"Did you anticipate that our contact with Orcs would lead to an unexpected breakthrough from Garona?"
Early the next morning, in the large team heading to Oshu'gun Holy Land, Lelan, who had not slept all night, yawned and whispered to Vigilant, who was riding Holy Warsteed next to him:
"The more I thought about it in the second half of the night, the more amazing I felt. It seemed that after entering Garadar, although you were hiding behind the scenes, things were developing according to your guidance, especially the unexpected factor of Garona.
You clearly know how to remove the bewitchment of her mind, which is very easy for a legendary Priest, but you want me to come in person. I thought this was your test for me, but now it seems that you want to use my hand to let Orcss see the truth with their own eyes?"
"Well, I feel like you are describing a wise Arcane Mage who has everything in his hands and is omnipotent, rather than an old Garrison Commander who is not good at thinking and only knows how to use his muscles to act recklessly, my child."
Dick showed a subtle smile and said:
"But how could my muscle brain, which was burnt out by Holy Light, plan such a perfect strategy, so I think you should regard all of this as the guidance of fate at the right moment.
Is Garona in good condition?"
Facing Dick's answer, Lelan had an expression on her face that said, "I believe you, you damn old man is the worst." Then, she glanced at the "prison car" behind the team and sighed:
"We brought back her spirit and will, but she is still very weak.
Gul'dan's dark instructions are still entangled in her soul. Orc Warlock Jorin told me that until the hidden dangers of Overmind Orb are not solved, Garona cannot control herself at all. The child actively asked to put her into the prison car because he was afraid that she would lose control again and hurt other people.
The child said a lot to me in the second half of the night.
She confessed to me everything that had happened to her in the past six months of Confession. During the twisted temptation of Gul'dan, she had done a lot of bad things, and her hands were stained with the blood of those Orcs who were unwilling to obey Gul'dan.
There was even a period of time when she was seconded to the great traitor Othaar. The "accidents" that happened to Karabor Temple a few months ago were all her fault.
Alas, you are right.
She forced herself into the darkness in order to survive, but it's not her fault!
Although her body has been ripened by magic, she is only a twelve-year-old child after all, and she does not have the firm mind of an adult."
"The mind of an adult? No, when faced with an outstanding villain like Gul'dan, the mind of an ordinary person is not worth mentioning."
Diakum shook his head and said:
"Garona is destined to take a long time to recover, and if you think that child will become the hope of her unique "species" in the future and become some kind of symbol of the transformation of the relationship between Orcs and Draenei, then I hope you can continue to be her guardian.
Lelan, I will be busy with Oshu'gun next, so I will leave it to you three to find Overmind Orb.
This is the trial that truly belongs to you."
"Well, we're willing to do that!
Gaiara and Garrosh made it clear that they would help. They would be happy to personally kill a few Shadow Council's bastards to apologize for the Bladefist Clan's tragedy. That Orc Warlock Jorin will also participate in it after accepting my "deposit"."
Lelan paused and whispered:
"But Jorin said you killed his father, so."
"Well, the wheels of hatred are turning."
Vigilant smiled, waved his hand and said:
"Tell him for me that he can come to me anytime he wants. Whether it's a long conversation or revenge, I welcome him.
But considering the current bad situation of the Bleeding Hollow Clan, Yorin Death-Eye should probably shoulder more important responsibilities besides personal vendetta. After all, Kilrogg Chieftain sent him to Garadar specifically not to let him Recklessness die.
Bleeding Hollow Clan's ritual will allow them to see the scene of their own death. The same death will have different meanings under different circumstances.
I leave the choice to Jorin.
The young man was able to choose for himself the different consequences his death would have for him and his people.
Go ahead."
"Hmm."
Lelan nodded and urged his Talbuk to go to the prison car and feed his "daughter" some water and food.
But after she left, Diakum did not get the right to quietly appreciate Nagrand Plains and miss his hometown in memory, and soon another visitor appeared beside him.
"You look very relaxed."
Orcs The heroine Draka drove a strong snow-white Dire Wolf close to Diakum, and she asked boldly::
"We are about to arrive at Oshu'gun Holy Mountain. Even if the tragedy of the Bladefist Clan is proven to be a frame-up by Gul'dan and Shadow Council, the painful fact of Ancestral Spirit is indeed inseparable from you Draenei.
