(Additional update for "DiejiaGuo" brothers [3/5])
Corrupted Cenarius, which appeared as a projection of Shadowmoon Holy Land, was there preaching Burning Legion's Invincible, but the two "audiences" present were not in the mood to listen to its preaching of the destroyer.
Ner'zhul realized that he had been used as a pawn of the devil, and had used a series of bad actions to make a big mistake in Orcs civilization.
This will make him miserable.
Vigilant Saint, on the other hand, looked up and down at Polluter in this world line. His mind was filled with storms of inspiration.
The Wild God leader of Azeroth, the outstanding representative of Life Force, one of the most important guardians of the Kaldorei Moon Goddess Kingdom, and the origin of the Druid inheritance "King of the Forest" Cenarius was actually contaminated by Fel!
He also openly served as the demon monarch in the Burning Legion. This first shows that War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago went on as planned but the results were unexpected. Secondly, the scope of influence of the butterfly's wings in Argus is by no means limited to Eredar.
The history of Azeroth has undergone amazing changes indirectly because of his participation.
The appearance of Corrupted Cenarius indicates that the "True History of the Dark Portal" in his mind has been officially invalidated at this moment. This is another bad joke between fate and Hand of Fate, who is unwilling to admit defeat, but this joke is obviously a bit too big.
The good news is that this mighty Fel demigod is still chirping "Burning Crusade", which means that their invasion of Azeroth World ten thousand years ago failed.
The world where Supreme Star Soul is hidden is the "end" of Burning Crusade planned by Dark Titan.
Azeroth still exists, and Supreme Star Soul has not yet been destroyed.
The bad news is that if even Cenarius, a highly respected member of the Wild God group in the field of life, is contaminated by the Burning Legion, it is enough to show that the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago was more tragic than Dick imagined. Maybe the Wild God group has suffered a terrible blow.
What about Night Elf Kaldorei Moon Goddess Kingdom?
Do they still exist?
If Moon Goddess Kingdom did not survive ten thousand years ago, then when Burning Legion invades Azeroth for the second time, which force will be responsible for resisting the devil?
Hmm.
Various questions were spinning around in Vigilant's mind, making his head hurt. Then he looked at Ner'zhul, who was as if dead at his feet, and finally focused on the projection of Polluter.
He said:
"So, Kil'jaeden and Sarkir are unwilling to participate in the hunt for Eredar, so they found you, a bastard, to take on this important task? Is everything happening in Draenor's world being hosted behind the scenes by you, a foreign bastard?"
"Ah, he is indeed the diehard bastard left behind by Argus."
Cenarius said in a haughty cold voice:
"I guessed what your bastard brothers were thinking at once. The Conqueror Kil'jaeden and the Shaper Sargerei both had their own little ideas in this great expedition. They didn't know how to lead the supreme lord's army of destruction. They stupidly sent that idiot Mannoroth to hunt down, but his stupidity had already angered Dark Titan, so I embarked on this road to greatness!
I! Corruptor of the Stars! Destroyer of All Things! I am really honored to personally complete the cause that they are against.
Antoran Clan, Ata'mal Clan, J'edari Clan
The number of Eredar shelters destroyed by my own hands is beyond the imagination of you poor creature, and your Draenei Clan's destruction is already doomed. The heads of Velen and Hutton will become another proof of the Burning Legion's great achievements.
But now I have one more person on my list!
You!
"Vigilant"Diakum Zastinss, your head will become my most proud collection. I will use facts to prove that only an outstanding Polluter like me is worthy of the promotion given by Lord Sargeras."
"It's a sense of honor to be a dog for others."
Dick stared at him, he frowned and said:
"In other words, every injustice has its own owner, and you have been the executioner of the Eredar exiles for the past ten thousand years, right?
Very good, Corrupted Cenarius, when you take your demon army to this world, I will welcome you here, and I will let you experience for yourself why the demons more than 20,000 years ago called me "Light Butcher" in horror.
When the time comes, remember to bring some "old friends" with you to participate in the grand event, so that your defeat can also have a sense of ceremony.
Get lost!
