(Additional update for brother "Huo Zhengtinghao" [3/10])
"Are you sure you won't stay with Karabor Temple for a few more days? The people really want you to host a few more Holy Light lectures. They hope that Vigilant will stay by their side. The existence of Saint can give them more confidence and courage."
On the flying platform of Karabor Temple, the prophet Velen, whose aura was still a little weak due to the purification of Naaru Kara, tried to persuade him:
"Socrethar's Rise's search has not yet been completed. Ner'zhul Chieftain sent tribesmen to go to Shaz'gul Fortress to persuade them to surrender. We also need our Accompanied by Garrison Commander and Priest, the chaos in Shadowmoon Valley has not yet completely ended. You should continue to sit here and then go to Talador Region to continue your trip.
I know time is tight, Diakum, but you can't let yourself be tense all the time."
"No, just leave these matters to Neri and Akama. They are capable of handling these problems."
Dick stood next to an armored spiritual dragon. He put on a Farstriders hood and said to the prophet:
"I must solve Orcs Holy Land Oshu'gun's trouble as quickly as possible. I promised Ner'zhul that I would find out the Guardian Naaru K'ure the Crown we left there. What went wrong with, and you also know that if Ancestral Spirit of Orcs cannot be restored to peace, then the black pot that Gul'dan has put on our heads will never be cleansed.
Ner'zhul is willing to believe in Draenei's sincerity because we helped him save Elemental Spirits in this world, but at this moment when the war is about to break out, if you want to convince other traditional Orcs clans, you must provide enough firm evidence.
More importantly, I, "Ancient Eredar", must help K'ure the Crown on behalf of our clan, which we owe it to.
To rescue a Naaru, there is no one more suitable to do this than me, the "half-Naaru".
Your presence at Shadowmoon Valley can also calm people's hearts, and the strong troops of my governor father Hutton at Talador can intimidate Horde. The coordinated actions of the two Grand Executor can buy me more time to act.
These are turbulent times, prophet, and we must work together to overcome these difficulties."
He smiled and joked:
"Actually, I just need to act as soon as possible based on Ner'zhul's suggestion. The two of you have a lot to consider in the rear."
"What are you talking about? It always feels like you are mocking me and Hutton, two old men."
Velen laughed, touched his beard and said:
"Since you have made up your mind, I will no longer hold you back. Ishana told me earlier that the trial of Soulbinder under Archbishop Maladaar has been completed. We have come to the conclusion that Burning Legion is indeed collaborating with Shadow Council to covet our Auchindoun Sanctuary. You will pass by there on this trip, Diakum.
If possible, I hope you can help Maladaar eliminate the hidden dangers there.
You know, Star Soul Will Fragment of Argus is stored there, which is Draenei's most precious wealth and our last connection with our hometown."
"It concerns World Contract, I will do my best!"
Dick replied seriously:
"But since we have reached a critical moment, I must say some serious words to you, the benevolent person, before I leave. Great Prophet and Neri have united with several members of the former Assassin Court to begin a review of the senior and middle managers of Karabor Temple. They may soon hand over the "list" to you.
Since you are sitting here, please don't hesitate when it's time to make a decision!
At this moment, your slightest kindness to the traitors is a crime against the people. I know that such an order will make you uneasy, but it is necessary!
Cracks have appeared in the people's minds, and to make up for it at this time, in addition to being gentle, we need to forcefully remove those cancers."
"I understand, Diakum. I have led Eredar together with Kil'jaeden for thousands of years."
Velen nodded, and after hesitating for a moment, he said:
"I will harden my heart, of course, provided the evidence for the accusation is solid."
"Of course, you should believe in Assassin Court's business capabilities. Neri's former department was established by Commander Kil'jaeden. When Assassin Court accuses someone of being guilty, then the other party is definitely not clean."
When Dick was talking about this matter, he noticed the flash of pain in Velen's eyes. He pursed his lips and whispered:
"Are you still sad about the final fall of Commander Kil'jaeden? You don't have to hide this from me. I was also there when the decisive battle ended."
Velen did not answer. After a moment of silence, he said:
"How could I possibly forget the scars etched in my soul?
You know, Diakum, my brother fell into a dark fate on my behalf, and it was I who should have fallen that day! I had already made that decision, and I left my hope of life to him, but he thrust a glorious life back into my hands.
I will not hide it. Every night for more than 20,000 years, and in every dream that predicted the coming, I could feel the pain and despair of my brother.
