Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 61 16. Even the elements of this rural area are so cute when they get angry [Updated 19/50]

(Additional update for the "Gervis" brothers [4/5])
The strength of individual Eredar grows slowly, which is a common problem of almost all immortal species, but the slow accumulation of absolute strength does not mean that their strength is poor.

To give a very simple example, even though they are both objects composed of carbon molecules, wood and coal have completely different properties. Wood can be easily ignited by flames but will burn out quickly. Coal is not so easy to ignite, but once it burns, the light and heat released and the burning time are much more exaggerated than wood.

Short-lived species such as humans and orcs can gain strength in a short period of time and exert it to a considerable degree, but in a confrontation of the same life level, they are in most cases no match for an immortal species that has been tempered over a long period of time.

This is because "power" is a comprehensive concept.

In addition to individual combat resources, it also includes the ability to withstand attacks, physical values, and skill concepts, etc. In these aspects, the immortal species who have a lot of time to waste can crush the short-lived species with just a little diligence.

Like Yura.

She is not a legendary ranger, but in a real life-and-death battlefield, relying on the combat experience and combat instincts accumulated over the past 20,000 years, she can definitely deal with the orc legend for a long time, and it is not surprising that she can complete a counterattack when she has an advantage.

After all, Yura's body "container" and various values ​​have already reached the legendary level. What she lacks is only the infusion and accumulation of the Force.

The material world is fair after all, and the immortal species cannot take all the good things for themselves.

On the other hand, being too slow to respond to changes in the outside world is also a necessary condition to ensure that the immortals can enjoy a long life. If the Eredar were as sensitive to time and the world as humans and orcs, then their brains would be filled to the brim with all kinds of useless information in a short period of time. The final result would be like a server filled with garbage data, which would either be formatted or thrown into the garbage dump.

"So, you killed that high-level warlock with one shot?"

On the battlefield of the now-purified Soul Burial Ground, Dick, who had just finished his prayers for the day, looked at the smug Yura and praised him with satisfaction:
"As expected of the 'Blade of the Assassin's Court', it remains as deadly and dashing as it was over 20,000 years ago."

"No, no, if Maraad hadn't created the conditions for the assassination, that powerful, aimed shot wouldn't have been so easy to kill."

Yura waved his hands and said:

"As expected of a hero's bloodline, Maraad's fighting talent is truly astonishing. By the way, the child said that he and his sister have always regarded you as their 'father'. It is said that their mother, who holds a high reputation among the Draenei clan, requested this."

"Oh?"

Dick, who was opening the letter to check the contents, was stunned.

He blinked and said:

"Before, calling him 'Uncle Diakum' was fine. I'm not used to this sudden change to a name that sounds like it carries a heavy sense of responsibility."

"But Brigadier General Malderan saved your life with his own, Dick."

Yura shook his head and said:
"You have a responsibility to the two children, both morally and logically. This is our Eredar tradition! Speaking of which, as a Vigilant Saint, you wouldn't intend to shirk your responsibility, would you?"

"how come?"

Dick looked at the short secret letter in his hand, and glanced at Gul'dan's signature below. He sneered, folded the letter and threw it into his Augure backpack. He turned back to look at Maraad who was walking towards him and whispered:
"I will definitely carry on the legacy of my battle-brother Maraad! I will definitely train Maraad to be the protector and leader of the Draenei!

He has the talent, he just needs a chance to prove himself.

I will give him this opportunity. Before he fully grows up and can stand on his own, I will protect him just like my father did. Not only do I owe my life to Mardellan, but more importantly, I hope he can inherit his father's immortal faith in the Golden Age.

"Ah, I always feel that as an assassin, I am a little too sentimental. Every time I see a scene like this, I can't help but cry."

Yula drew out a contrived comment, then touched her Heart of Argus ring, swung her tail, looked around, and asked:

"So, where is Boss Nellie? Why don't I see her?"

"She is completing her 'Trial in the Wilderness'. Well, you will definitely be shocked by this. But before she returns, can I ask you to lead the hunters to investigate the remnants of the Shadow Council?"