Devil, harsh words here will only show your ignorance and ridiculousness, but I have one last question, you, Polluter, which world do you come from? Has the rotten death plague you control spread to your hometown?"
"Unfortunately, not yet."
The ferocious demon-cast body of Polluter laughed and disappeared into the whirlpool of Fel.
In the shocking convergence of dark green corrosive brilliance, it said:
"But it won't be long, and I'm looking forward to returning to my hometown in a more glorious manner soon.
Of course, I will take your head with me. I will let you see with your own eyes how majestic the Burning Legion you have been resisting is now, and I will let you see how dazzling the sea of stars ignited by us is.
If you still have a shred of sense, Diakum, if you really want to protect your people, then there is not much time left for you to make the right decision."
"Buzz"
The brilliance of Fel converged into an arc of light at this moment, leaving extinguished spots in the eyes of the two people. Then the entire Shadowmoon Holy Land fell into a dead silence. After the brilliance of Holy Light and Fel burst out one after another, the Void Power that was originally entangled here has become silent Dispersion.
This is a good thing.
This allowed some of the filth in this once sacred place to recede, and also freed Dick from having to bother cleaning the place again.
He bent down and lifted up the desperate and seriously injured Ner'zhul like a chicken, who murmured to himself:
"Kill me. Execute me, a sinner of all ages. I have failed my clan. I have led them into the abyss of the devil. I have lost all my glory. I don't deserve to live anymore."
"Well, it might be a little late to think about dying now, Your Excellency."
Dick sarcastically said:
"Holy Light told me to bring you back from this cruel fate of destruction, Ner'zhul. The heavy responsibility you will bear next is a hundred times more terrible than death, but you have no right to refuse!
Knowing that a big mistake has been made, it is time to put things right. Things are not so bad that an old Orcs needs to sacrifice himself to gain a chance of survival. At least in my opinion, the situation today is much easier than the "fight or die" situation we faced more than 20,000 years ago.
Let me ask you, do you know what your good disciple Gul'dan is planning to do now?"
"His devilish bastard and his Shadow Council are planning something very dangerous! You, Draenei, you must stop him!"
Ner'zhul returned to his soul at this moment.
He used his last strength to grab Dick's wrist, shouted and begged:
"He must be stopped! Otherwise there will be no room for change in the war that will break out between Orcs and Draenei."
"Very well, it's enough that you know what he's going to do."
Dick threw a ball of healed Holy Light on Ner'zhul, and he said:
"Get up and leave with me. Since you also want to stop this war controlled by demons, then behave decently for me next!
First stop Shadow Council from completing those dangerous things, first eliminate the troubles among mortals, and then find a way to deal with the threat of the Burning Legion. The demons across the planet sea are not as scary as you think.
They can be blocked or defeated, but the premise is that the world must be united, not just Draenei or Orcs, but the power of the entire world must be united!
This is what I want to do next, Ner'zhul, I need your help."
Vigilant stood up and said:
"You still have some time to think about it yourself, sinner."
sinner
This unique title was like a heavy shackle. At this moment, Ner'zhul's body, which had just straightened up, collapsed again.
Male Orcss already have signs of a hunchback due to their body structure. Coupled with Ner'zhul's aging and his weakness at this time, he looked really old at this time, as if he had half a foot in a coffin.
It seems like he will fall down at any time, but not now!
What Gul'dan did to his own clan, what Gul'dan did to the entire Orcs civilization, and the disasters he wanted to cause in this world, all made Ner'zhul mentally and physically exhausted and filled with regret.
If it weren't for his original indulgence and blind trust, Gul'dan, a lame wanderer who lost his clan, would never have been able to gain so much power in a short period of time. Many people had clearly warned him, but under the influence of "Rulkan", he had lost the foresight and vigilance that a Chieftain should have.
Gul'dan is responsible for half of all the crimes he committed!
Now, as a sinner, he is not qualified to pray for a happy death. He must stop everything caused by his own hands, and then bear the pain and guilt for the rest of his life, hoping to be forgiven by Ancestral Spirit.
No!
I no longer have the qualifications to ask for forgiveness.
Ner'zhul tremblingly picked up the broken Shadowmoon Seer's Staff from the ground.