Over the years, I have been forcing myself to regard him as our enemy, but every time I think that at the end of our destiny, we will have to cross the mountain called "Kil'jaeden", I feel a sense of powerlessness.
Not only because I think it is difficult for us to defeat him, but also because I am ashamed of him and I am ashamed of my brother.
I know that I should forget him in order to lead our people better, but Diakum, just as you cannot forget your oath to Argus, I cannot forget that my brother has been sinking in the darkness for us exiles for more than 20,000 years.
We owe him the same."
This is probably one of the few times that the prophet has talked about his guilt in more than 20,000 years, and because Dick's identity is indeed special, he once had a hand in the fate of Velen and Kil'jaeden.
Velen trust him.
During the decisive battle of Argus, Kil'jaeden, who fought alongside him, also trusted him.
This gives Dick the qualification to talk about these things with Velen. Great Prophet would never just find a Draenei and talk to him about Kil'jaeden's past events.
For Velen, these things are already the most fragile and untouchable "inner demons" in his heart.
"Perhaps you should never forget this?"
Dick said:
"Kil'jaeden Commander's decision at the last moment was not a betrayal!
No matter what others say, no matter how others accuse, those of us who have personally experienced the decisive battle on the last day of Argus know that without the agreement reached by Commander Kil'jaeden with his own life and Dark Titan, it would have been impossible for Genedar to escape Argus.
It was Commander Kil'jaeden who sacrificed himself to save Draenei Clan!
Even though he has become Burning Legion's "The Conqueror", it does not change the fact that he is still our hero.
Even if we cannot reveal his truth to the public for some reasons, a great man who made a shocking sacrifice should be respected and remembered in the hearts of others.
I have never forgotten my fight side by side with Kil'jaeden on Antoran Wastes, and I have never forgotten his sacrifice on the last day.
I don't think that's a shame.
Even if I were replaced as the commander-in-chief of Kil'jaeden that day, I might not be able to do better. I didn't even have the courage to look directly at Dark Titan. This is enough to prove that he is a more outstanding guardian than me in terms of morality!
I know that even today, I still have to work hard to be like him.
In terms of the morality of a leader, he has also set an example for you. The reason why Great Prophet. Kil'jaeden wants to return to his destiny is because he confirms that the people led by you will definitely be able to overcome the sufferings of the past and bring civilization back to the peak of glory.
Do you want to continue to be so decadent and continue to let your brothers feel disappointed?
He has been watching you in the sea of stars."
Dick paused and continued to say to the prophet:
"Neither Kil'jaeden nor Sarkir participated in the pursuit of the Eredar exiles. They left this responsibility to Corrupted Cenarius, which in itself explains their position.
Therefore, prophet, we cannot live up to the painstaking efforts of those compatriots in the past.
Cheer up!
Your brother thinks you can do it, so please prove that he is not wrong about you!
You are right, we will eventually face them, so let us move forward with their desire for us until the day we face each other, and give each other a final explanation in a glorious manner."
After Dick finished speaking, he turned over and rode on his spiritual dragon.
The only Garrison Commander who followed him to Talador Region this time were Maraad, Yrel and Nubodon. Ner'zhul set out yesterday to Nagrand to meet with his influential friends in Orcs civilization, and the two parties made an appointment to solve the problem of Oshu'gun.
That is the top priority for Draenei and Orcs if they want to achieve peace.
Just when the armored spirit dragon was about to take off, the silent Great Prophet suddenly stepped forward quickly. He reached out and held the reins of Dick's spirit dragon. He raised his head and stared at Dick with his old but still clear eyes. He said:
"Do you still think that Kil'jaeden is our hero?"
"Yes! We are all cowards in the face of the sacrifice he made."
Dick replied sincerely:
"I still think he is our hero, and I will still call him "Commander", even though I know that if he appears in front of me the next moment, I will definitely use all my strength to try to kill him who has become Great Demon Lord.
But that doesn't stop me from respecting him in my heart.
You should probably do the same."
"Thank you, Diakum, your words inspired me and allowed me to find a ray of light in the darkness."
Velen let out a sigh of relief.
He loosened the reins and smiled.
The tangle in his heart can never be solved so easily, but at least now, from Dick's persuasion, he has gotten the solution he needs most from Dispersion, who has been overwhelmed by the past. Even the ray of sadness hidden in his eyes is mostly due to Dispersion.
