Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 150:49. Shocked! The reason why the Sentinels helped Draenor was...
"Take back the Red Scourge's plague spores! Stop wasting ancient sacred power and use the might your ancestors left you for something useful!"

Diakum scolded:
"No one understands who this world's enemies are better than you, the forest elves. Right now, we have to fight the demons. It's fine if you don't help, but how can you continue to weaken this world?"

The old forest spirit didn't want to answer this stupid question.

It believed that this "foreign monk" who was full of holy light principles could not understand what was happening in the world of Draenor, but the problem was that it could ignore what Diakum said, but it could not help but treat the "physics" in the hands of the Sentinel with care.

The echo of the void has spread across the Twilight Hammer, and its terrifying corrosiveness is the enemy of all things in the world.

If the ancient and powerful spore community still has self-awareness, then this weapon alone will not be able to corrode this original magnificent life. The problem is that the three life ancestors would have died long ago!
They have fallen for countless years, and all that remains in Evergrove are the echoes of their legacy, which is not enough to resist the corrosion spread by the Lightless Sea. Once Evergrove is corroded, other life forms may be able to survive for a while, but all the forest elves in the world will definitely die tonight.

"Put it down! Calm down!"

The old forest spirit's voice transformed into a spiritual rebuke that echoed in Diakum's mind. It was a spiritual communication achieved through the swallowed seed.

It raised its hand, this cold forest spirit that had once presided over the destruction of civilization tried to appease the angry vigilant.

it says:

"I understand your anger, and we can sit down and talk about your resentment. First, put down the dangerous thing in your hand! Draenei, any mistake you make could lead to a world-class destruction of life.

I don't think your Holy Light taught you this."

It got scared.

Not only did its attitude soften, but even its voice carried a hint of weakness due to the need to protect the ancient object.

At this moment, Diakum, who was acting like an angry King Kong, suddenly felt a "dark realization" in his heart. Sure enough, as long as you are extreme enough, then other extremists will all be "moderates."

Of course, he couldn't infuse the pollution of the Void into Draenor's Heart of Life here. If he did that, he would probably be expelled from the Realm of Holy Light in an instant. Although the Void would certainly reward him highly for corrupting a world with his own hands, the Void Lords who were very capable would also welcome him to join the big family of the Sunless Sea with fanfare.

But how to say it?

Diakum has no intention of changing teams at the moment, and Holy Light treats him very well.

The problem is that when it comes to matters concerning their lives and property, the forest spirits really don't dare to gamble.

"So, what about the 'Red Scourge'?"

Dick looked at the old forest spirit in front of him, who shook his head and said:

"Degenerate spores can be cured by the Blessing of Life, but the spores you are suffering from now are contaminated. We have learned this from the information sent back by plants in various places.

Fel energy has twisted the minions of life, making them beyond our control. That "demon plague" requires special methods to resist. We do not want to see the power of supreme life abused by demons and their minions. However, we must have external assistance to eliminate this unplanned epidemic.
Holy light!

The Holy Light you are waiting for can suppress and purify the fel energy. Perhaps the combination of the two can make the plague subside."

"Then act immediately!"

Diakham said:
"Let's eliminate it now, or at least curb it."

"Let us state in advance that this is not a concession by the Life Race!"

The old forest spirit said in a cold tone:
“Although we can no longer devour the world like our great ancestors, and although we are growing weaker with the passage of time, the prosperity of the descendants of the giants is built on the continuous squeezing and slaughter of plant communities.

Can't you hear the earth of this world groaning as the orcs trample on it?
I don't expect you flesh-and-blood creatures to understand the pain of the world, but the spread of plague spores can effectively curb the growth of orcs, so that the world they have destroyed can breathe.

Just as we destroyed the Arakkoa's golden kingdom.

It is because they wantonly draw down the fire of the sun to burn the surface of the earth, just to build those blasphemous golden cities.

Just as we secretly assisted the orcs in defeating the Gorian ogres.

Their kingdom collapsed and their civilization fell into decline because they abused the magic of the invading Titans and wanted to transform Draenor into the paradise they imagined.

The world has its own will
It's like you keep saying you want to defend Draenor, but you never ask yourself whether this world needs your protection?
Just the barbaric offspring of invaders.

Do you really think that just because you occupy the earth, the world will truly belong to you?
We will never allow the minions of the Titans to invade this world again, just like you! You carry with you the evil left by the ancient invaders!

