Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 56, Chapter 11. Alas, Holy Lance. Charge! [Updated 14/50]

(Added for the "Stacked Armor" brother [4/5])
Falling Moon.

This is a highland hidden in the dense forest in the northwest of Shadowmoon Valley, adjacent to the coastline of Shadowmoon Valley and across the sea from the Tanaan Jungle further north. It is also the largest nest of the giant shadow ravens, a specialty of Draenor, in Shadowmoon Valley.

It is indeed a place with very beautiful scenery, but it is quite desolate.

Apart from some Draenei anglers, few people would risk being attacked by giant ravens and come to this uninhabited place. Even the Shadowmoon Orcs who have lived here for a longer time rarely come here, because they say that there are some "elves" hiding in this dense forest.

Superstitious orcs would not choose to disturb such mysterious and dangerous creatures.

"The elves the orcs are talking about are actually herbaceous creatures unique to Draenor. Although there are no forest elves here, those annoying and noisy podmen still roam here in droves. They use their height and stealth advantages to ambush any outsiders who enter the dense forest.

In addition, there are also activities of elemental forces here.

There's an ancient rock elemental sleeping in a cave just below us, so we'd better be careful not to disturb it."

Dick held Nellie's hand and walked in the dense forest. He was very familiar with the terrain here, just like walking in his own bedroom. He chose the easiest path and took Nellie to climb up the high ground without alerting the ravens in the forest and those annoying magic pod people.

Right on the cliff facing the sea.

When the two looked up, they could see the shining and magnificent sunset over the Tanaan Jungle. The sunset glow like a fiery cloud covered the entire surface of the Zangar Sea in front of them, and the rugged waves carried a hint of primitive natural scenery.

"How about it?"

Dick turned back to Nellie and said:

"Does this scenery remind you of the sunset on the Mac'Aree Coast?"

"Yes, I haven't seen such a quiet and beautiful sunset in many years."

Nari looked at the sunset in the distance covering the sky like a cloak. She let out a long breath, looked at their clasped hands again, and finally looked up at Dick.

she says:

"But I'm even more curious: how do you know all this? You've only just awakened, so why are you so familiar with the world of Draenor?

You were even able to lead me, a ranger who has been in Shadowmoon Valley for many years, to find this remote place. This place should be very unfamiliar to you, but your posture just now was as if you had been to this secret place countless times.

The most important thing is that you just woke up yesterday, but not only do you know the role that Ner'zhul played in the orcs' problems, you even know the existence of the Shadow Council. Do you know how much effort I put in to dig out some information about that warlock group?
Dick, how many secrets are you hiding from me?"

"I told you we won't talk business tonight, but it seems a certain archbishop has gotten used to mixing work and life after more than 20,000 years of exile."

Dick picked some red and green flowers from the ground and wove them in his hands. He sat on a stone and said helplessly:

"Look at what a wonderful environment this is. Can't you just say what you should say in this situation?"

"What do you want me to say? What do you want to hear?"

Nellie scowled.

But the constantly wagging tail betrayed her panic at the moment.

Although she had fought among the stars for twenty-five thousand years, and although she was a renowned legendary hunter, a majestic archbishop, and a figure at the core of power in the Draenei clan, she was an absolute novice in these matters.

It's normal to be nervous.

And most importantly, if Naili behaves very skillfully at this moment, then the one who should be panicking will become Saint Diakum.

"Repeat what you have said outside my coffin for the past 25,000 years."

Dick laughed, pulled Nari's hand to let her sit down, and then naturally put his arm around her waist.

This action stiffened the Legend Ranger's normally flexible body.

"I'm not asking you to go to war, so relax."

The Vigilant Saint glanced at the crooked wreath in his hand. It seemed that his hands were already accustomed to holding weapons and no longer had the talent for crafts. He really couldn't give this thing away as a gift. He could only throw it aside and said helplessly:

"Every muscle in your body tenses. You realize this is a date, right? I owe you one from our last night in Krokuun."

