Don't starve to death by working hard if you win!
Time, in the eyes of gods, is a beautiful and valuable decoration.
It is like the most perfect telescope, allowing those who sit high in the sky to fill their occasional leisure time in their busy life with all kinds of beautiful things bred by time.
But even if they are just observing, the gods have to be careful, for fear that too much attention will overwhelm those fragile mortals living in the "glass house".
Therefore, they have all become a group of dark "peeping toms", allowing those mortals who can understand the meaning of the gods to know whether there will be a nosy guy behind them who will cast curious glances when they are doing some secret things.
The most troubling thing is that there are some assholes among the gods who just watch the fun and don't take it too seriously.
Whenever a well-planned conspiracy reaches the moment when it is about to be realized, but is suddenly intervened by a powerful force, causing the conspirators' desires to be dashed, the angry frustration can almost make those mice hiding in the shadows and peeping at the sun go crazy and crazy.
Just like Draenor tonight.
As the Arakkoa assassins who came and went like the wind disappeared before the dawn of Shattrath City, Garrosh on the ground also breathed a sigh of relief.
Mag'har Khan was able to relax. While wiping the blood on his hands with a handkerchief, he adjusted his cumbersome dress to ensure that he could attend the grand wedding that was about to be held here in a few hours.
Behind Little Hellscream, who had grown a beard to enhance his dignity, Yorin Death-Eye, who was also wearing a traditional dress, stepped forward with a slight stagger on his back, Spine Staff.
He whispered:
"After inspection, the buried explosives have been disposed of, and the final hidden danger has been eliminated."
"Are you sure?"
Little Hellscream Although I believe in my good friend, thinking of the importance of this wedding, I still can't help but ask:
"How about another investigation? If it explodes at the wedding and hurts even one noble person, as the leader of the Draenor indigenous people, I dare not think of such extreme consequences."
"No need."
Jorin waved his hand and said firmly in the faint voice of Soul Wail:
"If the will of those bastards can be strong enough to survive my personal torture, then they who are destined to do great things will not mix with these rats in the sewers.
I have asked clearly.
The answer may make you a little helpless, but it is not the devil of Twisting Nether who is preparing to make a big fuss about the wedding, but some extremes among Ethereal Ethereum.
I also asked Archbishop Hataaru, and he confirmed that the explosives that were searched contained Ethereal technology. Those guys wanted to use this method to destroy us and Nether-Stalker's agreement forces Draenor to re-enter chaos, so that they can benefit from the Merciless Star Soul."
This answer made Little Hellscream frown, he shook his head and said:
"Ever since Nether-Stalker took its followers to permanently settle in Draenor, there have been many such bad things. The pretender promised the leaders of the entire K'ure Alliance that it would try its best to block the news that the Merciless K'aresh exists here, but now it seems that the news has not been blocked at all.
The mysterious murder that occurred in Nagrand last month was determined to be the remnant of Shadowguard Ethereal. At this juncture, Ethereal of Ethereum is causing trouble.
Ha, I think from now on our Draenor's biggest worry will no longer be the devil.
After the wedding is over, we have to have a good talk with the elusive Nether-Stalker. If it really can't handle the internal conflicts of Ethereal, we can't help.
It's nothing more than a few star sea coordinates and a wolf attack."
"Tsk, Lord Khan's tone is getting louder and louder. He really has the power of a king."
Jorin joked:
"But have you underestimated the Ethereal consortium that monopolizes business in the star sea? Listen to my advice and don't make this matter too big at this stage. Now Draenor still needs to focus on recuperation.
As for Ethereal's thoughts, I can probably understand them.
Their connection with the Merciless makes them desperate to take back their Star Soul. This extreme desire is not even something those Ethereal can control.
Just like Saviorss of Azeroth will do their best to protect Supreme Star Soul, just like Eredar will live in exile for Argus for more than 20,000 years, Child of the Worlds always have a wonderful connection with their World Wills.
I think we should give Master Nether-Stalker some confidence.
It has the wrist and the strength to handle these things.
Therefore, suppress your bursting flames Warheart, Garrosh, and when Nether-Stalker takes the initiative to invite us to participate in the war, you can release it without any pressure.
