Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 123:22. The Draenei herds are led by powerful leaders, and they are destined to prosper.

"Hold on! Yura, I'm here to save you!"

While Diakum was talking with the prophet, Archbishop Naili was piloting her spirit dragon "Shining" to patrol the airspace where Yura had lost contact. She felt her heart beating very fast, even more violently than the night she and Diakum first fooled around.

This gave the archbishop a very ominous feeling.

Even though she complained about Yura's unreliability all day long, when the day came when she might lose Yura, the Archbishop was unwilling to accept this situation no matter what.

During the 25,000 years of fleeing, Nari has lost too many comrades. Although Yura is a chatterbox, although Yura always likes to spread gossip about herself, although Yura always covets her position as the leader of the ranger class, although Yura always says behind her back that she is a menopausal old woman, although Yura
Uh, I can't say any more, otherwise Nari will really have enough reasons to convince herself to give up Yura.

But, don’t be like that!
She didn't want to lose her comrade whom she regarded as a "troublemaker sister" at this time, and she didn't want to tell Maras about his girlfriend's death in the future.

As Yura's former superior, Nari knew very well that there was true love between the two guys.

She had experienced the loss of Diakam for 25,000 years, and she didn't want her people to experience that unspeakable loneliness that almost drove people crazy.

As night fell, Nari soon discovered that a ridge among the mountains in the distance was burning, and she hurried over.

When we arrived at the forest, the woodland, which was full of dead trees, was almost burned out.

Nari keenly discovered that there were many orc corpses in the flames, and the downed two-headed dragon was burning in the flames. This gave her hope, and she let the spirit dragon take the risk to cross the high-temperature airspace to try to search for traces of Yura.

Legendary hunters have their own unique skills, especially in tracking, which has almost become an instinct.

Soon, Naili found a clue. She let the spirit dragon fly into the air and swooped down towards a waterway below the ridge. She found Yura's broken hunting rifle near a hidden cave.

The Archbishop breathed a sigh of relief.

Being able to get here means that Yura is still alive. She jumped off the spirit dragon and ordered Shining to patrol in the air. She herself took her hunting rifle and entered the mimicry walking mode and moved forward quietly.

This technique is somewhat different from the assassin's stealth. The rangers' concealment is not granted by shadows, but is a gift from nature, which allows them to distort light like a chameleon. To ordinary people, there is no difference between the two techniques, but in the eyes of masters, this simple light distortion is much weaker than the assassin's breath concealment.

As soon as Naili entered the cave, a spinning hunting axe came whizzing towards her. She dodged it deftly with a roll, then kneeled and fired two shots into the darkness before her eyes.

There was also a flare mixed in.

As the light descended and dispelled the darkness, Nairi saw a group of incredibly strong orcs charging towards her. Behind them, in the makeshift camp, Yura's spirit dragon Supersonic lay there, his life or death unknown.

"Stop!"

The archbishop immediately realized the truth.

She took the initiative to put away her hunting rifle and shouted to the strong hunters in Orcish:

"You saved my sister!"

"Ok?"

The Mok'Nathal orc, who had already raised his halberd, looked at the powerful Draenei hunter suspiciously. He hesitated for a moment, put away his weapon and made way.

Naili walked quickly forward and saw the orc who had just thrown the battle axe in the camp in the cave.

The latter was definitely a terrifying hunter. Naili could feel that she was always being locked onto by him, and the black dire wolf behind him was also growling at her.

"What's that thing behind you?"

Rexxar stared at the legendary hunter in front of him and said in a low orcish voice:

"Harasa sensed its kind, but I didn't see any beasts following."

"Talk later."

Nari stepped forward to open the temporary tent, but the next second she saw Ms. Draka walking out of it with a helpless look on her face.

The two of them met, and the orc heroine raised her eyebrows, looked at Nari's eyes and long hair style, and said:

"Are you Archbishop Nellie?"

"you know me?"

The Archbishop looked at Draenei Hunter. As the leader of the Draenei Hunters, she obviously knew the heroine Draenei, so she asked:
"How come I didn't know I had the honor of being recognized by the orc heroine 'Frostwolf Matron'?"