Draenei, we believe that the power you serve is not the Titans, but what do you intend to do by bringing the evil of invaders into this sacred place? It is as if you are threatening us with the pollution of the Void!

"Stop trying to shatter the seed within me, Nargar! Before I'm assimilated into a 'pseudo-human,' I'm confident I can turn this place into a den of void darkness."

Dick took back the Twilight Hammer and said:

"As for these rings."

As the old forest elf looked on with disgust and vigilance, Diakum took out the box containing the rings and opened it before the Father of Evermao. Those rings shining with the light of Titan-forged runes looked like the most disgusting dog poop to the forest elf, causing the old forest elf to take a few steps back as if choked by the smell.

The reaction made the Vigilant blink.

You are a dramatic forest spirit!

You don't even have a nose, why is there such a big reaction?

He held the box and said to Nargar:
"Warriors who protect the world need strength. Draenor's current state is shaped by the arcane might of the Titans and the unbridled power of life. These two forces are the driving force that propels the world forward. We have gathered the Titans' arcane power and crafted it into a proto-embryon. Now, we only need the Heart of Draenor's Life to resonate with these rings to bestow the power of the world upon our brave warriors."

"Can't!"

The old forest spirit crossed his arms and said sternly:
"The ancient beings hate the Titan invaders. If possible, we will not even spare the orcs and ogres! How can we merge our great power with the evil power of the invaders? You are simply dreaming!"

"It's not up to you to decide whether it works or not, Nargar! You are merely a 'lesser guardian' born from the mighty power of life after the deaths of the three original life-bearers. You are the leader of the forest elves, the driver of the proto-thorn beasts, and their demigod, but you do not represent the Heart of Life in Draenor!
It's still beating, it has a will of its own."

Diakum placed the box on the stone in front of him and said:
"For such a major event that will determine the future of the world, shouldn't we invite the ultimate will of the Evergrowing Forest to appear and let it make the final decision?
Don't try to fool me. As the temporary spokesperson for the Argus Star Soul, when I first awakened the ancient artifact in the Holy Land of Auchindoun, I clearly sensed a great ancient will drawn in to watch that scene.

I know that's the living heart of Draenor!

That’s what I’m here for.”

He looked at the old forest spirit, and his tone softened again as he said:
"In addition, I would like to invite you and the forest elves of this world to join the K'ure Alliance. If you proudly call yourselves the ancient guardians of this world, then you should use your long experience to help us, the anti-magic warriors.

You may not trust flesh-and-blood beings like us, and that's fine. I don't expect plants to have the same mental empathy as flesh-and-blood creatures.

But there is one thing you can’t deny!

The evil energy is killing the world. Whether you like it or not, you must fight the devil to the end. We have a common enemy.

Perhaps in the distant future, the wheel of hatred between the forest elves and the Titan creations will continue to spin, but at least before repelling the demons, both sides can trust each other and fight the enemy together."

He pointed to the ring in the box that was specially decorated with grass-green crystals and said to the father of the forest elves in front of him:
"This ring was created specifically to heal the world!
It embodies the healing part of the Titan's divine power. If you can resonate with the Heart of Life, you can use it to heal the land that you think has been trampled and destroyed by Crowmen, Ogres, and Orcs.

You would inlay the Sun Diamond of the Arakkoa Empire that you destroyed into your staff. That is your contribution to the world. Why would you refuse the remains left behind by the defeated Titan invaders?

Don’t you consider these divine runes extracted from Grond as spoils of war obtained by your great ancestors when they defeated the invaders?

Isn't it a sign of self-deed that a warrior uses the remains of his enemies to make trophies?

Faced with Diakum's persuasion, the old forest spirit remained silent.

Although a "herbal life" like it is endowed with intelligence, it does not even have a brain, so it is really difficult for it to follow the description of the sentinel on a mental level.

This is also a characteristic of plant life.

They are tough, strong, unyielding and stubborn. The war that took place at the beginning of the world is still remembered by these forest elves. Even though the ogres and orcs have no idea where they were truly born and have no idea of the connection between them and the Titans, the forest elves still regard these "children of the Titans" as enemies that must be dealt with.

Even though they themselves are constantly weakening, the forest elves, guided by ancient hatred, still quietly created such outrageous things as the "Red Scourge" to curb the development of their enemies. However, the "Red Scourge" cannot infect the strong ogres who have inherited the Titan arcane, which proves that the forest elves' control over vitality is actually no longer as good as their invincible ancestors.

