Dick was sitting alone in the room. He moved a chair and sat next to Window. He looked at the gradually darkening Theramore outside the window in a daze. Ebony, Smoking Pipe and Scepter of Orsis were placed in his hands. It was obvious that he was also stressed inside, but this scene was much better than the worst case scenario estimated by others.
At least he didn't just leave.
After the meeting, many people tried to come see him or check out his story, but they were all turned away by Liadrin who was guarding the door, using the excuse of "Dick's physical discomfort", including the worried Little Prince Anduin, his identity determines that he is very precocious, and he can already vaguely understand what his Mentor has done.
"Master, you should at least eat something..."
Moam sneaked into the room carrying a nutritious Dinner from outside the room. This Obsidian Destroyer has now become the Gardener of Theramore Court as he wished, taking care of all kinds of flowers and plants every day. However, after Dick became this "weak and weak" appearance, Moam became the "Humanoid Shield" of Dick.
The fact that it can absorb and counterattack all magic of any system that will not destroy its body in an instant determines that this weird-talking Obsidian Destroyer will be the best human shield.
Dick glanced at the food and shook his head. Paladin really had no appetite now. He picked up the fresh Fruit Juice and turned around and asked,
"Moam, how are those Envoy doing now?"
In the slightly dim room, Obsidian Destroyer's eyes were green under the mask and looked a little strange. The smart guy organized his words and then reported quickly,
"Kul Tiras, Orcs and Troll have agreed to send troops, Stormwind City's Prince, your disciple Anduin also absolutely supports sending troops. Princess Rhaella has returned. Ironforge, there is news that Magni King may come in person, Moon Goddess Temple of Night Elf also has news, and finally Quel'Thalas... The attitude of those Elf is very strange, they did not agree or object."
"Hmm."
Dick nodded and stopped talking.
Moam probably saw the owner's annoyance. It remembered the instructions given by Mistress Lia just before entering the room, so it sniffed again and said,
"Actually, Master, I don't think you need to worry about this matter at all. The life of mortals is too short, and their starting point for thinking about problems is always very shallow. Although I have not been in the human world for a long time, I have seen their shortcomings. You may not know that in the eyes of us Titan creations, the curse of flesh and blood has corroded their bodies and liberated their wills. However, overly active thoughts are not a good thing, especially when they lack a strong leader, their overall strength is greatly weakened."
Moam secretly glanced at his master. When he saw his thoughtful look, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued,
"It's not that they can't see the threats of those Undead, they just subconsciously run them to the back of their heads. In our view, this is actually an escape. You also know that Titan-forged never escapes from problems. Although I also admit that there are Heros in humans who are as upright as those knights, but in our view,"
Moam's voice rose two degrees,
"They who have forgotten their mission are always the failed Creation! They don't realize that in this mysterious world, they are actually the weak side, and their numbers are their advantage. But unfortunately, after losing unity and unified will, they will inevitably fall into the corner of the world stage. Even if they need Earthen Legion and Charge, the Mortal army will fall apart. They are too weak."
The corners of Dick's eyes twitched. He instinctively wanted to refute Moam's words, because he was also a human being, but after careful consideration, he found that this Obsidian Destroyer was like a wise man at this moment, although his voice was still as funny as before.
"So... what do you want to say, Moam?"
Dick leaned on the chair and asked curiously, "Did someone tell you these words?"
Obsidian Destroyer shrugged its shoulders, moved Wings behind it, and said with regret,
"Actually, what I want to say is that Master, you have never corrected your identity. You have not realized at all that after obtaining the authority of Titans, you are no longer an ordinary human being. You always look at problems from a higher perspective, and it is difficult to integrate into the group of ordinary people. This kind of estrangement and separation is inevitable. Even without this incident, you will still slowly fade out of the world of Mortal."
"In the final analysis, for you now, for the difficult things you are facing now, everything Mortal World is just a shackle, not Blessing."
