Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 58, Chapter 13: Saint Diak'um has gone mad, and he wants to destroy New Draenor! [Updated 16/50]

(Additional update for the "Gervis" brothers [1/5])
When the iconic dim dawn of Shadowmoon Valley arrived, the villagers of Anboli Village, who had been frightened for several days, were ready to move to the Temple of Karabor.

Archbishop Nai's lieutenant, the High Ranger, and Lady Jura, the Spirit Dragon Knight Commander, will escort them to a safe area.

In order to complete this escort mission, the town of Elodor sent a team of spirit dragon knights as a defense force. These cute big-eyed beasts of Carslan were the "companions" that the Draenei accidentally met during their voyage across the starry sea.

Their world was destroyed by demons, so it was natural for them to board the Draenei spaceship.

In reality, these adorable creatures, Spirit Dragons, are found in many worlds, and all appear similar. This is said to be because all Spirit Dragons are blessed by a unique "spirit." They are not adept at close combat, but possess a natural talent for exhaling energy, with some clever individuals even capable of harnessing holy light.

These ugly but cute creatures are carnivorous creatures. If you have seen them hunting mammoths, no matter how brave the Draenei are, they would not dare to approach these cute-looking but ruthless monsters.

Together with the Draenei's traditional flying vehicles, the flying skates, they form the air force. Currently, the training and command of the Spirit Dragon Riders are under the charge of Nari.

Therefore, these air knights are truly "family members".

Outside the village entrance, Yrel helped her good sister Samara onto a thunder elephant. She told Samara to stay well in the Temple of Karabor and that she would go to see her after she and the Vigilant Saint completed their combat mission.

Samara wanted to stay.

After being healed by the holy light of the Vigilant Saint, her physical condition has improved a lot and because of the holy light, she has become a formal priest apprentice. She feels that she can definitely help, but unfortunately, even a natural warrior like Yrel is evaluated as "recruit level" by the harsh saint. Samara, who has just become a professional, will not be allowed to join the next battle.

"Practice well in the Aldo Sanctuary. Don't lose heart. We can fight together sooner or later."

Yrel comforted her sister. She was in a hurry to attend the war meeting held in the village, so she turned back and said to the female orc, Rekar Bloodfire, who was wearing Draenei clothes and covering her face:

"You must obey Commander Yura's orders. You all know the current situation. If your identities are discovered when entering the city, you will probably be beaten to death by the civilians of Karabor Temple."

"We understand."

Rekar Bloodfire sighed and said:

"We know our mission. Chieftain Ner'zhul, who returned last night, spoke with us shamans. We know the horrific situation the Shadowmoon Clan and even the orc civilization are currently facing. We will do our utmost to demonstrate our goodwill and willingness for peace.

I hope your archbishops will give us a chance to explain.

Ah, damn Gul'dan!

May the elemental spirit devour that damned ambitious man!"

"ready to go!"

Yura, riding on the Spirit Dragon, pulled down his cool ruby goggles to protect his eyes and shouted loudly to the civilians in front of him:

"Remember the important things the rangers have instructed you to do, my fellows. Keep your mouths shut and don't say anything you shouldn't. If you disrupt the plans of the Saint of Vigilance and Archbishop Nari, you will be punished according to military regulations."

"Don't worry, Commander Yura."

Minara, the village pastor, assured:

"Ambori Village has worshipped the Saint of the Vigilance for over two hundred years. This is our honor. Since the Vigilance has given the order personally, we will keep this secret for the Saint until he returns to the Karabor Temple in triumph."

"very good."

Yura nodded in satisfaction.

As the Spirit Dragon Knights took off, this not-so-large team left the village and set out on the road to a place of refuge.

Yrel waved at the entrance of the village, then rushed back to the largest building in the village in a timely manner. All the garrisons and rangers were waiting here for the Sentinels to start a tactical meeting.

Archbishop Naili hung a tactical map of Shadowmoon Valley on the wall, on which she had marked several important points.

Irel noticed that the Archbishop's movements were a little strange, as if he had twisted his ankle. He immediately felt that he was worthy of being the Archbishop. He must have fought a life-and-death battle with the orcs yesterday.

