind of ulterior secret that I suddenly miss my wife and children?
"Boom"
The dazzling pillar of fire lit up from the south of Vale of Eternal Blossoms, which was Flame of Hope that Chi-Ji tried its best to light. The red and white Chi-Ji danced in the sky Pianpian, trying to illuminate the whole Pandaria with this flame and turn it into the second sun.
Then came the roar of White Tiger, the dragon roar of Azure Dragon, and the cang song of Black Ox. Even Shen-zin Su raised his head and shouted a few times.
Countless lights lit up everywhere in Pandaria, and the giant pandas held torches high. Little Pandaren was frightened but still followed the adults and raised the lanterns in their hands.
They don't know why they do this, but maybe it's a new custom just like setting off firecrackers to drive away Year Beast during the Chinese New Year, right?
And in Dread Wastes
"Damn it, why is this Y'Shaarj so bad!"
Anveena held his head and screamed:
"What is the ultimate nightmare of playing ranked for two months without winning a single game? What the hell is there to self-destruct to purify Sunwell? Isn't Dath'Remar sleeping in Sunwell? Do you still need me to self-destruct?
And I will not fall in love with the idiot Blue Dragon. What kind of shit is worthy of my dignified Queen of Blades?
I'm so angry, so angry!"
Queen of Blades waved his fist and shouted loudly to the Mantid Flying Dragons flying overhead:
"Go! Light up Mantid's houses to help instructor Vigilant! Light up all the buildings with Y'Shaarj's portraits on them! Let them worship Y'Shaarj, you guys deserve it!"
As a result, a large number of flammable venom balls were immediately thrown at Mantid's building in Dread Wastes, and then a dragon fire sprayed down and instantly ignited a small half of Dread Wastes.
This flame is big enough so that the Pandarens who wake up on Gate of the Setting Sun can also see it.
"General! General, look, Mantid's territory is on fire. We won, General? General, Old Yang!!!"
The staff officer Lorewalkers pushed General Lao Yang.
The latter was too tired, too seriously injured, and invaded by nightmares and visions, which finally made him quietly bid farewell to the land he had protected for many years at some point.
He bid farewell to his hometown.
The smile on the corner of his mouth may have confirmed that even without him, the remaining Pandaren can still protect the land gifted to them by fate!
Lorewalkers threw herself next to her boss and cried loudly. Those were tears of sadness, but sadness did not seem to be a negative emotion. In many cases, it represented a gentle and delicate emotion.
Just like tears are always a tender thing.
It may not stop bullets and swords, but it can stop some of the more vicious things.
"Ah! I'm going to strangle you to death!"
Y'Shaarj roared, desperately trying to crush Diakum with his evil claws.
But in front of it, Diakum's whole body Gleam was shining with light. It was not just Holy Light, but a mixture of some other power and Holy Light.
It seems to be only a thin layer, but it is as strong as fine steel.
No matter how much power Y'Shaarj is exerted, it cannot damage it at all. Behind Diakum, the light spots on Gleam and Gate of the Setting Sun of thousands of lights and the torch held high by Hamuul are constantly shining on Gleam.
The smile on Vigilant's face grew bigger and bigger, and he laughed.
It was a hearty laugh, and it was also a taunting laugh. He laughed in the invisible darkness, so that those who were hiding in fear did not have the courage to get close.
Even if there is no trace of flame, they are afraid of the light that will light up at any time
Compared with Y'Shaarj at this time, he was really small when he was held by his claws, like a little mouse about to be trampled to death by a dark elephant. However, in the mental confrontation between the two, Y'Shaarj could feel that the damn Vigilant in front of him was expanding with every breath.
His Gleam radiant body soon expanded to be as huge as himself.
But it still didn't stop, just like the golden giant kept rising, rising, and rising again.
In the end, the hope that created Giant of Light had swelled to a size that he couldn't see at all, and he was like a mouse under his feet and could only hide in the sewer and tremble.
"You can attract darkness at will and threaten all good people with darkness, but you and I both know that with just a ray of light, all darkness will disappear.
You lose!
It's a pity that you died a long time ago, otherwise how glorious would today's victory be?"
Diakum steps forward.
The terrifying towering giant gathered a golden giant sword in his hand and chopped it off Y'Shaarj's head with a roar.
Before the sharp blade made of hope arrived, a golden storm swept over, and like a nuclear bomb explosion, Y'Shaarj's clawed-out body was torn apart, purified, and evaporated.
It is like a monster formed by the gathering of countless ghosts, wandering in an era that does not belong to it, but finally remembers the fact that it is dead, rises in a silent roar of unwillingness, and finally turns into wisps of blue smoke that is not worthy of being remembered.
Korven the Prime, the carrier, also woke up at this moment.
It went through everything until it was impossible to dodge the purifying blow of Giant of Light. The most outstanding Mantid could only raise its hands in despair and stagger them in front of it.
But the imagined devastating blow never came.
What finally fell on his forehead was just a tap of slightly hot fingers, like the hot afternoon wind blowing against his face.
Mantid Yingjie raised his head and saw the blue giant standing in front of him, retracting his gradually extinguishing fingertips.
Behind him, the Heart of Darkness left by Overmind no longer beat, and the seven Sha Power were also purified cleanly, as if everything just now was just a nightmare.
It's like everything Mantid has experienced in the past ten thousand years is just a dream.
Exalted One stared blankly at the blue giant in front of him.
Although Gleam is wearing Holy Light on Diakum, it can still see the other party's shadow in the light converging into a cold and majestic Void Gods spirit, looking at it and the other awakened Mantid heroes with scrutiny.
Overmind is roaring.
Shadow Chasing Swarm is also roaring.
That's the call.
The swarm of insects is calling the wanderer who has wandered too far back home.
"Plop"
Exalted One fell to his knees.
It lowered its head piously and touched its forehead to the ground in front of Diakum. With excitement, enthusiasm and desire, it shouted loudly:
"Ten thousand years! We have reached the end of the ten-thousand-year cycle of sacrifice, death and war. We have broken through Devil Obstruction in reality and illusion, and we can finally see your majesty.
Overmind Oh, the god of the insect swarm.
your most loyal children
Finally home."