Dick pointed around and said:
"Just circle around here and make sure all the warlocks and their minions are slain."

"No problem, leave it to me."

Yura turned and left with his hunting rifle slung over his shoulder, while Maraad politely waited until the senior ranger had finished his work report before approaching Dick. He moved his lips as if to say something, but twenty-five thousand years of separation made it difficult for the little boy to express the complex emotions in his heart in just a few words.

"It's okay, I understand."

Dick stepped forward and patted Maraad on the shoulder.

His body was already huge among the Eredar, and after being strengthened by the Holy Light, he had become a true "giant". He could easily pat the shoulder of the burly Maraad without even raising his hand when standing in front of him.

He whispered:

"I once watched with my own eyes as your father used divine power to interfere with my fate, bringing me back from death to the world of the living. He sacrificed himself to fulfill his duty of protection. The scene of him dissipating in the light reappears in my mind every time I fall asleep.

Maraad, your father was my battle-brother, and even before that, he and I were truly close friends.

You can't imagine how much I wanted to say sorry to you and your family in person during my long sleep, because my survival caused you and your family to lose something you cherished.

Sorry, kid."

"That's not necessary, Uncle Diakham."

Maraad hadn't cried in many years, but at this moment, facing Dick's sincere words, he lowered his head and wiped his eyes, and the weak tears could not be stopped.

Perhaps when he grew up mature enough and understood the truth of the "white lie" told to him by the twins, the young Maraad also felt resentment in his heart. Why was it Uncle Dick who survived instead of his own father?

But after 25,000 years of exile, these resentments have long since disappeared.

He had experienced a complete exile and knew very well how much Uncle Diakum had sacrificed and given for his hometown and people during his final days in the Argus world. His father had no resentment in his heart when he saved Uncle Diakum. He sacrificed himself with the noble wish of fulfilling his mission.

He considered Diakum's survival more important than his own life.

The Sentinels can be the light that illuminates the way forward in the long dark era, which means a lot to the Eredar.

In this way, Brigadier General Malderan, who was enlightened by the Holy Light, was able to convince himself to accept the heroic sacrifice.

"Cry, and tell me all the things you wanted to say to your father but didn't."

Dick's nose felt a little sour at this moment.

He didn't make many friends during his time in the world of Argus. Most of them had followed Kil'jaeden to join the Burning Legion. The remaining one, Naeri, became his partner, and Jura was still the same. Only an outstanding garrison commander and father like Maldalan stayed in Argus forever because of him.

He felt guilty.

Anyone with good intentions will feel guilty after having their life saved by someone else.

Then he went forward and embraced the weeping Maraad, patted the child's shoulder, and said:
"I will not let down the opportunity that Malderan bought me with his life. I will shoulder his responsibilities and hopes, and in this era, I will find a moral and direction for the Eredar people to move forward.

The moment I woke up, my life no longer belonged to me alone.

You can be a witness to this oath."

"The oath my father made with his life needs no witnesses, just as Leland and I have never doubted your morality, Uncle Diakum."

Maraad wiped away his tears.

He raised his head and said to Dick seriously:

"My mother was proud of my father's choice even before her death. During our long exile aboard the Genedar, the light you shone not only defined dawn, sun, and dusk for us, but was also the light of courage that guided the exiles through the darkness.

I am proud of you!
I also firmly believe that in this era, you can lead us out of the shadow of war, just as you did in the world of Argus.

Well, Brigadier General Diak'um! Hand of Argus new recruit Maraad reports to you! I request to be rejoined!"

"Very good, very energetic! Requesting approval."

Dick laughed and took the pinky ring that Maraad handed back, and put it on the little finger of his left hand. He also said seriously:

"Because Draenor currently lacks an environment conducive to demonic activity, your recruit assessment cannot be conducted for the time being. I order you and new recruit Yrel to form the commanders of the First Company of New Recruits, responsible for selecting qualified warriors from the new generation of Draenei for the Hand of Argus.