He is worthy of being the legendary guardian of the Draenei!
"The saint is coming!"

The garrison commander Tenum at the door shouted, and the people in the room immediately stopped talking. Then they saw their saint striding into the temporary war hall, but behind him was the old orc chief.

This made the garrison officers' eyes widen.

"I have spoken with Chieftain Ner'zhul, and he will be joining us in the next move."

Dick glanced at the crowd and said loudly:

"You all participated in yesterday's assault on Torment Fortress, and you saw firsthand how those corrupted orcs treated their own people.

Facts have proved that when the Shadow of War came to Draenor, the first to be attacked were not us, but those traditional orcs who were unwilling to go along with the crowd. Chieftain Ner'zhul was awakened by the Holy Light and was determined to complete a just restoration of order in Shadowmoon Valley!

His assistance is necessary, as only he knows what the evil First Warlock Gul'dan and his Shadow Council intend to do to our people and our city.

Therefore, the next tactical mission will revolve around Chief Ner'zhul's military advice. I ask that you give this 'extraordinary military advisor' the necessary respect and protection in the upcoming operations."

Archbishop Naili nodded and continued:
"We are going to go deep into the territory of the Shadowmoon Clan. Chieftain Ner'zhul is very familiar with the defenses there. Without his help, it would be difficult for us to complete a quick transfer. Therefore, the saint's decision is necessary.

Anyone have any comments?

No one objected at this time.

The Draenei are not stupid. The two commanders have obviously communicated with each other. This is not an inquiry, but an order!

"Please, Chieftain Ner'zhul."

Dick made a "please" gesture, and the old chief sighed and walked forward with his cane. He checked the map provided by the Draenei and pointed to the center of Shadowmoon Valley.

As a chieftain who once revered knowledge and wisdom, Ner'zhul spoke Draenei quite well, even with a hint of the elegant accent of the Talador region.

他 说:

"This is the burial ground of the Shadowmoon Clan, known to the outside world as the 'Boneyard'. The deceased of every orc clan, if conditions permit, will be sent here, where the Shadowmoon Clan will conduct a series of memorial services and burials.

Although most bodies are eventually returned to their respective clan's cemeteries for burial, there are always some souls that linger there over the years.

Their numbers are staggering, and Gul'dan has sent necromancers here to summon the dead and empower them with the power of the void.

You have seen elite void skeletons like those in the Fortress of Anguish. Once their numbers increase, they will form a terrifying "sea of skeletons", which is the cannon fodder army prepared by Gul'dan to attack the Temple of Karabor.

We must destroy this place!"

Sorrow crossed Ner'zhul's old face, and he whispered:

"Even though this is a horrific desecration of ancient traditions, we do not want the souls of our ancestors to be manipulated by ambitious individuals and used as weapons to harm you. The Soul Burial Ground is now filled with void energy, and many abnormalities have occurred there, so it must be purified.

Just use your holy light!
This high-purity radiant energy is enough to allow those disturbed souls to rest in peace again. I will guide you to destroy the spiritual ritual in the Soul Burial Ground in the most direct way, but I guess the Shadow Council will definitely not let us accomplish this.

So, be prepared to fight them."

The garrison officers nodded.

They all knew that the orcs had a holy place in the canyon in the center of Shadowmoon Valley, and some people had even gone there to "visit" in the past peaceful times.

"If it were just the dead bones and some warlocks, then this task wouldn't be difficult."

Huntress Shantuk says:
"We have enough people."

"But this is just the appetizer, kid."

Dick shook his head and said:
"This is just the prelude to a counterattack. The truly dangerous action is yet to come. Do not interrupt Chieftain Ner'zhul. Please continue."

He looked at the old orc, who was silent for a few seconds, then moved his finger to the upper area of Shadowmoon Valley, which was the front area of Karabor Temple, located on the hills in the central area of Anpori Village and the Boneyard.

Ner'zhul whispered:

"Here! This is where the Shadowmoon Clan's shamans used to worship the elements in ancient times. It is one of the elemental power gathering areas in Shadowmoon Valley.