If you cannot resolve this matter before our eyes, it means that both parties will not be able to reach a peace treaty.
But that's what you came for, shouldn't you be full of stress before taking action now?
What should I do if I fail?"
"Good question, if I fail, if I can't solve K'ure the Crown's troubles, I will have to do some extreme things. Don't you really think that an old Warrior like me, who was shaped by the decisive battle in my hometown, will only pray for peace?
No, I'm just giving peace a chance before rolling up my sleeves."
Diakum smiled and said to Draka:
"Look, the peaceful factions in Orcs civilization are all here now. I will "invite" you to Shattrath City to protect you. If I can't save this world, then I can at least "ignite" it with my own hands.
With the current strength of Draenei, before War Horde completes the final integration, I will command the most courageous Warrior to attack the war fortress of Nataan Jungle. A desperate assault, with the help of Velen and Lady Kara, I am 90% sure that I can put Great Chieftain Blackhand Execute on his throne!
After we completely destroy the "Axis of War" and you all step in to clean up the mess, the world will still be able to achieve peace.
Please understand that I am not cowardly begging for peace, I never intended to do that!
As I said, this is just a choice to give good people who hold "peace concepts" a chance to turn the tide before going to war. If their efforts and mine cannot bring about the results I want, then I can choose another path!
Orcs Of course you can start a war on any day you like, but they don't have the final say when the war ends."
"Are you serious?"
Draka looked at Diakum seriously.
There was no doubt that she felt the momentum of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood coming towards her from Diakum's gentle words.
She realized that Draenei Saint, who had been operating in Garadar with the image of "Priest" who healed diseases and saved lives, had another identity. According to Ner'zhul's introduction, Diakum Zastinss had been one of the war leaders of Eredar more than 20,000 years ago.
If necessary, he can transform into an iron-blooded handsome guy like Great Chieftain Blackhand.
What's more terrible is that from the truth seen by Draka, young Draenei like Yrel and traditional Draenei like Lelan are very willing to obey the leadership of Diakum and regard it as an honor.
He's not kidding, he can really do this!
"Eredar's open hands will protect friends and scare enemies!"
Facing Draka's nervous inquiry, Dick nodded solemnly and said:
"I'm very serious, so you'd better not expect anything to go wrong in today's actions, but please relax. As long as there is no major deflection, I am sure that I can end K'ure the Crown's pain and rescue Orcs's Ancestral Spirit from that "Song of Sorrow".
My self-confidence does not come from force. Have you seen the light mark on my forehead?"
He pointed to the Holy Light mark on his forehead that was beating like a candle flame, and said:
"This is the mark of merit given to me by K'ure the Crown in my hometown more than 20,000 years ago. The existence of this mark allows me to better communicate with it. Perhaps, I am the only the One in the Draenor world and the only Draenei that can communicate with it without any barriers."
"I hear sadness."
Draka said:
"So, Guardian Naaru, who has been trapped in our holy mountain for more than two hundred years, is your friend?"
"No, I'm not familiar with it. Even the conversations I had in my hometown were only a few words and one meeting."
Dick sighed and said:
"But I and all Draenei owe it an unrepayable favor. It was K'ure the Crown who gave us hope when we were in the most critical moment. Now it's our turn to give it back hope. This is what I hope to show to Orcs.
Draenei is a race that knows how to be grateful. After the Draenor world also embraces us, we have every reason to contribute our own strength to the survival of this world Consecration, but after all we "borrow" here, and you Orcs are the real children of this world!
When your hometown faces a crisis, you should be more proactive than us in helping it rather than destroying it.
In this war started by Orcs, the one who should make the most choice is not Draenei, but you! Ms. Draka, please ask yourself, will you let your world down?
You don't have to tell me the answer.
I have also faced the same problem. In the last years of my hometown Argus, I would ask myself this question between every battle.
Even today, I still ask myself.
We were forced to flee our hometown in order to survive. I hope the same tragedy will not happen to you, my Orcs friends, but with all due respect, if you still don't think of a way.
Maybe the next time Draenei sets sail, there will be a group of "Orcs refugees" on our spaceship."
After saying that, Diakum showed a decent smile to Draka and took the initiative to end the conversation.
He looked into the distance to admire the refreshing scenery of Nagrand Plains, and then compared it with the Krokuun Great Plains in his memory.