"Lady Kara said that he should have given you a blessing of strength, but unfortunately it is too weak now. When you return to Karabor Temple next time, our Guardian Naaru will definitely give you a precious blessing."
Great Prophet twirled his beard and said to Dick:
"Then, Vigilant, I wish you a safe trip!"
"Well, Prophet, please take care of our people! I will bring you and them news of victory."
Dick waved his hand, causing the spirit dragon under his crotch to make a cute yet ferocious cry. It flapped its butterfly-like wings against the wind and flew high. It turned a few times in the air with extremely flexible posture and flew into the clouds.
A few minutes later, when Karabor Temple was far away, Yrel drove the spirit dragon closer to Dick. She asked curiously in a low voice:
"What exactly did you say to Great Prophet? Why does he seem to be thousands of years younger in an instant? Is this good news?"
"Well, I just shared some thoughts on an "old friend" of the two of us."
Dick waved his hands and said casually:
"Great Prophet is a strong person, but he is also a person with delicate emotions, which is a necessary advantage to become an outstanding prophet. However, when facing complex problems, too delicate emotions will always constrain him."
"But I heard you guys talking about "Kil'jaeden"?"
Maraad also drove the spiritual dragon to approach, he lowered his voice and said:
"This name was a taboo for Draenei in the past, and all Executive Officer prohibited us from discussing the past events about the Conqueror and the Shaper."
"This is precisely the main reason why you young people have ideological problems!"
Vigilant Saint commented very dissatisfiedly:
"If you don't let young people know the real history, how can you learn lessons and inspiration from history?
Come here, come here, you three.
It happens that this journey takes several hours to fly, so I will use this time to tell you about the things that happened in the last thirty days of the Argus world, including you, Maraad.
Although you can be considered a half-witness, you have always stayed in the safe zone of Oronaar City at that time, and you do not fully understand what a glorious feat your father achieved in the final defense of his hometown.
Listening to more stories of heroes can better guide you to do the same truly heroic acts as we did in the past.
It just so happens that none of you three have your own Argus Heart in your hands. Perhaps when we pass by Auchindoun this time, we can help you make up for this rare honor. But you must first figure out what "World Vow" is before you are qualified to bear it."
"Yeah, story time!"
Yrel cheered.
The youngest recruit waved his fist and said:
"It's the people who experienced it who told us about the ancient mythical history from a first-person perspective. I know that in this case, bragging is the most fulfilling."
"Yrel! You should maintain the necessary respect for Saint! What does "bragging" mean? That is the heroic story of Vigilant! It is real history."
"Well, it doesn't have to be so serious, Maraad, I occasionally add a little bit of artistic beautification to my experience. After all, as a hero, I also have the baggage of an idol."
"Who would have thought that Kil'jaeden, whom the tribe has always considered evil, would be such a charismatic leader? It turns out that our ancestors were able to escape Argus because of his sacrifice."
When the four spiritual dragons arrived at Shattrath City's flying platform, Nubodon, who was shocked by Dick's story, was still mumbling to himself summarizing his thoughts, while Maraad, who was traveling with him, was a little silent.
He heard about the glorious deeds of his father Malderan Commodore from Vigilant, whom he regarded as his "father".
This was the first time that he had such a clear understanding of his father's experience in the last period of his life, which almost completely reshaped the image of his father in his mind.
He always knew his father was a hero.
But he had never understood so clearly that his father was greater than he imagined.
As for the last of the three listeners, Yrel's biggest emotion after listening to the whole story was
"That's it! If you still think that nothing happened between Commander Great Prophet and Commander Kil'jaeden, you won't believe it! Hey, if the story of Vigilant is 100% true, then I will definitely think that the spiritual love between the two of them has already surpassed ordinary brotherhood.
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Ah, they trust each other as much as they love themselves
Tsk tsk, listen to this!
Is this ridiculous?"
"Shut up!"
Yrel's outrageous emotion immediately earned Maraad and Nubodon's simultaneous scolding and glares.
How come a good epic legend turns into hook literature?
But.
Well, Maraad and Nubodon are actually a little tired of it, either Vigilant Saint is very malicious and deliberately described it in this way, or the relationship between commanders Great Prophet and Kil'jaeden is indeed not as simple as an ordinary brotherhood.
But can this be said in public?
Don't even look at where you are, this is Shattrath City!
Draenei In the real "main city" of the Draenor world, 70% of the people live here.