Obsidian Destroyer slowly picked up Lunch, which had not moved at all. When leaving the room, he added,
"Well, these words were asked by Master Ironaya to tell you. She said that she had wanted to tell you these things for a long time, but this situation may be more appropriate now. She also said that you must learn to adapt to looking at the world from a higher perspective, because for the rest of your life, you are destined to deal with things that are hidden beyond the surface of the world."
Moam left, and Dick leaned on the chair holding Fruit Juice. He had indeed never considered the matter from this perspective, but he had to admit that what Ironaya, this special Titan-forged, said made sense.
Facing Northern Expedition and the lack of cooperation from various countries, Dick seems to have lost the interest in switching between various forces as before, because he does have countless troubles to deal with.
The troubles of Kel'Thuzad, Yogg-Saron, and Ulduar, as well as the will of Odyn that has just appeared on behalf of Valarjar, N'Zoth and his Evil deceitful minions who have been hiding behind the scenes, and Mists Continent who has gradually surfaced Pandaria etc.
It's not that the Mortal kingdom cannot understand how difficult it is to deal with these daunting problems, but as Moam said, Mortal's active will determines how difficult they will be to deal with it. The selfish idea that "the tall man will hold up the sky when it falls" has nothing to do with justice or Evil, it is just human nature, and Dick, in a sense, he has now become a "tall man".
After all, in the final analysis, anything that has anything to do with Old Gods is not something Mortal can handle.
At least we can't wait until disaster strikes every time before Dick stands up and leads the world forces united under pressure to fight against it, right? After taking over the task of turning the world around 4 years ago, Dick understands that this kind of passive defense will only bring down himself and the world in the end, so he has to take the initiative to attack!
Find ways to eliminate trouble before it comes, but this road is destined to be lonely. Now, Dick has experienced this kind of loneliness. When your footsteps are faster than most of your companions, loneliness will be an uncontrollable companion.
This may also be the reason why those guys who were once dubbed "Guardians" will eventually become withdrawn.
This is true for Aegwynn, so is Medivh, and now it's Dick's turn.
But before Dick could completely figure out these troublesome things, an unexpected visitor arrived. It was a light like fire Teleportation. When When Kael'thas's handsome face appeared in Dick's room, Three Wardens jumped out of the shadows, and was waved away by Dick.
There was no emotion or anger on Kael'thas's face, but Dick could probably guess why he came here.
There is no need to doubt Quel'Thalas's Sun King's magical attainments. For Fixed-point Teleportation, this kind of thing is as simple as eating and drinking water.
After Kael'thas stood still, Sun King also waved his hand. A woman wearing Black Hood walked out of another group of light and stood behind Kael'thas.
"Lana'thel, go outside and be on guard. Don't let anyone approach until I finish talking to Knight Dick!"
"Yes, His Majesty!"
Sin'dorei Elf's Archmage walked out of the room. Kael'thas breathed a sigh of relief. He waved lightly and a chair was quietly moved to the opposite side of Dick. Sun King sat down. On top, his Blood Red robe Graceful and Elegant, coupled with the carefully arranged hair and face, and finally the Elemental Phoenix standing on the hilt of the sword, which is indistinguishable from a real bird. At first glance, it is the style of Bigwigs.
Dick held Fruit Juice and looked at Sun King sitting in front of him. To be honest, although the two of them have not met many times in the past few years, because they have fought side by side, they have exchanged many letters and can be regarded as friends.
Before Dick could speak, Kael'thas stretched out two fingers.
"Both things are very troublesome, and they were all caused by you."
"Huh?"
