Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 80 35. Can you explain to me what it means that my "granddaughter" is Garona? [Explosive Update 38/50]

(Additional update for brother “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” [3/10])
"Are you sure you don't want to stay at Karabor Temple for a few more days? The people really want you to preside over a few more Holy Light sermons. They hope the Sentinel will stay by their side. The saint's presence can bring them more confidence and courage."

On the flying platform of the Karabor Temple, Prophet Velen, whose aura was still a little weak after purifying Narukara, tried to persuade them to stay:

"The search of Socrethar's Rise has not yet been completed. The tribesmen sent by Chieftain Ner'zhul to Shaz'gol Fortress to persuade them to surrender also need to be accompanied by our garrison officers and priests. The chaos in Shadowmoon Valley has not yet completely ended. You should continue to stay here and then continue your journey to the Talador area.

I know time is of the essence, Diakam, but you can’t keep yourself on edge all the time.”

"No, just leave these matters to Nellie and Akama. They are capable of handling these problems."

Dick stood beside an armored spirit dragon, wearing a Farstrider hood, and said to the prophet:
"I must resolve the trouble in the orcish holy land of Oshu'gun as quickly as possible. I promised Ner'zhul that I would find out what happened to His Majesty Naruk Ulei, the guardian we left there. And you also know that if we can't restore the orcish ancestral spirits to peace, then Gul'dan will never be able to clear the blame he put on us.

Ner'zhul is willing to believe the sincerity of the Draenei because we helped him save the elemental spirits of this world, but at this moment when war is about to break out, we must provide sufficiently solid evidence to convince other traditional orc clans.

More importantly, I, the 'Ancient Eredar', must help His Majesty K'ure on behalf of our clan. We owe it to him.

To rescue a Naaru, no one is more suitable than me, a 'half-Naaru', to do it.

You can calm people's hearts by sitting in Shadowmoon Valley, and my father, Governor Hatton, can intimidate the tribe by preparing troops in Talador. The coordinated actions of the two archons can buy me more time to act.

These are turbulent times, Prophet, and we must work together to overcome them."

He smiled and joked:
"Actually, I just need to act quickly according to Ner'zhul's advice. You two have a lot to consider in the back."

"What are you talking about? I feel like you're mocking me and Hatton, two old men."

Wei Lun laughed, stroking his beard and said:
"Since you have made up your mind, I will not try to persuade you to stay. Ishana told me earlier that the interrogation of the Soulbinder under Archbishop Maladaar has concluded that the Burning Legion is indeed collaborating with the Shadow Council to covet our Auchindoun Holy Land. You will pass by there on this trip, Diak'um.

If possible, I hope you can assist Maladaar in eliminating the hidden dangers there.

You know, there is a fragment of Argus's star soul will stored there. It is the most precious treasure of the Draenei people and our last connection with our homeland."

"This is about the World Contract. I will do my best!"

Dick replied seriously:

"But since we have reached a critical moment, I must say a few serious words to you, the benevolent one, before I leave, Great Prophet. Nairi has teamed up with several former members of the Assassin's Court to begin investigating the upper and middle levels of the Karabor Temple. They may soon hand over the 'list' to you.

Since you are here, please do not hesitate when it is time to make a decision!
At this moment, any mercy you show to the traitors is a crime against the people. I know that such an order will make you uneasy, but it is necessary!

Cracks have appeared in the people's minds, and to mend them now, we need to be gentle and at the same time forceful in rooting out those malignant tumors."

"I understand, Diak'um. After all, I once led the Eredar alongside Kil'jaeden for thousands of years."

Wei Lun nodded, and after hesitating for a moment, he said:

"I will harden my heart, provided of course that the evidence of the accusation is strong enough."

"Of course. You should trust the Assassin's Court's capabilities. Nairi's former department was founded by Lord Commander Kil'jaeden. When the Assassin's Court accuses someone of a crime, that person is definitely not innocent."

When Dick talked about this, he noticed the pain that flashed across Weiren's eyes. He pursed his lips and whispered:

"Are you still mourning the final fall of Lord Commander Kil'jaeden? You need not hide this from me. I was present at the final battle."

Velen did not answer. After a moment's silence, he said:
“How could I possibly forget the scars that were etched into my soul?
You know, Diakme, my brother walked into a dark fate in my place. It should have been me who fell that day! I made that decision, I left the hope of life to him, but he forced a glorious life back into my hands.