He looked at the stone pillars that were dead in the darkness around him. Those sacred objects that had been used to comfort the souls were looking at him with a cold gaze, just like countless Orcs ancestors suspended in the darkness, punishing him without saying a word but with an attitude of blame.
For a Shaman, this is definitely the most horrific punishment.
He almost staggered away from here, not even having the courage to make a promise to his already extremely disappointed ancestors.
Shame and pain overwhelmed him, making this tired soul miserable.
Holy Land's stone door fell down after a few seconds, completely sealing this place off from the outside world.
In front of the heavy stone door, Ner'zhul knelt there and cried silently. It was unbearable for an old, comatose and weak Orcs to show such an ugly appearance. Vigilant knew that the old guy needed some time, so he walked towards the exit.
He didn't care what Ner'zhul was thinking at this time, he just needed this guy to cheer up.
At this point where the war is about to happen, the existence of Ner'zhul is absolutely necessary. The brutal Horde in the official history has not yet been fully formed at this time. The first Great Chieftain Blackhand has just been elected and has not yet established his rule. The major clans have not yet completely obeyed him. Orcs, the strongest group of legends Chieftain, has not yet drunk Demon Blood.
They can still be saved.
But if the delay continues, then the foundation of Orcs as a civilization will completely collapse.
These brown-skinned guys will experience a more desperate and painful collapse than Eredar, and then embark on their "exile" with a more miserable identity. What's worse is that this exile will directly affect another world, making the already bad situation even worse.
"If you think about it carefully, it is very difficult to complete this matter. How about I go to Telmor to gather the ten thousand-year veterans of Hand of Argus, reorganize my Burning Legion, and then launch a great expedition to purify Draenor and kill all the Orcs who drank the demon blood?"
Dick narrowed his eyes and thought:
"Maybe this will be faster."
As Hand of Fate selected by Holy Light, it is a bit scary to have such an idea, but fortunately, Dick just thought about it. The current situation is very bad, but it is not so bad that he needs to transform into "Light Butcher".
There is still hope!
The premise is that it is fast enough.
He crossed the stone steps of Shadowmoon Cave and turned to the road away from here. As a result, when he crossed the bend in front of him, he unexpectedly saw another figure jumping down from the huge platform in front of him.
She walked vigorously, carrying a Hunting Battle Halberd made of gems and some kind of ferocious animal teeth, and a sapphire battle bow on her back. On the platform behind her, she killed a giant scavenger that was seriously contaminated by Void Power.
That thing looked like a giant snake with armor, and it was unknown how long it had lived in this dark cave.
To be able to fight such a ferocious beast alone, the strength of the lady in front of her is quite terrifying.
When Dick saw her, Archbishop Nali, who was jumping off the stone platform, also saw the huge man in front of him surrounded by the holy glimmer.
Her eyes were dull at this moment, even with a hint of panic and confusion, and her soft and strong body also stopped moving. She was so shocked that she even dropped the hunting sacred object "Red Throat's Fang" in her hand to the ground.
It pierced through the rock with a bang, showing the terrifying destructive power of this thing.
"Hi, Neri."
Dick showed a gentle smile and raised his hand to wave to his old friend. He suppressed the excitement and desire in his heart and tried to make a joke in as calm a voice as possible, but his trembling voice revealed his thoughts at this time.
He called out:
"We finally met, and I'm really happy to see you still have all your limbs intact."
"Bang"
The opponent rushed over like a cannonball and smashed into Saint's arms like a rocket headbutt.
She seemed to be using this method to confirm whether the guy in front of her really existed, or was it another illusion that she had occasionally seen in her dreams over the past twenty-five thousand years?
She hugged her very tightly.
The strength of the legendary ranger is not small, and even Dick felt a little squeezed and suffocated, but he did not blame him, but stretched out his arms to hold Neri, just like the other party hugged him, pulling this girl who had been separated for more than 20,000 years into his arms.
The caves that still retained the cold power became quiet at this moment.
Dick can even hear the rapidly beating heart in the other person's chest. The exaggerated frequency represents the undisguised release of a certain emotion.
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"I'm back."
