Even Without 14 Spirit Beasts, You Still Have the Nerve to Call Yourself a Legendary Hunter? [Release Bonus Update 17/50]

(Additional update for "Gervis" brother [2/5])

Dick and his Warriors move very fast.

He led this small army as if he was in charge of the Hand of Argus Legion and left the deserted Ambori Village at a super high speed. In the evening, they took a small road and arrived at Burial Grounds under the leadership of Ner'zhul.

But the situation here is much worse than what Ner'zhul described.

Generally speaking, in a star with stable world rules, mortal eyes cannot see spiritual bodies, but now, under the interference of Void Power that has been sown, the Burial Grounds in the entire canyon is full of painful Orcs souls.

Those disturbed Undeads let out eerie screams under the torture of this twisted psychic ritual. Those Void Powers originating from Dark Stars were poured into their spirit bodies, twisting them into violent ghosts. They were then bound in the dead bones by the Shadowmoon Warlocks and became usable Warriors.

As for those weak spirits, these vicious guys will use cruel methods to make them into Soul Stone.

That thing is the casting material of Warlock, and it may also be used as a "life-saving thing" occasionally.

In addition to the disturbed Orcs ancestors, the Draeneis also found angrily that the dirty rituals being performed by the Orc Warlocks had obviously disturbed the creatures around this large area.

Including those dead Beaded Tooth Elephant, Talbuk, Two-Headed Wyvern and even Orcs's Dire Wolf were all transformed into cruel ghost creatures by their tainted spirits.

Moreover, this purple polluted area is spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye. If it is not controlled, it may spread to the vicinity of Ambori Village in a few days. By then, less than half of the dead in Shadowmoon Valley will not rest in peace.

Ner'zhul knelt down in pain and begged Ancestral Spirit for forgiveness, while recruits like Yrel gritted their teeth and cursed Orc Warlock for not being a good person. The more experienced Garrison Commander had already started praying to prepare for Holy Water.

These liquids consecrated by Holy Light are not very effective when used for offense, but they are very effective when combined with flame burning to dispel normal filth and curses.

On the edge of Burial Grounds, Neri, who was ready for battle, whispered to Dick at this moment:

"This ritual will not affect our dead. After Draenei fell in Draenor, we built the sacred mausoleum Auchenai in Talador Region to bury our dead using the ancient tradition of Eredar.

Archbishop Maladaar is the person in charge there. He also trained many Soulbinder for us to ensure that the souls of our people will not be homeless when death comes.

But there are not just Burial Grounds and Dick, this is a secret that only Executive Officer knows.

Auchindoun Sanctuary is also the place of inheritance and transfer of the Star Soul Will Fragment inside the Draenei Clan. The Star Soul Will Fragment carried by Ancient Eredar when it escaped will be transferred to the newly born compatriots through the ceremony of Auchenai.

Just like young people like Yrel.

When she reaches adulthood, she needs to participate in the ceremony at Auchenai. If she passes, she can get a Star Soul Will Fragment."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

Dick is still leaning on Legacy Battleaxe.

Although the crystal edge of this weapon had melted in the previous battle, it was difficult for him to find a stronger weapon than this thing. Anyway, with Light Unsheathed's skills, he could reshape the damaged weapon "Light Blade" without affecting Dick's battle.

He looked at Burial Grounds, who was in chaos in front of him, and whispered to Neri:

"If the traitor is an archbishop, it means that Auchenai's secret has already been known to the Burning Legion! If Polluter's purpose is to recover more Star Soul Will Fragment for the Burning Legion, then Auchenai will suffer an unimaginable blow when the devil invades.

After we uncover the traitor, all members of Neri and Auchindoun Sanctuary, especially those Soulbinder who have direct contact with Star Soul Will Fragment, must be scrutinized!

You have to do this yourself."

Neri's expression was serious. She knew that Dick's concern was necessary, but she also heard other meanings from Dick's words. She wanted to think for a moment, but the intimacy between the two had broken through the constraints, so she simply asked directly:

"Dick, I feel like you are thinking of something dangerous. What are you going to do?"

"I won't hide my plans from you, Neri."