Yrel will temporarily serve as your lieutenant to assist you in your work.

The child lacks experience, but her fighting talent and favor by the Holy Light surpass even yours, so, Maraad, this will be a challenge for you as well.

As the child of Brigadier General Malderan, you can't be outdone by a little girl who's only over a hundred years old."

"I propose that my former lieutenant, the brave Lord Vindicator Nobundo, possess the talent and fervent courage to join the Hand of Argus."

Maraad immediately fulfilled his duty and recommended to Dick:

"Besides that, I also know many brave warriors who are still willing to sacrifice their strength for their people in this era."

"That's your job, Maraad."

Dick waved his hands and said:

"The Hand of Argus Legion has withered due to time. We need fresh blood. You must gather these warriors, train them, and lead them.

I can tell you clearly that the demons are coming soon!
The Defiler's army of withered demons may be advancing towards the world of Draenor at this moment. The Hand of Argus will soon face its ancient enemy, and that will be the best battlefield to test your strength, courage, and will.

Now, go regroup your team.

These garrisons who followed me to purify the Fortress of Pain and the Burial Grounds are all great. Although they are young, they are worthy of the moral responsibility of the garrison. They can all be your backup options.

Take a break and then we'll set off!

The evil orc ancestor warlock Gul'dan is leading his Shadow Council to do some evil things that can affect the entire world of Draenor. That is the ultimate goal of our trip.

Hunt Gul'dan!
At the very least, we must destroy his "element destruction" plan.

Your first task is to protect the orc chieftain, Ner'zhul, in battle. He is the most important person on this mission."

"Protecting an orc?"

Maraad frowned, but he didn't refuse the order. As he turned to leave, Dick asked:

"Where is your father's Heart of Argus? I don't see you wearing it."

"Well, I left that holy relic to my sister." Maraad replied in a low voice:
"She fulfilled the duties of a scholar in Telmor. Although Lelan did not walk the path of the Holy Light, she was already a very outstanding arcanist and a staunch supporter of the Great Prophet Velen. She believed that the draenei and orcs could coexist peacefully.

Uh, also, I have to give you a heads-up.

Some of Leilan's actions are considered 'deviant' by the tribe, I hope you won't be frightened when the time comes."

"I'm not one of those old fogies, kid."

Dick smiled and said:
"I'm very receptive. Um, Archbishop Naili is back. Go ahead and do your work. I need to discuss the next course of action with her."

Maraad nodded, looking at Dick and Archbishop Nellie with subtle eyes.

Although he knew very well that the love stories of "Saint X Archbishop" that had been widely circulated in the past 20,000 years were nonsense, the close relationship between these two ancient Eredar people seemed to be a little hard to explain.
But it’s not a bad thing if your elders find the love of their life, right?

"Ow!"

When Dick approached the wounded Nari, he heard a low roar just ten steps away. As he watched, a huge ghost wolf silently emerged from the "soul walking" state and revealed its strong and ferocious body.

This guy is the "Dire Wolf" unique to the world of Draenor.

Although the word "wolf" is in its name, this super hunter who can independently hunt large creatures such as mammoths and cleft-hoofed cattle is obviously not something that an ordinary dog can challenge.

This ghost wolf was as tall as Nari when it stood up, at least about two meters and three.

Its sharp teeth were like daggers. When it sensed the danger from Dick, its mane stood up, making its already exaggerated neck "neck" swell even more. Its bloodshot eyes stared at Dick's every move, the muscles in its limbs were tense, and its claws, which were sharp enough to crush the skull of a hoofed bull, were dug into the ground.

It is always ready to launch a fatal pounce and bite, and the translucent body of this "soul beast" is stained with a unique red color because of its anger. However, because of the previous contamination of the void power, the body of this ghost wolf is purple, which looks a bit weird.

Dick noticed that its claws were entwined with void power, which meant that the suffering ghost wolf might still be able to use void energy attacks.

This thing is a "ProMax" version of the Soul Beast.

