In the strange "interrealm" that exists like the sea between various Helheim countries in World of Death, on a certain huge rock that was blown away by the storm in the interrealm, I just kicked The broken Eternal Arbiter Diakum is sitting cross-legged on the rock, while Yrel and Maraad are shrouded in his strange light.
The realm is a dangerous place.
This is Shadowlands a "disordered place" where there is no destiny. It is said that the storm tide of the interrealm can blow away all the mental energy of every soul that casually sets foot here, causing it to eventually decline and be lost.
In other legends about the interrealm, souls that accidentally enter here without any protection will be sent to the ghost place the Maw.
In short, in Shadowlands, no soul dares to step into the interrealm at will to travel in the "physical body".
But such rules obviously cannot take effect for a soul as powerful as Diakum. He can sense that the interspace is actually an "entity" shaped by special disordered energy.
It is very similar to the "ether" that fills the starry sky in the Material Star Sea, or the Fel that is everywhere in Twisting Nether, and the void that is filled in every drop of water in Sea of Darkness.
This is a rule unique to World of Death.
Obviously, the First Oness who created Shadowlands did not want the soul of Material World to be able to freely travel back and forth between different areas. They set up the inter-region to separate the different countries of Shadowlands, in order to meet the perfect implementation of "Destiny Order".
After all, here, every country in the inter-realm assumes a unique responsibility of World of Death, and no country is not needed.
"So, in order to confirm whether I could reach Shadowlands safely, you two chose the "self-destruction" method to try to get a "resurrection" bug. You are really creative."
Diakum joked, then raised his hand and called for light to shroud the trembling souls of Yrel and Maraad, so that they could withstand the storm in the interrealm.
In his other hand, he held the strange "ball" that he had snatched from Arbiter's chest with violent means.
This thing is very "valuable" at first glance.
Well, to say it's valuable is an insult!
This thing is the core of Eternal Arbiter. It can be said that the "robot" that was kicked to a halt by Diakum existed for this ball.
This contains the "foundation" of Shadowlands and is also one of the components of "Destiny Order".
Dick can only be held, and he does not even dare to explore deeply. The paths of Radiant Sun and Eclipse he has mastered are incompatible with the supreme Path of Death in this sphere. It is difficult to say what kind of results will occur once casual contact is made.
But the good news is that Dick doesn't need to use the power of this "Arbiter's Heart". All he needs is something hidden in this heart.
If conditions permit, Dick will even return this "heart" to its "owner" at some point in the future.
"How long have you been "dead"?"
Dick asked again.
"I don't know, the time flow rate of Shadowlands and Material World are obviously different."
Yrel said weakly and helplessly:
"Maraad and I only know that we were taken all the way to Oribos by those blue bird people. They can fly freely in the interrealm. Because we Light Weaver Warband always "rob" people from them, they have a very bad attitude towards me and Maraad.
They called us damn "thieves".
They also accused us of bewitching their most loyal sisters, causing Bastion to erupt into the most terrifying rebellion in history.
But even though those guys hated us, they didn't torture us.
They really followed the rules. They just followed the procedure and left us in Oribos after the verbal attack, and cursed us to be fined by Arbiter and sent to the Maw."
"Well, that's a good thing."
Diakum rubbed his chin and said:
"The Kyrians of Bastion are in a state of "empty of all four elements" after completing their "promotion". They regard all unnecessary intense emotions as filth. To allow them to curse you so violently shows that the situation of Bastion is really bad.
Let me ask you, do those Kyrians that pick you up have black feathers on their wings?"
"Huh? Didn't pay attention."
Yrel shook his head, but Great Uncle was still very reliable. He whispered:
"Yes! Although one of the blue angels wearing a battle helmet was well hidden, I still noticed a few dyed feathers at the base of her wings. She dyed the black feathers white, but the color was obviously different from the other feathers on the wings.
Does that represent some kind of "conversion"?"
"Well, it's the use of Sha Power. I implanted a "seed of doubt" into their Loyal Kyrian after the battle of Mardum."
Diakum explained gently:
"But I didn't intend to hurt them. I just wanted the Kyrians who abandoned all memories, emotions and past, and were forced to embrace "promotion" under the coercion of destiny, to think carefully about whether the "Destiny Order" they have always obeyed is really correct?
The most important thing is, even if we don't discuss such a grand issue as "manifest destiny".
In the country of Bastion, those souls who are considered to be "dirty" abandon their past and pursue the illusory Four Elements, and is it correct to regard it as a "pure promotion"?"