Dick said in a deep voice:

"I plan to reorganize Assassin Court and Judgment Court. The current Bishop Council system is very good, but compared to Second Co-Governance Era's system, we seriously lack the ability to spy on external intelligence and maintain internal stability.

The ranger group under your command must be reorganized into a more powerful real organization. I will suggest this to Velen and Hutton, and you are the perfect commander for Draenei Assassin Court in the future. You were once the elite commander of Assassin Court. No one knows better than you how a strong security department should operate."

"Grand Executor Haddon may agree, but Velen and the other archbishops will definitely be worried."

Neri shook his tail uneasily and said:

"That organization has been dead for more than 20,000 years."

"Their dissatisfaction cannot be based on endangering the safety of the tribe and disturbing World Vow!"

Dick snorted and said:

"Velen will understand the necessity of this action. As for other people's opinions, I don't care! Their suspicions have not been eliminated yet. Besides, look at what you have cultivated your tribe for more than two hundred years?

Do you think that if Eredar of Second Co-Governance Era were here, the civilization level of Orcs could pose even the slightest threat to us?

Not to mention the small number of people, there are 200,000 Draenei! Neri here, which is equivalent to half of the total population of Krokuun Governorate, but have you ever seen any Governor District military force in the Argus world that is as weak as ours now?"

"Dick. Oh my God! Argus was already twenty-five thousand years ago. You can't always live in the past."

Neri felt helpless for a moment.

She held Dick's fingers with her archery-gloved hand, and whispered:

"I know you were there to protect the people, but this is not the past. You are no longer in that war."

"There is no difference between now and the past. That war has never ended for me. Argus The decisive battle has not ended. It is just an intermission now. Neri. Years of exile have made you weak.

But it doesn't matter, just stay with me and I will make you strong again."

Dick showed a gentle smile, pinched Neri's face affectionately, and said:

"Just like I will make our people brave again, it only takes one or two wars. It's not that I like disputes, but we must re-arm, otherwise we can only close our eyes and wait to die in the face of the incoming demon."

"Warriors are watching!"

Neri slapped Dick's finger off, scolded, and then heard Dick say in a long voice:

"However, can you explain to me why in the past twenty-five thousand years, the "love story" between you and me has almost become the Bible describing "love" and praising loyalty in the Draenei Clan?

You and I both know that the real breakthrough in our relationship was only last night, but in those outrageous stories, we even gave birth to children in at least one intensive camp. Do you dare to say that you didn't contribute to this?

When you have free time, you write pornographic stories in which you are the protagonist, right?

Why didn't I realize you had this hobby before?"

"Holy Light is on top! Let us think about how to deal with these angry Undead."

Neri abruptly changed the topic.

After all, it's not her fault for what happened in the past.

As she said, there was a period of time when she herself despaired of Dick's awakening. Under such circumstances, it was just a pastime to write some girl literature that missed the youthful days of the past, and she didn't know which troublemaker actually circulated those words.

As a result, it became what it is now.

Well, which troublemaker did this?

At this time, the senior ranger commander Yura, who was escorting the Ambori Village villagers into the area near Karabor Temple, suddenly sneezed. She looked around suspiciously, suspecting that someone was talking about her behind her back, maybe it was her boyfriend whom she had not contacted for more than three hundred years.

At this moment, the condescending Yura quickly noticed a Karabor Temple patrol knight approaching here.

Her eyes lit up, and she flew down with the spirit dragon.

"Maraad Garrison Commander!"

When approaching the ground, Captain Yura called to the captain of the Elekk knights in front of him. The tall Garrison Commander who was called pushed his helmet and looked at Yura in confusion. He had no friendship with the Ael'dor rangers before.

Of course, Archbishop Nali is affectionately regarded as an "elder" by him and his sister because of some enduring rumors.

"Come here, I have a message for you."

Yura jumped off the spiritual dragon and made a gesture to Maraad to talk secretly. Garrison Commander told his subordinates to stay where they were, and then followed Yura to an area dozens of steps away.

He has been in a bad mood for the past two days, and his face has become cold and serious.

The reason must be related to the fact that Vigilant's Holy Sarcophagus was desecrated by Orcs, and this incident has spread in Karabor Temple. The people are very angry, especially the Garrison Commander who regard Vigilant Saint as a symbol of class, and everyone is filled with righteous indignation.

