Chapter 803 16. A wanderer only needs to send a call, and his hometown will stride towards you.
Time passes minute by minute.
The dawn that seemed so long that it would never come finally came.
Ten minutes before dawn, everywhere in Azeroth Starfield, especially in the orbits close to the Azeroth star and the Draenor star, the starships of the Lightforged Fleet and Restoration Army fleets have spread all over the deep space filled with ether.
Even the Orcss opened the two Hunter Ships that they had captured with the help of Illidari.
Fortunately, the number of Mag'har and Warrior is small. Even if Arakkoa, Spriggans and the tiger army are added, two Hunter Ship will be enough. It's enough to carry the load. The problem with the One is that Little Hellscream, who was just appointed as "Mag'har Khan" a few days ago, doesn't trust his good brother's "ship sailing" skills.
"Are you okay?"
In the control room of Hunter Ship and "Hellscream", Little Hellscream looked at Yorin Death-Eye busy in front of him with great uneasiness.
To be precise, Lord Khan's uneasiness actually comes from the fact that this guy Jorin actually has to look at his notes from Demon Hunter's previous study of how to pilot a starship before he can issue one order after another.
This is not a typical "two swords"!
If there was only Little Hellscream on the spaceship, he wouldn't mind taking a quick trip to the starry sea with his good brother. The main reason is that the ship is now filled with all the elites of the Mag'har Orcs country. If something happens during the landing, the Orcs civilization will really be doomed.
"Shut up! Don't interrupt me from piloting the starship. If you continue to act blindly, if anything goes wrong, it will be your fault!"
Yorin Death-Eye This will be very stressful.
Even though he is a top-notch "wise man" among Orcs and has been an intern in Hunter Ship in Illidari for several months, he is still a bit confused when it comes to getting started on his own.
While scolding Little Hellscream to shut up, he issued a series of instructions one after another according to his own notes.
"It's not that difficult."
After watching Hellscream advance to the correct coordinates under his command according to the instructions issued by the S'fraelx command and enter the shutdown waiting mode, Jorin wiped the sweat from his face and couldn't help but feel proud.
But before he had been proud for more than three minutes, a message from the nearby Eredar starship was read out by the correspondent of the Bleeding Hollow Clan next to him.
"Ms. Yuna, the captain of the flagship "Bal" of our Hunter Ship formation, asked why the lower deck landing gear of Hellscream has not been retracted? In addition, she is still wondering why our starship delivery port is open?
Are we going to prepare to airdrop Warrior to the ground now?"
"Uh"
Jorin broke out in a cold sweat.
While he was busy instructing his subordinates to make corrections quickly, he coughed a few times and said to the correspondent:
"Reply to the respected Captain Yuna, this ship is testing whether the various functions of the starship can be activated smoothly."
"That's enough!"
Little Hellscream, who was sitting on the observation seat above the command chair, couldn't stand it at all.
He put his hand on the battle ax fixed next to his seat and yelled:
"When did you learn such boring excuses? To be honest, it makes me very uneasy to be on the ship you command. I don't want to die in a stupid plane crash."
Garrosh is really uneasy.
He even grabbed the two peace charms hanging on his chest and prayed to Ancestral Spirit. The two peace charms carried the marks of the Frostwolf Clan and Blackrock Clan respectively. It was self-evident who the gift came from.
This matter is actually a big trouble that Little Hellscream is facing, but he is trying hard not to think about it now. After all, only when he comes back alive can he be qualified to deal with the emotional affairs that bother him.
When he thought that he would spend his whole life in the open and secret fight between Gaiara and Griselda, Little Hellscream even had a strange thought at this moment.
Otherwise, I might as well die in Argus's war.
At least when facing the devil, he was able to handle it with ease, but when faced with the entanglement of two women, he was really at a loss.
"Countdown to dawn in five minutes!"
The starship correspondent loudly announced the direct order from the fleet commander S'fraelx, and Warlock of the Bleeding Hollow Clan broadcast the report to every cabin and area in the entire starship in a broken voice:
"Restoration War Fleet Commander Sfurax·Holy Wish Admiral announced to all commanders and Warrior that Eredar civilization is about to begin for Restoration War who lost his homeland!
On behalf of Eredar, the general would like to thank all allies for their assistance in this battle, and wish you all a victory worth remembering on the land of Argus.
We will sail into the battlefield in five minutes. At that time, each fleet should enter different theaters according to the original plan.
One last emphasis!
All starships and Warriors have only one mission, which is to assist Titan Soul in placing a series of Titan Devices in the Argus star as soon as possible.