"You don't owe me anything, Dick, and we can't ask you to do more for us."

Nellie sighed and said:
"On the contrary, we have not been able to find a way to wake you up for so many years. They said that they would place your holy coffin in Ambori Village as an inspirational holy relic. I objected, but... Sorry, there was a time when even I lost faith.

I shouldn’t have hidden it from you.”

"I don't want to hear that."

Dick frowned and said:
"I noticed you seem to have become timid. When you were a hundred years old, you were bold enough to ask me out for a walk. Why are you so hesitant now?"

“Because we’ve all changed.”

Nellie shook her head.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, then closed her eyes and lay on Dick's chest. She listened to the heavy heartbeat inside and said:

"Twenty-five thousand years of exile have changed a lot. I once thought I would never change, but it turns out that I overestimated my resilience and underestimated the difficulty of this journey. I thought I was strong enough, but in the face of the test of time, I am just an eternal coward."
Just like the prophecy you made to me, I am afraid of becoming the loser in my destiny, so I can only force myself to keep moving forward."

She paused and looked up at Diakum, who was leaning against the stone.

She looked at the face that was exactly the same as in her memory, reached out and stroked his cheek, as if stroking the past in her memory.

Dick also looked at her, watching the light in Nellie's eyes change little by little, as if the heavy spiritual shell imposed on her by more than 20,000 years of hard journey was gradually peeled away, and finally she found the almost forgotten self in the memories hidden deep in her heart.

Finally, under the gentle gaze of the sentinel, Nari smiled, and she was finally able to face herself and the man in front of her calmly.

she says:

“I missed you so much, Diakam.

Time has not diluted the tacit understanding we built up during the war years as I feared, and the disaster has not made me forget the complex emotions of admiration and closeness. You know, after I received the news of your resurrection, I didn't even have time to tidy up my appearance and rushed here in such a hurry.

That wasn't a rational decision, but... rationality be damned.

I miss you so much
Every day, every night, in every dream, I tell every moon about my hometown and you who seem to stay there forever.

I'm old.

You are still young.”

"That's the wonder of fate. I like mature girls."

Dick reached out and touched Nellie's chin. He admired the face which had not changed much from his memory, and as his fingers moved, he touched the scar on Nellie's neck.

It was the scar torn by the devil that caused Nali to lose her sweet voice, and she could only express her feelings in this hoarse voice.

"come over!"

He called out, causing Archbishop Nari to throw herself at him like a moth to a flame.

Hugging, kissing and comforting each other, the two immortals, whose combined ages exceeded 50,000 years, shared their innermost feelings with each other on this quiet and undisturbed cliff as the sunset in the distance took them.

The outpouring of emotions was a natural and inevitable result. It was not just the mutual attraction between men and women, but also the echo of the desperate war more than 20,000 years ago that changed the fate of all the Eredar people!

The relationship between him and Nellie has long gone beyond the scope of emotions, and their relationship is really complicated.

For short-lived species, such a complicated relationship often hinders further contact between the two.

But the Eredar are immortal!
They have a long enough life to carry more complex emotions. For them, the more complicated the relationship is, the easier it is for them to transcend the simplest and most vulgar desires and become "soul mates" in the true sense.

For these immortal species, what they care about more is often the spiritual connection rather than the short-lived and foolish physical pleasure.

Of course, that's what they say, but the race needs to reproduce, and in order to ensure their own survival, genes will still set up some necessary "reward programs" in the bodies of the immortal species. They rarely become truly emotional, but when their hearts are close, they will also have the same impulses as the short-lived species.

Dick also confirmed once again that the little tail of the Eredar woman is definitely the most wonderful gift in the universe!
This flexible little cutie can not only be used to express moods and emotions, but also as a part of a lady's beauty and demeanor, and can even become a perfect "grab handle" when necessary.

He shares his findings with Nellie.

Unfortunately, Naili was obviously just a beginner in this field and had no more experience to share with him. Although the Vigilant Saint had rich theoretical experience, this body that had been dormant for more than 20,000 years obviously needed further adaptation when the "Holy Lance pulled anchor" for the first time.