"I saw your magical image in the Holy Light Scroll carried by Saint Diakum. He used the crystal stone that recorded your appearance as a bookmark."

Draka moved aside, revealing the miserable state of the patients in the tent, and said:
"You're here to find her, right? This warrior single-handedly slaughtered at least forty Dragonmaw Demonblood Orcs and five demonized two-headed dragons in the fire, including the Dragonmaw Clan's High Warlord, Tom Golus Skybreaker.

If Rexxar hadn't accidentally heard the cries of her spirit dragon companion, we wouldn't have been able to save her in time.

But as you can see, your warrior subordinate was also seriously injured after this glorious one-on-many kill. Her whole body was covered with severe burns and puncture wounds from sharp blades.

We didn't have a shaman with us, so we could only heal her with the potion Lelan gave us.

The good news is, she's stabilized, you can see for yourself."

The heroine shook her head.

As an orthodox orc, she obviously admired Yura's bravery.

"By the Light, Jura, look what your recklessness has done to you!"

Yura's miserable condition made Nali cry on the spot.

However, the Archbishop made a decision after all. She checked on Eula, who was almost burned into an "African Draenei", but she breathed a sigh of relief after the inspection.

The injury was indeed serious, but Tuurem had the Great Prophet and his saint mistress. According to Diakum, as long as the patient didn't die on the spot, he, as the Archon of Light, could save him. Most importantly, although Velen's heroic profession was most likely the rather mystical "Oracle", Velen's attainments in healing were much more proficient than Diakum, who could "change black and white" at will.

She stood up and said to the orcs around her:

"I must take her back to Tuurem immediately. She needs immediate medical attention. But you are marching in this direction, toward Talador?"

"Yes, Old White Claw and I persuaded the Mok'Nathal clan to join the Alliance of K'ure. The stubborn Leorox was unwilling to directly participate in the war between the Draenei and the orcs, so he chose to take his people and follow Old White Claw to Frostfire Ridge."

Draka explained:

"They will try to retake Thunder Pass from there and join forces with my people to attack the Thunderlord clan. Rexxar and I will take the young Mok'Nathal who are willing to follow him to Talador to support Shattrath City.

We know that the War Horde has attacked you, and Old White Claw and I believe that now is the time to fulfill the Pact of Ukre.

Even if the reinforcements are small, it will show the Draenei the orcs' sincerity."

"thank you."

The situation was urgent and Nellie could not express her gratitude any more.

She picked up the seriously injured Yura and said to Draka and the silent Rexxar:
"You can't risk entering Talador head-on. The Dragonmaw Clan's air cavalry has blocked the airspace there. Take the more remote Oruna coastline! We have an outpost there. Remember to send someone to deliver the emblem of the Alliance of K'ure in advance."

"But if there's a blockade, you alone won't be able to escort this warrior back to your territory in time."

Rexxar bit the dried meat and said in a low voice:
"I will escort you there. I am confident that my people will be led by Lady Draka. This warrior's bravery and honor are worth taking another risk for her."

"But I don't have a vehicle that can carry you. You're too big."

Naili thanked the other party for his kindness. With such a powerful hunter escorting her, she would indeed be able to rescue Yura faster. Faced with her regret, Rexxar forced a stiff smile, and the young people of Mok'Natha beside him also laughed strangely.

The tall orc escorted Nari and Yura out of the cave and then whistled.

A moment later, under Nari's surprised gaze, a huge two-headed dragon flapped its wings and flew around in the air several times, finally landing next to Rexxar, but more importantly, this two-headed dragon clearly had the emblem of the Dragonmaw Clan on its body.

"Isn't this your war beast companion? How can you still call it? It has obviously been trained and it can't even distinguish its own master."

Nari is also a hunter, and she was shocked by this "NTR skill".

As she flew up with Yura, she asked softly:
"Can you ignore the Wilderness Contract and freely recruit nearby beasts? This flying dragon is definitely the leader of the beast pack."

"It has lost its master, and the loyal beast is reluctant to leave."

