(Additional update for "DiejiaGuo" brothers [4/5])
Fallen Moon.
This is a highland hidden in the dense forest in the northwest of Shadowmoon Valley, adjacent to the coastline of Shadowmoon Valley, and across the sea from Tanaan Jungle farther north. It is also the largest nest of the giant Shadow Raven, a specialty of Draenor, in Shadowmoon Valley.
It is indeed a very beautiful place, but quite desolate.
Except for some Draenei fishermen, few people would risk being attacked by giant ravens and come to this inaccessible place. Even the Shadowmoon Orcs people who have lived here for a longer time rarely come here because they have legends that there are certain "elves" hidden in this dense forest.
The superstitious Orcs would not choose to disturb those mysterious and dangerous creatures.
"The elves that Orcs are talking about are actually Draenor's specialty herbal creatures. Although there is no Spriggans settlement here, those annoying and noisy Podlings still walk around in groups. They will use their height and stealth advantages to ambush all outsiders who break into the dense forest.
In addition, there are also activities of elemental powers here.
There is an ancient Rock Elemental sleeping in a cave just below our feet. We'd better move gently and not disturb it."
Dick held Neri's hand and walked in this dense forest. He was as familiar with the terrain here as if he were walking in his own bedroom. He chose the best path and led Neri up to the high ground without disturbing the ravens in the forest and those pesky Podlings.
Just on the edge of the cliff near the sea.
When the two of them raised their heads, they could see the magnificent dusk sunset over Tanaan Jungle and Gleam. The sunset glow like burning clouds covered the entire Zangar Sea water surface in front of them, with a hint of primitive natural style in the rugged waves.
"How is it?"
Dick turned around and said to Neri:
"Does this scenery remind you of the sunset on the Mac'Aree coast?"
"Yes, I haven't seen such a quiet and beautiful dusk in many years."
Neri looked at the distant sunset covering the sky like a cloak. She let out a sigh of relief, glanced at the two people's clasped hands, and finally looked up at Dick.
She said:
"But I'm more curious, how do you know all this? You have just woken up, why are you so familiar with the Draenor world?
You can even lead me, a ranger who has been in Shadowmoon Valley for many years, to find this inaccessible place. This place should be very strange to you, but your attitude just now seems like you have been to this hidden place countless times.
The most important thing is that you just woke up yesterday, but not only do you know the role Ner'zhul played in the Orcs problem, you even know the existence of Shadow Council. Do you know how much energy I spent to dig out some information about the Warlock group?
Dick, how many secrets do you still hide from me?"
"I said, let's not talk about business tonight, but it seems that a certain archbishop has really become accustomed to mixing work and life during his more than 20,000 years of exile."
Dick picked some red and green flowers from the ground and knitted them in his hands. He sat on a stone and said helplessly:
"Look at what a great environment this is, can't you say something that you should say in this situation?"
"What do you want me to say? What do you want to hear?"
Neri has a straight face.
But her little tail that kept wagging betrayed her panic at this time.
Although she has fought among the stars for twenty-five thousand years, although she is a famous legendary hunter, a majestic archbishop, and a figure at the core of the Draenei Clan's power, she is an absolute novice when it comes to these things.
It's okay to be nervous.
And the most important thing is, if Neri behaves very skillfully at this time, then it will be Diakum the Saint who should be panicked.
"Repeat what you have said outside my coffin for the past twenty-five thousand years."
Dick laughed, pulled Neri's hand to make her sit down, and then naturally reached out to hold her waist.
This action made the legendary ranger's originally flexible body stiffen.
"I won't let you go to war, so relax."
Vigilant Saint glanced at the crooked garland in his hand. It seemed that his hands were used to holding weapons and he no longer had the talent to make crafts. He really couldn't give this thing as a gift, so he could only throw it aside and said helplessly:
"The muscles all over your body are tense. You know this is a date, right? I owe it to you on the last night of Krokuun."