At this moment, he seemed to understand the reason why his brother Jaide and the governor's father had been unwilling to give up the town of Telaar for more than two hundred years.
This is so similar to Krokuun!
The rolling hills, the endless green pastures as far as the eye can see, the rivers that cross the prairie and every gust of wind blowing through the prairie.
Perhaps for the commanders Grand Executor Haddon, General Jayde and Krokuun Legion, this is the hometown they want to go back to in every dream but can no longer go back to.
During such a slightly sad trip, this almost all-elite Garadar team finally arrived at Oshu'gun Holy Mountain in the afternoon of the same day.
That crystal mountain is really exaggerated.
It stands on Nagrand Plains like the most luxurious white jewel dotted on the earth. The irregular shape reflected in the sunlight is a splendor that no one can ignore. No wonder Orcs regards this place as their Holy Land.
This is really a unique wonder that cannot be formed by pure natural force.
Even Draenei would have a hard time imagining that their crashed spaceship would have such a grand scene after more than two hundred years of changes.
This may be due to "material science"!
After all, Naaru's gem spaceship is more similar to a magical vehicle than a technological creation.
With no one maintaining it for more than two hundred years, it is actually normal for such a wonderful "character transformation" to occur under the entanglement and infection of World Elements.
Oshu'gun Holy Mountain There is not just a bare crystal mountain. When the spacecraft crashed, the shattered crystal fragments were scattered around this prairie, forming large and small crystal ridges.
Orcs have established camps in this ridge. Because of Garadar's neutral attribute, these camps are maintained by Matron Geyah.
The Kosh'harg Festival held twice a year is also held here. It is the grandest ceremony in the Draenor world. During the ceremony, Orcs members of all clans will temporarily put aside their hatred and conflicts with each other and enjoy the noisy festival.
In addition, this ceremony is the grandest and most traditional "dating meeting" that male orcs and female orcs can find in their hometown.
Draka and Durotan fell in love at first sight at the Kosh'harg ceremony.
It is said that Great Chieftain Blackhand and his wife also found love here, and even Grom, the "wife abuser", actually found "love" here, although his wife's end was indeed miserable.
"Saint! General Jayde has also arrived here with a team of Hunter Cavalry. Go and have a look. Yrel said she seemed to have seen Grand Executor Haddon!"
Nubodon came to report the news, causing Dick to raise an eyebrow and follow him quickly.
Sure enough, at the front of Orcs's team, Ner'zhul and Matron Geyah were talking to Draenei, who was wearing a hood to hide his figure.
When Diakum was approaching, he happened to see Jaide throwing Garrosh to the ground with his bare hands.
That hand of Jed'hin Wrestling is really authentic!
"Why are you still bullying children?"
Dick sighed and said:
"You're over 20,000 years old, can you be a little more cautious? General."
"This kid took the initiative to provoke me."
Jaide sighed helplessly and said:
"He wants to avenge Bladefist Clan's Orcs just like a stupid young man. What can I do? It's true that I led Annihilation to kill that crazy clan, and I won't deny it."
"Don't put blame on yourself that doesn't belong to you, Jaide, you idiot who is as aggressive as a ram."
Dick stepped forward and whispered seriously:
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"You and Krokuun Legion were just tricked by Shadow Council of Gul'dan and used as a knife. Ask Lelan for the specific situation. This young Orcs of Recklessness also knows the truth. He knows that we were wronged. He just can't swallow that breath."
"Huh?"
Jaide looked at Dick in surprise. After listening to Dick briefly talk about Garona, General Hunter Cavalry immediately became serious. He whistled and called for his heavy armor Talbuk to rush over. With his outstanding riding skills, he jumped up and rushed towards the convoy's prison car with the guards following him.
Dick threw a levitation technique on the bruised and bruised Garrosh. He shook his head and said:
"You might as well attack Jaide with an axe. At least that way you can die with dignity! He is the champion of the Jed'hin Tournament Krokuun division for 27 consecutive years. Even I am afraid of him when wrestling in close quarters. Where do you get the courage?
By the way, you will definitely have trouble with Shaman in this life, right?
You should really be glad that Jaide didn't take your provocation seriously, he is currently one of the most powerful War Shaman among the Draenei Clan."
