(Additional update for brother "Gervis" [4/5])
Eredar individuals' strength increases slowly, which is a common problem of almost all immortal species, but the slow accumulation of absolute strength does not mean that they are poor in strength.
To give a very simple example, even if they are both made of carbon molecules, wood and coal have completely different characteristics. Wood is easily ignited by flames but will burn out quickly. Coal is not so easy to ignite, but once burned, the light and heat released and the burning time are much longer than that of wood.
Short-lived species such as humans and Orcs can acquire power in a short period of time and exert it to a very powerful level, but in a confrontation at the same life level, in most cases they cannot defeat an immortal species that has been tempered for a long time.
All because "power" is a comprehensive concept.
In addition to individual combat resources, they also include anti-strike ability, body values, skill concepts, etc. In these aspects, long-lived species with a lot of time to waste can crush short-lived species with just a little diligence.
Just like Yura.
She is not a legendary ranger, but on a real life-threatening battlefield, relying on the combat experience and combat instincts accumulated over the past 20,000 years, she can definitely deal with the Orcs legend for a long time, and it is not surprising that she can complete the counterattack under the advantage of the situation.
After all, Yura's body "container" and various values have already reached the level of a legend. What she lacks is just the infusion and accumulation of the Force.
Material World After all, it is fair, even immortal species cannot take advantage of all the good things.
On the other hand, being too slow to changes in the outside world is also a necessary condition to ensure that immortal species can enjoy a long life. If Eredar is as sensitive to time and world perception as human Orcs, then their brains will be filled to bursting with all kinds of useless information in a short period of time. The final result will be the same as a server full of junk data, which will either be formatted or can only be thrown into Junkyard.
"So, you killed that high-level Warlock with one shot?"
On the battlefield where Burial Grounds had been purified, Dick, who had just completed today's prayer, looked at Yura who looked proud, and praised with satisfaction:
"As expected of "Blade of the Assassin Court", it is still as deadly and chic as it was more than 20,000 years ago."
"Nowhere, if Maraad hadn't created the conditions for me to assassinate, then the charged shot of Aimed Shot wouldn't have been so easy to produce a fatal effect."
Yura waved his hands and said:
"As expected of the bloodline of heroes, Maraad's fighting talent is really amazing. By the way, the kid said that he and his sister have always regarded you as their "father". It is said that their mother, who has a high reputation among the Draenei Clan, requested so."
"Oh?"
Dick, who was opening the letter and checking the contents, was confused.
He blinked and said:
"I used to be called "Diakum Uncle", which was fine, but suddenly it was changed to this title that sounds like it carries a heavy sense of responsibility, which makes me very uncomfortable."
"But Malderan Commodore saved you with his own life, Dick."
Yura shook his head and said:
"As a matter of fact, you are responsible for both children. This is our Eredar tradition! By the way, as a Vigilant Saint, you are not planning to evade responsibility, right?"
"How come?"
Dick looked at the short secret letter in his hand, and glanced at Gul'dan's signature below. He sneered, folded the letter and threw it into his Ogre Backpack. Then he looked back at Maraad, who was walking towards him, and whispered:
"I will definitely inherit the legacy of my battle brother Malderan! I will definitely train Maraad to be the guardian and leader of Draenei!
He has the talent, what he lacks is just an opportunity to prove himself.
I will give him this opportunity. Before he fully grows up to be able to stand alone, I will also protect him like my father, not only because I owe Malderan a life, but more importantly, I hope that he can inherit his father's immortal faith in gold."
"Ah, I always feel that as an assassin, I am a little too emotional. I can't help crying every time I see such a scene."
Yura made a contrived comment in a long voice, then touched his own Argus Heart Ring, swung his tail, looked around, and asked:
"So, where is the Neri boss? Why didn't I see her?"
"She is completing her "Wilderness Trial", well, you will definitely be shocked by this, but before she comes back, can I entrust you to lead the hunters to investigate the remnants of Shadow Council?"
Dick pointed around and said:
"Just go around here and make sure all Warlock and their minions have been killed by Execute."