Vigilant shook his head and said:
"The past shapes the present, and the present establishes the future, but Kyrians must abandon the past and shape themselves into a "pure empty shell" according to the dogma of destiny, in order to better fulfill their responsibilities in "Destiny Order".
This is really inhumane."
"The past cannot be abandoned."
Maraad nodded and said:
"Even if we forget our memories, the past still stubbornly exists in our bodies. Without the past, there is no future. Although Yrel and I have not been here long, we are also aware of Land of the Dead's strange rules.
Everything here revolves around "Destiny".
All individuals here have a place in System of Destiny, which they claim is a blessing, but which we feel is abnormal."
"That's why I'm here."
Dick smiled.
He seemed to be waiting for someone in this dangerous realm. After making a scene with Oribos, the Eternal City, he was not in a hurry to leave. On the contrary, he chatted with Yrel and Great Uncle for a while.
After noticing that their spirits appeared with symbols composed of Holy Light Gleam, Diakum knew that these were the Light Weavers of the Draenor world who were "resurrecting" them.
"Six hours are almost here. You have seen with your own eyes my safe arrival at Shadowlands. Please take this news back."
Dick waved his hand and said:
"As for those of Material World, I can't get involved for the time being, but I believe you are capable enough to solve all the problems you encounter. If you want to go to Azeroth for support, remember to remind other Warrior to be careful!"
Vigilant reminded with emphasis:
"What happened in Azeroth was not just the invasion of the Burning Legion. Perhaps when the war was heating up, Death Faction, who was already ready to make a move, would also join the battlefield at that time. Be wary of the dead!"
Yrel also felt the "pull" from Material World, and she could vaguely see Twins Archbishop personally presiding over the resurrection ceremony.
The "corpses" of himself and Maraad were placed on the sacred altar, but the Lightforged Veterans around him unsheathed their swords and prepared their weapons one by one, as if what they were about to resurrect was not their own battle brothers, but some otherworldly demon.
This experience of witnessing "resurrection" from a first-person perspective is quite novel.
When the pulling force became stronger and stronger, Yrel shouted to Dick:
"We have to bring back more news to calm people's hearts. There must be something we can bring back, right? We have come here, and we can't come in vain."
"Yes, Vigilant."
Great Uncle also said:
"Your departure is unexpected. Many Light Weaver feel uncomfortable. I believe the same is true for Shadewalker. We need some "oracles" to at least tell us where to go next?"
"But you have grown up."
Diakum smiled, waved goodbye and said:
"You no longer have to be enveloped by the sun before you dare to step into the dark place to fight against evil. This is the last step in the journey to become a god. Even after I go back, I will stay in High Heaven forever.
You have to adapt to the days without me walking with you from now on.
You have to make your own decisions, implement your own strategies, and bear the consequences yourself. I believe that you will be able to complete your respective journeys and demonstrate your respective morality.
But if I must bring back just a few words"
Vigilant thought for a while and said to the two already weak Lightforging souls in front of him:
"Remember this experience of setting foot on Shadowlands, children, this is your last time here.
From now on, the door of High Heaven will be open to you, telling the eagerly awaited People of Light that the blessed doers of good deeds will finally enjoy their own peace in High Heavens, and I will reunite with you in the place where Sunflare shines."
"Don't you have anything to say to Archbishop Nali and Twins Archbishop?"
Yrel screamed:
"I have worked so hard to travel through life and death just to get this explosive first-hand news! At least let me reveal some more!"
"Buzz"
The light dissipated, and the two Lightforged were brought back to Material World.
Diakum gritted his teeth. He felt that Yrel's little hooves were still "beaten less". Why were they getting skinnier?
Almost at the same time that the two children went back, Dick also stood up in the stormy space, holding the Arbiter's Heart in his hand and raising his head. In the turbulent wind behind him, a huge, gorgeous and mysterious Broker Bazaar was coming on the wind and waves.
In that episode, on the long ship or the star observation tower called "Veil City", the proud Arch-Thief Rafaam was waving his fingers and giving random directions, pretending to be the captain of this Floating City.
But of course there was someone else driving the boat.
Vigilant raised his hand and waved, letting the ship Broker Bazaar sail towards his direction.
This is not an accidental encounter, this is a planned "acceptance". It is a happy thing to see old acquaintances in a strange country.
Even if that guy is a psychopath.
Aegwynn is back to Draenor.