The number of religious fanatics here is not much less than that of Karabor Temple. If Yrel dares to talk nonsense again, it is estimated that Great Prophet's fanatic fans will jump out and launch a Mak'gora or Jedni Ritual attack on her.
Dick had nothing to do with the private discussion between the three recruits, and he didn't want to. Anyway, he told the history exactly as it was, and what others think of it is their business.
After all, what evil intentions could Saint have?
Dick When he jumped off the spiritual dragon with a subtle smile, he saw two familiar figures.
His smile became more sincere, and he strode forward and took off his hood. Under the surprised gazes of the guards nearby, two sneaky guys with hoods in front also quickly stepped forward and took off their hoods as well.
"Haha, Dick! I knew Holy Light would not abandon you like this! My good brother! You finally crossed the vast sea of time and came back to us with Holy Light's blessings and embrace!"
The former Krokuun shepherd boy, now Krokuun Hunt Cavalry Legion is now General Jayde laughing and spreading his strong arms, Dick hugging each other like two rams.
The embrace between these two giant men is enough to make others feel an invisible "shock".
"I really want to tell you how much I miss and worry about you. I really want to sing Krokuun Shepherd's Song with you again, my brother, but now I must express my apology to our father first."
Dick patted the smiling Jaide on the shoulder. When the latter nodded and turned sideways, and under the surprised gazes of the surrounding guards and three recruits, Vigilant Saint knelt down on one knee to the person in front of him.
Like a wanderer who has been away from home for too long and finally returns home, he said loudly:
"Dad Governor, your child is back! Krokuun's child is back!"
"Okay, okay! Just come back! But no matter how far the journey is, no matter how difficult it is to return home, Krokuun people will be like the most determined Talbuk, and we will never forget the way home.
My child, I sincerely thank Holy Light for bringing you back to us."
Grand Executor, who had aged just like Velen, had a loud voice. Old Hatton excitedly knocked his Shaman stone staff on the ground. With a smile on his face but unable to stop the tears from flowing, he bent down to help Dick up from the ground and carefully looked at his face, which had not been stained by the passage of time.
Then he wiped his eyes, laughed loudly, and said:
"Exactly the same as before, exactly the same as the face of the young hero who led us to defeat the devil! This is undoubtedly the blessing of Holy Light. On the contrary, it is the statue belonging to you in Shattrath City that has made you older.
I have heard about what you did at Shadowmoon Valley, and the echoes at Draenor World Elements also convey to me, old Shaman, your heroic deeds, my son.
Facts have proved that Vigilant is still the same Vigilant!
After tens of thousands of years of hard journey, we Draenei are so blessed."
While Dick was talking to his father, the governor, General Jayde next to him swept his eyes over the numb honest guards around him. He held the handle of a hunting knife decorated with gems and shouted loudly:
"Hurry up and spread the news that our heroes and Saint, Hand of Argus, Vigilant, and the Golden Seat Diakum Zastinss have arrived at Shattrath City! Let every citizen in the city know that their eternal Defender has returned from the myth!
Blow the horn!
Let the pioneers of the Krokuun Legion clear the way for the heroes and Saint in front.
He will go around the city and give it his courage, his kindness, his brilliance, and his zealous will!"
"As you command, General!"
The city guards stationed on the flying platform immediately rushed out to report the news, and soon deep horn sounds sounded throughout the magnificent Shattrath City.
This scene made Dick look at Jaide in surprise, and he said:
"I came with a mission this time. My brother, I shouldn't make such a big fuss."
"No, this isn't just to greet you, Dick."
Jaide explained in a low voice:
"You will soon understand that this is absolutely necessary for the current Shattrath City."
"Huh?"
Dick frowned and said:
"Something happened?"
"Yes, something happened, and it's serious."
Hutton twirled his beard, which was even more exaggerated than Velen, almost dragging the floor. This hard-nosed Krokuun man whispered to his child:
"Bonechewer Clan, Laughing Skull Clan, Kil'Sorrow Clan, Twilight's Hammer several large and small Orcs clans are called " In the name of "Bladefist Clan revenge", attacks around Shattrath City have been launched recently. The city's strong defense has not been affected yet, but Telmor has suffered several consecutive attacks.
Especially when Hand of Argus's ten thousand-year-old veterans have been transferred to Karabor Temple to train new recruits, the defense of that small town has entered a very critical state.