This shows how vengeful the forest elves are.

But if they can hold grudges like this, it means that once they form an alliance with the forest elves and the two sides develop a friendship, these plant lives that are more stubborn than stone will remember the "friendship" until the day the world is destroyed.

Finally, under Diak'um's expectant gaze, the old forest spirit shook its head and said:

"I cannot answer you, though what you say is indeed quite reasonable. Even if the K'ure Alliance were defeated and fled, we forest elves would fight the demons to the bitter end. Even if only one vine remained, we would try to strangle it.

Maybe we can work together.

But as you said, such matters cannot be decided by servants like me. If you intend to meet the Heart of Life of the World, then be prepared.

You persuaded me to wait, Draenei Saint, and I will give you a chance to see it later, but..."

Nargal hesitated.

The old father of the forest spirits whispered:
"The ancient ancestors hated the Titan invaders. This hatred of the world is absolutely not something that ordinary people can resist. You may be assimilated into one of us the moment you meet us. Even if you survive the erosion of the world's hatred, when you express your hope that the Heart of the World will bless these Titan evil creatures, you will most likely be crushed and devoured by it.

That was the chaotic hatred at the beginning of creation.

It is not guided by wisdom and makes little sense.”

"It's ok."

Diakum touched the Heart of Argus ring and said:
"The Supreme Lord I serve will protect me. I am merely His messenger. This is a conversation between two 'great men,' and you and I are mere spectators. But when I meet the Heart of Life, can you fulfill your promise?

My people are suffering, and if you do not wish to see the great power of life twisted by demons into a plague of corruption, then you must cleanse it yourself."

"I'll go check it out later."

Nargal waved his hand, calling forth a vine from the Primordial Pool of Life where he was, and made a gesture of "please" to Diakmu, saying:
"If you unfortunately die in this audience, we will also inform your fellow tribesmen of your death. Speaking of which, we have been observing you blue-skinned people since you landed in this world.

You value the environment much more seriously than orcs, ogres, and arakkoa.

Although you have built cities, you have not destroyed more nature for your own survival needs, nor have you demanded more from nature because of your insatiable desires.

You are 'friends of nature,' draenei.

This is why we are willing to help. There are not many people in this world who are as reasonable as you."

"Thank you for your compliment." Diakum took off his gauntlet and touched the vines before him with his hand, which bore the Heart of Argus. He said:
"You wholeheartedly protect the environment and nature, yet generously allow other lives to obtain what they need from nature. When you encounter those who wantonly destroy nature, you should also respond with wrath. Even more remarkable is that you do this sincerely without any other motive, viewing it as the moral obligation and belief of your existence.

You are the real 'environmentalists'!
Father Yongmao, I believe we can become trustworthy comrades-in-arms, and I also believe that we can work together perfectly on the battlefield against demons."

"Oh, of course. If anyone dares to cut down our trees, we'll chop off their heads. It's the law of nature."

Nalegar was very satisfied with Diakum's evaluation.

They even seemed a little happy and proud. This was obviously the first time that outsiders had evaluated them so fairly.

After all, in the mouths of ogres and orcs in the past, the forest elves were a group of damn evil bastards and completely unreasonable murderers.

Those fools simply cannot understand the great responsibilities that the forest elves shoulder, nor can they understand the importance of the forest elves' existence to the world.

The Sentinel did not respond. The moment he touched the vine, his consciousness was pulled out of his body by a force hidden underground. It was the call of Draenor's Heart of Life. But as Dick said, the Argus Star Soul he carried on his back also went with him.

Although Xinghun is now in a bad state, he cannot allow his children to be bullied by arrogant outsiders.

The old forest elf could have taken the opportunity to launch a sneak attack on the powerful Holy Light Walker, but it chose not to. Instead, it stared at the rings placed on the stone next to Diakum, and even reached out to touch the artifact specially made for the forest elf.

It's not because of greedy desires, the forest elves don't have such worldly desires.

Nargarh was simply out of a sense of "urgency".

Each one knows his own business. The inheritance of life force in the world of Draenor is already very weak, the number of forest elves is also decreasing, and the continued weakening of the Evergrove is an unchangeable fact.

Whether the forest elves like it or not, the prosperity of the "Children of Titan" has become a sign of the future.

They must find a new holy land before the Evergrove Forest completely withers. Only in this way can they ensure that life clans such as forest elves, magic pod people and spore people continue to survive in this world for a long time, continue to maintain nature, and continue to protect the environment.