That was the first stage of this operation. After all the devices were installed and waiting for the ground forces to break through the Burning Legion's base camp "Antorus, the Burning Throne" in Material World, all Warrior must return to their respective starships in the shortest possible time and leave the surface of the Argus star.
At this point, the second phase of the battle ends.
If all goes well, this war will end within forty-eight hours.
Finally, S'fraelx wants to express her feelings at this time to all Eredar compatriots who participated in the war. She wants to tell you that when we left our hometown, we promised to that beautiful and sad land that we would definitely return.
Today, the oath of this world will be fulfilled!
Eredar will definitely take back his hometown, and the exiles will definitely take back their Legacy!
In the name of Argus and Xinghai, may this battle be a complete victory, and may the warriors return in triumph!
Communication ended."
Bleeding Hollow Orcs shouted, and he was also brought into this wonderful emotion.
Bleeding Hollow Clan was also deprived of his ancestral land during the raging period of War Horde. Chieftain died and his younger brother Chieftain was forced to flee. Therefore, they who have experienced the same suffering can indeed sympathize with Eredar.
Bleeding Hollow Clan only lost his hometown for less than half a year, but Eredar has lost Argus for more than 20,000 years. Their pain and despair are undoubtedly tens of thousands of times that of Bleeding Hollow Orcs.
"If it were us"
Little Hellscream sighed and said:
"If we are expelled from Draenor and forced to live in exile in the sea of stars, can we persist for more than 20,000 years like them? After more than 20,000 years of exile and division, can we still regroup because of an oath like them, and Consecration everything for the recovery of our hometown?"
"We can't. Orcs's civilization obviously hasn't reached this level yet."
Jorin put on his Orcs style captain's hat. He looked at the hundreds of starships of various types standing densely in the galaxy at this time. He said:
"But that's definitely the direction we should learn and move forward, but I'm really curious, what's going to happen in five minutes?
Driving to the battlefield five minutes later, could it be that Vigilant suddenly appeared and sent us to the other end of the star sea with a super-large phase collapse?
Hey, it's quite exciting to think about it."
"Hmph, I have to say, maybe Argus will suddenly appear in front of our eyes!"
Little Hellscream joked:
"How can it be more comfortable to fight on the devil's territory than to fight on your own territory? If Argus can appear in this sea of stars, then everyone will have home field advantage. Unfortunately, this is destined to be just my fantasy.
Even a god like Vigilant cannot send a world across the sea of stars in one breath."
The same issue is being discussed in almost every fully-manned starship, not just Orcs and the helpers invited to participate in the war, such as humans or elves, but also Eredar himself.
But for some clans that are quite wise and use wisdom as a symbol, the answer to the problem is actually obvious.
"If the phase collapse of the star sea created the wormhole, it would be impossible for us to bring Sunwell Floating Isle with us."
Ms. Vilara is wearing "dress up" today.
In fact, it is the set of clothes she wore when she left Argus. It has been more than 20,000 years ago, but this set of clothes has been well preserved by the dean. She will definitely wear the clothes when she left Argus on the day she returns to her hometown, and use it as a necessary ritual for academic workers.
At this time, the dean took his faculty and outstanding students to stay in the central teaching hall of the Arcane Academy, activating the energy flow of the Sunwell body to create a shield system for the floating island that can maintain stability in the etheric sea.
Facing the curious inquiry from his apprentice Little Witch, Ms. Vilara curled his lips and said:
"You saw that naughty guy Mar'gok also opened their Highmaul that had not yet completed repairs. The casters of Azeroth also transferred the Dalaran floating island to the fleet as a "war fortress" for the emperor to patrol.
Then the question comes, Jaina.
You should have completed the in-depth study of "Introduction to Space Science" a week ago as I requested. Let me ask you, is it really possible for our semi-open magic hub, which does not have the internal stabilization device required for star sea travel, to maintain absolute safety during wormhole travel?"
"No! Impossible!"
Little Witch replied immediately:
"This is simply dragging everyone on the island to die, hiss, so. What you mean is that there will be no wormholes or star sea teleportation in the so-called rushing to the battlefield. What we are going to do is literally "running to the battlefield."
In other words, we will not go to Argus, but Argus will appear in the starry sky where we can reach the floating island by using magic?
This.
That sounds unlikely, right?"
"Well, your academic foundation is very good, but your imagination is obviously not up to the level that the outstanding Arcane Mage should have. Imagination is an important character that determines how far you can go. In the future, you must open up your imagination from time to time to avoid solidifying your thinking."
Veilara nodded with satisfaction, and then said seriously:
"Of course, I don't blame you for this wrong guess. After all, the internal information of the "Mardum Battle" was only allowed to be viewed by Grand Executor and religious leaders in the Eredar system. Not everyone knows Diakum's true plan."