Now we have to get ready.
When dawn comes, you, as the leader of Mag'har, will send blessings to the two newcomers today.
Because of the complicated identities of Mr. Eredar and Ms. Lelan, a group of big shots are coming to watch the ceremony today, so you must also be prepared for "wedding diplomacy."
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Little Hellscream rolled his eyes.
Obviously, he doesn't like doing these things, and it is more suitable to leave this job to Shamans.
But Ms. Great Prophet Gaiara, who is helpless Mag'har, is still having her pregnancy at Frostfire Ridge. The closer she is to delivery, the more irritable and weird her temper becomes, and she is really not suitable to attend such a significant formal occasion.
Considering that the "culprit" is Little Hellscream's little brother, Mag'har Khan had no choice but to muster the will to fight a decisive battle to try to complete this tedious and important diplomatic work.
In fact, he has been doing this for the past few days.
The wedding is held today, but it is impossible for important guests to arrive on time for the ceremony, so Shattrath City has been very busy in the past week, with Azeroth emperors and generals, Argus's Executive Officer archbishops, Leader of the People of Light from all over the galaxy, and even the attendants in the shadows.
As far as Little Hellscream knows, Draenei Clan started preparing for this grand event two months ago. In terms of pressure, the archbishop of the Draenei Clan and the novices Grand Executor are even more troubled.
"I was shocked when I saw Yrel yesterday."
Little Hellscream complained to Jorin while walking towards the city:
"That girl looked like she had aged hundreds of years. The visible pressure made her almost collapse. The dark circles under her eyes were as exaggerated as Pandaria's Pandaren.
Fortunately, General Maraad is helping her."
"Haha, your vision is still a bit poor."
Jorin shook his head and said:
"Yrel Grand Executor's pressure comes not only from the preparations for this grand event. According to Eredar's ancient tradition, she has almost a hundred years to reach adulthood, and she will have to experience such an exaggerated wedding event by then.
She is Eredar, and a hundred years is just the blink of an eye to her.
Don't laugh at others. Weren't you just as nervous when you got married half a year ago?
I still haven't forgotten how ridiculous and ridiculous it was that you came to me on the eve of your wedding and told me that you wanted to escape from the wedding."
Little Hellscream looked a little confused and was about to retort, but when the two of them entered the city gate, they saw the Nubodon sage who was directing the laying of a luxurious wedding carpet in front, chatting with Azeroth and several Saviors who were wearing gorgeous clothes.
Mag'har Khan's old acquaintance "White Pawn" was among them, so Little Hellscream stepped forward to say hello, and as he got closer, he overheard what they were discussing.
"What? The three dwarves are at war?"
Garrosh said doubtfully:
"Why is it happening now? Don't you Strom'kar Empire just ignore it?"
"Control? What should we control?"
White Pawn sighed and said:
"That is the internal affairs of the dwarf kingdom. Humans and dwarves are only allies, and we are allies with the two clans Wildhammer and Bronzebeard. These two dwarf clans have Saviors.
Dark Iron Dwarves Although Eastern Continent is hated by everyone, the Black Iron Clan has a powerful prime minister who has been actively moving closer to World Mother for more than a year, so this matter finally reached Temple of the World Soul, and even World Mother found it difficult.
Everyone is very loyal, and she always has to keep a bowl of water in check.
We have no reason at all to intervene in the dwarf civil war, and the three races of dwarves have a tacit understanding. They strictly control the area and intensity of the conflict, and even refuse the help of the dwarves, just to not give other races a reason and opportunity to intervene."
"Hey, it's "Wen Dou"."
Jorin said:
"No real breakup?"
"Hmm."
Next to White Pawn, Vereesa·Windrunner nodded and explained:
"Sun King said that the cause of the dwarves' civil war is very complicated. It is not just a simple fight for legitimacy. My sister also said that this time may be an opportunity for the three dwarves to reunite after the split of War of the Three Hammers. She also said that the key to the problem lies with Ms. Moira Bronzebeard. There are rumors that the noble lady is pregnant.