"No problem, leave it to me."
Yura turned around and left with the shotgun on his back, while Maraad politely waited until the high-level ranger reported his work before approaching Dick. He moved his lips and wanted to say something, but twenty-five thousand years apart made it difficult for this former little boy to express the complex emotions in his heart in one or two sentences.
"It's okay, I understand."
Dick stepped forward and patted Maraad on the shoulder.
His body was already burly in Eredar, but after being strengthened by Holy Light, he has become a true "giant". Standing in front of the burly Maraad, you can easily pat him on the shoulder without raising your hand.
He whispered:
"I once witnessed your father using divine power to interfere with my destiny and exchange me for Mortal realm from death. In this way, he fulfilled his duty of guardianship by sacrificing himself. The scene of him Dispersion in the light will appear every time I fall asleep.
Maraad, your father is my battle brother, and before that, he and I were already true best friends.
You can't imagine how much I wanted to say that apology to you and your family in person during my long sleep, because my survival caused you and your family to lose something you cherished.
Sorry, kid."
"It doesn't have to be this way, Diakum Uncle."
Maraad has not cried for many years, but at this moment, faced with Dick's sincere words, he still lowered his head and wiped his eyes. The weak tears could not be stopped no matter what.
Perhaps when he grew up to be mature enough and understood the truth of the "white lie" Twins told him, the young Maraad also had resentment in his heart. Why was it Uncle Dick who survived instead of his father?
But after twenty-five thousand years of exile, these resentments have long since dissipated.
He has experienced a complete exile, and he knows very well how much Diakum Uncle sacrificed and paid for his hometown and people in the last days of Argus's world. When his father saved Diakum Uncle, he had no resentment in his heart. He sacrificed himself with the noble wish of fulfilling his mission.
He believes that Diakum's survival is more important than his life.
Vigilant can be the light that illuminates the road ahead in the long Age of Darkness, which means so much to Eredar.
In this way, Malderan Commodore, who was inspired by Holy Light, was enough to convince himself to accept that heroic sacrifice.
"Cry and tell me all the things you wanted to say to your father but didn't say."
Dick's nose is also a little sour at this moment.
He didn't make many friends during his time in the Argus world. Most of them had followed Kil'jaeden and joined Burning Legion. The remaining Neri became My friend, Yura, is still the same person who has not walked around, but Garrison Commander and his father, who are as outstanding as Malderan, have stayed with Argus forever because of him.
He felt guilty in his heart.
Anyone with good intentions will feel guilty after experiencing the experience of being saved by someone else's life.
So he stepped forward and hugged the crying Maraad, patted the child on the shoulder, and said:
"I will not let down the opportunity that Malderan gave me with his life. I will shoulder his share of responsibilities, shoulder his share of hopes and find a moral and direction worthy of moving forward for Eredar in this era.
The moment I wake up, my life doesn't just belong to me.
You can be a witness to this oath."
"The oath made by my father with his life does not need to be witnessed, just like Lelan and I have never doubted your morality, Diakum Uncle."
Maraad wiped away her tears.
He raised his head and said seriously to Dick:
"My mother was proud of my father's choice even at the moment before she passed away. During our long exile on Genedar, the light you shone not only marked the dawn, Sunflare and dusk for us, it was also the Light of Courage that guided the exiles through the darkness.
I'm proud of you!
I also firmly believe that in this era, you can also lead us out of the haze of war, just like you did in the world of Argus.
Then, Diakum Commodore! Hand of Argus recruit Maraad reports to you! I request to return to the team!"
"Very good, very energetic! Please approve."
Dick laughed and took the tail ring from Maraad and put it on the little finger of his left hand. He also said seriously:
"Because the world of Draenor currently lacks an environment for demonic activities, your recruit assessment cannot be carried out for the time being. I order you and recruit Yrel to form the commander of the first company of recruits, responsible for selecting qualified warriors for Hand of Argus from the new generation of Draenei.
Yrel will temporarily serve as your adjutant to assist you in your work.