Under this situation, the call for an all-out war with Orcs has formed a trend of public opinion that cannot be ignored by senior officials.

But the problem is that Vigilant only woke up yesterday. Even if Holy Sarcophagus was really desecrated, the speed of news dissemination would not be fast enough for the bad news to spread throughout Karabor Temple within one day. Therefore, this public opinion storm is too "coincidental".

"Your "elder" asked me to bring you a message."

Yura whispered:

"But this is a secret order. He asked me to tell you that this is the "recruit qualification assessment" for you to join "Hand of Argus" Burning Legion."

"What? My elder? Are you kidding me?"

Maraad inherited his father's character, he is not a serious Garrison Commander who likes to joke.

After hearing Yura's description, he immediately frowned.

But then, under Yura's subtle look, Maraad immediately reacted. His expression changed, and just as he was about to ask, he saw Yura secretly take out something from his protective bra and stuff it into his hand.

That thing still had body heat, but that wasn't the point. Maraad's eyes widened when it fell into the palm of his hand.

A tail ring!

A Argus Heart tail ring.

As far as he knew, out of the 129,826 Argus Heart artifacts that were forged during the Thirty Days War when Eredar fled his hometown, only one was made into a cumbersome tail ring style.

This is the first Argus Heart in history. It is held by a hero who will go down in history. He is regarded as the first Oathkeeper and occupies a very important position in the history of Eredar.

This thing is simply impossible to copy!

Not only because of the skills and materials, but also because of the meaning it represents, no jeweler in the current Draenei clan dares to imitate this thing, unless he is impatient and hopes to anger Hand of Argus A thousand-year-old veteran came and smashed his shop, and tied him to the stake in the name of "blaspheming Saint". He experienced the wonderful story of "burning Eternal Life" amidst the cheers of a group of fanatical believers.

Maraad held the tail ring tightly, his body trembling.

He forced himself to calm down. After taking several deep breaths, he looked at Yura with eyes that could not hide his joy and shock. He did not ask any questions, but Yura understood his eyes, nodded to him, and said:

"Anyway, I'm just a messenger!

"That lord" has his own plan for doing this, and in his plan, you are obviously a very important ambush soldier along the way, to help him capture clues about the traitor hiding among our tribe.

Are you ready to take your orders?

Let me declare in advance that if you accept the order, you must obey my command, because this is also my "return to the team" mission, and I don't want that adult to underestimate me."

"Of course!"

Maraad stood up straight and said in a deep voice:

"Before my mother died, she told my sister and I to believe that miracles would happen. I know what my mother was referring to. He was my father's fighting brother! When my sister and I grew up, we always regarded him as our "adopted father" in the family.

Tell me, what does my uncle need from me?"

"Haha, you are lucky to have such an "uncle" in the stall. That adult's temper is much worse now than it was 20,000 years ago. Maybe it's because the situation is really bad."

Yura joked, and then whispered a few words with a serious face.

Maraad nodded, accepted the order and then returned to his team. He ordered to his companions:

"Follow me! We need to personally escort the people of Ambori Village to Aldor Holy Land for temporary refuge. These villagers hold clues to the movements of Shadowmoon Orcs and the desecration of Vigilant's Holy Sarcophagus. They must be closely protected.

Don't alert others, we have to do this covertly."

"Holy Light will purify all evil! Confession!"

In the deep roar, the Legacy Battleaxe covered with double-sided Light Blade chopped down, burning a Voidwalkers together with the Shadowmoon Warlock it protected. In the background of the evil man being crushed to ashes, Dick expressionlessly carried the battle ax and strolled on the battlefield looking for the next "victim".

Under the leadership of the two legends he and Neri, Garrison Commander and the hunters broke through Burial Grounds's blockade in less than ten minutes.

Gul'dan is not here, and Shadow Council has not deployed heavy troops here. Perhaps because it is close to Shaz'gul Fortress where Shadowmoon Clan is stationed, the Orcs people do not think that there will be a surprise attack here and therefore relax their vigilance.

While the brave Garrison Commanders were chasing down the collapsed psychics and Warlock, they sprinkled Holy Water on the filthy Burial Grounds. Ner'zhul personally held a torch and ignited the screaming filth in the energy conflict caused by the sprinkle of Holy Water.