"I must vent my anger for those Bladefist Clan compatriots who died under your swords, but that General Blue Skins is a Warrior, and he will not let go of every provocation easily. He is Warlock's favorite opponent. He did not deny the blood on his hands like a coward, but he did bear the hatred and slander that should not be directed at him. Therefore, I cannot use weapons in my battle with him!
That harms my honor!"
Young Master Hellscream gritted his teeth and endured the pain, scratched his neck and said:
"But I'm going to knock him out sooner or later! It's just a matter of time."
"Ah, yes, yes, work hard in the future. Remember not only to train your muscles but also to train your brain. As long as you live to be a thousand years old, I think you will definitely beat Jaide in the field of wrestling."
Dick rolled his eyes, ignored the crooked young Orcs, and strode towards the three leaders in front of him.
Sure enough, what was hidden under the hood was Grand Executor Haddon's old face.
He must have heard about Dick's plan, so he deliberately left government affairs and took the risk to come here today, trying to help his children solve Oshu'gun's problem.
Grand Executor really took the risk this time. Oshu'gun Holy Land is only less than a few hours away from the Warsong Clan's base camp Grommashar. Once the news of his appearance here is leaked, Warsong Clan's group of militants will definitely send out an army to surround and kill him at all costs.
As one of Draenei's current two Grand Executor, if Hutton dies here, even if he is only injured, it will immediately detonate the already tense situation between the two clans.
"You shouldn't have come! Father Governor."
Dick said seriously:
"This is not a rational decision!"
"I know, but I asked Priest for divination before departure, my child."
Hutton didn't care, he waved his hands and said:
"Priest people told me that today is my lucky day. I may be able to exchange for a precious peace that will determine the direction of the world. In addition, I did not come here for this matter. Karabor Temple The Artisans at specially forged a set of Sanctified Armor for you under the instruction of Velen, and the weapon you ordered before has also been forged.
However, the energy of the Kara Crystal that you personally purified was too high, and the blacksmiths were unable to complete the final quenching, so the weapon was only a semi-finished product, but I personally inspected the exaggerated-looking weapon.
Even if it is an unfinished work, it is enough for you now."
"We can talk about these later."
Dick glanced at the Orcs people scattered around, and he said:
"Since you're already here, let's enter Oshu'gun Holy Mountain together. Every minute you stay here is at risk. We'd better make a quick decision."
"Well, I brought you the door key of Genedar, but I don't know if it is still useful."
Hutton took out an exquisite crystal key and said to the several Orcs leaders in front of him:
"Without this thing, it would be difficult for you to reach the navigation station through the intricate cabins inside Genedar. K'ure the Crown has been staying there for more than two hundred years. I know you have explored the interior of Crystal Mountain.
But I guess you haven't really seen what K'ure the Crown is like at this time, right?"
"We don't need to see with our own eyes, Grand Executor of Draenei."
Matron Geyah said seriously:
"As long as you enter the holy mountain, Shaman can hear the screams of Ancestral Spirit. Our ancestors are obviously bound and tortured by some kind of power, and Shaman masters like Ner'zhul can vaguely see the strange crystal foreign objects capturing our ancestors through their ancestors' vision, and throwing them into horrific punishments.
The reason why Orcss are full of resentment towards Draenei is not just because we are superstitious!
We have indeed heard with our own ears the suffering of our ancestors, which is an unbearable humiliation and provocation for every Orcs Warrior."
"This is a legacy issue."
Grand Executor Haddon did not hide his mistake. He led everyone to the entrance of Oshu'gun Holy Mountain and said:
"After we fell, Velen fell into a long-term coma and weakness. He was among us the One a powerful Priest who had the ability to heal Naaru, but his own injuries forced him to never make the trip. After Velen recovered a little, we immediately tried to enter the ruins of Genedar.
Unfortunately, by that time you had already designated this place as Holy Land.
I don't know if you have heard such stories from your ancestors, but Velen and I have come to your Kosh'harg Festival several times to seek a peaceful solution to the problem, but unfortunately we were sternly rejected by you."
"Frostwolf Clan's previous legend, Shaman, and the animal skin roll left by my sister Kashur Matron do have records of this incident."
Matron Geyah said:
"That was a hundred and thirty years ago. She said that she actually regretted rejecting the proposal of leader Draenei, because in the twilight years of her life, Ancestral Spirit had already shown signs of pain.
She felt that she had missed the best opportunity, but when she wanted to invite you to the Holy Mountain again, she was coldly rejected by your arrogant governor.