To be honest, son, Jaide was supposed to lead the troops to support Telmor today."
"That's it."
Dick nodded and said:
"Then let me go!
After the parade around the city, I led a team of Warrior to Telmor to assist in the defense. Jaide continued to take charge of Shattrath City. You are the commander of the army and Talador Region's Sea Stabilizing Needle cannot act rashly.
But what I'm confused about is that Shattrath City is right next to Nagrand Plains. Why didn't Warsong Clan, the overlord here, participate in the attack on us?"
"Warsong Clan has been besieging Ogre Empire's last capital, Highmaul, in the far west of Nagrand since last month."
Jaide, who has become much more mature, supported the gem hilt and explained:
"The arrogant but powerful Warsong Clan legend Chieftain Grom Hellscream personally led the troops, and Shattered Hand Clan's insidious assassins were involved. Ogres could no longer withstand it. If no external force intervened, their city would be finished in twenty days at most.
And it's not just Ogres that suffers, my brother.
Since the establishment of that damn Horde, the Orcss have been attacking all races that do not belong to them in the Draenor world at the same time, like crazy, Spires of Arak in the south's high-level Arakkoas also suffered. Shattered Hand Clan's sadist established a fortress there and was massacring Arakkoa's tribe.
We are by no means the only victims of this war.
We haven't even entered the role of "victim" yet, but once Ogres and Arakkoa are destroyed, the next target of Orcs, who can concentrate all his power, will definitely be us."
"No, General Jayde, Orcs have already targeted us."
Maraad said in a deep voice:
"If Vigilant hadn't led us to interrupt Shadow Council's conspiracy in Shadowmoon Valley, Karabor Temple would have probably fallen."
"Yeah, those bastards!"
Jaide bared his teeth. This wild prairie cavalry commander was as fierce as a wolf when he was angry. He said to Dick:
"You have come a long way to rest here and sit here for me Shattrath. I will go to Telmor. This time, we must completely eliminate those troublesome little clans, just like how we eliminated those crazy people Bladefist Clan."
"Wait!"
Dick caught a serious question. He looked at Jaide and asked:
"Did we really kill Bladefist Clan?"
"Yes, I personally took people to Annihilation's village, and Maraad beside you was also among them."
Jaide shook his head and said:
"I know you are kind, Diakum, but you don't know what those Bladewind Orc did to our people. When I rushed there, more than fifty businessmen and innocent people had been sacrificed to Orcs's Ancestral Spirit.
That scene made all Warrior present filled with indignation. Only one girl survived that tragedy."
"It's my sister."
Maraad explained for the frowning Dick:
"Lelan almost lost her life in that incident, but Argus Heart left behind by her father protected her.
That pendant helped her block the most fatal knife and supported her until General Jayde and I led the team there. In addition, Lelan lost her "daughter" in that incident, the half-Orcs child named "Garona"."
"?!"
Dick was thinking seriously, but the words Maraad overloaded his mind.
He looked at his brother's son in surprise, and after a few seconds he couldn't help but asked:
"What is Lelan's daughter? She's still a half-Orcs! Or Garona! She fell in love with a boy Orcs? This is a bit rebellious! Your family is famous for its rigorous family tradition in the ancient Mac'Aree family!
Maraad, this is how you teach your sister?!
It is really contrary to Tiangang!"
Country girl Yrel also looked at Maraad with a look of "horror". She couldn't imagine how much fun these "city people" had, but Nubodon, who knew the inside story, covered her eyes in despair, and then hurriedly explained:
"No, Saint, don't be angry yet! That half-Orcs child was adopted by Lelan. I assure you, that girl has always kept herself clean, but her style is indeed a bit deviant. She is at Telmor at this time. You should ask for the details."
Dick moved his fists, turned around and said to Jaide who was living in Bengbu Taizhu:
"Malderan told me to take good care of his children before he passed away, and I also vowed to protect these two children as my children. You see, Jaide, since Lelan is now in Telmor, then my "uncle" has to go there."
"Indeed, I have heard about some of the "research" conducted by that girl. To describe it as "deviant" is a bit shallow. As far as I know, she seems to have friends in every Orcs clan, and she can be called the most outstanding "civilian diplomat"."
Jaide glanced at Maraad with a strange look, he nodded and said:
"Forget it, since the oath of battle brothers is involved, I won't compete with you for this honor. Remember to kill those Orcs majesties! They have really gone too far recently."