"The hidden world of Ms. Eonar is Titan Construct. She hid herself very deep to avoid the pursuit of the devil.
We successfully found the place according to the coordinates given by Rafaam, and under the siege of those Titan Construct, we approached the hidden temple of Titan Soul with difficulty, but to wake Ms. Eonar from her deep sleep, we need to enter her dream."
Naaru A'dal, who set out on the road to find Titan Soul with Father Haddon, is telling the story of what happened along the way. This powerful Heping Naaru is currently suspended in the hall of Aldor Heights of Shattrath City, and Faith Incarnation of Diakum is also here.
He listened quietly, and at the same time looked at Grand Executor Hutton sitting in a wheelchair in front of him with compassionate eyes.
The latter is in very poor condition.
Not only is his body showing obvious aging, but his spirit seems to have suffered some indescribable damage. From Diakum's perspective, it can be clearly seen that Father Haddon's will seems to be trapped in a "cocoon".
He couldn't break free and didn't seem to want to break free.
"Eonar is Life Titan. Her strong affinity for Life Force gives her the power to weave dreams like Moon Goddess. That is her hiding place. In order to ensure that she is not discovered by Sargeras, she will definitely weave her hiding dream to be both hidden and complicated.
She even creates a world in her dreams.
A world composed of more than one layer of complex labyrinth is used to protect her fragile true god consciousness. I really can't imagine how a mortal can find the right path in it."
Diakum squatted down, held Father Haddon's fingers covered with age spots, and said softly:
"It's my father, it's Grand Executor Haddon who took the initiative to wake up Titan Soul, right?"
"It's not just him."
The Holy Song emitted from the rotation of A'dal's body became sad, and it said:
"Seven archbishops Ancient Eredar, including Grand Executor Haddon, entered Eonar's dream together, but only he finally woke up.
We have absolutely no idea what happened in the dream of Titan. We just know that the souls of the other six people fell into a peaceful "eternal sleep".
They are still alive, but they are dead.
The remains of those victims were sent back to Light Cosmic Domain, and the Priests there would try their best to awaken them, but to be honest, the delicate state in which the soul fell into slumber is difficult to awaken manually.
We still can't figure out the principle of that "dream"."
"That's death."
Diakum said with a sad tone:
"There is a saying about dreams in the field of Life Force. Sleep is the state closest to death. Falling asleep in Eonar's dream is equivalent to embarking on the road to death.
The vividness of the body is just an illusion, it is the most subtle resonance produced by Life and Death in the midst of opposition.
Their souls have been lost in Between Life and Death, and the reason why they haven't died yet is because they can't find the way to Shadowlands.
Eredar does not have his own god of death.
Without the guidance of the God of Death, souls will only be lost forever. Not only them, but also those compatriots who have died in the past countless years are still wandering in Life and Death.
No need to worry!
Those honorable victims will soon be properly placed.
After they take their last breath, throw their bodies into the flames and keep the ashes until the day we take back Argus, and all the wanderers will go home."
A'dal let out a light lament, and after reciting scriptures for the victims, it asked:
"Grand Executor Haddon is a pioneer who woke up from the One. He successfully awakened the sleeping Ms. Eonar, allowing our fleet to carry Titan Soul to Azeroth.
You already know what happens next.
But when we started our journey again, Mr. Hutton's condition was rapidly aging day after day, as if he was under some kind of curse. Although Ms. Eonar was very weak, we still sought her help.
Titan Soul released an "Eternal Youth" spell for Lord Hutton, but it could only delay the aging of his body, but could not rejuvenate his soul and consciousness.
Ms. Eonar said that Mr. Hutton came into contact with some things in her dream that mortals should not come into contact with. She said that he unintentionally spied on fate, and his consciousness was dragged into the endless tributaries of the long river of fate.
She said that we can only rely on Mr. Hutton to find the way back. Anyone else who rashly steps into the river of destiny will encounter the same troubles as Mr. Hutton.
I once tried to connect to the spirit of Lord Hutton, but just a short stay made me see an extremely miserable galaxy."
A'dal sighed:
"The fate of that tributary Eredar is like a nightmare."
"Well, then I can probably guess where your and my dad's consciousnesses are trapped. It doesn't matter, I'll take over."
Diakum said in a subtle tone, and then squeezed Father Haddon's fingers.
In the swaying Chorus of All Things of spiritual rhythm, he allowed his spirit to resonate with Father Haddon's lost mind, as if he heard an echo in a distant place, so he stretched out his hand to that place.
He doesn't worry about getting lost in the "long river of destiny", because he "came over" from the place where Hutton lost his way.
