Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 84: 39. Does the World Soul Still Watch? Do the Eredar Still Remember? [Update 42/50]

(Additional update for brother “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” [7/10])
Dick was stunned by the scolding.

The other party was emotionally agitated and filled with strong indignation. The pressure of that emotion in the mental connection was so deadly that it almost crushed the sentinel on the spot.

Even if what he faced was not the complete will of the Star Soul, but merely a "node" formed by more than 30,000 fragments coming together, the pressure that came from the spirit was definitely not something a Legend could withstand.

But the good news is that the opponent still maintains his sanity. When Diakum was about to suffer the catastrophic disaster of becoming a "brain-dead contestant", He took back his power one step ahead.

But the bad news was, Dick sensed His resistance.

His spirit was being pushed out of this area, and the other party obviously did not intend to talk more with the "oathbreaker" in his eyes.

It was at this moment that Dick reacted.

"Argus!?"

The Vigilant shouted in the spirit plane:
"You gave birth to wisdom? Is it you, Argus? Answer me!"

no respond.

But the sentinel could still feel that the connection between his spirit and this realm was rapidly disappearing. If he didn't think of a way, he would lose this precious opportunity for communication.

The previous scolding also made him understand why the fragments of the Star Soul suddenly merged and why they could no longer be passed on uncontrollably.

This was a spiritual contact and connection. The Star Soul Fragment wanted Dick to see his anger and loss, so pictures flashed before Diakum's eyes like a kaleidoscope.

He saw a wife who had lost her husband screaming at the commander who was mourning in front of her.

In extreme pain, a Heart of Argus pendant that had been cleaned but still retained the smell of blood was thrown to the ground amid the widow's wails.

The sentinel saw a new soldier who had just experienced the war leaning tiredly in the medical room.

The child's dull eyes reflected a broken soul. After placing the battle-scarred ring to his lips and kissing it, he ended his life, which had just begun, with a bullet.

The saint watched a group of young people born in exile grow up slowly.

When their ancestors described the scenery of Argus's hometown and the tragic decisive battle, they played around and smiled indifferently, thinking that their fathers' sacrifices were adventure stories that only existed in legends. After their own children were born, they recounted the history that seemed no one cared about anymore with the same nonchalant attitude.

Diakme saw the fall of the Genedar.

In the panic, Draenei were everywhere rescuing the wounded in the flames of the crashed spaceship, risking their lives to carry those precious items out of the fire, but they only missed the box of Argus Heart covered with scars. It was not until a long time later that a lame old soldier rushed in and held it in his arms as if it were a precious item.

Finally, he saw Osar ascend to the throne of Archbishop in glory.

He saw the great traitor spreading his extreme ideas on different occasions and spreading the secret scroll filled with blasphemous words everywhere.

He saw the bastard distorting right and wrong and calling the fall of Argus "inevitable fate", while the bewitched young people surrounded him and loudly declared that Draenor was their only homeland and they were proud of it under the contemptuous gaze of the veterans.

The picture freezes at this moment.

Osar's image kept changing, and finally settled on one of the young people who grew up in the safe spacecraft Genedar and regarded the bloody history as a joke, the persistence of their fathers as stubbornness, and the lofty oaths as a joke.

The emergence of Osar was not the beginning of separatism. When this cowardly traitor without any beliefs ascended to a high position, it meant that some people had completed their betrayal of the past!

Xinghun was disappointed by this.

Argus was furious at this.

He had every reason to feel these sorrows.

So He began to take back the fragments of the star souls of the dead Draenei individuals and no longer intended to give them out again, because from what He saw and heard, He had determined that the Draenei had betrayed their previous world oath.

He tried his best to send the Eredar, whom he regarded as his children, to seek refuge in the starry sea. He almost worked himself to death in doing all this, but they betrayed him!

After twenty-five thousand years of exile, the Eredar have lost the nobility of their souls.

They are no longer trustworthy.

At least the Draenei's performance in the past two hundred years is no longer worthy of His trust.