"You don't owe me anything, Dick, we can't ask you to pay more for us."
Neri sighed and said:
"On the contrary, we have been unable to find a way to wake you up for so many years. They said they would put your Holy Sarcophagus on Ambori Village as an inspiring holy object. I objected, but... I'm sorry, for a while, even I lost confidence.
I shouldn't have hidden it from you."
"I don't want to hear this."
Dick said with a straight face:
"I noticed that you seem to have become timid. When you were a hundred years old, you dared to ask me out for a walk. Why are you so hesitant now?"
"Because we have all changed."
Neri shook his head.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. Then she closed her eyes and lay on Dick's chest. She listened to the heavy heartbeat and said:
"Twenty-five thousand years of exile has changed a lot. I thought I would not change, but it turns out that I overestimated my tenacity and underestimated the difficulty of this journey. I thought I was strong enough, but in the face of the test of time, I am just a coward Eternal Life
Just like the prophecy you once made to me, I am afraid of becoming the loser in my destiny, so I can only force myself to keep moving forward."
She paused and raised her head to look at Diakum who was leaning against the stone.
She looked at this face that was exactly the same as in her memory, and reached out her hand to touch his cheek, as if stroking the past in her memory.
Dick also looked at her, watching the light in Neri's eyes change bit by bit, as if the thick mental shell imposed on her by more than 20,000 years of hard journey was being peeled away bit by bit, and she finally found the almost forgotten self in the memories hidden deep in her heart.
Finally, under Vigilant's gentle gaze, Neri smiled, and she was finally able to face herself and the man in front of her calmly.
She said:
"I miss you so much, Diakum.
Time has not diluted the tacit understanding we accumulated in the war years as I feared, and disaster has not made me forget those complex emotions of admiration and closeness. You know, after I received the news of your resurrection, I didn't even have time to tidy up my appearance and rushed over in such a hurry.
That wasn't a rational decision, but to hell with rationality.
I miss you so much
Every day, every night, in every dream, I tell every moon about my hometown and you who seem to stay there forever.
I'm old.
You are still young."
"This is the wonder of fate. I like mature girls."
Dick stretched out his hand and touched Neri's chin. He admired the face, which had not changed much from his memory, and touched the scar on Neri's neck while moving his fingers.
It was the scar torn apart by the demon that caused Neri to lose her sweet voice, and she could only express her feelings with her current hoarseness.
"Come here!"
He called out, causing Archbishop Nali to pounce on him like a moth to a flame.
Hugging, kissing and comforting, the two Eternal Life couples, whose combined age exceeds 50,000 years, were on this undisturbed Tranquility cliff, talking to each other in the distant sunset.
The outpouring of emotion is a natural and natural sedimentation. It is not only the mutual attraction between men and women, but also the echo today of the desperate war that changed the fate of all Eredar more than 20,000 years ago!
The relationship between him and Neri has long gone beyond the scope of feelings. The relationship between them is really complicated.
For short-lived species, such a complicated relationship often hinders further contact between the two.
But Eredar is the Eternal Life species!
They have a long enough life to carry more complex emotions. For them, the more complicated the relationship, the easier it is for each other to transcend the simplest and most obscene lust and become "soul mates" in the true sense.
For these immortal species, what they care more about is spiritual connection rather than short-term and stupid physical pleasure.
Of course, that's what it says, but the race needs to reproduce. In order to ensure its survival, genes will still set up some necessary "reward programs" in the bodies of the long-lived species. They rarely become truly emotional, but when their hearts are close, they will also have the same impulse as the short-lived species.
Dick also confirmed once again that Eredar women's little tails are definitely the most beautiful gift in this universe!
This flexible little cutie can not only be used to express moods and emotions, but as part of a lady's beauty and demeanor, it can even become a perfect "holding hand" when necessary.
He shares his findings with Neri.
It is a pity that Neri is obviously just a beginner in this field and has no more experience to share with him. Although Vigilant Saint has rich theoretical experience, this body that has been sleeping for more than 20,000 years obviously needs further adaptation when it is first "Holy Gun Anchors Away".