That child lacks experience, but her fighting talent and the degree of being loved by Holy Light are even greater than yours, so, Maraad, this is also a challenge for you.
As a child of Malderan Commodore, you cannot be compared to a little girl who is only over a hundred years old."
"I propose that my former adjutant, the brave Lord Garrison Commander Nubodon, also has enough talent and enthusiastic courage to join Hand of Argus."
Maraad immediately fulfilled his duties and recommended to Dick:
"In addition, I also know many brave Warrior people who are still willing to fight for the strength of their people Consecration in this era."
"This is your job, Maraad."
Dick waved his hands and said:
"Hand of Argus Legion House of Plagues is overwhelmed due to time constraints. We need fresh blood. You must gather these warriors, train them, and lead them.
I can tell you clearly that the demons are coming soon!
Withered Demon Army under Polluter may be heading towards the world of Draenor at this time. Hand of Argus will soon face the ancient enemy. At that time, it will be the best battlefield to test your strength, courage and will.
Now, go and reorganize your team.
These Garrison Commanders who have followed me to purify Pain Fortress and Burial Grounds are all good people. Although they are young, they are worthy of Garrison Commander's morality. They can all be your alternatives.
Take a rest and then we'll set off!
The evil Orcs Progenitor Warlock Gul'dan is leading his Shadow Council to do some evil things that can affect the entire Draenor world. That is the ultimate goal of our trip.
Hunting Gul'dan!
At worst, it will destroy his "Elemental Destruction" plan.
And your first mission is to protect Orcs Chieftain Ner'zhul in battle. He is the top priority of this trip."
"Protect a Orcs?"
Maraad frowned, but he did not refuse the order. When he turned to leave, Dick asked:
"Where's your father's Argus Heart? I didn't see you wearing it."
"Well, I left that sacred object to my sister."
Maraad replied in a low voice:
"She performs the duties of a scholar at Telmor. Although Lelan has not followed the path of Holy Light, she is already a very outstanding Arcane Mage and a staunch supporter of Velen Great Prophet. She believes that Draenei and Orcs can coexist peacefully.
Uh, besides, I have to vaccinate you in advance.
Some of Lelan's behaviors are considered a bit "deviant" by the clan members. I hope you won't be frightened when the time comes."
"I'm not one of those stubborn old men, kid."
Dick smiled and said:
"I'm very receptive. Well, Archbishop Nali is back. Go ahead and do your work. I want to discuss the next plan of action with her."
Maraad nodded, while looking at Dick and Archbishop Nali with subtle eyes.
Although he clearly knows that the love stories of "Archbishop Saint X" that have been widely circulated in the past 20,000 years are nonsense, the intimate relationship between the two Ancient Eredar seems to be somewhat unclear now.
But it's not a bad thing that your elder has found the love of his life, right?
"Ouch!"
When Dick approached Neri, who was covered in wounds, he heard a deep roar just ten steps away. Under his gaze, a huge Ghost Wolf quietly showed a strong and ferocious body from the state of "Spirit Walk".
This guy is "Dire Wolf" unique to the world of Draenor.
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Although the name contains the word "wolf", super hunters who can independently hunt large creatures like Beaded Tooth Elephant and Clefthoof are obviously not something ordinary dogs can touch.
This Ghost Wolf stands up straight and is as tall as Neri, at least about two meters three.
Its sharp teeth were like daggers. When it sensed the danger of Dick, its mane stood upright, making the already exaggerated neck "scarf" expand even more. Its blood-red eyes stared at Dick's every move. The muscles of its limbs were tense, and its sharp claws that were enough to crush Clefthoof's skull were pierced into the ground.
It is always ready to carry out fatal attacks and bites, and as a "soul beast", its translucent body is also stained with a unique red color due to its anger. However, due to the previous contamination of Void Power, the body of this Ghost Wolf is purple and looks a bit strange.
Dick noticed that Void Power was wrapped around its claws, which meant that the suffering Ghost Wolf might still be able to use Void Energy to attack.
This thing is a "ProMax" version of the Soul Beast.
