"No wonder Ancestral Spirit didn't respond to Shaman's prayers and greetings for so long. No wonder the ancestors could be heard sobbing near Oshu'gun Holy Mountain. We always thought it was the ancestors who had suffered painful torture and humiliation, but we never thought that when they chose to sacrifice, the painful loss of spiritual essence would also make them cry out like this.
Alas, in our eagerness to save our ancestors from their plight, we have been misled by thoughtful people.
We never even thought that the relationship between the two would have a second option other than "hostility", but it turns out that our ancestors were much braver, more enlightened, and much more merciful than our ignorant descendants."
Inside Oshu'gun Holy Mountain, in the navigation station of the original Genedar spacecraft, Ner'zhul, who was casting spells to appease Ancestral Spirit and trying to regain contact with them, sighed in a low voice, which immediately aroused the recognition of Matron Geyah next to him.
Old Shaman raised his head and looked at the Ancestral Spirit floating above his head.
She can even find some familiar faces among them. The boundaries of Life and Death are not so easy to break. Although she can see them, it is difficult to effectively contact them under normal circumstances.
"But I can't figure it out!"
Garrosh, who was guarding Matron with an ax, stared at the "crystal monster" in front of him that exuded a dark aura with a vigilant gaze. He whispered:
"Why did our ancestors sacrifice themselves to cure this guy?"
"Ner'zhul Chieftain didn't explain it just now?"
Gaiara Warlord on the other side whispered:
"He told us that the ancestor's sacrifice was to prevent the birth of the second "Dark Star". Although I don't know what that means, but to make a legendary Shaman nervous to such an extent, I suspect that it may be a code for some kind of "disaster"?"
"That's literally what it means!
If the ancestors had not helped, the broken Naaru in front of us might have become a dark star falling to the earth more than a hundred years ago, which means that the entire Nagrand and even the continent of the Draenor world would have collapsed as a result."
While Ner'zhul and Matron called on the power of the elements to suppress the surging darkness around them, he briefly told the story of "Dark Star Kara" to the Orcss around him.
That is Shadowmoon Clan's secret, and it is impossible for Orcs from other clans to know.
But after the truth was revealed, even Blackhand's Daughter Griselda, who was still seriously injured and weak and unable to speak, felt scared and horrified.
They could not imagine the scene between Dark Star Kara's Fall and Karabor Temple by describing it in words alone, but they believed that Ner'zhul, as the spiritual leader of Orcs in the previous era, would not joke about this kind of thing.
"So, it is our ancestors who have been using this noble sacrifice to protect our world from being swallowed up by the monsters left by Draenei? But doesn't this just confirm my father's assertion?
The hatred and disputes between us and Blue Skins must be resolved by means of war!
Facts have proven that it is us Orcs who have been protecting Draenor, and it is Draenei who has been threatening the world!"
Griselda Blackhand could not speak, but she wrote her thoughts on the palm of her hand "Valkyrie" guarding Suka, and Suka spoke on her behalf.
These extremely aggressive words were immediately stopped by the Whiteclaw Clan's old Chieftain Zargrel. The most stubborn old Chieftain in the Orcs clan lowered his voice and said:
"Regardless of whether your outrageous argument of "taking the cause as the cause" is correct, don't you Blackrock Clan people really have no brains? Can you say this in this situation? If that "Vigilant" can purify a Dark Star, it means that he can also purify us here.
Blackhand's daughter, I finally understand why your father doesn't pay attention to you.
Your brain circuit is a bit too scary. Letting a guy like you become the leader will definitely be the beginning of the clan's disaster. Moreover, your injured throat is not your eyeballs! Open your eyes and look!
When Ancestral Spirit treated the broken Naaru, there was no sorrow or reluctance. Even I, the old Warrior, could see their regret and determination, just like our Orcs's decisiveness in treating our brothers and sisters.
They do not regard this sacrifice as a burden or even have a sense of honor, which is enough to prove that the relationship between the two is not as simple as you think."