I will not hide the fact that every night during these 20,000 years, in every dream that prophesied the coming of the day, I could feel the pain and despair of my brother.

Over the years, I have been forcing myself to see him as our enemy, but every time I think that at the end of our destiny, we will have to cross the mountain called 'Kil'jaeden', I feel powerless.

Not only because I think it's difficult for us to beat him, but also because I feel guilty towards him and my brother.

I know I should forget him so I can better lead our people, but Diakum, just as you cannot forget your oath to Argus, I cannot forget that my brother has sunk into darkness for over 20,000 years on behalf of us exiles.

We owe him the same.”

This was probably one of the few times in more than 20,000 years that the prophet talked about the guilt in his heart. Also because Dick's identity was indeed special, he had also participated in the fate decision of Velen and Kil'jaeden.

Viren trusted him.

During the decisive battle of Argus, Kil'jaeden, who fought alongside him, also trusted him very much.

This gave Dick the qualifications to talk about these things with Velen. The Great Prophet would never just find a Draenei to talk to about Kil'jaeden's past.

For Weiren, these things have become the most fragile and untouchable "inner demons" in his heart.

"Perhaps you should never forget this?"

Dick said:
"High Commander Kil'jaeden's final decision was not a betrayal!
No matter what others say, no matter how others accuse us, those of us who experienced the final day of the battle on Argus know that without the agreement that Commander Kil'jaeden made with the Dark Titan at the cost of his own life, the Genedar would never have been able to escape Argus.

It was Lord Commander Kil'jaeden who sacrificed himself to save the Draenei clan!
Even though he has become the 'Conqueror' of the Burning Legion, this does not change the fact that he is still our hero.

Even if we cannot reveal the truth about him to the public for some reasons, the great man who made the shocking sacrifice should be respected and remembered in the hearts of others.

I have never forgotten my battle alongside Kil'jaeden on the Antoran Plains, nor have I forgotten his sacrifice on that final day.

I don't think that's a shame.

Even if I were to be placed in the position of Commander Kil'jaeden that day, I wouldn't necessarily be able to do better. I don't even have the courage to look the Dark Titan in the face. This is enough to prove that he is more outstanding than me in terms of the morality of the Guardian!

I know that even today, I still have to strive to be like him.

In terms of leadership ethics, he also set an example for you, Great Prophet. Kil'jaeden returned to his destiny because he was sure that under your leadership, your people would be able to overcome the suffering of the past and bring civilization back to its peak of glory.

Are you going to continue to be so decadent and disappoint your brothers?

He has been watching you in the sea of stars."

Dick paused, then continued to speak to the prophet:
"Neither Kil'jaeden nor Thal'kiel participated in the pursuit of the Eredar exiles, leaving that responsibility to Cenarius the Defiler, which in itself speaks volumes about their stance.

Therefore, prophet, we must not let down the hard work of our compatriots.

Cheer up!
Your brother thinks you can do it, so please prove that he is not wrong!

You are right, we will eventually face them, so let us carry their longing for us and forge ahead until the day we face each other, bearing honor and giving each other a final account."

After Dick finished speaking, he turned over and rode on his own spirit dragon.

The only garrison officers accompanying him to the Talador region this time were Maraad, Yrel, and Nobundo. Ner'zhul had already set off yesterday to go to the Nagrand Steppes to meet his influential friends in the Orc civilization. The two sides agreed to work together to solve the problem of Oshu'gun.

That is the most important thing for the draenei and orcs to achieve peace.

Just as the armored spirit dragon was about to take off, the silent Great Prophet suddenly stepped forward and reached out to grasp Dick's spirit dragon reins. He raised his head, his old but still clear eyes staring at Dick, and said:
"Do you still believe that Kil'jaeden is our hero?"

"Yes! We are all cowards in the face of his sacrifice."

Dick answered sincerely:

"I still think he is our hero, and I will still call him 'Commander-in-Chief', even though I know that if he appeared in front of me the next moment, I would definitely use all my strength to try to kill him, who has become the Great Demon Lord.

But this does not prevent me from respecting him in my heart.

You should probably do the same.”

"Thank you, Diakme. Your words inspired me and helped me find a ray of light in the darkness."

Viren let out a sigh of relief.

He loosened the reins and smiled.

The tangle in his heart was not so easy to resolve, but at least now, he got the relief he needed most from Dick's advice when he was feeling suffocated by the past. Even the sadness hidden in his eyes was mostly dissipated.