He lowered his head, letting his smooth chin rest on Neri's long hair, and said softly:
"Although the waiting time is a bit long, you are no longer alone."
"Ah"
This response made Neri come back to her senses. Only then did she realize how ambiguous the situation between the two was at this time. She hurriedly reached out and pushed Saint away from her eyes, and defended loudly with a red face:
"This is just a welcome to our former comrades after their resurrection!
Yes!
This is just to welcome the great Vigilant back to our people at this precarious moment. You have no idea how dangerous the situation we are facing now is, just like Great Exodus of Argus twenty-five thousand years ago.
This is no exaggeration!
Bishop Council has realized that the war is coming, and we are making final preparations, but your return at this time is undoubtedly an inspiration to Holy Light!
Dick, the people need your leadership!
Just like the responsibilities you shouldered in that war."
The archbishop said a lot, Dick just maintained a gentle smile and listened. After she finished speaking, Dick nodded and said:
"Well, I'm glad to see you too."
"You deserve to die! I'm talking to you about business."
The archbishop's cheeks became redder and hotter.
She felt something weird in Dick's eyes, which made her a little ashamed to meet his eyes.
But the meeting came so hastily, as if fate deliberately did not give her more time to react, allowing the messy emotions in her brain to surge up at this moment, like a torrential flood that was about to break the mental dam.
She took the opportunity to turn around and retrieve the weapon to calm down, then took a deep breath, turned to Dick and said:
"Your actions today are really irresponsible. Although I know your force, entering the enemy's lair alone is not what you should do in your current status! If the people know that their Saint was harmed in Shadowmoon Graveyard, it will not be helpful to the current precarious situation.
Wait!
There's a sound from behind!
Come here, Dick!"
Neri grabbed his Hunting Battle Halberd vigilantly, jumped to Dick deftly in three or two steps, and looked at the cave that made the sound behind her. As she watched, Ner'zhul hobbled out with a broken bone staff, which made Neri narrow his eyes.
She glanced at Dick, who nodded to her and said:
"We must bring Ner'zhul Chieftain to Karabor Temple. With the help of Holy Light, he has seen with his own eyes the mastermind behind all this.
It's the devil! Neri.
Burning Legion did not give up hunting us during Draenei's two hundred years of peace. They waited patiently for our people to lose their vigilance, and then used Orcs as a starting point to trap us Annihilation in this world with nowhere to escape.
I wanted to say that you, the Archbishop Ranger, were a little too lazy and failed to detect the threat in advance, but it turns out that the inside story of this matter is more complicated than I imagined.
This is not entirely your problem.
Now, get out of here.
Return to Ambori Village first, and then we will discuss the next plan. Also, do you know why I was the first to contact you after I woke up, knowing that Velen was at Karabor Temple?"
"I understand."
Neri whispered in a serious tone:
"The transfer news of Vigilant's Holy Sarcophagus was only notified to Ambori Village and Garrison Commander, but Orcs got the news and set up an ambush in advance, which already explains a lot of problems. You are right, Dick, I have been a little too underestimated in recent years.
I'm sorry, I failed to live up to your expectations of me."
"Don't be stupid, what is living up to? You are still alive, you are still fighting, and you still have not given up. This already makes me very happy. Don't pay attention to what I told Shantok to tell you before. I just hope that your response speed will be faster."
Dick patted the Archbishop on the shoulder and said:
"Let's go back first. Ner'zhul's injury is very serious. Have you brought your flying mount over?"
"Well, my spirit dragon is outside, follow me!"
Neri was working as neatly as Dick remembered. She led the two of them out of Shadowmoon Cave. At the entrance, Dick saw those Shadowmoon Warlocks who were slaughtered by arrows and bullets.
Those guys seemed to be planning to summon something here, but their ritual was interrupted by Neri. There was still a heavy smell of sulfur in the place, and the Orcs used as a sacrifice also showed serious Fel corrosion.
Considering that Dick has been in Shadowmoon Cave before, and this Holy Land has no second exit, it is self-evident what these Warlock want to do.