"Indeed."
Ner'zhul nodded and said:
"After we entered here, we could hear the painful cries of our ancestors more clearly, but we did not feel a trace of reluctance or indignation. I can use the reputation of the Shadowmoon Clan to assure you that our ancestors were not coerced!
They are voluntary."
"But why? I don't think being swallowed up by such a dark creature is a wonderful experience!"
Yorin Death-Eye, who had been silent, asked somewhat incomprehensibly:
"What is it that drives our sacred ancestors to turn their last existence into nourishment for the star sea creature in front of them? I am Warlock, and I know many ways to seduce the spirit body, maybe."
"Put away your dark thoughts, young Warlock!"
Grand Executor Haddon's scolding interrupted Jorin's too dark speculation.
As the legendary Shaman leader of Draenei, he also brought Nubodon and Jaide to join the ranks of calling for the power of the elements. He looked at K'ure's Dick and his deputy recruit Yrel who were going dark in front, and said:
"My child is about to use his own Holy Light to block the connection between K'ure the Crown and Ancestral Spirit. At that time, the noble sacrifice of your ancestors will come to an end, and they will be freed from this terrible burden. The conversation between Shaman and Ancestral Spirit will also return to normal. You can ask yourself why.
But I believe that although the "Dark Song" emitted by K'ure the Crown at this time is quite ominous, as the guardian of Draenei, K'ure the Crown will never do such a depraved thing as tempting the spirit body as his "food"!"
"Hmm."
Matron Geyah nodded.
She really had many, many questions that she wanted to ask the ancestors floating above her head, but there was already a look of deep thinking on Ner'zhul's old face.
As Chieftain of the Shadowmoon Clan, he is definitely one of the people in the Draenor world who has the most profound research on the soul field. At this moment, he carefully observed these Ancestral Spirits rotating around the broken Naaru K'ure, and a bold and bizarre guess quietly emerged in his mind.
At the moment when Holy Light in front of Diakum the Saint turned into a gentle Dawn Light and lit up, Ner'zhul asked in a low voice to Matron Geyah beside him:
"Do you still remember that the ancient ritual of our Orcs Shaman and Ancestral Spirit conversations was reformed two hundred years ago?"
"Of course, that was the reform initiated by you Shadowmoon Clan. It was you who suggested that Oshu'gun Crystal Mountain, which appeared overnight in Nagrand, be regarded as Holy Land, because you found that you can more easily summon the will of your ancestors around the holy mountain."
Matron looked at Ner'zhul in surprise, and she said:
"It was during that reform that the communication method between Shaman and Ancestral Spirit was transformed to its current form. In the ancient times, we could only briefly talk to our ancestors at specific times and during specific rituals.
But after the ritual innovation, the communication between Shaman and Ancestral Spirit became smooth, fast and efficient.
In the two hundred years before Ancestral Spirit's overnight silent change, the contact between the Orcs living and Ancestral Spirit had been very close. This contact changed our clan culture, and the Shaman regarded it as a sign of the rise of civilization.
Ner'zhul, are you confused?
As Shadowmoon Chieftain, you should know better than me about this kind of thing."
"Of course I remember, but it was only then that I realized something that we had ignored before, time! Geyah, think carefully about the coincidence in time and space between the two events of Ancestral Spirit being active and Draenei falling."
Ner'zhul reminded:
"Is that really a coincidence? Or is it that Ancestral Spirit's sudden change in activity is not actually the arrival of Orcs's good luck, but just one of the many changes caused by the arrival of "extraterrestrial visitors" in this world?
Oh, let me put it bluntly.
Do you think it's possible that the reason why Ancestral Spirit here sacrificed himself to save the broken Naaru was not just out of morality or out of a practical act of "repaying a favor"?
Is it possible that it is precisely because of the existence of the broken Naaru in front of us that our ancestors of Orcs can get rid of the cold shackles of Land of the Dead, allowing them to stay in the world of the living for a long time in the form of spiritual bodies, so as to continue to provide their wisdom and help to future generations?