Rexxar whispered:

"It was that warrior who killed its master, but this was actually a good thing for it. Just look at the whip marks on its body and you'll know that the warlord, Tang Gaolusi Shattered Sky, didn't care about the spirit and will of his war beasts at all. He treated them as slaves!
I saved her because this warrior freed a tenacious and noble life."

The silent orc had no ability to explain himself.

Naili didn't ask any more questions. She knew very well that every legend had his or her own "special skills", including hers. It would be impolite to ask about these things casually.

As the two of them crossed the mountains of Gorgrond and entered the airspace of Talador, Nari whispered:

"I heard that the Mok'Nathal people were very united, and that the 'Hunting Pack' you call yourself would only have one leader. But now, your hunting pack has split into two directions and is acting separately. Why?"

"I disobeyed my father, and my recklessness dragged innocent people into the vortex of war."

Rexxar sighed and said:

"I was expelled, and it was right. But these people recognized me and were willing to follow me. I must also shoulder the responsibility of being the leader of the new hunting group and lead them to find a way to survive in this strange world.

As for why I followed Lady Draka to Shattrath City
The fel energy used by the warring tribes has polluted the land of Gorgrond. The beasts in the Blackrock clan's territory are terrified. They tell me that the abominable demon blood is killing the world.

I am a Mok'Nathal, and I fight only for my people and my homeland.

Now that my home is threatened, I can't find any reason to retreat!

The Alliance of K'ure may be the only force in this world capable of defeating the Demonblood Orcs. I would like to visit you and see if my hunting group can hunt with you."

"We welcome all warriors who dare to fight against the devil!"

Nari said in a deep voice:
"Welcome to the Alliance of K'ure, Lord Rexxar."

"Ok?"

Rexxar looked at Nari in surprise, then shook his head and said:
"No! I haven't confirmed that your alpha is strong enough. Mok'Nathal's hunting pack won't follow an alpha weaker than itself, even if it's just for a temporary hunting partnership. That's why I'm going to Tuurem. I must see your hunting pack and alpha with my own eyes."

"Okay, I think I know why you can recruit beasts so easily."

Nellie sighed and said:
"We've seen similar people in other worlds. You're a natural-born 'Beast Speaker,' a good candidate for a druid. Unfortunately, like other Beast Speakers, you have serious mental issues. Even your self-perception follows the laws of the wilderness.

But this is not a big problem. Sometimes it is much easier to live like a beast.

As for our 'head beast'.
You will see him soon.”

About an hour later, Naili, who was traveling through the air at the highest speed, finally arrived in Tuurem.

This journey was extremely dangerous. If it weren't for Rexxar's escort, they would have been blocked by the Dragonmaw Clan's air cavalry.

Yura was still unconscious at this time. After Nari landed, she didn't even have time to introduce Rexxar to the others. She shouted to the guards in front of her:

"Where's Dick? Where's the Sentinel? Get him to come and rescue them!"

"what happened?"

Having already prepared for the long journey to the Spires of Arak, Diakum quickly rushed out. However, upon seeing the "African Draenei" in Nari's arms, Dick sighed and said:
"Is this Yura? Oh, I knew her bellicosity would put her in danger one day. But it doesn't matter. Since she's not dead yet, she can still be saved. It's a good thing you're all here. Come with me on a mission later."

The Sentinel waved his hand and used Holy Hands combined with the powerful healing of Holy Word: Life. The effect was immediate, causing the unconscious Yura to cough twice, but he did not open his eyes yet.

"Send her inside. I'll need to spend some time healing her so she can regain her mobility tomorrow morning. You should also go and prepare."

Diakum took Yura from Nellie and instructed the Archbishop:

"Verann's son was kidnapped by the Crowmen, and they were so bold as to send a ransom letter to this old man. It's only logical that I have to go to the Spires of Arak, and I can finish what I haven't done before.

This time we need your tracking ability to find the great power hidden in the shadows of the peaks and forests."

"Ah."

Nellie nodded. She would never refuse such a serious matter.

But when she was about to introduce the silent Rexxar to Dick, the Vigilante spoke to Rexxar before she could. "You've been observing me, big man, but not with hostility, but with scrutiny. According to Mok'Natha custom, you were supposed to be testing my qualifications to hunt with you. So, I'm curious, what is your conclusion?"