The flame ignited and burned quickly as if gasoline had been poured on it.

Those filthy Undead also screamed in the fire, but after Void Power was expelled, these Undead who calmed down would express their gratitude to Ner'zhul with grateful gestures. They just hugged each other in the fire and allowed their spirits to be burned into elemental particles.

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For these suffering spirits, this kind of peace is exactly what they need.

But as it burned, Ner'zhul discovered that something was wrong. The old Shaman found some clues. After a careful search, he became furious.

"Damn it! The crazy Gul'dan dares to blaspheme the heroic spirits of the Shadowmoon Clan ancestors Chieftain!"

Old Orcs jumped on his feet and roared:

"I'm going to strangle that bitch with my own hands!"

"What's going on?"

Neri, who was holding a "low-lethal" sapphire war bow, shot arrows to kill the fleeing Warlock and Fallen Orcs, and asked:

"Why don't you Shadowmoon Clan bury the remains of your ancestors in your Holy Land, but instead place them in Burial Grounds? Why don't your Holy Land be used by the most distinguished people in your family?"

"Because Shadowmoon Clan's duty is to serve the dead of all Orcs clans."

Ner'zhul picked up the bones that had been carelessly discarded on the ground. He looked sad and explained in a hoarse tone:

"Shadowmoon Graveyard obviously cannot bury all the remains of Orcs. Only the remains of Orcs with status and merit will be sent there. Most ordinary Orcs will spend their last days in Burial Grounds, so Shadowmoon Chieftain will never place their remains in the cemetery.

Just as we serve our compatriots during our lives, we will be here to guide the souls of the deceased to Oshu'gun Holy Mountain after our death.

This is the pride, responsibility and honor of every Shadowmoon Chieftain.

But Gul'dan desecrated them.

He must be doing it for the astrological knowledge about Dark Star that Shadowmoon Chieftain has mastered throughout the ages, that piece of shit."

"My condolences."

Neri said something and then asked:

"Is there anything we can do?"

"Let them rest in peace. They have been tortured to the point of being very weak, and they are no different from other spirit beings."

Ner'zhul whispered:

"I'll do it myself."

As he spoke, he knelt down in front of a huge stone monument and recited a psychic incantation.

Although the elements no longer respond to his call as a sinner, Ner'zhul is still an elite spellcaster among Orcs, and he also has a clan-specific profession of "Psychic Master".

Under his call, the tortured Shadowmoon Chieftain souls were awakened from their weakness. They loudly insulted Ner'zhul, scolding him for being ignorant and introducing Gul'dan into the Shadowmoon Clan, which caused all this tragedy.

Ner'zhul turned a deaf ear to this.

He knew that these spirits had been tortured too much, and what they needed was not an apology, but rest.

However, among these Shadowmoon Chieftain spirits, there was a lady who was very confused. She did not participate in the curse, but kept looking for something around her.

Ner'zhul tried several times but failed to soothe the soul of this female Chieftain.

He asked in a sad tone:

"Mother Omra, what kind of obsession makes you stubborn and unwilling to rest in peace? Please tell your incompetent descendants, and I will definitely help you realize your last wish."

"Well, little Ner'zhul. You have grown up and become old. You must have had a very difficult time these years."

That female Chieftain obviously knows Ner'zhul.

As she spoke, old Orcs maintained an awkward silence until the revenant finally revealed the reason why she did not want to rest in peace.

"My hunting companion, the mighty Gola, is bewitched."

The dead soul of female Chieftain sighed:

"I can't find it. I can't leave it alone in this dangerous place. Little Ner'zhul, help me find it. If you and the clan need its help, then keep it.

Gola still has the desire to fight!

It shouldn't have come with me to the realm of the dead, but it's in pain now and I can feel it, help me find it, help me heal it.

I leave it to you, my child."

After saying that, the dead spirit of the female chieftain dissipated in front of Ner'zhul and Nellie, and she entrusted her obsession to her child.

"Who is Gola?"

Neri asked curiously:

"That doesn't sound like Orcs?"

"That is a powerful Dire Wolf leader, the hunting partner of Mistress Omra, and the most powerful leader Shadowmoon Clan has ever owned."