It was corrupted by the Void but saved by Nellie, which was enough to make it a "blessing in disguise".

"Gora! Be good, this is a friend."

Nari went forward to comfort the wild war beast she had just tamed, but perhaps because of the lack of "intimacy", this "mother of the wolf's den" was not very willing to pay attention to her master.

It just squatted there, twirling its tail, its eyes still fixed on Dick, obviously because the saint brought too much pressure on it.

"I say, you, a legendary hunter, can't even take care of your own dog?"

Dick complained:
"It won't let me get close to you."

"Isn't this better?"

Nari rolled her eyes and said unhappily:
"My tail and chest still hurt, you beast! Don't come near me until you learn to be gentle! But to be honest, thanks to your previous guidance, otherwise I really wouldn't know where to start with this 'big baby'.

When I found Gora, it was being pulled from the material world by the power of the void.

The corrosiveness of that dark rift was extremely terrifying. I almost risked my life to bring it out. It was natural for Gora to disobey me. Its former owner, Matron Omra, was one of the most powerful hunters among the legendary chiefs of the previous generation of orcs.

I have to show my strength and majesty to make Gora obey. Dire wolves are like this. The strong prey on the weak. It is their survival instinct. "

"You'd better raise your 'intimacy' as soon as possible."

Dick took out a few soul stones he had just seized from his bag and handed them to Nari, reminding her:

"There won't be much time to cultivate the relationship between you and the dog during the upcoming war, but soul beasts crave powerful souls as food, so taking it on dangerous hunts will make it more obedient to you.

These creatures are difficult to raise; you can't feed them meat.

Gora is an extremely aggressive dire wolf, which means you have to kill it every day to satisfy its desire for soul fragments. Warlocks are the best targets because their souls are generally very tough.

For soul beasts, it is an excellent 'teething stick'.

And after the war here is over, I need to borrow your 'Gora' to search for some mysterious beings in certain areas of the Akaran Peaks."

The saint stroked his chin, looked at the ghost wolf, and said:
"Only a beast like it, a beast shaped by fate, could possibly find the hiding place of that lonely demigod in the shadows."

"Demi god?"

Nellie's eyes widened. She said:

"Draenor is so small. How could this world possibly give birth to a demigod-level being?"

"So, you, the Ranger Archbishop, have been truly incompetent for the past two hundred years. No wonder I have to teach you a lesson."

Dick rolled his eyes at Nellie and sighed.
"Two hundred years later, you still haven't figured out the ins and outs of Draenor. This world not only has demigods, but their number is far greater than you can imagine. This world has its secrets. Even if it can't compare to Argus, the planet that gave birth to the Star Soul, it definitely can't be described as 'ordinary.'"

This is also a 'stage' forged by fate in the astral sea, just like Argus."

"I just"

Nali wanted to explain, but the next moment, with Gora's terrified roar, the entire burial ground shook violently.

Nellie, who had just been tamed and was a little weak, accidentally fell down and was quickly supported by Dick. The two stood there hand in hand to maintain calm, but the ground beneath their feet was shaking as if it was about to crack.

Not only the canyon of the Soul Burial Ground, but the mountains and rivers of the entire Shadowmoon Valley roared at this moment.

The movement of the natural force was mixed with undisguised anger, as if it had been provoked by something.

"Elementals! It's the elements that are roaring! That bastard Gul'dan has angered them!"

Ner'zhul, who was kneeling and praying before the stone tablet of the orc ancestors, jumped up and shouted loudly amid the shaking of the earth:
"We must advance now! Gul'dan's evil plan has reached its final stage. We must save the Elemental Heart of Draenor before it is too late!"

"They're coming together?"

Dick asked loudly:

"The embodiment of the element's wrath has been created?"

"It hasn't reached that point yet, but the elemental power of all of Draenor is converging towards Shadowmoon Valley. It will reach its limit in at most an hour!"

Ner'zhul called to his wolf and said:

"Once the elemental forces gather into a raging entity, it will begin its destruction from Shadowmoon Valley. Your city, the Temple of Karabor, is nearby. It will be crushed by the wrath of the elements."