Gul'dan and his warlocks are carrying out a terrible plan here. I just know that they will take action here, and I don't know the specific content, but what is certain is that once their actions are completed, the entire world of Draenor will be affected.

I was being bewitched. Alas, in my madness, I listened to Gul'dan talk about some of his plans.

He said that he would let the stubborn conservative shamans feel firsthand the weakness and unreliability of the elements. He also said that the shamanic way was no longer in the interests of the orcs, and he would replace it with a more powerful force.

I couldn’t wrap my mind around it at the time, but thinking about it now, I just get chills down my spine!

As a shaman who has been abandoned by the elements, the most terrifying thing I can imagine is that Gul'dan is going to use some kind of evil magic here to completely sever the connection between the orcs and the elemental spirits.

He can even manipulate that raging power to directly attack your Temple of Karabor. I also know that the Draenei have an ancient elemental heritage, which means that once Gul'dan destroys the world's elements, your power will be greatly weakened.

The worst part is that the Bleeding Hollow Clan of Nataran Jungle has guarded some "Cursed Stones" that can suppress elemental power for generations. I suspect Gul'dan might use those things."

Ner'zhul paused, looking at the Draenei garrison officers and rangers who were clearly getting nervous, and said in a more serious tone:
"Finally, during the time I was sidelined, Gul'dan and his warlocks were poring over the forbidden scrolls of the Shadowmoon Clan, searching for the shadowy power known as the 'Dark Star'.

It is a special astronomical phenomenon that the Shadowmoon Clan has been observing continuously for the past two hundred years.

That's a strange 'star'!
The dark light it emits even obscures the stars. The reason why Shadowmoon Valley is experiencing such a long period of eternal night is closely related to this 'Dark Star'!

Most importantly, Dark Star is a 'living being'.

It possesses terrifying void power, and will even seduce those spellcasters who use it. I won't hide it from you, the void power manipulated by the warlocks of the Shadowmoon Clan comes from praying to and drawing on the Dark Star. "

"But it's just a star."

Garrison Captain Nobundo said with some doubt:

"Even if it is an evil dark orb, it can only grant the warlocks filthy power at most. Compared with Gul'dan and the Shadow Council's invasion of the world's elements, this problem shouldn't be serious, right?"

"Haha, that's exactly what he wants you to think!"

Ner'zhul shook his head and said in a more serious tone:
"But what if the Dark Star could be summoned? What if, using the right method, we could pull and summon it from the ground, causing the Dark Star to crash into the surface from the starry sea outside the world?
Imagine that, Draenei!

What kind of terrible disaster would it bring to that glorious city if a meteor, corrupted by shadow and wrapped in void, hit your Temple of Karabor?

That is the final weapon Gul'dan prepared for the Battle of Shadowmoon Valley!
I am certain that once the orcs are defeated in the ground war, once the fel power cannot break through the majestic city of the Draenei, then Gul'dan will definitely make a desperate move and summon the Dark Star." "Wait!"

When the entire war hall was silent because of the war scene described by Ner'zhul, Nari suddenly realized something.

She looked at Dick, then at Ner'zhul, and asked in a more emphatically tone:

"According to your stargazing records, did the Dark Star suddenly appear in the sea of stars above Shadowmoon Valley over two hundred years ago?"

"Correct."

Ner'zhul looked at Nai'ri with a subtle look and said:
"In the days before you, the draenei, appeared in our world, I presume this dark star has some connection to your origins, correct? So some of Gul'dan's accusations against you are not entirely unfounded.

The Draenei are not as righteous and radiant as they appear to be.

That Dark Star was the trouble you bequeathed to this world, and it was ultimately used against you by Gul'dan.

Phew, maybe this is fate."

"It's Kara!"

Nari ignored the slight sarcasm in Ner'zhul's words and said to Dick seriously:

"It was the guardian Narukara who had fallen into darkness. That kind Naru who had escorted us across the sea of stars and protected us for over 20,000 years. Before it fell into darkness due to exhaustion and pain, it asked us to exile it to the sea of stars.