If she really gives birth to a son who combines the blood of the two clans, Bronzebeard and Black Iron, then the Highmountain King inheritance of Modimus Anvilmar may really be unified."
"I didn't understand."
Little Hellscream blinked and said:
"Even if Princess Moira gave birth to a child, it would still be a matter for the Bronzebeard and Kurogane clans. Why would Wildhammer Dwarves join in the fun? Aren't they always claiming to be idle clouds and wild cranes and too lazy to participate in the internal fighting among the dwarves?"
"Oh, Garrosh Khan can use idioms, not bad."
White Pawn said teasingly, then shrugged in the glare of Little Hellscream, and explained seriously:
"Because Ms. Moira is not an economical person! She didn't know how she contacted Wildhammer Dwarves's hero Kurdran, and convinced him to become her son's "godfather".
This is not a method that the dwarves would use at all, and they rarely have the tradition of "Godfather". More importantly, the deep hatred between Wildhammer and Black Iron makes it impossible for them to unite.
But the problem is that the extremely skillful Ms. Moira actually did it!
Therefore, this civil war is not about three clans attacking each other.
To be precise, this is the alliance between Wildhammer and Black Iron, forcing Bronzebeard Clan into the palace and asking King Magni to clarify Highmountain King's throne inheritance.
War is just a means, and this is a typical example of "promoting peace through war."
His Majesty Lothar therefore made it clear that the empire would not participate. He told me privately that this was a play staged by the upper echelons of the dwarves to appease the radical factions in their respective clans that resisted the unification of the three clans.
Perhaps it is because of the pressure brought by the Strom'kar Empire that the dwarves must also unite to ensure that their territory surrounded by the empire is not encroached upon."
This conclusion made the two Orcs somewhat incomprehensible, but then the sage Nubodon explained to them in a low voice the deep conflict between King Magni and Princess Moira. After realizing that Magni was actually an old-fashioned man who "preferred boys over girls", Little Hellscream couldn't help but sneer at it.
What age are we now, and you are still doing this!
This old Magni is really not qualified to be a king. Unlike him, he will not favor boys over girls. He likes it no matter whether Gaiara and Griselda give birth to a boy or a girl.
Moreover, Little Hellscream has sworn on his father's grave that he will never let his children live the same miserable life as he did when he was a child.
Being a father is very challenging.
But Little Hellscream, a good Warrior, will never be timid about taking on such a heavy responsibility. He is even eager to try and prove that Hellscream Family will never only give birth to cold-blooded people.
Young people are chatting here and waiting for the wedding to start, while those with more status gather in the Holy Light Dome and conduct skillful diplomacy amidst the sounds of Aldor Priest's wedding Blessing Holy Song.
The reason why this wedding was not held in Argus but in Draenor, apart from the fact that both the bride and groom were born in the Draenei Clan, is to facilitate the communication between the three worlds.
They are allies in every sense of the word, and naturally they have to keep in touch for a long time.
It is worth mentioning that the dwarves who are still in the civil war have also sent representatives. Bronzebeard Clan, the most capable Mountain King Muradin, is having a drinking battle with his drinking buddy Old Chen. It is obviously a time of war, but the most powerful generals are sent out to engage in diplomacy. The true thoughts of old Magni are self-evident.
All I can say is that this old guy Lothar really has a vicious vision.
At the same moment, in the temple of Aldor Heights, the groom Eredath was also praying.
He stayed alone in the temple, with no Priest around, and no Holy Light Gleam on the young leader, which meant that what he was praying to communicate at this time was not his own faith.
Maybe he was "reporting work" to Father Death.
In short, no one wants to disturb the groom at this time without opening his eyes, lest he be stared at by the god of death.
Although neither Eredath nor Lelan minded Velen showing up to attend the wedding today, even Eredar was not so big-hearted that he could remain calm even if he saw the God of Death at the wedding.
It is normal for metaphysical races to engage in feudal superstition. Therefore, the three gods of death regretted not receiving the invitation.
But I guess the third brother doesn't care about these red tapes, because there is a bigger "hands" in this wedding.