Therefore, the sunset on the horizon is like a shy bystander, urging the regretful sunset not to join in the fun at this time, so as not to disturb the good things of the two "ancients". If Vigilant Saint is angered, be careful that he will hit Holy Gun into the sky to create the wonder of the sun.
The bolder stars in the sky climbed to the sky in a silent leap, as if they were weaving the most beautiful and tender reunion night for this pair of crazy men and resentful women.
They did not allow the incomprehensible night wind to blow too much, so as not to destroy the sweetness of the intense love. Even the flowers and plants on the sea cliff became sensible and tried their best to bear the weight of the two people as they rolled over them.
That is a total of more than 50,000 years of loneliness. Even if every ray of starlight is turned into brush strokes, it is difficult to write a poem that soothes the soul.
At this moment, perhaps indulgence can warm each other more than restraint.
It's like trying to make up for twenty-five thousand years of missed sweet words with actions in one night.
When the moon rises three poles, this lonely conversation comes to an end.
Neri leaned against the stone, not wanting to move at all. The legendary ranger pinched his twitching calf and said hoarsely:
"So tired."
"It should."
Diakum Commodore, who was lying next to the stone, stretched out his hand to play with the little tail with fingerprints left in front of him, and said warmly:
"Emotions that have been accumulated for more than 20,000 years are like a volcano. It should have erupted like a volcano. If I had not been seriously injured and fell into a coma at that time, maybe we would even have children now, and I guess there is more than one.
After all, as the only remaining Ancient Eredar of the Draenei Clan, we should lead by example and respond to the call for the reproduction of civilization."
"Dick. Are you proposing?"
Neri closed her eyes and clenched her fists, and gave Saint a hard blow on her waist. She said:
"Don't say these disgraceful words at this time, I will not accept it! Not only because my current responsibilities and my identity do not allow me to leave my post so hastily, this will bring a lot of trouble to our people.
What's more, we just met again, you have to give me some time."
"Tell the truth!"
Dick pinched hard with his fingers, causing Neri to cry out in pain.
She angrily withdrew her tail and stared at Dick. Under the gentle and probing gaze of the other party, she sighed and said:
"You have kept me waiting for more than 20,000 years, so why should I rush to your side like a puppy after you call me? I also have my career and my life. The most important thing is that Argus has not recovered yet, Diakum.
Carrying World Vow on our backs, do you and I really want to change the focus of our lives before this ambition is completed?
You know, life is not easy for all Ancient Eredar including you and me. We cannot interrupt our vows at this time, especially you, you are the number one "Oathkeeper".
Me.
I can't be so selfish."
"Neri, don't mention such a heavy thing at this time."
Dick shook his head.
He stared at the stars in the distant sky, and after a few seconds of silence, he said to Neri who was leaning on his shoulder:
"Do you think any of these starlights belong to Argus? Is He still looking at us? Looking forward to us returning with glory one day?"
"Well, from an astronomical point of view, it should be impossible to see the starlight of Argus here."
Neri brushed his wet hair and said:
"We have crossed the sea of stars in the past 20,000 years. According to the star map provided by Army of the Light, we have left the most distant galaxy that Naaru has ever explored and come to the other side of the physical universe.
The distance between us and our hometown has exceeded the astronomical scale in the conventional sense. Even if the Naaru spacecraft did not crash, it would be difficult for us to return to our hometown by sailing across the sea of stars.
Maybe there is hope for Eredar in other worlds, but Draenei Clan can only accomplish this by praying for the gift of fate.
Many tribesmen have regarded the previous oath as an ancient legend.
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It has been so long that those facts should have been forgotten."
"So, is this the real reason why Draenei is in a corner?"
Dick asked:
"Because our people have forgotten Argus's World Vow. Compared with the illusory future, they have become more realistic and started to care about their own lives."