"very dangerous."

Rexxar said frankly:

"The last time I felt the same danger in the wilds of Gorgrond was when I encountered Grom Hellscream, but I know you are stronger than him! Not just because of strength.

You are the leader of the pack, while Grom prefers hunting. This allows you, who appear gentle, to unleash greater destructive power than him, especially when protecting the pack.

you're good!

Aldmeri of the Draenei, it is an honor to hunt with you."

"Then I'll be polite, Rexxar of Clan Mok'Nathal."

Diakum pointed to the south and said:
"Come with me to the Spires of Arak. It is definitely worth a visit for a hunter like you, and I assure you that we are not here to disrupt the order of nature and the wilderness.

On the contrary, we are here to restore order to the wilds of Draenor, which is falling into chaos, and this is also part of protecting your herd.

I believe that you will become the bravest and most powerful beast leader in this world.

Just like you evaluated me.

So, I'm honored to hunt with you."

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"Oh, you have no idea how exaggerated I was when I was fighting those orcs alone! I didn't know if I could survive, so I could only keep fighting. I don't know how many orcs I killed, but I knew I couldn't stop.

Really.

I almost lost myself in my own despair, but it was my loyalty to my people and my passionate desire to devote myself to them that gave me the strength to persevere. After all, this is what you have always taught us, and you did this in the Argus era.

I have always believed that if it weren't for your support and guidance, I might still be in an Eredar clan, working with Malas to cheat and defraud people. Of course, there is nothing wrong with being a cheating black market dealer, but becoming the 'Ranger General' of the Draenei clan is obviously a brighter future for me.

Well, speaking of this, I have to praise Saint Diakum's amazing ability to choose words and sentences. How did he come up with the idea of combining the words "Ranger" and "General"? I think this is really the most suitable position for me."

The familiar tone of the chatterbox's voice echoed on the saddle of the Spirit Dragon, making Archbishop Naili, who was listening to her chattering, look helpless. Even the ugly and cute face of the Spirit Dragon "Shining" who was carrying this noisy guy showed a human-like expression of disgust.

Naili found that she and Diakum were only busy rescuing the brave Yura, but ignored the "pressure" that the people around him would have to bear after bringing this guy back to the human world.

"I don't know if it's an illusion, but why do I feel like you've become even more annoying after your achievements this time? I know you were brave before, and I admit you're the pride of the Rangers. I'd love to personally pin the 'Ranger General' badge on your armor, but now..."
Can you leave me alone for a moment?

Yura, please."

Seeing that Yura drank some water and was about to continue talking, Nali grabbed a piece of meat-filled bread and quickly stuffed it into her mouth, stopping her from chattering.

The story of her desperate battle with the orcs in the burning forest was interesting the first time I heard it, and I could catch the details the second time, but after listening to it six or seven times, even the most patient person would go crazy.

What's more, this guy really doesn't know how to keep a low profile!
On the way to the Spires of Arak, he kept on bragging about himself, just like he was flattering himself.

A new recruit like Yrel might be intimidated by her, but Archbishop Nairi had seen a lot in her 20,000 years of exile. It was just a fight that killed a few dozen demon-blooded orcs. What's there to be proud of, you stupid ranger?

As for why Yura, who had just been rescued and was still injured, was not resting in Tuurem, but was sitting on Nari's spirit dragon and traveling with her, well, isn't this nonsense?
If they delayed any longer, Velen's poor, large child would be turned into a draenei steak on the grill.

In addition, after the Eredas were kidnapped by the Crowmen, "Uncle" Maraad seemed to have disappeared and there was no news. This made Diak'um a little worried. Coupled with the "weirdness" of the Arak Peaks, he brought two hunters with him.

The two old partners, Yrel and Nobundo, were originally going to stay in Tuurem to participate in the battle, but they took the initiative to propose to serve as Diakum's "left and right protectors" to rescue their friends. Garona, a new member of the Saint's recruit team, had also set off for the Arak Peaks early last night under Dick's arrangement and lurked near the Skyreach Peak to prepare for the rescue.