Thus, the dusk at the horizon, set against the sunset glow, was like a shy bystander, driving away the somewhat regretful sunset from joining in the fun at this time, so as not to disturb the good deeds of the two "ancients". If it aroused the wrath of the Vigilant Saint, be careful that he would shoot his holy spear into the sky to create the spectacle of shooting the sun.

The bolder stars climbed up to the sky in a silent leap, as if to weave the most beautiful and gentle reunion night for this infatuated man and woman.

They did not allow the naive night wind to blow too hard, so as not to destroy the sweetness of their love. Even the flowers and plants on the cliff became sensible, trying their best to bear the weight of the two people rolling over them.

That is more than 50,000 years of loneliness in total. Even if you use every ray of starlight as a brushstroke, it is difficult to write a poem that soothes the soul.

At this moment, perhaps indulgence can warm each other more than restraint.

It was as if he wanted to make up for the sweet words he had missed for 25,000 years with actions in one night.

When the moon was at its highest point, this lonely conversation came to an end.

Nari leaned against the stone, unwilling to move. The legendary ranger pinched her twitching calf and said in a hoarse voice:

"So tired."

"It should."

Brigadier General Diakum, who was lying beside the stone, reached out and played with the small tail with fingerprints left in front of him, and said softly:

"The emotions that have been accumulating for over 20,000 years are like a volcano and should have erupted like a volcano. If I hadn't been seriously injured and unconscious at that time, maybe we would have children now, and I estimate that there would be more than one.

After all, as the last remaining ancient Eredar of the Draenei clan, we should lead by example and answer the call for civilization to flourish."

"Dick, are you proposing?"

Nellie closed her eyes, clenched her fist, and hit the saint hard on the waist. She said:

"Don't say such depressing words at this moment. I won't accept them! Not only do my current duties and my status not allow me to leave my post so hastily, it would also cause a lot of trouble for our people.

Besides, we just reunited, you have to give me some time."

"to be frank!"

Dick's fingers squeezed hard, causing Nellie to cry out in pain.

She pulled back her tail in anger and stared at Dick. In his inquiring and gentle gaze, she sighed and said:
"You've made me wait for over twenty thousand years. So why should I rush to your side like a puppy the moment you call me? I have my own career and my own life. Most importantly, Argus hasn't been liberated yet, Diakum. You and I, bearing the oath of the world, really want to change the focus of our lives before this great ambition is fulfilled?"
You know, life has not been easy for all the ancient Eredar, including you and me. We cannot interrupt our oath at this time, especially you, who is the first 'Oathkeeper'.

I.
I can’t be so selfish.”

"Naili, don't bring up such a heavy matter at this time."

Dick shook his head.

He stared at the stars in the distant sky. After a few seconds of silence, he said to Nari who was leaning on his shoulder:
"Do you think that among these starlights, is there a beam that belongs to Argus? Is He still watching over us? Looking forward to our glorious return one day?"

"Well, from an astronomical point of view, it's unlikely that we can see the starlight of Argus from here."

Nellie brushed her wet hair and said:
"We have traversed the sea of stars for over 20,000 years. According to the star map provided by the Legion of Light, we have left the most distant galaxy ever explored by the Naaru and arrived on the other side of the physical universe.

The distance between us and our hometown has exceeded the astronomical scale in the conventional sense. Even if the Naaru's spacecraft did not crash, it would be difficult for us to return to our hometown by sailing through the sea of stars.

Perhaps there is still hope for the Eredar in other worlds, but the Draenei clan can only pray for the blessing of fate to accomplish this.

Many members of the tribe have already regarded their previous oath as an ancient legend.

But it's not their fault.

It’s been so long that those facts should have been forgotten.”

"So, this is the real reason why the Draenei are so isolated?"

Dick asked:

"Because our people have forgotten Argus's world oath, compared to the illusory future, they have become realistic and started to care about their own lives."