"His Majesty Kara said that he should have given you a blessing of strength, but he is now too weak. When you return to Karabor Temple next time, our guardian Naaru will surely give you a precious blessing."

The great prophet twirled his beard and said to Dick:
"Well, Vigilant, I wish you a safe journey!"

"Well, Prophet, please take good care of our people! I will definitely bring you and them news of victory."

Dick waved his hand, causing the dragon under his crotch to let out a cute yet fierce cry. It flapped its butterfly-like wings against the wind and flew high. It turned several circles in the air with extremely flexible posture and flew above the clouds.

A few minutes later, as they were far away from the Temple of Karabor, Yrel drove the spirit dragon closer to Dick and asked curiously in a low voice:
"What exactly did you say to the Great Prophet? Why does he seem to have suddenly become thousands of years younger? Is it good news?"

"Well, just sharing some thoughts about an old friend we both have in common."

Dick waved his hand and said casually:

"The Great Prophet is a strong man, but he is also a man of delicate emotions. That is a necessary quality to be an outstanding prophet. However, when faced with complex problems, overly delicate emotions will always constrain him."

"But I heard you discussing 'Kil'jaeden'?"

Maraad also approached on his spirit dragon. He lowered his voice and said:
"This name was once a taboo for the Draenei. All archons forbade us from discussing the past events of the Conqueror and the Shaper."

"This is exactly the main reason why you young people have ideological problems!"

The Vigilant Saint commented dissatisfiedly:

“If you don’t let young people know the true history, how can you draw lessons and inspiration from history?
Come here, come here, all three of you.

Since this flight takes several hours, I'll use that time to tell you about the last thirty days of Argus, including you, Maraad.

Although you can be considered a half-witness, you stayed in the safe zone of Oronar City at that time, and you did not fully understand how glorious the achievements your father had made in the final defense of his hometown.

Listening to more stories of heroes will better guide you to perform true heroic deeds like we did in the past.

It just so happens that none of you three have your own Heart of Argus yet. Perhaps when we pass through Auchindon this time, we can help you obtain this rare honor. But you must first understand what the 'World Oath' is before you are qualified to bear it."

"Yeah, story time!"

Yrel cheered.

The youngest recruit pumped his fist and said, "It's the eyewitnesses who told us the ancient myths and history from a first-person perspective. I know that bragging in such situations is the most rewarding."

"Yrel! You should show due respect to the saints! What do you mean by 'bragging'? That's the heroic story of the Vigilantes! It's true history."

"Well, don't be so serious, Maraad. I occasionally add a little artistic embellishment to my experiences. After all, as a hero, I also have idol baggage."

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"Who could have guessed that Kil'jaeden, whom our tribe had always believed to be evil, would actually be such a charismatic leader? It turns out that our ancestors were able to escape Argus thanks to his sacrifice."

Until the four spirit dragons arrived at the flying platform of Shattrath City, Nobundo, who was shocked by Dick's story, was still muttering to himself and summarizing his experience, while Maraad, who was traveling with him, was silent.

He heard about the glorious deeds of his father, Brigadier General Malderin, from the sentinel whom he regarded as his "father".

This was the first time he understood so clearly what his father experienced in the last period of his life, which almost completely reshaped the image of his father in his mind.

He always knew his father was a hero.

But he had never understood so clearly that his father was greater than he had imagined.

As for the last of the three listeners, Irel's biggest feeling after listening to the whole story was
"It's come to this! If you still think nothing happened between the High Prophet and Lord Commander Kil'jaeden, you're a fool! Hey, if the Vigilante's story is 100% true, then I would definitely believe that the spiritual love between the two of them has long surpassed ordinary brotherhood.

Ah, they trust each other as much as they love themselves
Tsk tsk, listen to this!

Is that reasonable?

"you shut up!"

Yrel's outrageous sentiment immediately earned him the simultaneous rebuke and glare of Maraad and Nobundo.

How come a good epic legend has been turned into hook literature by you?

but.
Well, Maraad and Nobundo were actually feeling a bit annoyed. Either the Saint of the Vigilance was malicious and deliberately described it in this way, or the relationship between the Great Prophet and Commander Kil'jaeden was indeed not as simple as ordinary brotherhood.

But can you say this in public?
Don’t you see where you are? This is Shattrath City!
This is the true "main city" of the Draenei in the world of Draenor, where 70% of the people live.