The matter was just shelved."
"It was the traitor Othaar who was causing trouble. He must have realized that this matter could be used to stir up hatred between the two races."
Hutton pointed the stone staff in his hand on the ground and scolded:
"The traitor cut off the possibility of cooperation between the two parties to solve the problem, causing the problem to continue to this day, but maybe it's still too late."
"Let's go check on K'ure the Crown first. I've already heard its painful groans."
When entering the winding corridor of the Holy Mountain, Dick covered his forehead and whispered:
"It is already dying, but this death is long and painful, and it will not be able to hold on. The thick darkness is swallowing it up, and it is very difficult for it to resist."
Under the urging of Dick, everyone accelerated their pace.
Genedar is a starship. After its crash, the internal space extension completely failed, causing the space inside Crystal Mountain to fall into complete chaos. This starship, which was continuously expanded during the exile, could once easily accommodate 200,000 people, and its internal space was like a three-dimensional city.
It took Orcs more than two hundred years to fully explore the ruins of this starship, but now with the help of the key in the hands of Hutton, they soon knew the correct path to the navigation station in the center area of the spacecraft.
This place has been closed for more than two hundred years, and there are condensed shadows visible to the naked eye everywhere.
There is even a weird "Shadow Creature" moving in the crystal corridor leading to the navigation station, making this place not look like a sacred place at all, but like a hopelessly filthy place.
Orcs held their weapons and prepared to clear the way, but when Dick raised his hand and burst into the Holy Light waterfall in Holy Star's posture, the shadow of the entity in front of him immediately screamed and fled into the "deeper" place.
As Grand Executor Haddon personally used the key to turn on the navigation station again, the sight in front of them shocked everyone.
Orcs!
Most of the collapsed navigation platform was dotted with Orcs and Ancestral Spirit. The total number of those spiritual beings between reality and reality reached an astonishing thousands. It was like a strange large-scale ceremony, and they were chanting something.
It's a pity that the living cannot hear the voices of the dead.
At the front of them is the remains of Guardian Naaru, whose body was broken into one-third, and the remaining two-thirds were mostly swallowed up by "liquid darkness".
K'ure.
It is still at the place where it once guided Draenei across the sea of stars, but at this time it is difficult to see any trace of its sacred posture.
"What else do you have to say! Draenei."
The impulsive Garrosh saw this scene and yelled angrily:
"Your Naaru monsters are torturing our ancestors"
"Shut up!"
The person who interrupted him was not Dick but Ner'zhul. The old Orcs, with round eyes, pushed Garrosh away and strode forward.
He carefully observed the Ancestral Spirit, Matron Geyah and Zargrel old Chieftain in front of him and also discovered the problem. They stepped forward despite the corrosion of "Dark Song" and listened to Ancestral Spirit's weak moans.
Soon, they discovered the truth.
"The ancestors were not coerced! They were voluntary sacrifices. They devoted themselves to Naaru's irreparable injuries, and used their precious spiritual essence to help K'ure resist the call of this gloomy darkness.
The darkness here is exactly the same as the filth of Dark Star Kara!
It is the fallen call of the void!
Our ancestors were helping this Naaru maintain its final sobriety to prevent it from completely falling into darkness, and created a second "Dark Star" in Nagrand!"
Ner'zhul, who knows the most about "Dark Star", gritted his teeth and shouted:
"The truth is not what Gul'dan said. The sacred objects of our Ancestral Spirit and Draenei are not enemies. On the contrary, the friendship between them is beyond the imagination of us ignorant descendants."
"K'ure the Crown is the same as Lady Kara, it is about to fall into darkness!"
Yrel leaned on the war hammer and sighed, but Dick shook his head and said:
"No! It's different!
K'ure the Crown is still resisting the transformation of void darkness. Orcs's ancestor's noble sacrifice gave it the final strength to resist void corrosion, but we must intervene.
Both of them could hardly hold on anymore.
Quick!
Shaman casts spells to appease the spirits, and Yrel serves as my assistant to prepare to purify Naaru. Just like what we did in Karabor Temple, K'ure the Crown has saved us more than once, and now it is our turn to give back to it!"
PS:
Thanks to the leaders of brothers "Zinc Zinc Dian Deng" and "Tao Shu Ke" for the reward. I have accumulated more updates. I currently owe 60 chapters. I am desperate.