"No, it won't. The Temple of Karabor isn't as fragile as you think, and the elemental power of Draenor isn't as terrifying as you describe. This is just a small world, and it can't breed elemental lords beyond the ordinary."

Dick shook his head, and after the frequency of the earthquakes slowed down a little, he immediately summoned his sacred warhorse, pulled Nari onto the horse, and followed Ner'zhul's leadership to advance towards the place where the elements converged while the garrison officers were gathering and mobilizing.

The good news is, it's not far away.

The bad news is that the abnormal movement of elemental forces is still continuing. The irregular earthquakes and strong winds have greatly hindered the Draenei's advance.

The elements are crazy!
They are the foundation of the world's climate and continental environmental system and are now completely enraged.

In the Shadowmoon Valley of Eternal Night, there were even flaming meteors flying all over the sky out of thin air. That was not the magic of warlocks or mages, but the primitive energy reaction formed by the high concentration of elemental forces in the material world.

The extreme climate is just like the legendary world-destroying disaster. Earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions and 18-force gale appear together. Shadowmoon Valley is definitely blessed at this time.

You know, the Temple of Karabor is by the sea!

The tsunami from the Zangar Sea alone was enough to keep the Draenei in the city from taking care of themselves. After Dick led the garrison officers out of the canyon and reached a high place, in front of the shocked young people, they saw the ground before them collapsing and cracking along the nearby hills.

Amidst the "super earthquake" scene where mountains collapsed and undulated, a rift valley was forming in the center of Shadowmoon Valley.

"Ambori Village."

Yrel gripped the hammer tightly in her hand, and she looked into the distance to the hometown where she was born and raised, at a certain time when the ground cracked and was instantly swallowed by the magma surging from the mantle.

"It's just a small scene, hold on!"

Dick was the only one with a calm expression at the scene.

He wasn't being cool on purpose.

The main reason is that the wrath of the elements in front of him is indeed a bit underwhelming compared to the exaggerated light and shadow scenes when the four elemental lords appeared in the world of Azeroth in his memory.

Even the Stone Mother, the gentlest of the four elemental lords, can tear apart the entire continental shelf of the material world once she becomes angry, and the Fire Demon King's appearance in the material world for just a few minutes turns one-sixth of the continent into a desolate and scorched land.

Compared with the "power of creation" that can change the world, the elemental power of the world of Draenor is obviously still within a "reasonable" range.

Destroy the world?

Do not!
This is not something these "normal elemental lords" can do or are willing to try to do.

The elemental forces that exist in most worlds have a very close relationship with the main body of their respective worlds. For example, the elemental forces in Draenor will even actively remind the orc shamans of the coming crisis. The reason why the elements in that ghost place Azeroth are so unruly is because of some "historical reasons". This is not the norm for elemental forces in the starry sea.

Perhaps it is because of this that the audacious Gul'dan dared to wantonly humiliate and desecrate the elements in this world, and even wanted to arrogantly "kill" them.

Look!
Now that they are all under the control of Gul'dan and the Shadow Council, the angry elementals in the world of Draenor have been trying for so long but still cannot create a demigod-level elemental lord. It really proves the old saying.

Don't show off your real abilities casually, otherwise others will know that you are incompetent.

The sadness of the small world was clearly revealed at this moment. They had no ability to protect themselves in the face of various star-level disasters, and the elemental forces that were supposed to protect the world seemed so "harmless" in their counterattacks when encountering crises.

"Stop looking, it's our turn! Everyone."

Dick made a tactical gesture of "flanking coordination" to Nellie beside him, and said to the garrison officers behind him:
"It's time for the local elemental forces that coexist with orcish civilization to truly see the significance of the Draenei's existence in this world! It's also time for them to be aware of the power that is tempting the orcs to commit such outrageous and evil acts.

Ah, how can adding icing on the cake compare to sending charcoal in the snow? "

(End of this chapter)