The number of religious fanatics here is not much less than that of the Temple of Karabor. If Yrel dares to speak nonsense again, the fanatical fans of the Great Prophet will probably jump out and launch a Mak'gora or Jedni ritual against her.

Dick had no business and no desire to get involved in the private discussions of the three recruits. After all, he had told the history exactly as it happened, and it was their business what others thought of it.

After all, what evil could a saint have in mind?
When Dick jumped off the spirit dragon with a subtle smile, he saw two familiar figures coming towards him.

His smile became more sincere, and he strode forward, taking off his hood. Under the surprised gaze of the guards nearby, the two furtive hooded guys in front of him also quickly stepped forward and took off their hoods.

"Haha, Dick! I knew the Holy Light wouldn't abandon you like this! My good brother! You've finally crossed the vast ocean of time and returned to us in the blessing and embrace of the Holy Light!"

General Jaid, the former Krokuun shepherd boy and now the commander of the Krokuun Hunting Cavalry, laughed and opened his strong arms, hugging Dick like two rams butting horns.

The hug between these two giants was enough to make others feel an invisible "vibration".

"I really want to tell you how much I miss you and how worried I am about you. I really want to sing Krokuun's shepherd's song with you again, my brother, but now I must first express my apology to our father."

Dick patted Jaid's shoulder, who was beaming with joy. As the latter nodded and turned his body, the Vigilant Saint knelt on one knee before the man in front of him, as the surrounding guards and three recruits looked on in surprise.

Like a wanderer who has been away from home for too long and finally returned home, he said loudly:

"Governor Father, your child is back! Krokuun's child is back!"

"Good, good! I'm glad you're back! However far the journey may be, and however hard it may be to return home, the Krokuun will be like the most steadfast Talbuk, and we will never forget the way home.

My child, I sincerely thank the Light for bringing you back to us."

The Grand Archon, whose face had aged just like Velen, spoke in a loud voice. Old Hatton excitedly knocked his shaman stone staff on the ground. He had a smile on his face but couldn't stop the tears from flowing. He bent down to help Dick up from the ground and looked carefully at his face which had not been left with any more marks by the passage of time.

Then he wiped his eyes and laughed out loud, saying:
"It's exactly the same as before, exactly the same face as the young hero who led us to defeat the demons! This is undoubtedly the blessing of the Holy Light. On the contrary, it is your statue in Shattrath that has made you look a little older.

I have heard of your deeds in Shadowmoon Valley, and the echoes of the elements across Draenor have spoken to this old shaman of your heroism, my son.

It turns out that the vigilante is still the vigilante!
After tens of thousands of years of hardship, we Draenei are blessed."

While Dick was talking to his father, the Governor, General Jaid, who was standing beside him, glanced at the honest guards who were all numb. He grasped the hilt of his jeweled hunting knife and shouted:

"Spread the news of the arrival of our hero and saint, the Hand of Argus, the Sentinel, and the Golden Seat, Diak'em Zastins, in Shattrath! Let every citizen of the city know that their eternal protector has returned from the myth!
Blow the horn!

Let the vanguard of the Krokuun Legion lead the way for heroes and saints.

He will circle the city, bestowing upon it his courage, his mercy, his splendor, and his fervent will!"

"As you command, General!"

The city guards stationed on the flying platform immediately rushed out to report the news, and soon low horn sounds rang out throughout the magnificent city of Shattrath.

This scene made Dick look at Jaid in surprise. He said:
"I'm here on a mission, my brother. I shouldn't be making such a fuss."

"No, this isn't just to greet you, Dick."

Jaid explained in a low voice:

"You will soon understand that this is absolutely necessary for the current state of Shattrath City."

"Ok?"

Dick frowned and said:

"problem occurs?"

"Yes, something happened, and it's serious."

Hatton twisted his beard, which was even more exaggerated than Velen's and almost dragged on the ground. This tough-minded Krokuun whispered to his child:
"The Bonechewer, Laughing Skull, Kil'thor, Twilight's Hammer, and several other orc clans, under the guise of 'revenge for the Bladewind clan,' have recently launched attacks against the area surrounding Shattrath. The city's strong defenses haven't been affected so far, but Telmor has come under attack several times in a row.

Especially since you have transferred all the thousand-year-old veterans of the Hand of Argus to the Temple of Karabor to train new recruits, the defense of that small town has entered a very critical state.

To be honest, son, Jaid was supposed to lead his troops out to support Telmor today."

"I see."