"There are aspects of this, but it is more due to the crash of Genedar."
Neri stretched out his fingers and drew famous circles on Dick's broad chest.
She sighed and said:
"That crash caused us to lose more than just one spaceship. Diakum, and the three Guardian Naaru who crossed the star sea with us all died in the disaster.
Without the connection between Naaru, we have been effectively cut off from the other Eredar clan refuges. For more than two hundred years, we who were supposed to be sentinels have been trapped and died in this world.
We don't know what happened in the star sea, and we don't know whether the ten thousand-year war between Army of the Light and Burning Legion is still going on.
We have been abandoned by the stars, Dick.
The only way left for us seems to be to rebuild civilization in this world.
Archbishop Hataaru and his most trusted technician Romul have been trying to repair Naaru's contactor, but with little success. Only Naaru can operate that thing, and we mere mortals can't even understand how it works.
Great Prophet, who can predict the future, first banished Lady Kara who fell into darkness at the cost of serious injuries before the spacecraft crashed, and then single-handedly protected the vast majority of the people during the crash. He has been in a terrible state of serious injury for a hundred years. He has been recuperating in Karabor Temple until he slowly recovered in the past few years. The price of these two protections was that Velen lost the ability and talent of prophecy.
We don't know yet whether this loss is temporary or permanent.
So, I know that you are very dissatisfied with the current living conditions of Draenei, but I hope you will not attribute these problems to Velen.
He was also helpless.
Velen lost his wife in the fall of Genedar. After the tragedy of Commander Kil'jaeden, fate dealt him another heavy blow.
He was also a victim in that disaster."
"Huh?"
Dick said in surprise:
"So, is Velen's son still with him?"
"Yes, Genedar picked them up during the evacuation. In order to remember everything that happened to Argus, the child changed his name to "Eredath"."
Neri propped up his body, kissed Dick on the cheek, then sat up and started to get dressed.
She said:
"He served in the Krokuun Legion of Telmor incognito, determined to become a great Garrison Commander like the former commander of Kil'jaeden. No one except the archbishop and other senior officials knew the true identity of Eredath.
That is also a kind of protection for him.
In addition, I don't know if you know it well, but Fareeya and her companions joined Army of the Light. They have been resisting demons and saving civilians in various worlds. In the last contact before the spacecraft crashed, I heard that Fareeya was awarded the honorary title of "Crescent Blade".
That is not the honorific title given to her by Mother of Light, but the respect and love given to this warrior Holy Light by the people from the several worlds that she personally saved. The former recruit Danzi is now also a legendary general famous in the stars.
And Twins
You will never guess what they have done in Army of the Light. They were appointed by Mother of Light as Army of the Light's Twins Archbishop, and they are already the true supreme commanders in the glorious Burning Legion."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
Dick also sat up and took Neri, who was wearing underwear, into his arms again. He whispered to Neri:
"Mother of Light Xe'ra is a dangerous Naaru. When you hear me use "danger" to describe this Holy Light creature, you should know that the other party is definitely not a good person. She is indeed fulfilling the duty of saving and fighting evil, but that does not mean that every decision of Xe'ra is correct.
We have to find a way to call Twins and Fareeya back!
If they can still be saved"
"Huh?"
Neri looked at Dick in surprise, and she said in a cautious tone:
"You're not kidding?"
"Of course! Just like your previous question, why do I know Draenor so well, why do I know Ner'zhul and Shadow Council, and what other secrets do I have?"
Dick stroked the scars on Neri's back and whispered:
"Because Holy Light allowed me to see that while I was sleeping, no, even during the time in the Argus world, I seemed to be traveling through different histories. I saw many changes and twists in destiny like a prophet looking at the future. I know what will happen in the Draenor world.
I will do my best to prevent the realization of despair, and I also know where we should go in the future.
That world called "Azeroth"!
There we can find a way to save Argus. If we can't find it there, then our search will ultimately end in despair.
Are all these injuries on your body caused by the past?"