But the forest elves lack the means to interfere with the evolution of the world.

The inheritance of that ancient power is both a blessing and a shackle. As long as the Heart of Life's hatred for this world does not dissipate, the forest elves will not be able to live in harmony with other races.

They are also difficult.

Therefore, the arrival of this Draenei saint might be a godsend. If he could truly convince the Heart of Life to let go of its hatred, the forest elves and other clans would also benefit from it. And this ring overflowing with life and healing power could indeed become a means for the forest elves to heal the world, as Diakum said.

When it comes to protecting the environment, we can't just rely on the knife in our hands.
But that being said, as the father of the forest elves born from the mighty power of life, it was powerless to interfere with the will of the Heart of Life and could only pray that Diakum could successfully complete this conversation.

It did not bother the sentinel any further, but walked out into the depths of the woods.

It walked on the green land, and with every step it took, colorful flowers bloomed under its feet. The surrounding trees and plants were greeting it. This was the privilege of the "King of Plants". Soon, it arrived at another part of the woods surrounded by vitality and natural breath. It stood under the ancient tree and looked at the orc Rexxar who was feeling the nature by the river in front of it.

"Great Father of Yongmao, old tree, I salute you."

The powerful ancient war tree "Deadwood" shaped an abstract and hideous face on its trunk and whispered:
"This is the child who once heard your call. You once tried to guide him to become a bridge of communication between the forest elves and the Mok'Nathal. But the old tree doesn't understand. He clearly heard your call, so why did you abandon that plan?"

Nalegar did not answer.

After several seconds, it shook its head and said:

"He's a good hunter, and that allows him to be one with nature, but he must have a higher purpose to blend in with nature. That was a weak attempt on my part, but now we may have a better option.

dead tree
As powerful as you are, would you be afraid when facing a demon of evil energy?"

"Hehehe"

The ancient war tree let out a deep laugh and said:
"The old trees will strangle them, trample them, bury them, and then devour them. They are just demons. Can they be stronger than the Magnaron?

The Magnaron and their ancestors could not destroy us. Father Evergrown, let the demons come. The descendants of the original ancestor of life will teach them not to travel through our forests.

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The Argus Star Soul enveloped Diakum's will with its brilliant beam of light.

Although Dick was currently carrying only more than 30,000 nodes composed of fragments of the star soul will, which could not be called a complete "planetary will" at all, such a thing of supreme power could never be simply judged by quantity. Its power came from its own unique existence rather than pure strength.

But the fact that Xinghun was so cautious and proactive in protecting his followers at this moment meant that the wild hearts before them were indeed beyond the limits of what Diakum could deal with at this stage.

After all, it is the source of power for an entire world. In its heyday, even the defender Aggramar had to take it seriously. Although the Titan did not do it himself when he passed by Draenor, it was probably because he was afraid that his great power would accidentally shatter this fragile world. Therefore, he could only create an elemental stone man to help him "fight on his behalf."

Being too strong is indeed a problem, just like dealing with a group of crawling flies, a fly swatter is always more effective than a 155 howitzer.

"Ever since you 'moved' onto my spirit, you've been very silent. No matter what happens, you never say a word. But I know that you've actually been observing this world through my eyes, and you're also interested in what's happening in the starry sea.

Why not give a sharp review once in a while? "

In this supernatural realm before him, connected to the heart of Draenor's wild life and filled with green light, Dick whispered:
"Actually, I'm also curious about what form all things take in the eyes of the Star Soul. After all, I'm your spokesperson, and some interaction between us would help me better understand my responsibilities."

"Use your heart! It's dangerous. Hate is extreme and needs help. Holy light interferes with communication."

Xinghun scolded in a neither light nor heavy voice.

He has gained wisdom after witnessing the lives of countless Eredar people. He usually doesn't speak because the things Diakum is dealing with now are not worthy of his attention.
Do you need your extremely busy parents to express their opinions if you step on an ant nest?

He did not speak because there was no need to speak.

When the critical moment comes, Argus will show his divine power.

For example, now that his spokesperson is going to meet with the will of another planet, shouldn’t he take time out of his busy schedule to show up at such a formal occasion?

Moreover, as Diakum walked further and further into the Holy Light, the Force powers bestowed upon him were indeed interfering with Star Soul's observation of the Sentinels. He was helpless about this. He couldn't blame the Holy Light for loving its children too much, could he?
Shouldn't any parent be happy that their child is so beloved by the Force?