Dick nodded and said:
“Then I’ll go!
After the parade around the city, I led a team of warriors to Telmor to assist in the defense. Jaid continued to stay in Shattrath City. You are the general in charge of the army and the mainstay of the Talador region. You cannot move rashly.

But what puzzles me is that Shattrath City is adjacent to the Nagrand Steppes, so why didn't the Warsong Clan, the overlord of this place, participate in the attack on us?"

"The Warsong Clan has been besieging Highmaul, the last capital of the Ogre Empire, in the westernmost part of Nagrand Steppes since last month."

Jaid, who had matured considerably, held the hilt of the gemstone knife and explained:
"The arrogant yet powerful legendary Warsong Chieftain Grom Hellscream is leading the troops himself, and the Shattered Hand clan's sinister assassins are also involved. The ogres are on the verge of collapse. Without outside intervention, their city will be destroyed in twenty days at most.

And it's not just the ogres who are suffering, my brother.

Ever since the establishment of that damn tribe, the orcs have been attacking all races in the world of Draenor that do not belong to them at the same time like crazy. The high-level arakkoa in the Arak Peaks in the south have also suffered. The sadists of the Broken Hand Clan have built a fortress there and are slaughtering the arakkoa tribe.

We are by no means the only victims of this war.

We haven't even entered the role of 'victim' yet, but once the ogres and arakkoa are destroyed, the orcs will be able to concentrate all their strength and the next target will definitely be us."

"No, General Jaid, the orcs have already turned their attention to us."

Maraad said solemnly:
"If the Sentinels hadn't led us to interrupt the Shadow Council's plot in Shadowmoon Valley, Karabor Temple would have fallen by now."

"Yeah, that bunch of bastards!"

Jaid bared his teeth. This wild prairie cavalry commander was as ferocious as a wolf when he was angry. He said to Dick:
"You've come a long way, so rest here and take charge of Shattrath for me. I'm going to Telmor. This time, we must completely eliminate those troublesome small clans, just like we quickly and efficiently dealt with those lunatics of the Bladewind Clan."

"and many more!"

Dick caught a serious question, looked at Jaid and asked:

"Did we really destroy the Bladewind Clan?"

"Yes, I personally led people to massacre the village, and Maraad, who was beside you, was among them."

Jaid shook his head and said:

"I know you're kind, Diakum, but you don't know what those Bladewind orcs did to our people. When I arrived, more than fifty merchants and innocent people had been sacrificed to the orcs' ancestral spirits.

That scene filled all the soldiers present with righteous indignation. Only one girl survived the tragedy."

"It's my sister."

Maraad explained to Dick, who was frowning:
"Lelan nearly lost her life in that incident, but the Heart of Argus left by her father protected her.

The pendant helped her block the most fatal knife, allowing her to hold on until General Jaid and I led the team there. In addition, Leilan lost her 'daughter', the half-orc child named 'Garona', in that incident."

"?!"

Dick was thinking seriously, but Maraad's words caused his mind to overload.

He looked at his brother's son in surprise, and after a few seconds he couldn't help asking:
"What do you mean by 'Lelan's daughter'? And a half-orc! And Garona! She's in love with a male orc? This... is a bit too outrageous! Your family is an ancient family in Mac'Aree, famous for its strict family traditions!"
Maraad, is this how you teach your sister?!

It's really the opposite of Tian Gang!"

The country girl Yrel also looked at Maraad with a look of "horror". She couldn't imagine how these "city people" played so much. However, knowing the inside story, Nobundo covered his eyes in despair, and then hurriedly explained:
"No, Saint, please don't be angry! That half-orc child was adopted by Lelan. I assure you that she has always been a chaste woman, though her ways are somewhat unorthodox. She is currently in Telmor City, so you should ask for details."

Dick flexed his fists and turned to Jaid, the resident of Bengbu:
"Before he passed away, Malderan told me to take good care of his children, and I vowed to protect them as if they were my own. Look, Jaid, since Lelan is in Telmor now, I, your 'uncle', have to go there."

"Indeed, I've heard about some of the 'research' that girl has conducted. To describe her as 'deviant' is a bit of an understatement. From what I've heard, she seems to have friends in every orc clan. She's truly a most outstanding 'civilian diplomat.'"

Jaid glanced at Maraad with a strange look in his eyes. He nodded and said:

"Forget it. Since this involves the oath of battle brothers, I won't compete with you for this honor. Remember to kill those orcs and put a dent in their prestige! They've really been going too far lately."

(End of this chapter)