Perhaps, Ancestral Spirit's activeness and Draenei's broken Naaru "achieve each other"?"
"This"
Faced with Ner'zhul's "wonderful idea", Matron Geyah didn't know how to answer for a while. Even Hutton, who was well-informed, was shocked by this guess.
He touched his beard, which was even more exaggerated than Velen, and said:
"We have never encountered a similar situation before, and our understanding of Naaru has not reached this level. I can't say whether the broken posture of K'ure the Crown will affect the spirit body at this time, but Auchindoun Sanctuary also stores the remains of another Naaru D'ore.
Indeed
Judging from the results alone, the tribesmen who have been sent to the Auchindoun tomb in the past many years will occasionally experience "spirit retention". Because of this, our Soulbinders can promptly send the souls of the warriors into the Immortal Guardian after their death so that they can continue to perform their sacred duties."
"Not "occasionally", Grand Executor!"
Lelan reminded at this time:
"The number of wandering spirits in Auchindoun Sanctuary is much greater than we imagined. They usually hide in the shadows of Holy Land. Auchenai priests have even built shrines specifically for them. The abominable Warlock Teron'gor was also attracted by these spirits and went to Holy Land to do bad things.
I saw with my own eyes his actions of capturing souls from the shrine. I was able to escape from there thanks to the help of those spirits.
Well, if you think about it carefully, the forms of spiritual beings in Auchindoun Sanctuary are almost exactly the same as those in Ancestral Spirit here! They all seem to be endowed with some special ability and can travel freely between the reality phase and the soul phase."
"So, do you mean that the broken body of Naaru will indeed "strengthen" the spirit body where it is located? Some kind of strange "field" that can block the power of Land of the Dead?"
Hutton narrowed his eyes.
The surrounding Orcs elders also narrowed their eyes. They exchanged subtle glances with each other. Even Garrosh, Gaiara and Yorin Death-Eye saw each other's shock and disbelief.
Orcs The heroine Draka clenched her hands and muttered to herself. She raised her head and looked at the broken Naaru K'ure in front of her.
Draka Thoughts like a storm floated in his heart.
At present, the extremist Orcs is preparing to launch a war of extermination against Blue Skins under the slogan "Save Ancestral Spirit", but the fact is that the relationship between the Ancestral Spirit they say is being tortured and the sacred object of Blue Skins is good.
It is even very possible that the two parties "became the master" and were able to sacrifice each other to save each other's brotherly relationship!
This.
This is not even the black humor that can be described as "Rebel Tiangang".
If this is the truth, Great Chieftain Blackhand's reason for launching the war can be said to be invalidated in an instant.
Orcs will instantly lose all moral standing for the war they are preparing for, and they will not be able to name this war even a shred of "justice" and "glory". They will become despised destroyers and the most shameful accomplices of the devil.
This was also keenly noticed by Blackhand's Daughter.
Griselda Blackhand, who was supported by the female warrior, looked at the broken Naaru and the Holy Light held high by Draenei Saint in front of him with complicated eyes.
Having understood the truth about the grudge between the two clans, she felt complicated at this moment. Perhaps in order to continue her father's great cause of conquest, she should take the risk here and attack Vigilant Saint who was preparing to rescue Naaru, so as to completely plunge the broken Naaru into darkness.
Perhaps she should use her own sacrificial blood as a sacrifice to induce the Wheel of War in the Draenor world to roll forward, causing Orcs and Draenei to enter a desperate situation of war that can never be reconciled.
But just when she reached for the weapon at her waist with her weak fingers, a strong hand clasped her wrist.
Griselda was startled, and when she looked back, her most admired Orcs heroine Draka was staring at her with faint eyes. In that cold gaze, she seemed to have guessed what Blackhand's Daughter was planning to do.
"Don't do it!"
In the increasingly bright light ahead, which was personally ignited by Vigilant, Draka said softly:
"You have to prove that you are not the only way to devote yourself to war. My son, your father has decided to devote himself to destruction. Blind obedience cannot bring you the glory you want. On this road, you can't compete with your two brothers who act faster than they think.