She used "Fishing Operation" once to find the "little switch" that the demons secretly affected Staff of Sargeras, then spent some time to patch up the "system loophole", and then used the scepter's extra-dimensional teleportation again to send Lightforged Fleet of S'fraelx to the nearest Star Gate.
While the opponent used Star Gate to overload and went to Azeroth to support the war, Aegwynn used the scepter to return to Draenor to see what was going on here.
After all, Draenor was smashed by the Burning Legion and Fallen Titan was knocked down, which attracted Dymus and a group of Void Lord with malicious intentions.
This exaggerated offensive can barely hold up against Azeroth, but in a small world like Draenor, there is basically no other option but to die.
She prayed in her heart that Diakum could perform another miracle, and then she sneezed three times as soon as she landed, and then tightened her tight clothes.
Why is this damn place so cold?
The temperature is at least 20 degrees below zero, right?
Did I make a mistake about the teleportation point and sent myself to Frostfire Ridge?
That's not right!
Staff of Sargeras is already very proficient in using it. It is impossible for such a bad transmission error to occur. The point of failure is Shadowmoon Valley.
The sudden situation confused a super spellcaster like Aegwynn. Then she blinked and took a closer look. There were still traces of the battle on the city wall of Karabor Temple not far away. Half of the majestic city wall collapsed, and the entire city was covered with visible ice and frost. The entire Shadowmoon Valley was shrouded in such a world of ice and snow.
But the climate here should obviously be similar to other areas of Draenor, a typical temperate maritime climate!
How could such an outrageous situation, frozen thousands of miles away, come about?
It can be seen that Lady Aegwynn should also have perfect scores in geography, but this cannot dispel her doubts. The sun in Draenor is clearly still there. Look at the sky, isn't it?
Wait!
What is that thing in the sky that makes a "guest appearance" as the sun?
Aegwynn took a closer look and saw a barefoot rune elf with crystal wings floating in the Dawn-like sunlight. The latter was just floating in the sky. It seemed to be doubting life, but when he noticed Aegwynn's eyes, he turned back and glared at her.
His eyes were not friendly, but rather provocative and said, "What are you looking at?"
It can be seen that this "Ms. Sun" is not in a good mood, and is obviously in some kind of indescribable Mental Attrition.
But Star Soul Spokesperson enjoyed this encounter.
Oh, isn't this Miss Xal'atath who dares to do anything except good deeds? Why do you always imitate Diakum the Saint and start pretending to be the "sun of earth"? Do you want me to do a loyalty dance for you here?
After realizing that Draenor's sun was finished and Xal'atath was "taking over" here, no local explanation was needed. Aegwynn could probably guess what "wonderful" things Draenor had experienced during his absence.
She also understood why the climate in Draenor had become so exaggerated
Hiss, considering the horrific invasions this small world suffered before, it's already pretty good to have survived without changing into "Outland".
It's just the sun, it'll be gone when it's gone.
Anyway, where Diakum is, People of Light can live without the sun.
But after learning about the current situation of Draenor, Aegwynn narrowed her eyes and realized that the "guest appearance" of "Holy Sun fragment" Xal'atath could not completely solve the problem. The world still needs a selfless sun who is willing to release light and heat for them.
And Azeroth is in urgent need of reinforcements.
Don't you think this is a coincidence?
Aegwynn An exaggerated but very executable idea popped into his mind. Dark Portal Since it was bombed, then don't let it go!
Since the two worlds have become "brotherly alliances" with each other in the previous series of wars, then let's just move Draenor home!
The friendship connected by a portal is too fragile, it is better to just move over and become "neighbors".
With the size of the planet Draenor, it can serve as its "large satellite" in the orbit of the planet Azeroth. Anyway, Azeroth already has two moons, so it doesn't care about one more.
In this way, people in this world don't even need to calculate complicated star orbits and landing points. As long as they can send the Draenor star near Azeroth, Supreme Star Soul will take over the rest.
World Mother There is always a way to adjust Draenor to a position that will not affect Azeroth's ecology too much and allow Draenor to regain the sunshine.
The best thing is that this planet is full of warriors who have just defeated the demon.
The Conqueror Kil'jaeden suddenly appeared and gave Azeroth sentient beings a hard job, but it is not polite to come back and forth. Now it is our turn, Azeroth natives, to give you Great Demon Lord a hard job.
Hum!
Next, Draenor brand "Battle Moon" is included!
The Conqueror, tell me what you want to defend against?