"There are aspects of that, but it's more due to the crash of the Genedar."

Nellie stretched out her fingers and traced circles on Dick's broad chest.

She sighed and said:

"That crash cost us more than just one spaceship, Diak'um. The three guardian naaru who crossed the starry sea with us all perished in the disaster.

Without the connection between the Naaru, we have been effectively cut off from other Eredar clan refuges. For more than two hundred years, we who should have been sentinels have been trapped and died in this world.

We don't know what happened in the astral sea, nor do we know if the ten-thousand-year war between the Army of Light and the Burning Legion is still going on.

We've been cast aside by the stars, Dick.

It seems that the only option left for us is to rebuild civilization in this world.

Archbishop Hataru and his most trusted Grand Technician Romuul have been trying to repair the Naaru's communicator, but with little success. Only the Naaru can operate that thing, and we mortals cannot even understand how it works.

The great prophet who could predict the future first exiled His Majesty Kara who fell into darkness at the cost of being seriously injured before the spaceship crashed, and then single-handedly protected most of the people during the crash. He was in a terrible state of serious injuries for the first hundred years. He had been recuperating in the Temple of Karabor until a few years ago. The price of these two protections was that Velen lost his ability and talent for prophecy.

We do not yet know whether this loss is temporary or permanent.

So, I know you are very dissatisfied with the current living conditions of the Draenei, but I hope you don't blame these problems on Velen.

He is also powerless.

Velen lost his wife in the downing of the Genedar, and fate dealt him another blow after the tragedy of High Admiral Kil'jaeden.
He was also a victim of that disaster.”

"Ok?"

Dick said in surprise:

"So, Velen's son is still with him?"

"Yes, the Genedar picked them up during the evacuation. The child changed his name to 'Eridas' to remember what happened on Argus."

Nellie pulled herself up and kissed Dick on the cheek, then sat up and began to get dressed.

she says:

He served incognito among the Krokuun Legion in Telmor, aspiring to become a great Vindicator like Lord Commander Kil'jaeden. No one except the Archbishop and other high-ranking officials knew Eredar's true identity.

That is also a kind of protection for him.

Also, I don't know if you're aware that Faria and her companions joined the Legion of Light. They've been fighting demons and rescuing civilians in various worlds. In the last contact before the spacecraft crashed, I heard that Faria was awarded the honorary title of 'Crescent Blade'.

That is not the title given to her by the Mother of Holy Light, but the respect and love that the people of several worlds she saved personally have for this brave warrior of Holy Light. The former rookie has now become a legendary general famous throughout the starry sea.

And twins
You would never guess what they have accomplished in the Legion of Light. They were appointed by the Mother of Light as the Twin Archbishops of the Legion of Light, and are now the true supreme commanders of the Legion of Light."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

Dick also sat up and took Nellie, who was wearing underwear, into his arms again. He whispered to Nellie:
"Zera, the Mother of Light, is a dangerous Naaru. When you hear me use the word 'dangerous' to describe a creature of Light, you should know that she is not a good person. She is indeed fulfilling her duty of saving and fighting against evil, but that does not mean that every decision Zera makes is correct.

We have to find a way to call back the twins and Faria!

If they can still be saved."

"Ok?"

Nellie looked at Dick in surprise and said in a serious tone:

"You're not kidding?"

"Of course! Just like your previous question, why do I know so much about Draenor? Why do I know about Ner'zhul and the Shadow Council? What other secrets do I have?"

Dick stroked the scars on Nellie's back and whispered:

"Because the Holy Light allowed me to see that during my slumber, no, even during the time I was on Argus, it was as if I was traveling through different histories. Like a prophet observing the future, I witnessed many changes and twists in fate. I knew what would happen in Draenor.

I will do everything in my power to prevent that despair from coming true, and I also know where we should go in the future.

The world called 'Azeroth'!

There we may find a way to save Argus, but if we cannot find it there, our search will ultimately end in despair.

Are all these injuries on your body from the past?"

"Ah."