Even if there is only a trace of the consciousness of the god, it is heavy enough, and the long river of fate is obviously repelling his approach, but Diakum still reaches Father Haddon's "lost place" while resisting the pressure.
It was as if he had accurately found his landing point in a kaleidoscope that was constantly rolling and playing countless possibilities. With a subtle sense of weightlessness, Diakum landed in a place that was very "familiar" to him.
Everything in front of you is a piece of Fel's scorched earth, and your first breath is filled with the smell of pure sulfur. Looking forward, you can see the Nathraxas Castle polluted by Fel, and the Fel Beam that reaches straight into the sky.
This is a place ravaged by demons, a Fel hell where the screams of helpless people are everywhere.
This is Argus!
Another Argus in the long river of destiny, and Diakum is sure that his landing point at this time is Krokuun. He is too familiar with this place. No matter which timeline he is in, this is the place that Diakum dreams about.
"Why are you here! Go back quickly!"
Father Haddon's anxious shouts sounded behind Diakum. Vigilant turned around and saw Grand Executor Haddon's stooped figure, which completely degenerated from Eredar into Broken. His claw-like hands were holding a stone pole.
Well, maybe we should call him "Hutton Chieftain".
"I'll take you back."
Dick said to the anxious Father Haddon:
"You are here to "experience life", which makes other people at Shattrath City very worried.
It is difficult for them to accept that the great man who contributed to the great cause of liberation ended up with "senile dementia", but others cannot cross the long river of fate, not even Velen, so it is up to me.
The road from High Heaven to Mortal realm is not easy, but fortunately, I still found you.
It's time to go home, Dad."
"But I can't go back!"
Father Haddon stamped his feet, waved his hands very nervously and said:
"There is no you here, there is no you here, there is no Army of the Light here, there is no Supreme Star Soul and Argus Lord here. There is only me here! Twenty-five thousand years ago, no one came to save us!
Here, they can only face Sargeras in despair, and under the shameless surrender of Archimonde and Kil'jaeden, they have led our civilization into an abyss from which we can never climb out.
But the good thing is.
There is still me here.
Yes, I led them. I took them to escape the devil, but I failed to catch the ship where the coward Velen escaped. I could only take those children back to a hometown that was no longer in my memory in despair.
Fortunately, this land still remembers us
Even if it has been torn apart, even if it has long lost all tenderness, it still protects us.
Disasters day after day.
Twenty-five thousand years, those children and I have been here for twenty-five thousand years. We were sunk and broken in despair, and turned into this kind of monster.
But it doesn't matter, we are still alive.
We still have hope.
I can't leave! Dick, they don't have you. They only have me.
I have to stay here."
Father Haddon is crazy.
At first glance, it seems that he has experienced a terrifying and terrible 25,000 years. No wonder his body has fallen into unstoppable aging and degeneration. The old man's spirit has experienced high-intensity disasters in this fatal "panoramic experience Argus haunted house" every day. No matter how determined Eredar is, he cannot withstand such a life-threatening creation.
He was obviously "too deep into the drama".
He plays the role of "Hutton Chieftain" in this tributary of fate, and has persisted in this lonely hell for more than 20,000 years with the last batch of "Eredar".
To be honest, it's already amazing even if it's not crazy.
"But it's just an illusion."
Diakum gently held Father Haddon's paw, and he reminded:
"You are not in another real world line. This is a reflection of fate, and it is only a reflection. The real you is still living in Draenor's Shattrath City, and the children you care about are also worried about you.
Jaide is rushing back from the border of Azeroth Starfield. I really don't want to miss the dinner with him and you tonight, let alone the date with my wife and girlfriends tonight.
To be honest, Dad, it's not easy for me to come down here."
"No, Dick, you don't understand!"
Hutton Chieftain held the glowing hand of Dick very seriously.
After degenerating into Broken, he has a very ferocious face, especially the mouth full of sharp teeth and the tentacles on the back of his head that have degenerated into ganglia, making him look more like a sick monster from the abyss.
This is the most painful and desperate form Eredar can have in his life.
He grabbed Dick's hand tightly, turned it over and over and said:
"There is no you here, I tried to be you. I tried to use your method to save us, but I failed. There was only one chance, I contacted Naaru and Army of the Light, but I failed to wake up Argus Lord.
I don't have the potential you have.
I don't know how you do it, I tried, I tried my best, but I couldn't be you.
I let them down.
But they did not give up on me. They still followed me, who was incompetent. We also tried to sneak into Antorus, the Burning Throne, but we only saw the doomsday form of Argus Lord that was forged in despair.
here
I already know that this is the real desperate situation we would fall into without you!
I keep saying thank you, but I never really realize how important you are to us, kid.
I have not been in real hell, and I cannot understand what your appearance means to Eredar.