Let me give you a suggestion, ambitious female Warrior.
If your father desperately wants to destroy, you need to stand firmly on the side of peace!
The moment he fails in front of you, all his honor, reputation and status will be inherited by you alone! Only by defeating him in this way can he face your existence.
Only in this way can you prove to your tribe that you are stronger than your father and win their obedience and respect. Otherwise, you will only be able to live in the shadow of Great Chieftain Blackhand for the rest of your life."
"Yes, this is also the intention of our ancestors to establish the tradition of "Mak'gora"."
Matron Geyah, who was looking ahead, reminded in a weak voice:
"You have won Mak'gora, Griselda Blackhand many times. I, who live far away from Nagrand, have heard of your fierce reputation, but you never seem to truly understand the purpose of this ceremony and its true glory.
It was never meant for us to be brave and ruthless.
Take Draka's advice, kid.
If you really want to become a Orcs hero like her.
In addition, don't forget that among the Ancestral Spirit here, there are also Chieftain from the Blackrock Clan and the elders. They are watching us, and they are also watching you!
you.
My child, will you let your ancestors down?"
"K'ure the Crown, I'm sorry, I'm late. I'm twenty-five thousand years late. I missed the best moment to help you, so you have to suffer such humiliation from the cold darkness."
On the broken navigation platform, Diakum raised his left hand high.
In the release of the burning holy power, he spread his Holy Light in a Dawn Light manner, just like a surgeon performing precise surgery, wrapping the warm and bright light bit by bit around the miserable crystal body of the broken Naaru.
He has purified "Dark Star" Kara before and has experience in "legendary operations" such as purifying Naaru.
But unfortunately, the situation of K'ure is completely different from that of Kara.
Kara was forced to transform into "Darkness Entropius" just because it was too tired and Holy Light was exhausted and could not resist the temptation from the boundless void. Its body is complete, Naaru The strength that should have and the terrifying endurance of a mythical creature are still there, so it can withstand the "violent purification" from the joint efforts of Dick, Velen and Ishana.
That's a very crude "Energy Infusion".
We don't talk about any skills, what we want is "power can produce miracles"!
The "large power" Pure Light combined by a demigod and two legends was poured into Kara's body of darkness, forcibly dispelling the shadow of the void on its body and "re-lighting" its Holy Light.
But before K'ure was entangled in the void, its Naaru's Body had already been broken by the fall of Genedar.
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It was seriously injured and dying, and its crystal body was full of cracks visible to the naked eye, like bulletproof glass that had been hit hard. This fragile body condition made Dick at this time simply not dare to try the kind of "violent purification" it had done before.
He was afraid that before the purification started, K'ure would be broken to him on the spot because he was "deficient and not replenished".
Also due to the extreme weakness caused by the broken body, K'ure's void incarnation at this time is much more troublesome than Dark Star Kara.
Those void shadows originating from Sea of Darkness are "repairing" it, which is the physiological expression of Naaru's peculiar "Light-Dark Duality", but this repair means that the void's corrosion of K'ure is more serious, which involves the temptation and corruption of "existence".
In the most extreme case, Dick even felt that K'ure at this time could no longer be brought back to the realm of Holy Light, and that it was becoming a true "God of the Void".
"Answer me."
Dick, in the Holy Light package that was getting brighter and brighter and even beginning to "ignite" the shadows around him, whispered to K'ure, who was constantly emitting "Dark Song" in front of him:
"I don't know how to fix you, but you know your situation far better than I do. If you know how to bring you back to Holy Light, then ask."
"Saint! Your light can no longer be strengthened."
As the ritual assistant, Yrel endured the scorching heat of the light. She tried her best to integrate her "little water splash" Holy Light into the light of Saint like a raging sea, while reminding:
"Orcs's Ancestral Spirits can't stand it any longer. If we continue to strengthen them, they will be incinerated!"