"Buzz"
In the flash of light, Diakum appeared on the other side of Aldor Heights. Although he only came in disguise, as today's "witness", he still dressed up carefully.
Wearing a robe embellished with red tassels and holding a simple scroll in his hand, he looked like a respected and festive old man Priest.
This was his daughter getting married, and as an adoptive father, he had to show his respect, so behind Diakum, High Heaven's "Sacred Orchestra" also flapped its wings and flew out.
They will play sacred music for the newlyweds today to send blessings from High Heavens.
"Why are you crying on your big day?"
The great traveler Lelan, who had already put on her wedding dress, put on her makeup, and was making final preparations surrounded by her bridesmaids, couldn't help but burst into tears the moment she saw her adoptive father appear.
She rushed forward and hugged Diakum. Lord of Dawn patted the child's shoulder helplessly and said softly:
"Miss your parents?"
"Hmm."
Lelan nodded vigorously, suppressing tears and said:
"My parents were not able to see me today, nor were they able to witness the restoration of my hometown. My brother and I rebuilt our home in New Oronaar City. We decorated the place exactly as we remembered it, but neither he nor I wanted to stay there for one more day.
There are no parents waiting for us there.
It's just a house there, it's not our home."
Dick did not answer. He just listened patiently to what the child said. When she couldn't stop her tears, she handed Lelan a handkerchief and said warmly:
"I believe Malderan will be pleased to see you today. My existence is the continuation of his life. He is with me. I have completed the protection of his children on his behalf, and I will also repay his blessings to his married daughter today on his behalf.
Your father never left.
Just like your mother has been with you for 20,000 years, your family is here.
They are also expecting you to greet the most important moment in your life with a smile. If there are still tears, it will only make them worried. Alas, your brother is always unsmiling, but I guess I will also comfort him in the same way at his wedding more than a hundred years later.
But there is no way.
This is the duty of an old father."
These words made Lelan burst into laughter. She called her father to hug Diakum again, placing all her longing for her parents on the elder who came with Dawn in front of her.
"I always feel that there is something in your words! I am not ready to marry your son yet. Maybe I will suddenly come up with a good idea and run to the star sea to be a ranger for thousands of years.
How free and free!"
A few minutes later, Yrel, who was the bridesmaid, came forward, glared at Lord of Dawn with a strange look, then supported Lelan and comforted her in a low voice, telling her to stop crying, as her makeup was all stained from crying.
Princess Talanji next to her also had a helpless look on her face, and she quickly ordered Queen Azshara's maids to quickly touch up the bride's makeup. The ceremony was about to begin in more than an hour.
Vigilants didn't disturb the girls' chattering discussion.
He left the room where Lelan was, pushed the door open and saw Neri leaning against the corridor with his arms folded, wagging his tail, and whistled to Lord of Dawn like a female hooligan.
"Eredath proposed to his beloved the moment World Vow was completed. It was like a promise made by two children. It is such a heartwarming love that will make people laugh in their graves."
The Archbishop drew out his voice and said:
"There are some gods here, you have to learn from them! When you talk sweetly, you swear by each other, but when something happens, you hide in High Heaven and pretend not to hear or see.
I still remember when I was young, I was told that by waiting for the vows given to the world to be completed, we would be able to give each other to each other.
Alas, I am an old woman who waits and waits until you get up!
What the hell are you doing? Don't scare people. If other people see Lord of Dawn kneeling on one knee in front of me, I won't be able to explain it even if I have ten mouths."
Archbishop Nali is obviously a typical talker.
When she saw that Diakum was really about to kneel down on one knee and play a "divine proposal", she was the one who was frightened. She quickly reached out to pull her lover up, pointed again, and finally squeezed into Lord of Dawn's warm embrace with a satisfied look on her face.
The two old men and women were just like thieves, hiding on the edge of Aldor Heights and engaging in intimate affairs.
Twins Archbishop was still engaging in diplomacy at the wedding, and they would not disturb this rare moment of tenderness. But just when Neri was whispering love words to Dick, Vigilant suddenly pointed downward, causing the archbishop to stretch his neck and look.