"Dean! Dawn is approaching, thirty seconds countdown!"
The outstanding student Divinity School, Arthas, who was wearing a knight armor and hanging a holy book on his waist, held a mechanical pocket watch with a religious style in his hand and shouted to the dean:
"We should get ready."
"Well, it's time for all of us to get ready."
Veilara is leaning on the ancient Argus Crystalforged Staff from the ancient times. She has no need for such a mid- to low-level staff at her current rank.
But again, Arcane Mage should have its own necessary sense of ritual.
When she raised her head, the empty sea of stars had not yet changed, but what was reflected in the dean's eyes, which had become somewhat muddy after more than 20,000 years, was a hometown world that was rushing towards the eager wanderers.
"It's coming."
At this time, on the Azeroth ground, in front of Star Soul Temple of Silithus, Argus Lord stood up and hung the Aman'Thul's Eye that had just been removed as an ornament on his chest.
He threw out his Thunderblade, held Shield of Aggramar in his hand, and raised his head to look at the starry sky above his head.
He said:
"Extinguisher is here, he is roaring."
"Sargeras's wild dog still dares to roar?"
The voice of Azeroth Lord shouted:
"Hit it hard! Take back what was taken from you, Argus. Today is your and all other Star Soul's big day. From today on, our species will also make our voice heard in the stars.
So, be smart and don't lose your place!"
"Hmm."
Argus Lord accumulates power in place.
He wants to jump to his homeland as soon as Argus arrives in this sea of stars. Even for Star Soul, this is too far a distance, so Azeroth pours out his Creation Force and wraps it around his brother to provide him with the motivation to start.
At the same time, on the other side of the star sea is Argus Land.
On the battlefield where Nathraxas Hold was already bleeding like a river, Illidan expressionlessly chopped down several stupid demons that rushed towards him, and then turned back at a certain moment to watch the dim light dancing in the sky.
"Now, let's go home."
Diakum's gentle reminder sounded in Star Hunter's ears, and Illidan waved his hand to activate the Sargerite Keystone he carried with him.
The irregular dark green crystal continued to bloom with dangerous and unfettered energy in the hands of Illidan. This spatial wonder that could be used repeatedly was compressed and released to the extreme at this moment.
At the moment when the already confirmed landing point was activated, a terrifying, invisible energy wave like a dark maw turned into an exploding wormhole, spreading the disordered space power to every part of the entire Argus star in an instant.
The Penitentss who followed Illidan to fight on the battlefield also looked back with some feeling.
They saw the sea of stars in the sky moving crazily across the sky in a weird and illogical way, as if millions of years of star movement had occurred in just a few seconds. It was as if an entire galaxy was passing through their eyes, and it even gave them a dizzy feeling.
So are the demons.
They also felt the impact of that huge power on their minds, causing the crazy fighting battlefield to quietly quiet down at this moment.
Until the moment when the dizzying vibration dissipated, a scorching and bright light tore through the evil clouds that had been blocking the light all year round in Argus, shining the dawn of the new world in this dark time of more than 20,000 years.
Elder Penitents opened his mouth wide at this moment.
The broken bone staff in his hand slipped quietly, and just as shocked as he was were his apprentices, compatriots, and even all the demons on the Nath'raxas Hold battlefield.
All because they saw the huge fleet of Gleam in the sea of stars heading towards them wearing Light of Dawn.
All because they saw the wanderers who had been away from their hometown for tens of thousands of years shouting for reunion with their hometown in a cheering manner.
All because they saw the star sea giant leaping out from the distant blue star. Encircled by Creation Force, he crossed the etheric sea of stars like a god descending from heaven and fell towards his homeland.
In the majestic sound of Holy Song, the door of High Heaven quietly emerged in the light of stars. With the nostalgic Kazzak blowing the horn of Battle in Heaven again, the heavy golden door suddenly opened, and then the light that filled the sky surged like a waterfall.
The distant howl of wolves also sounded at the edge of the battlefield. Black Wolf God was very willing to join in the fun, so its hunting group was the first to set foot on Argus Land to help him fight.
Of course, there are also those Green Skinss who suffered terribly from the demon blood.
Although they are not members of the K'ure Alliance, they are the children of Draenor, and their own World Will desires revenge today, so they must fulfill their vows.
"They. They're back."
Penitents's elder fell to his knees at this moment as if he had lost all his strength.
In his tearful shouting and tearing, the tattered cloak was torn open, revealing the faded and tattered Garrison Commander Battle Standard sewn in it.
He held it high.
In the background of the two starships Bal and Exodar passing through the sky of Argus, he shouted and held up the ancient Battle Standard that he had retained.
Twenty-five thousand years
Finally, they came back.