In addition to the above, there is a unique "temporary companion" in the team.

"Are you not used to living in a town? You could have rested in an inn in Tuurem last night, but my garrison commander told me that you spent the night in the river with those dangerous freshwater beasts.

They were shocked to discover that the dangerous leader of the freshwater beasts had personally carried you to shore in the early morning hours."

The Sentinel, riding on the Holy Warhorse in the form of a two-headed flying dragon, whispered:

"It seems we all underestimated your ability as the 'pack leader' to control and master the beasts. But I noticed that you've been very alert since entering the peak forest. Have you sensed the power that exists here?
I mean those hidden 'things'."

"Well, they are here, they are watching us, one pair of... no, several pairs of eyes in the dark.

But dangerous.
No, they are just curious now, not dangerous at all!
The Spires of Arak is indeed the most mysterious wilderness on the continent of Draenor. My people have never set foot here."

The silent half-orc Rexxar wore a marching cloak given by the Draenei, which wrapped himself up, revealing only a pair of sharp gray eyes. He rode the two-headed dragon that had lost its owner as a temporary vehicle, observing the situation on the ground while speaking in a hoarse voice:
"As for your sentiment just now, it's true that I prefer the wilderness to the city, but I don't control the beasts. I simply communicate with them as equals and share hunting experiences.

Beasts are often more generous than humans, especially when there is no dispute over food between you and them. They are happy to share with you. No beast is anyone's servant, just like the war beasts in the Mok'nasa clan are our family.

Just like me and my dire wolf companion, Halassa.

It protected me when I was a child.

Now I am its wolf king, and I hunt with it."

"What a strange tradition, perhaps it comes from your innate keen sense of nature. The orcs say you are a hybrid of ogres and orcs, but I have been to Highmaul before and learned the secret about you from Lord Mar'gok.

I know that you are indeed mixed-race, but you are not naturally born.

This would also explain the source of your unique power."

Dick was not afraid of angering Rexxar, he said directly:
"With such a bizarre background, it's no wonder you're not close to other clans. I even feel like you trust your beast companions more than humans. Perhaps in your hearts, you don't even consider yourselves orcs?"

"We are Mok'Natha."

Rexxar shook his head and said:
"Neither orcs nor ogres, we are Mok'Nathal and only Mok'Nathal.

As for the history of the Mok'Nathal clan you mentioned, honestly, I don't care. My father and his generation considered it a shame and didn't want to discuss it. Personally, I'm more concerned with my present and where I'm going than where I came from.

So, you don’t have to try.

I don't have much animosity towards ogres; I see those big guys as no different than anyone else."

"Good answer. I think you and my Sword Saint friend Lantresor will definitely have something in common."

The Sentinel smiled and said:

"But you have been forced to integrate into a strange world. You must find your precise position in this world. Rexxar, I don't mean to pry into your heart, but I can sense that as the leader of the beasts, you are a little confused.

You know that you have to fight against the Demon-Blooded Orcs and defend your hometown and people, but you can't find a more personal reason to convince yourself to devote all your enthusiasm and energy to this cause. To you, this is more like the instinctive behavior of a beast defending its territory.

So you want to observe the Alliance of K'ure to help strengthen your resolve to fight, correct?"

Rexxar was silent.

After a moment, he nodded, glanced at Diakam warily, and said:
"I don't like others looking so deep into my mind, but you didn't use any magic. It's amazing. You can see through people's hearts?"

"I can't. I'm just a pastor. Maybe I've seen similar situations before, so I have experience."

Diakum said seriously:

"It's also taboo for me to peer into other people's minds. I have no intention of guiding you to follow our ideals. I only offer you advice. Perhaps instead of observing mortals, you should try to listen to the voice of the world.

Others cannot do it, even shamans find it difficult to distinguish the difference between the world and the elements, but you are a natural beast speaker, and your perception of nature and the world is clearer than others.

I'm convinced that Draenor has a will of its own, and I doubt you've ever heard one."

"Deep within Gorgrond."

Rexxar whispered:

"There is indeed a voice calling me there, but the forest elves are guarding that place. They don't allow others to approach their holy place. If this world has a beating heart, then it must be there!"