It was contaminated by the void but was rescued by Neri, which was enough for it to be a "blessing in disguise".
"Gola! Be good, we are friends."
Neri stepped forward to comfort the wild war beast he had just tamed, but probably because of insufficient "intimacy", this "Mother of the Wolf Den" was not very willing to talk to his master.
It just squatted on the spot and moved its tail, its eyes still staring at Dick, obviously because Saint put too much pressure on it.
"I said you, a legendary hunter, can't even take care of your own dog?"
Dick complained:
"It won't let me get close to you like this."
"Isn't this better?"
Neri rolled his eyes and said angrily:
"My tail and chest still hurt, you beast! Don't get close to me until you learn to be gentle! But to be honest, thanks to your previous guidance, otherwise I would have nowhere to start with this "big baby"."
When I found Gola, it was being separated from Material World by Void Power.
The corrosive nature of that dark rift was so terrifying that I almost had a narrow escape before I brought it out. Gola was right to disobey me. Its former owner, Omra, the mistress, was one of the most powerful hunters among Orcs's previous generation legends, Chieftain.
I have to show my strength and majesty to make Gola obey. This is what Dire Wolf are. It is their survival instinct to eat the weak and the strong."
"You'd better bring up the intimacy level as soon as possible."
Dick took out a few pieces of Soul Stone that had just been seized from his luggage and handed them to Neri, reminding:
"In the subsequent battles, there won't be much time for you to cultivate the relationship between you and the dog. However, for soul beasts, they crave powerful souls as food, so taking it on dangerous hunts can make it more obedient to you.
These creatures are difficult to raise, and you can't feed them meat.
Gola is also an extremely aggressive Dire Wolf, which means you must kill every day to satisfy its desire for soul fragments. Those Warlock are the best targets, and their souls are generally very tough.
For soul beasts, it is an excellent "gnawing stick".
And after the war here is over, I need to borrow your "Gola" to search for some mysterious existences in certain areas of Akaran Spires."
Saint rubbed his chin, looked at Ghost Wolf, and said:
"Only a beast with its fate condensed like it can possibly find the hiding place of the lonely demigod in the shadows."
"Demigod?"
Neri's eyes widened and she said:
"Draenor The world is too small. Can a life of the level of a demigod be born in this world?"
"So, you, the Archbishop Ranger, have been really incompetent in the past two hundred years. Don't blame me for wanting to "teach" you a lesson."
Dick rolled his eyes at Neri, sighed and said:
"It's been two hundred years, and you still haven't figured out the details of the Draenor world. Not only does this world have demigods, but there are more demigods than you imagine. This world has secrets. Even if it's not as good as Argus, which gave birth to Star Soul, it absolutely cannot be described as "ordinary".
This is also the "stage" cast by fate in the sea of stars, exactly the same as Argus."
"I just"
Neri wanted to explain, but the next moment, amidst Gola's frightened roar, the entire Burial Grounds shook violently.
Neri, who had just finished taming and was a little weak, accidentally fell down and was supported by Dick with quick eyes and hands. The two stood hand in hand to maintain calm, but the ground under their feet shook so much that it seemed to crack.
Not only the Burial Grounds canyon, but the entire Shadowmoon Valley mountains and rivers roared at this moment.
The changes in the force of nature were mixed with unconcealable anger, as if they were provoked by something.
"Elements! It's the elements that are roaring! Gul'dan That bastard pissed them off!"
Ner'zhul, who was kneeling in front of the stone tablet of ancestor Orcs to pray, jumped up and shouted loudly as the earth shook and the mountains shook:
"We must move forward immediately! Gul'dan's evil plan has reached its final step. We must save Draenor's Heart of the Elements before everything is irreversible!"
"They come together?"
Dick asked loudly:
"The incarnation of the elemental wrath was created?"
"We haven't reached that point yet, but the entire elemental power of Draenor is converging on Shadowmoon Valley, and it will reach its limit in an hour at most!"