"Hmm."
Neri did not ask Dick what he saw in Holy Light's revelation.
Perhaps because of the intimate contact between body and soul just now, she chose to believe the man next to her who had just shared a big secret with her. Facing Dick's fingers touching the scar on her back, she said:
"This wound was caused by the ambush of demons in the Xagaria world. It was our first stop after leaving Argus. The demons chased us, but we were well prepared, and we defeated them there.
A priestess named "Askarra" held Naaru Beacon and called out Holy Light to incinerate the cruel demon army. She almost died there, but was eventually sent to Army of the Light for treatment, and now she has become Lightforged Grand Executor of a certain Eredar clan.
She is also our second recognized Saint.
Of course, compared to you, that is more of an honorary title."
"Askarra is not dead. I am so happy. Even though I have never had contact with that sister of faith, in the history that Holy Light showed me, she died in Xagaria."
Dick said softly:
"The person who changed his fate is rightly called "Saint"! What about this knife?"
His fingers slid down to Neri's waist.
There was a scar that almost cut her in half. When asked, Neri leaned into Dick's warm arms, as if sitting by the fireplace and recalled:
"That was in the miraculous world called "Odachi". Army of the Light noticed the demon's invasion of that world, and they went to support it. It happened that Genedar was also in that star field at the time, so under the order of Grand Executor Haddon, I led the rangers to participate in that war.
You can't imagine how crazy those Odachi are!
They defeated thirty-three large-scale attacks by demons on their own. Even when they suffered heavy casualties, they were able to defeat the arrogant Fel demigods of Annihilation. It was useless even for the Conqueror Kil'jaeden to come forward in person. In the end, they forced Dark Titan to descend into the avatar and personally asked Odachi to surrender.
Their leader "The Fearless" rejected the declaration of destruction and slashed the incarnation of Dark Titan with a sharp blade.
Although that world was eventually destroyed, some Odachi were still saved by Army of the Light. Unfortunately, they did not choose to join Army of the Light. Instead, they snatched a spaceship from Ethereal and disappeared into the star sea.
However, I believe that those terrifying and fearless Warrior are still fighting against the Burning Legion, and they are our fellow travelers."
"Odachi also left a blood descendant? That's great!"
Dick This is really a surprise.
There are only a handful of people in this sea of stars who can injure Dark Titan. Even just a projection is enough to prove Odachi's bravery. Although he is not an ally, it is still satisfying to see Mordor a terrifying enemy.
"So, this injury was also left in a certain battle?"
Dick held Neri in his arms and stroked a short wound on her flat belly. Facing his question, Neri was embarrassed and whispered:
"This was accidentally scratched when I was cutting fruit with a knife."
"Uh."
Dick burst into laughter.
Then it was like learning history, listening to Neri tell the origin of each injury on her body.
This kind of strange teaching inevitably involves skin-to-skin contact. In fact, this inquiry may have been another outstanding display of "tactical thinking" by the cunning Vigilant from the beginning. The result was just as he hoped. After teaching and teaching, they couldn't help but fall into each other again during a certain eye contact.
"Go faster this time!"
Archbishop Nali, who was wearing underwear, turned around, stared at Saint, warned and urged:
"We have to get back to Ambori Village before dawn. This kind of indulgence once is enough. In fact, I feel that I have received far more comfort than I need for more than 20,000 years of loneliness. It will be enough for me to be as free as possible for the next few hundred years."
"But tonight is still a long night."
Saint obviously doesn't see it that way.
He held the cute little tail again, and pulling it was like blowing a duel horn, putting the Archbishop into a "fighting state" again.
He said:
"When the next dawn comes, you and I will become Warrior who must move forward with World Vow on their backs, but I don't want to see this date end in an anticlimactic manner. At least tonight, we only belong to each other.
Ah, may Holy Light bless you, may Holy Light bless you and me."
"Asshole, don't mention Holy Light at this time! You blasphemous heretic who deserves to be burned at the stake."