"So, you also think I've gone too far in the Holy Light?"

Dick got the answer from Star Soul. He was silent for a moment and whispered:
"If you still have the strength, you might as well give some help to that shameful old crow that has been following us stealthily. It seems that it can no longer hold on.

It's really hard for a weak demigod to come to see his angry 'ancestor', but he's willing to risk being torn to pieces just to confirm his beloved's current situation. This shows that his loyal love is indeed worthy of your blessing."

Xinghun said nothing, but casually released a wisp of satin-like blue light that fell on the mind of old Ansu behind him, making the Midnight Crow God, who was under so much pressure that he was about to explode on the spot, feel relieved instantly.

It also gave it a clearer understanding of what Diakum carried.

Quack, it’s a good thing that I didn’t choose to be stubborn when I had a conflict with the sentinel before, otherwise, with the exaggerated degree of this supreme power, if it glared at me, I would probably explode on the spot?
The Vigilant had said before that in the war of "Force Conflict", demigods like himself were just high-level cannon fodder. Now it seems that he was right. The wild heart in front of him, which had been weakening for more than 100,000 years, was far beyond the power of a demigod. Such a great power was as heavy as an entire world.

They eventually saw it.

There is no entity, only a most primitive spore community, not even as clear as a forest.

A variety of primitive plants gathered here like a hodgepodge, but those plants formed a real beating heart in their constant growth and withering, embellished with all the flowers that had appeared in the world but had become extinct.

Its roots penetrate the earth and extend to every corner of the world.

Every storm is its breath, every landslide is its roar, and every tsunami is its cry.

It is closely related to this world, and every living life that is still moving is its continuation. However, it does not love them, but viciously curses the prosperous civilization of this world to destruction.

Because it's not its child
In other words, it was not just its child.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, the power from the Titan invaders interrupted its glorious promotion. It should have made its own voice in the sea of stars with a more noble attitude, but now it can only stay in this ghost place and let itself slowly wither away in time, like a dying old man, full of hatred for the whole world.

It looked at the three visitors in front of it with indifference.

Diakum and Anzu were not worth mentioning; they were just despicable and lowly beings.

But the invisible soul of Argus forced it to temporarily put away all its anger and resentment, and express its respect and grievances to the supreme being that could be born in this starry sea in the most decent manner!
"Quack, is it crying?"

Old Ansu heard the wail of the Wild Heart in a trance, and he said cautiously to Diakum:
"Why is it crying?"

"It was complaining, it was accusing, it was begging the Spirit of Argus to seek justice for it, because it was rudely and brutally strangled in its own cradle by the Titans before it was fully born.

It was powerless to fight against those who wielded the arcane force, and could only swallow its anger when bullied.

However, the Lord whom I serve has the power to speak for it in this tragedy."

Diakum said softly:
"But our homeland has also suffered the same humiliation as this world. It was Aggramar who interrupted Draenor's ascension, and he could still be defeated. We faced Sargeras back then. In the face of such a fel master, who can seek justice for us?"

"No wonder you're so selfless and kind to our world. I used to think it was just because you're a devoted believer in the Holy Light. Now it seems your selfless help is also partly due to 'sympathy'?"

Ansu said in a strange tone:
"But have you ever thought about this? If that passing Titan hadn't interrupted Draenor's original ascension, we wouldn't be where we are today."

"So, it's perfectly reasonable for Draenor's original life force to hate you now. Shut up! The two bosses are talking, and we lackeys have no business speaking here."

Diakum interrupted Ansu's whispers and pointed to the wild heart of life surrounded by dead vines in the supernatural realm ahead. He said:

"Go, touch it with piety and humility, and pray to it. As an individual with a lofty status in the realm of the Force of Life, it is not difficult for it to help you temporarily cross the barrier between life and death and let you see the sight of Ardenweald.

But I still say the same thing.

Don't hold out hope of getting her back anytime soon.

That's unrealistic. The ruler of that dead zone is an out-and-out "little fairy with princess syndrome". She lacks the iron will and sufficient sense of responsibility required of a leader. Because of her slow reaction, the balance between life and death is affected.

Rukhmar was just one of countless victims.

I wish you can find your wife in that holy land of the dead. Go quickly and don’t let her spend this night alone, missing you, an old crow.”

Ps:

It’s time to start the third update. The word count will be adjusted slowly.

(End of this chapter)