In the corner under Aldor Heights, the reserve priest Arthas, who came to attend the wedding, was whispering to Little Witch Jaina.
The two of them maintained a respectable distance, and their chatting postures were strictly polite, but the mutual affection and careful contact between the sour young people could not be hidden from the prying eyes of the old men.
Like two ignorant little hedgehogs, they carefully maintained their distance so as not to let their thorns prick each other but still feel each other's warmth.
"That's great."
Neri leaned into Dick's arms and whispered:
"It's like we used to be, do you still remember? The contact at Oronaar City, and the relationship at Krokuun Great Plains. Use your powerful Holy Light prophecy to see if the two of them will get together in the future?"
"Humph, I don't even need to look."
Diakum hugged the archbishop's slender waist and let her little tail slap on his legs. He showed a weird smile and said:
"This is a ripple that cannot be blown away by any wind and wave of fate. No matter what kind of world they are in, these two little guys will be attracted to each other, leaving behind stories of joy or sighs in one beautiful or tragic story after another.
The best blessing I can give these two little guys is that they no longer have to carry that burden and experience that malice.
So, you must be happy."
"That's enough! The tone of an old man like you is really boring, you know! We are still young."
Neri grabbed Diakum's hand and bit it hard, making Lord of Dawn grit his teeth.
The old cutie used Night Warrior's strength, leaving two rows of teeth marks on Lord of Dawn's wrist.
He no longer paid attention to Arthas and Jaina, and raised his head to look at the rising sun that was about to jump over the horizon. Under the gaze and encouragement of Lord of Dawn, today's rising sun mustered up all its strength and bravely shattered the darkness with a splash of light and heat, spreading the bright Dawn into this world.
But in Dick's eyes, he can always see Black Sun hanging high in the endless sky, like a crazy, cold and malicious eye, staring coldly at everything in the sea of stars.
He stares closely at Lord of Dawn and regards it as the biggest obstacle to the realization of the great cause of destruction.
God of Destruction will eventually come back, but there is no need to fear Him.
Dick also saw a ghost ship with full sails sailing across the galaxy amid the reverberating rough singing, moving forward along another stream of destiny.
So, he stretched out his hand and waved over there, blessing the young man who was about to embark on the journey, and also blessing his daughter who was bidding farewell to the past today.
Archbishop Nali couldn't see this, but as a sympathetic pillow, she could guess who Diakum was saying goodbye to, so she curiously asked:
"Didn't you say before that you could strengthen your new member? So, what power did you give him?"
"I gave him my wisdom, courage and blessings"
"Speak humanly!"
"Well, I asked the sun in that world line to take more care of him. Maybe there are no An'shes there, but there will definitely be Holy Lights, so the People of Lights will give me some face and not embarrass him."
"That's it? You gave him so much power, and then kicked him into another Azeroth? You wanted him to die! With the level of disaster that broke the world, it would be useless if the hang-up was small!
Bronze Dragons alone can hold him down to death."
"Well, I'm not worried about that. If you can't even pass the Bronze Dragons level, this little brother's next life will be like that."
Vigilant shrugged and said:
"And, that is a beautiful, white, majestic big Tiger walking the road of life"
"So?"
Neri Still don't understand.
It seems that the Archbishop is really not a man who works hard and has no idea about the preferences of his "boss".
Diakum couldn't explain it too clearly. He stroked the crescent moon emblem on Neri's forehead and said in a very vague way:
"So, the holy body who is born to be a soft-eater does not need me to give him anything extra, and his path will not overlap with mine. Therefore, just sit in the front row and watch carefully.
Let's go.
Don't keep your guests waiting."
Lord of Dawn turned around with his old sweetheart on his arm, walking towards the city where music was playing with a smile on his face, Dawn sprinkled behind him, enjoying today's leisure and satisfaction with his people.
Behind him, a dim starlight was sprinkled into the rolling tide of time.
The fleeting light extends in two different directions.
But this is not the end.
It's like two continuously extending lines that go their separate ways after an intersection. However, as long as you don't stop, the future will continue to extend.
Until the next time we meet again, we will share each other's stories with smiles on our faces.
Just like that, another journey began.
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