It knew what it was going to encounter, but...
How could the glorious Naaru become a dark star? And how could it actively lure the orcs into this world? What exactly does it want to do?"

"We can talk about this later!"

Dick did not answer Nellie's question. He turned to the garrison officers and said:
"These three problems that directly threaten the Karabor Temple are the troubles we will solve next. Warriors, I will lead you to defeat these potential dangers, but this also means that you will directly suffer the test of death.

In a battle like this, even the Holy Light cannot fully protect you, so if anyone wants to quit, I won't blame him.

But if you quit at this moment, you will lose your armor and reputation as a garrison officer!

During the Second Co-Governance Period of the Argus World, when the class of garrison officers emerged, we swore an oath that every garrison officer must become the sword and shield to protect the people. The moment we swore to become a garrison officer, our lives no longer belonged to ourselves alone.

It's human nature to be reluctant to face danger, but that also means you're not suitable for the job.

I'll give you two hours to think and prepare!

After breakfast, we will set out for the Boneyard. We must deal with the huge spiritual ritual and purify the place before midnight tomorrow. Afterwards, we will go to where Gul'dan and his Shadow Council are.

Whatever those bastards are planning over there, we're not going to let them have their way!

Now, disband, warriors."

Dick waved his hand, and the garrison officers dispersed. They had a lot of things to prepare in the village, and they needed to start immediately just to organize the supplies.

As a new recruit familiar with the village of Ambori, the responsibility of preparing supplies naturally fell on Irel, who was asked by Nobundo to temporarily become the quartermaster.

Yrel had no complaints about the job. She now only wanted to join the saint's army, use her holy light to burn away evil, protect the people, and repay the saint for everything he had done for her good sister Samara.

Yesterday she saw with her own eyes that the saint pulled Samara back from hell at the critical moment, but last night Samara had a nightmare and kept talking nonsense beside Iriel.

She said blue bird-angels were coming to take her away, but the Vigilantes shouted those terrible creatures off and declared that she belonged to the Holy Light.

Yrel thought her sister was just scared, but Samara assured her that she had seen the world after death. In short, her good sister has now become a "crazy fan" of the Vigilant Saint.

But it's as it should be.

After the garrisons dispersed, in the war room, Dick looked at Ner'zhul and whispered:

"You don't have to doubt the sacred connection between the Draenei and the Naaru. After the greatest turning point in the history of our race, we have coexisted with the Naaru. As for the Dark Star...
I can assure you that this problem will be solved.”

"However, appeasing one Naaru cannot solve all the troubles in the world of Draenor!"

After a night of rest and reflection, Ner'zhul seemed to have regained his wisdom as the Shadowmoon Chieftain. He stared at Dick, and at this moment he finally stopped hiding the secret in his heart.

He said sharply:

"The naaru in our sacred mountain of Oshu'gun! What are you going to do? Vigilantes.

I am very grateful that you spared my life. I thank you for saving my innocent people. I also hate that I was seduced by that bastard Gul'dan into becoming a sinner, but there is one thing you cannot deny!
Our ancestral spirits are suffering because of your naaru.

Even without Gul'dan's instigation and the Shadow Council's interference, it would be difficult to maintain long-term peace between the orcs and the draenei as long as the problem of the Naaru in the holy land of Oshu'gun was not resolved.

I know you also respect the deceased, why don’t you put yourself in their shoes?
What would you do if your ancestors' rest was disturbed by strange gods of other races and caused them great pain?
I demand an answer, Vigilante, and Archbishop Nairi, if the draenei truly desire peace, then you must resolve the problems you left behind."

"what?"

Nari asked in surprise and embarrassment:
"So, you've always known that your sacred mountain, Oshu'gun, is our Naaru spaceship that crashed on the Nagrand steppes?"

"We didn't know that."

Ner'zhul sighed and said:

"Compared to yours, our civilization is so backward that we can't even comprehend how to leave our world and enter the stars. Naturally, we can't understand a concept like 'spaceship' that is like a myth to us.

But we will learn, draenei.

Do not mistake us orcs for a group of barbarians who eat raw meat and drink blood. Our contact with you over the years is enough for even the wisest among us to know the secrets of Oshu'gun.