Ner'zhul explained:

"When the mistress Omra passed away due to old age, the loyal Gola went with her without eating or drinking for fifteen days at her grave. As a child at the time, I witnessed that scene with my own eyes. We must find it.

I feel that Gola may be in trouble, and it should be related to Void Power. Those corrosive dark forces like to be parasitic in such powerful organisms!"

"But you are a Shaman and a psychic, and a half-hearted Warlock, but you are not a hunter."

Dick's voice came from behind. He who had already executed more than a dozen Shadowmoon Warlock in the name of Holy Light had lost interest in torturing food.

He carried the battle ax and said seriously to the two of them:

"That is a powerful beast. If it foresees danger and wants to hide itself, no one except the most outstanding hunters will be able to find its traces. Ner'zhul, Your Excellency, you are now facing an embarrassing situation."

Dick glanced at Neri and said:

"Archbishop Nali is our Draenei's best hunter. She should be able to find Gola's traces, but if you ask for her help, you must be prepared to lose Gola.

The spirit body of the beast that has been deeply corroded by the void can only meet the end of being shattered, unless there is a hunter with a noble heart who is willing to deeply bind and support it at the cost of his own soul.

Only in this way can we help the powerful beast defeat the corruption in its heart.

But that is your Shadowmoon Clan's treasure, and we Draenei have never had the bad habit of robbing other people's treasures at will."

"You just have to write the word "calculation" on your face, Vigilant! But do I have any choice now? I must save Gola! This is the first step in the redemption of a sinner like me!

Go for it!

Anyone can save it."

How could Ner'zhul, who is so old, not be able to hear the underlying meaning of Dick's words? What's more, this guy had no intention of hiding it.

Neri looked confused. She waved her hands and said:

"I can't. After all thirteen of my war beasts left me due to time reasons, I no longer plan to tame any war beasts. That kind of separation will always make me miserable."

"Then you are blessed, because soul beasts cannot die, they are immortal."

Dick quietly pinched Neri's tail behind him and said:

"As far as I know, even in the entire physical universe, the birth of a soul beast is an extremely rare miracle. Those noble souls who were supposed to go to Land of the Dead were stranded in the world of the living for various reasons.

Only the luckiest hunters get their own soul beast companions.

Go, Neri, Ner'zhul, Your Excellency has agreed that you will save Shadowmoon Clan's treasure.

Orcs respects wolves. With such a Ghost Wolf as a partner, your future communication with Orcs will be much smoother, especially for a traditional conservative like Frostwolf Clan."

"But what should I do?"

Neri has never tracked a soul beast. In fact, this is the first time she has heard of the concept of "soul beast".

She asked Dick for advice. As Garrison Commander, Dick spent a few minutes telling her partner the detailed steps on how to capture the soul beast. His skillful posture was as steady as that of a twenty-year-old hunter teaching online.

Neri and Ner'zhul were stunned for a moment while listening.

Facing the doubts in their eyes, Dick said without blushing:

"This is obviously the precious knowledge given to me by Holy Light. He doesn't want to see such a noble soul harmed by the void. Go ahead, Neri, and don't let down that immortal soul. This is something that only you can accomplish. No one else can participate in it."

While Neri followed the instructions of Dick and used the skills of a hunter to track the Ghost Wolf on Burial Grounds, Ner'zhul approached Dick.

He whispered:

"Are you also a prophet? I know that you Draenei have the heritage of a prophet! Can you see the future just like your leader Velen?"

"What else?"

Dick glanced at him and said:

"Otherwise, why do you think I had to find you and save you on the first day of my resurrection? This was all inspired by Holy Light! Ner'zhul, if you knew that my actions had saved you such a tragic ending, then if you don't kowtow to me on the spot now, it would only prove that you have no conscience."

Ner'zhul ignored Vigilant's "Saint joke". He stared at Dick and asked:

"So in the future you see, where will the fate of Orcs go?"

"A tragic future."

Dick said in a short tone:

"Draenei Everything you have experienced in the past 25,000 years, you will experience it all in the next ten years, but we are exiles and you are invaders!

What we are doing now is to leave our last breath for Orcs, and at least to save this poor, troubled world.

Destiny!

That is our real enemy!

I'm going to face it again here, I'm going to defeat it here!"