You are right!
You are always right.
I can't be you, but you are here.
Save them!"
Hutton grabbed Dick's hand and brought him into the final habitat of Krokul. Hutton Chieftain blew the whistle, allowing the last few hundred Krokul Broken to emerge from their hiding place.
Every one of them is Broken like Hutton Chieftain. The ruthless time has taken away the last hope and light in their eyes. They are like walking zombies, suffering in this hell in a muddle.
There is neither the strength to pursue tomorrow nor the courage to embrace the past.
"Save them!"
Hutton Chieftain begged:
"Just like you saved us, Dick, save us. Whether this is a reflection or an illusion, I can't leave them behind. I can't leave my people behind."
"Yes, we can't leave our own people behind."
Diakum nodded seriously.
He stepped forward and stretched out his hand towards a skinny Broken One, who looked at Diakom's perfect Eredar appearance like a god in fear. There were complicated emotions in his eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he could only curl up humbly, shed two turbid tears, and did not even dare to touch the radiant fingers.
They have been in hell for too long and no longer dare to hope for hope.
After all, in hell, hope is always the most poisonous thing.
"Raise your heads!"
Diakum shouted:
"You are Eredar, the most proud children of Argus. The world is waiting for you to save it. The Lord of the World is crying, and I am his messenger. I embrace Dawn of Dawn and give real hope to the next tomorrow."
He raised his hand and spread his Dawn light, reshaping the reflections of these tributaries of destiny, restoring them from their humble Broken form to the strong and graceful Eredar figure.
As these Brokens looked at each other in surprise, Vigilant pointed again, and a large number of Lightforging weapons appeared in the light.
"Arm yourself up!"
Diakum ordered:
"I will take you to Antorus, to the Holy Land of the Burning Legion to rescue our Lord! You will save this dead world with your own hands, and let the tributaries of this destiny ripple."
This actually makes no sense.
Diakum knew that he had just staged an illusion of light that was too beautiful to be true for him at Father Haddon's begging. The tributaries of fate would not change the outcome just because of the arrival of a Lesser God.
I am not First Ones coming in person.
But it might make sense.
At least.
Vigilant thought that before attacking Burning Throne in the real world, he could brush this copy in advance to find out the status.
So, at the next dawn, under the leadership of Diakum, the last Krokul Eredar formed an "army" of hundreds of people. Holding Argus and Eredar's Battle Standard high, they killed Burning Throne and saved this dead world from the devil.
Everything is as beautiful as a fairy tale.
"Hmm"
Father Haddon opened his eyes.
It was like having a long dream. When he raised his head, he saw Diakum squatting in front of him with a smile.
"Welcome back, Dad."
Vigilant said this, and handed a cup of eggnog with minced ginger into his father's hand. Hutton felt a little unreal, after all, he had just spent more than 20,000 years in that hellish tributary of fate.
But then, he felt a subtle sense of peace of mind. He picked up the glass and took a sip of the hot drink, and immediately felt refreshed.
"Jaide is coming back soon. We can go to the star port to greet him."
Diakum pushed Father Haddon's wheelchair and said:
"S'fraelx used a broken flagship to build a temporary starport in the orbit of the planet. We need to shuttle there and it will only take ten minutes to arrive.
Jaide will definitely be very happy, although I heard that the process of him taking over from the Krokuun Clan's Grand Executor was not smooth. Those old guys thought he was too young and could not control the situation.
What a hell.
A group of 30,000-year-old old guys say that a 20,000-year-old Eredar is too young. This is indeed a joke that can only appear in Eredar society."
"Dick."
Father Haddon held the wine glass, and after a few seconds of silence, he suddenly asked:
"I know I shouldn't ask this question, but"
"I'm from there!"
Dick said softly:
"You guessed it right. I come from that hellish tributary of fate. The despair you experienced was my previous life. I might have been lucky enough to be reborn on the eve of Eredar's fate changing.
So, to be precise, I am actually a mediocre person who "sees things based on pictures", not Saviors as they say."
"No! It's not."
Father Haddon shook his head and said softly:
"You are the savior, child. With you by our side, we are already Holy Light Blessing. Have you forgotten? I have tried, and I have tried to be you, but those things are only you can do.
Ah, you came from hell and took us out of hell.
If any Eredar doesn't thank you, he has no conscience! If anyone wants to return to a world without you, then he has no brains.
It's so nice to have you here."
"Ah, Dad, your compliment is so outrageous that I'm blushing. So, why not think about what to eat tonight? Krokuun flavored barbecue? Or Nathraxas Castle's secret cake?"
"I can eat anything. I've even chewed stones. God, what kind of hell have I lived during those 20,000 years."