Dick looked at Kael'thas with an innocent face. The latter breathed a sigh of relief and gently touched the air. A cup of red Magic Drink appeared in his hand. Then Sun King said slowly,
"The first thing is about Shen'dralar. First of all, I have to make it clear that Dick is not that I am unwilling to use my strength to fight against Undead. Revenge, you should know that my hatred for them is not much weaker than Paladins, but that we really can't draw out enough power. Of course, this is related to the second thing. In short, according to the news I bought from the Assassin's Alliance, just this afternoon, Night Elves of Feralas expanded Defensive Line, almost surrounding the entire Feralas, they came out in droves, relying on normal methods, it has been difficult for me to contact Shen'dralar descendants, even if you gave me the specific location!"
Having said this, Kael'thas sighed helplessly, his voice full of complaints,
"For such a big matter, you should at least talk to me in advance, but I can also understand your current situation. I can see that you are about to be driven crazy by those short-sighted guys. I won't talk about it for now, but I can promise you to send the last standing army of Quel'Thalas, including 10,000 Rangers and nearly 4,000 Mage joins Northern Expedition Army. If necessary, I can even send Firewing Guard to help, but you have to use a reliable method to help me contact Shen'dralar descendants. If possible, you also have to find a way to get them out of the encirclement of Night Elf."
"Is it that serious?"
Dick frowned, "Nearly 7,000 years have passed. The grudges between Shen'dralar and Kaldorei should have disappeared long ago, right?"
"You don't understand, Dick and Shen'dralar descendants have different meanings."
Kael'thas simply explained, "I can tell you this, if the legendary Highborne City Eldre'Thalas is really hidden in the forest of Feralas, then Night Elf's 7000 years of exploration is valuable, because Shen'dralar is in Thalassian The meaning of is "the secretive clan". They were responsible for guarding all the secrets of Queen Azshara in ancient times. It is no exaggeration to say that the things in that City scare Night Elves!"
"You and I both know, and they also know that Azshara is not dead yet. War of the Ancients and Battle of Mount Hyjal have already made them scared. If Azshara appears again, it will be an out-and-out disaster. And at that time After War of the Ancients, although there has never been an official statement, Shen'dralar has made no secret of his disdain for Night Elf. You know, Highborne have an inexplicable sense of superiority, so I think."
Kael'thas knocked on the cup in his hand and showed a very strange smile, "Night Elves will not eradicate Shen'dralar descendants because of this, but obviously, they will not let Shen'dralar either These Forbidden Knowledge have spread throughout the world, and they are even more worried that Shen'dralar will return to the rule of Azshara, so Confinement is a good way. Believe me, this is what they did 7000 years ago."
"But it's a pity that Shen'dralar and Sunstrider had Brotherhood Pact back then. My Ancestor had made an appointment with them to break away from the rule of Kaldorei. However, on the day of departure,, Shen'dralar is missing and he did not keep his appointment, but I will not betray Sunstrider Pact because of this. Since his descendants still exist, I have the responsibility to take them out of Night Elf's Confinement."
Dick's expression did not change much. In addition to being his friend, Kael'thas is also the ruler of Quel'Thalas. He has his own way of thinking about problems, but as the king of a country, being able to come and explain this matter in person has proven that Kael'thas values Dick. This fact makes Paladin feel a little touched.
Immortals are indeed much more sensitive than humans when it comes to taking sides. Although Dick has never shown his true heritage, Kael'thas has keenly felt that Dick is different. When Civilized World and Dick's Side released Conflict, he immediately sided with Dick.
"Second thing... have you ever heard of a creature...Naaru?"
"Huh?"
"This is the trouble I'm talking about. A guy who only makes trouble for others sent a Naaru to Quel'Thalas. It is said that a group of powerful Trackers are coming from another world to Salvation it, so it is a hot potato. Are you interested in taking over?"
(Thank you brothers for your support. Frankly speaking, when I posted the first two chapters, I was still worried about whether I would be disliked. Thank you everyone! I am going back to my hometown during the Dragon Boat Festival, so the outbreak may be a bit suspenseful. If I have time, I will write two short stories, which can be regarded as extras, for brothers to read ~ Thank you everyone!)