The Orcss nearby were first killed when Dick rushed in, and then they gathered to do bad things. As a result, they bumped into the Neris who came to rescue and were massacred again. It is not an exaggeration to say that the Holy Land entrance was filled with blood.
But the Orcss under the command of Gul'dan were indeed crazy. After seeing someone coming out, they roared and stepped forward to fight.
"Don't mess with them!"
Dick pressed Neri's hand to take off the war bow, and he said:
"Let's retreat first. You call the spirit dragon and I will stop them."
After saying that, Saint picked up the halberd beside him and rushed out. Holy Light's resurgent Gleam filled the area with scorching heat in an instant. Harbinger of the Sun no longer restrained his own light and heat release, making it difficult for the dead bones released by Orcs to even get close.
Neri successfully used Dragon Whistle to call her loyal spiritual dragon down. She pushed Ner'zhul onto the saddle and was about to call Dick over, but found that the other party seemed to have no intention of leaving.
The archbishop wanted to scold this nonsense Saint, but then she thought of a strange possibility.
After a few seconds of doubts, Neri turned back to Ner'zhul and said:
"Go to Ambori Village yourself. Saint said you are very important. He and his Garrison Commander also rescued those Shadowmoon Orcs who were tortured by Warlock. Those people believe that you can bring order to things even when they are most desperate.
If you don't want to disappoint them, if you are truly repentant, then wait for us at Ambori Village!
You can also run away, Orcs!
Let's see if I can catch you again after I'm done with my business."
"I won't run away again."
Ner'zhul covered the bleeding wound and whispered:
"I will shoulder my responsibilities. Finally, I wish you a smooth date, you two. Haha, I was too young to go. Don't let your lonely and hot heart be left out."
"Huh?"
Neri glared at the nonsense old Orcs with wide eyes, but the latter just looked at her with a subtle look and then looked at Draenei Saint in the distance. As a deeply affectionate old Orcs, how could he not discover some weird feelings between the two people that could be expressed without words?
"Go, Gleam, take him to Ambori Village."
Neri patted his spiritual dragon.
This smart beast howled twice, stretched out its tongue and licked Neri's fingers, then flapped its huge butterfly-like wings and soared into the sky, accelerating and disappeared into the clouds.
Just a few seconds after the spirit dragon flew away, Saint, who had been struggling to kill the enemy just now, returned to Neri in a pile of fresh ashes with his halberd in hand with a regretful expression of "Oh no, I missed the final retreat."
The archbishop stared at him, Dick threw the halberd aside, and asked:
"Do you know why I came to you first after waking up?"
"I just answered this question, Dick, did you develop Alzheimer's disease from sleeping for too long?"
Neri scolded.
Dick shrugged. Under Neri's wide-eyed gaze, he leaned down and kissed her smooth forehead, and then said in her ear:
"Let me tell you a secret. During those years when I was sleeping, I could still hear the sounds from the outside world. I knew there was a girl who would say some strange things outside my coffin whenever she had time. So, tell me, Neri."
he asked:
"On the day Genedar fell, the last sentence you couldn't finish, I mean, those two words. I really want to know."
"Are you crazy?"
Neri pushed Saint away with a red face, and she said:
"We are now in Orcs's fortress, and there are thousands of crazy Fallen Orcs here who want to strangle us. Are you sure you want to ask this kind of thing at this time? Do something serious, okay?"
"Rather than getting down to business, I just want to complete the date that has been delayed for twenty-five thousand years."
Dick blew a whistle and let his holy war horse rush out from the light of Gleam.
He turned over and sat on the mount, stretched out his hand to Neri, and invited:
"I know there is a place with very beautiful scenery nearby. It has just arrived at dusk. So, brave and sassy lady ranger, would you like to go and enjoy the sunset with me, an old man who has slept for more than 20,000 years?"
Looking at the hand placed in front of her, Neri bit her lip. She held Dick's hand and let the other party pull her onto the war horse. She almost sat in front of Dick in a hugged posture.
She said:
"The situation is difficult. I just want to go back after enjoying the sunset! We are all busy."
"No."
Vigilant shook his head and said:
"Let all business go to hell. Tonight, even Holy Light's will will come second to you. Sit tight, I'm going to speed up."