Ner'zhul called his Dire Wolf, and he said loudly:
"Once the elemental power gathers into an entity of rage, it will begin to destroy Shadowmoon Valley. Your city Karabor Temple is nearby, and it will be crushed by Elemental Fury."
"No, it won't. Karabor Temple is not as fragile as you think, and the elemental power of the Draenor world is not as terrifying as you described. This is just a small world, and it cannot breed Elemental Lords who transcend the norm."
Dick shook his head, and after the frequency of the earthquake slowed down, he immediately summoned his Holy Warsteed, pulled Neri onto the horse, and followed the leadership of Ner'zhul as the Garrison Commanders gathered and mobilized to rush towards the place where the elements gathered.
The good news is, that place isn't far away.
The bad news is that the changes in elemental power are still continuing, and waves of irregular earthquakes and strong winds have greatly hindered Draenei's progress.
The elements are crazy!
They, which are supposed to be the basis of the world's climate and continental environmental systems, are now completely outraged.
In Shadowmoon Valley of Yongye, flaming meteors flying all over the sky even appeared out of thin air. That was not Warlock or the magic of the mage. It was the original energy reaction formed after the elemental power was highly concentrated in Material World.
The extreme climate is just like the legendary world-ending disaster, with earthquakes, tsunamis and volcanic eruptions appearing together with strong winds of magnitude 18. Shadowmoon Valley's blessing at this time is absolutely insignificant.
You know, Karabor Temple is close to the sea!
Just one Zangar Sea tsunami can make Draenei in the city overwhelmed. After Dick led Garrison Commander out of the canyon to a high place, as a group of young people watched in shock, the ground in front of them had collapsed and cracked along the nearby hills.
In the "super earthquake" scene where mountains collapse and undulate, a rift is forming in the center of Shadowmoon Valley.
"Ambori Village."
Yrel clenched the warhammer in her hand, and she saw from a distance that the hometown where she was born and grew up was swallowed up by the surging magma from the mantle at a certain time when the ground cracked.
"It's just a small scene, hold on!"
Dick is the one with a calm expression on the scene, the One.
He wasn't trying to be cool.
The main reason is that the Elemental Fury in front of me is indeed a bit unsightly compared to the exaggerated light and shadow scenes of the four Elemental Lord in the memory of Azeroth World.
Even Stone Mother, the mildest of the four Elemental Lord, can tear apart Material World's entire continental shelf once angry, and Fire Lord's appearance within a few minutes of Material World turned one-sixth of the continent into a deserted and scorched place.
Compared with the "power of creation" that changes the world, the elemental power of the Draenor world is obviously still within the "reasonable" range.
Destroy the world?
No!
This is not something they, the "normal Elemental Lord", can do or are willing to try to do.
The elemental power that exists in most worlds has a very close relationship with the subjects of their respective worlds. For example, the elemental power of Draenor will even take the initiative to remind Orcs Shaman of the coming crisis. The reason why the elements in Azeroth are so unruly is because of some "historical reasons", which are not the normal state of elemental power in the star sea.
Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the audacious Gul'dan dares to humiliate and blaspheme the ways of the elements in this world, and even wants to "kill" them arrogantly.
Take a look!
Now we are being ridden by Gul'dan and Shadow Council, so what? The angry elements of the Draenor world have been working for so long but they can't even create a demigod-level Elemental Lord. It really fulfills the old saying.
Don't show your true ability casually, otherwise others will know that you have no ability.
The sorrow of the small world is undoubtedly evident at this moment. They are completely unable to protect themselves in the face of various star-sea-level disasters, and the elemental power that is supposed to protect the world appears to be so "harmless" in its counterattacks when encountering crises.
"Stop looking, it's our turn! Everyone."
Dick made a "flank coordination" tactical gesture to Neri beside him, and he said to the Garrison Commander behind him:
"It's time for the local elemental forces that coexist with Orcs civilization to truly see the significance of Draenei's existence in this world! It's also time for them to be alert to what kind of power is bewitching Orcs to do such a crazy and evil act.
Ah, the icing on the cake, how can it be better than giving help when it is timely?"