"Tell Shamans to contact Ancestral Spirit and evacuate to a safe area!"
Dick's voice echoed in the light, a little less gentle than usual and a little more coldly rational. He said:
"Ancestral Spirit's sacrificial treatment for K'ure the Crown will be taken over by me. Only in this way can I have more direct communication with K'ure the Crown. In addition, I would like to thank Ancestral Spirit for their noble sacrifice over the years!
Without their ongoing self Consecration to protect K'ure's fragile mind, I'm afraid our Guardian Naaru would have turned into Void Entropy Demon hundreds of years ago.
We Draenei owe these Ancestral Spirit a debt of gratitude, and the world also owes them a debt of gratitude.
You can exit gradually, Yrel.
Next, the spiritual communication between me and Naaru will drag you into it, but your will cannot resist the spiritual assimilation of K'ure the Crown."
"You need help! K'ure the Crown needs help too."
Yrel expressed rejection.
This determined and somewhat stubborn recruit said loudly:
"I am a child born in Draenor. Without the persistence and protection of K'ure the Crown, I would not be alive now. I want to help it! At the worst, I can send it to its last journey. What I will represent is not myself!
Saint, please give me this opportunity!
Let me express our gratitude to K'ure the Crown on behalf of the children who were born in Draenor like me. At least let me prove to it that the children who were sheltered by it survived and are living well.
We may not be able to achieve K'ure the Crown's great achievements in this life, but we are definitely not cowards who can't even say thank you and remember the great man in person!"
"If you insist, fine."
Dick agreed.
At the same time, several legendary Shaman and their assistants who received the Yrel signal began to work hard at the same time to package Holy Light in Diakum While living in the broken body of K'ure, the Shamans used the spell of the ancestor call and with the blessing of the power of the elements, they instantly made contact with the "released" Ancestral Spirits.
"Come back!"
Ner'zhul called out in the spiritual communication:
"Saint of Draenei will provide Holy Light treatment for Mr. K'ure. Ancestors, your many years of dark watch are over. We have understood the truth. You ignorant and ignorant children are here."
"The truth? No, my beloved, you know nothing of the truth."
A deep and tired female Orcs's voice responded to Ner'zhul.
"Rulkan?"
Amid the exclamations of Ner'zhul and everyone present, they established brief contact with nearly a thousand Orcs and Ancestral Spirit at this moment.
In this spiritual connection, the Ancestral Spirits presented the true truth of what happened in this Crystal Mountain over the past two hundred years to the Garadar Orcs and Draenei Executive Officers present.
They seemed to have entered Ancestral Spirit's field of vision in a short period of time.
From a third perspective, they saw "Eternal Radiance" caused by Genedar wrapped in sky fire and falling on Nagrand that night, which was also "Moment of Revelation" recorded in the Orcs historical animal skin volume.
They saw K'ure, who was wrapped in Holy Light, trying his best to protect as many people as possible when the spacecraft crashed. The kind-hearted Naaru even used his own power to impact the broken spacecraft to prevent the crystal hit caused by the disintegration of the spacecraft from destroying Nagrand's continental shelf.
It must have detected traces of intelligent life activities on this grassland, and it is unwilling to let the disaster of Draenei turn into a disaster for the entire Draenor world.
It and its brother Deori gave everything to prevent Draenei from perishing in the fall.
The brave Deori was shattered on the spot. Its life as Naaru was over. K'ure survived, but it was too seriously injured and knew the fate it would face. It was unwilling to let its upcoming incarnation as Entropius affect Draenei's existence in the new world.
This Naaru made the final choice to close the broken navigation station.
It hopes that it will die quietly in this cemetery, and hopes that the children it has protected for more than 20,000 years can return here to destroy it before it is completely transformed into Dark Entity.
That's really the last thought on it.
However, soon K'ure "accidentally woke up".