And you are quite dishonest on this point!"

The old orc stared and said:
"You should have explained it, but you didn't!
We have allowed our people to worship the Crystal Mountain as a holy place for over two hundred years. I even know that some of you arrogant Draenei regard our behavior as a symbol of backwardness and barbarism.

But now that things have come to this, I don’t want to argue with you about this matter.

I just want to ask you, what are you going to do about the strange naaru inside Oshu'gun, who is in an even worse situation and has begun to devour the spirits of our ancestors? "

"Great Prophet Velen has been searching for a way to allow His Majesty K'ure to rest in peace for years."

Nari explained:
"But the situation of His Majesty Naruk'ure who fell there is much more complicated than His Majesty Kara. It can no longer communicate with us. We do know that His Majesty K'ure has been deteriorating over the past two hundred years.

It's already dead.

Its death has become a thorny crisis threatening both races.”

"I don't need an explanation, Archbishop. I need answers, a solution to the problem."

Ner'zhul spread his hands and sighed:

"I also want peace, but if you can't come up with a solution, how can I convince my people who have been incited by Gul'dan to turn their anger against you?

My people are indeed wild and superstitious, but that's not a bad thing, especially in circumstances like these.

As long as you can resolve the Naaru problem in Oshu'gun, peace between the two races will be easy to achieve.

Currently, most of the clan chiefs are rational people. Even though clan tribes were established and a chief was elected under Gul'dan's instigation, everyone actually has their own thoughts on whether to actually start a war.

But Gul'dan will not allow them to hesitate any longer!

The madman who wants war will use all means to force the chiefs to unite, and you are the best target."

"After the Shadowmoon Valley incident is over."

Dick held Nellie's hand, signaling her not to explain further. He said to Ner'zhul seriously:

"I will accompany you to Nagrand and personally go to Oshu'gun to resolve His Majesty K'ure's current dire situation."

"you?"

Ner'zhul looked at Dick suspiciously and said:
"I have seen your power, and I know you are beloved by the Holy Light, but that is not a problem that can be solved by strength!"

"You do not know my story, Ner'zhul, just as you do not know what else is inside my body besides flesh and blood."

Dick held out his left hand.

Under the astonished gaze of the Orc Chieftain and Archbishop Nari, his flesh and blood gradually transformed into a strange crystal-like form in the shining light, and a faint ethereal singing voice rang out from all over Dick.

This scene made Ner'zhul's eyes widen, and he exclaimed:
"It is this sound! It is this song! It lingers within the sacred mountain of Oshu'gun, and only those who are enlightened by the spirits of the ancestors can hear it.

you!
Vigilant, are you a naaru?"

"I'm only half Naaru, well, little half."

Dick smiled and told Ner'zhul his experiences over the past 25,000 years in a brief tone, as Nari sighed and looked at him with reluctance.

After that, he promised Ner'zhul:

"I'm not the strongest warrior among my people, but my connection with the Naaru is definitely the closest among all the Eredar, so I promise you that after the problems in Shadowmoon Valley are resolved, I will personally go to Oshu'gun to help you appease His Majesty K'ure.

I'll try to fix this permanently if I can.

But you have to promise me!

After the situation in Oshu'gun is resolved, you must do your utmost to broker a peaceful alliance between the orcs and the draenei.

This is not because I love peace and cannot bear to see war! My enthusiasm and mastery of war are beyond your imagination, but we must unite at this moment. You saw the polluter Cenarius with your own eyes yesterday, and you know that the devil has set his sights on this world.

Do you think the Destroyers will be able to tell the difference between orcs and draenei when they set foot on Draenor?"

Dick held out his hand to Ner'zhul and said:
“We must unite!
Not only the orcs and draenei, but also the ogres, arakkoa, tiger people and even the forest elves, all civilizations and races in the world of Draenor must unite together. Only in this way can we survive the destructive invasion of the Burning Legion and win a victory.

I want more than just Gul'dan's defeat.
I also want everyone to be free from the cruel toy of fate, so do you want to make this agreement?"

(End of this chapter)