Nellie did not ask Dick what he saw in the revelation of the Holy Light.

Perhaps because of the intimate contact between her body and soul just now, she chose to trust the man next to her who had just shared a big secret with her. As Dick's fingers caressed the scars on her back, she said:

"This wound was left when we ambushed the demons in the world of Shagaira. That was our first stop after leaving Argus. The demons chased us, but we were prepared. We defeated them there.

A priestess named Askara held the Naaru Beacon and called on the Holy Light to burn the cruel demon army. She almost died there, but was eventually sent to the Army of Light for treatment. Now she has become the Lightforged Archon of an Eredar clan.

She is also the second saint we recognize.

Of course, compared to you, it's more of an honorary title."

"I'm so happy that Askara is not dead. Even though I've never had any contact with that sister of faith, the history that the Holy Light showed me shows that she died in Shagaila."

Dick whispered:
"A person who changes fate deserves to be called a 'saint'! What about this knife?"

His fingers slid down to Nellie's waist.

There was a scar there that almost cut her in half. When asked, Nellie leaned in Dick's warm arms and recalled as if she was sitting by the fireplace:
"That was in the miraculous world called 'Aodrachi'. The Army of the Holy Light sensed the demonic invasion of that world and went to support it. The Genedar happened to be in that star field at the time, so under the order of Archon Haddon, I led the rangers to participate in that war.

You can't imagine the madness those aldrachi have!

They defeated thirty-three large-scale attacks of the demons on their own, and even when they suffered heavy casualties, they were able to slaughter those arrogant fel demigods. Even the personal appearance of Kil'jaeden the Conqueror was useless. In the end, they forced the Dark Titan to send down his avatar and personally demand the surrender of the Aldrachi.

Their leader, the 'Fearless', rejected the declaration of destruction and wounded the incarnation of the Dark Titan with a sharp blade.

Although that world was eventually destroyed, some of the Adrachi were rescued by the Legion of Light. Unfortunately, they did not choose to join the Legion of Light. Instead, they stole a spaceship from the Void Elves and disappeared into the sea of stars.

However, I believe that those fearsome and fearless warriors still fight against the Burning Legion, and they are our companions."

"The Aldrachi also left behind bloodlines? That's great!"

Dick was really surprised this time.

There are only a handful of people in this starry sea who can injure the Dark Titan. Even if it is just a projection, it is enough to prove the bravery of the Odrachi people. Although they are not allies, it is still a pleasure to see the demons have another terrible enemy.

"So, this wound was also left in a battle?"

Dick held Nellie in his arms and stroked a short wound on her flat abdomen. Facing his question, Nellie was embarrassed for a moment and whispered:
"This was accidentally cut when I was cutting fruit with a knife."

"Uh."

Dick laughed.

Then, just like learning history, I listened to Nali talk about the origin of every wound on her body.

This peculiar teaching method inevitably involves physical contact. In fact, this interrogation may have been another outstanding display of "tactical thinking" by the cunning sentinel from the very beginning. As he wished, during the teaching, they couldn't help but roll together when their eyes made contact.

"Hurry up this time!"

Archbishop Naili, who was in his underwear, turned around and stared at the saint, warning and urging:
"We have to get back to Anboli Village before dawn. This kind of indulgence is enough just once. In fact, I feel like I've received the soothing I needed after more than 20,000 years of loneliness. The next few hundred years will be enough for me to be pure and abstain from desire."

"But the night is long tonight."

The saint obviously doesn't see it that way.

He grabbed the cute little tail again, and the pulling was like blowing the horn of a duel, which made the archbishop enter the "combat state" again.

他 说:

"When the next dawn arrives, you and I will become warriors who must move forward carrying the world's oath, but I don't want to see this date end in a whimper. At least tonight, we belong only to each other.

Ah, may the Holy Light bless you, may the Holy Light bless you and me"

"Asshole, don't mention the Holy Light at a time like this! You deserve to be burned at the stake, you blasphemous heretic."

(End of this chapter)