The broken Naaru discovered the "locals" gathered around him, the spiritual bodies that were "activated" by its existence. Perhaps the process of falling from light to darkness is filled with some unexplainable mysteries, or Maybe it's because Naaru, a mythical creature, has its own magic. In short, when it fell here and waited for death alone, due to its "protection", it accidentally gained a group of Orcs's "friends".
Those ancestors of Orcs who were guided here were not captured by death. They maintained a clear will but did not know how to help this crystal big man who kept saying "Song of Sorrow". They could only use the most primitive call to try to awaken K'ure.
They succeeded.
As a result, they became friends with K'ure, who was waiting to die alone. K'ure knew that his transformation was unstoppable, so he used his last moments to teach the ancestors of Orcs some of the techniques it knew about soul power, in order to help them stay away from the temptation of his fall into darkness.
But the ancestors of Orcs never abandon it. They stubbornly believe that saving K'ure is a kind of "repaying a favor".
It is precisely because of the influence of K'ure that the Ancestral Spirit group became active, which indirectly affected the prosperity of Shaman's teachings of Orcs, and put Orcs's civilization on the fast track.
Orcs owes K'ure a favor, so these simple Ancestral Spirits have always been with it.
They told the Shamans in the living world to turn Oshu'gun into a holy mountain to prevent ignorant people from breaking in and affecting K'ure's already precarious situation. They also tried to send a message to Draenei to come and help.
But unfortunately, the separatism brought by Othaar did not start when he became archbishop.
Spirits can do amazing things, but what they can do is limited.
As the day progressed, K'ure finally ushered in the ending of Naaru.
It said goodbye to its Orcs friends and planned to die alone, but the Orcs ancestors made a choice that shocked even K'ure.
They sacrificed their own existence and used the supplement of pure spiritual essence as the "fuel" to support K'ure in fighting the darkness.
This effect is actually very small. For Naaru's dark transformation, Ancestral Spirit's sacrifice has no impact on the overall situation at all, but it has inspired K'ure's weak will, and it has begun to rekindle its fighting spirit to fight against the dark destiny of Naaru.
This scene is like a weird empire in some distant world that needs to burn a thousand psionicists every day to keep the fire of Star Torch burning.
Although there are slight differences between the two, they are essentially the same.
It is struggle, sacrifice and persistence for the light.
You can say they are ignorant and cruel, but you cannot despise this determination to fight against darkness.
The ancestors of Orcs did this voluntarily, for no noble reason, not even to prevent the emergence of the second Dark Star, simply because in the beautiful tradition of Orcs, this is how they would treat their friends.
But K'ure felt sad because of it.
Just at this time, when Diakum took over the sacrifices Orcs's ancestors had endured over the years to heal, he also heard the first words K'ure said to him on his deathbed:
"I am very satisfied that you will carry out my final declaration. Thank you Holy Light for your grace in reuniting us, Vigilant. Please protect these children on my behalf, Diakum, just as I have protected you, just as they have protected me."
"So, Orcs is your child too?"
Dick held back the sadness in his heart and joked in the spiritual connection:
"I thought only our Eredar was your favorite child."
"Yes, you are all good children."
K'ure can no longer emit that ethereal sacred song. It is now like a twilight old man who is already on the verge of death. In the darkness, it touches Diakum with the last bit of light, and it says:
"Holy Light, as you can see, I have fulfilled my sacred oath.
I have finished the difficult battle against Fel, I have completed the path I should take in the shadow of the void, and I have kept the path I should guard in the game of destiny. I don't know if there will be a crown of light sculpture that will last forever for me.
I can no longer move forward, nor do I have to trudge forward.
I have returned to the home where Primal Light called me. Holy Light is waiting for me. I have let Him wait for too long.
My friends, my children, my successors, when my light goes out, please take over my flag, hold high my morality, cross my corpse, bravely continue to move forward, and cross this boundless storm to reach the victory the Other Side.
Diakum Zastinss from Holy Lightforged, Vigilant from Argus, the light-sworn hand against fate, may Holy Light bless you.
May Holy Light bless you.
May Holy Light bless this world."