"Do you want to go there?"

Diakum asked:
"If the forging of the world artifact of the Alliance of K'ure goes smoothly, I may go there soon and pray that Draenor will bestow his most original and powerful power upon his children.

If you want, you can go with me then.

But I want to warn you, it's very dangerous there. The power there is beyond our imagination. If we're not careful, you and I will both be buried there."

"I want to go! I must go!"

Rexxar didn't hesitate at all. He nodded and said:

"As you said, the Mok'Nathal hunting pack needs to find its place in this world. Perhaps listening to the pulse of the world's heart can help me find the answer, but for now, I must focus on this hunt.

This peak forest is very strange. I can feel that the environment here is warning me. It reminds me to be careful of those winged crow men and the shadows under every tree.

There's something beyond reality here, no wonder even ogres are reluctant to set foot here."

"We're here for this. Don't worry, Rexxar. The shadows don't always hide danger; they also hold opportunities. So, tracking the missing person is now entrusted to you. Your sensitivity to nature will help us find him faster."

Frankly, I'm now worried that Maraad has run into some trouble he can't handle on his own.

We have to find him as soon as possible."

Diak'um handed Rexxar the portrait of Maraad and some of his belongings, asking the good hunter to help find the trail. The simple big man Mok'Nathal came for this purpose. He had no complaints and drove his temporary vehicle down to the ground crow's nest hidden in the dark forest below.

"Rexxar is tracking near Veil Skettis. He may send news soon, but it's difficult to find the complete clues from just this one place."

Dick rode his sacred warhorse closer to the others and said,

"Naili and Yura searched in Veil Akraz and the nearby swamps. There are some neutral arakkoa scroll sages who have established several Raven Claw camps nearby. They are the only group of arakkoa in Aklan Peaks who are willing to communicate with the outside world.

Leilan also has a Crowman friend here named 'Reshad', who is said to be one of the leaders of the Crow Claw priests and the scroll-hiding people, and a real 'local tyrant'.

Go find it, explain the situation, and ask for help."

The Vigilant Assignment says:

"Nubundo went to meet up with Garona, who had arrived earlier. She was near Skyreach and planned to sneak into the city of the high-ranking arakkoa to search for Eredars and see if she could risk rescuing him. Your elemental power could be of great help.

Finally, Yrel and I had to travel east to Spires of Arak.

Go check out the area around the infamous 'Cursed Pool'. I strongly suspect Maraad was lured there by the dark forces there. Everyone has Arkonite crystals for communication, so remember to report your situation promptly."

The others responded, and Naili even gave a few specific instructions to the Sentinels not to burn their holy power unless necessary. She was really worried about Diakum's mental state, although she didn't know that in order to resist the divine assimilation of light, Diakum had entered the darkness for quiet self-reflection.

Even though the saint has always been strong-minded, Nari's advice still made his heart full of warmth. Even the powerful warrior of light had to admit that the feeling of being cared for was quite good.

Well, maybe this is love?

Watching everyone go away, Dick prayed in his heart for the Holy Light to bless his friends. Then, he sat on his mount and looked at the endless dark forest in front of him and the huge stone pillars standing high in the sky in the distance.

The tops of those stone pillars were shining with light, like little suns gathering together. On the top of the largest stone pillar, there was an exaggerated sky city, which looked like a huge golden bird's nest shrouded in dazzling light.

The city has its own architectural style, and in Diakum's opinion, it even has a sense of "future" and "isolation".

That is the country of the Crow People.

Tongtian Peak.

That is also one of the destinations of the Sentinel.

Diakum had a feeling that the two new recruits, Eredas and Maraad, were very likely to have encountered the attention of the two "extreme forces" of the Arak Spires at the same time.

It is hard to say whether it is a good thing or a bad thing at the moment, but what is certain is that these two guys are also troublemakers.

Even if ordinary people stay in this kingdom of wings for ten or a hundred years, they will not be lucky enough to encounter one of them. But now, the two symbols of light and darkness in this forest have been activated at the same time.

To those who believe in prophecies and symbols, this may be a sign of something.

(End of this chapter)