These scenes and processes that Diakum witnessed repeatedly matched the external changes in the Star Soul fragments described by Maladaar! It was as if the extremely disappointed Star Soul was sternly questioning the Hand of Argus, the first person to form a contract with it:
Do the Eredar still remember the oath they once swore to their homeland? Do the Draenei still want to embark on the road to return home?
Dick felt Xinghun's disappointment.

He also understood the angry origin of the "Oathbreaker" just now.

But now he must first appease the furious Argus, even if only a fragment of the star soul of his hometown remains here.

"I found Azeroth! I found your sister."

As he was about to be completely expelled from this area, Dick used his last chance to shout to the angry and silent Star Soul fragment:
"In this world, at the appointed time, a door will open, guiding us into a world like yours! The Burning Legion that is torturing you has also set its sights on Him. The demons were defeated there ten thousand years ago, and your sister triumphed.

He is still holding on, and so are we.”

"You. Did not persist in escaping betrayal. You are no longer. The sons of Argus."

This was the response of the consciousness carried by this group of star soul fragments to Dick.

It's like the response of a frustrated person who has expectations of others but ultimately gets only disappointment.

Even words like "severing ties" and "expelling from the ancestral home" were mentioned, which shows that Star Soul Fragment's disappointment with the Draenei clan has seeped into its bones.

"Oh? Really? Do you really think so?"

Dick was neither angry nor annoyed nor desperate. He asked:

"Then tell me, why do you protect the souls of those warriors who died holding the Heart of Argus? Maladaar said they were trapped, but I can see otherwise.

They are guarding you!

Just as the ancient elements in Krokuun's sanctuary guard your holy stone, you also gave them blessings so that they can not be captured by death. These warriors recognized by you are all the Draenei you despise.

Old Viren likes to say something that best summarizes the current situation.

Argus, please believe me, not all wanderers are lost!
Even during the years when the damn traitor Osar committed atrocities, there were still enough passionate warriors who remembered the World Oath, and they still took pride in receiving a Heart of Argus as the supreme reward and glorious medal!
The Hand of Argus Legion remains, and so do I!

We have never abandoned our vows and our salvation."

The Vigilant felt the force that pushed him out of this realm of thought weakening. He sighed and said:

"The fragments of your will merged with the spirit of the Eredar. My people spent their entire lives, even their own lives, protecting you from the Burning Legion. When you recovered those soul fragments, you experienced the life of the Draenei again and again as a 'bystander'.

As the fragments continue to return, you can also observe the growth and end of mortals from those experiences.

I guess that's where your wisdom comes from.

We have not betrayed the world oath we made with you, Argus. If you had recovered the fragment of the star soul in Osar's body, you should know that after I woke up, I have been working non-stop to reverse those bad habits and cowardly thoughts.

I have never forgotten that oath, and you should be able to feel that I am not lying.

My people have lost their spaceship, and we can no longer take you on our exile in the sea of stars, but the demons have noticed this place, so I plan to fight them again in this world.

Not only because I know it's the only way for me to protect my people, but also because I know it's the only way for me to protect you.

We must win this war to ensure that you are not taken back to Argus and forged in the corruption of the fires of Sargeras, as the draenei have done for over twenty thousand years.

Our escape is not just for our own survival.

You shouldn't judge all of us so arbitrarily just because of those jumping insects. There are still brave warriors like those in the past who are willing to sacrifice for you, and there are still passionate defenders who are willing to give everything for you.

You are always with us."

"You you are not. They they are not you."

The anger in the next response dissipated a little, but the dullness and loss were still there.

The repulsive force that pushed Dick out of the field completely disappeared, and as his spiritual body moved forward, he once again approached the brilliant "Light of the World".

他 说:

"But I believe that the reason that prompted you to make this 'return of fragments' action is definitely not just the wrong choices made by some Draenei. There must be external factors. I guess something happened on Argus?"

"look by youself!"

Following this response, the light of the world in front of Dick's eyes danced and enveloped his spirit, allowing the Sentinel's thoughts to cross the vast sea of stars with the help of the power of the Star Soul at this moment, allowing him to return to his distant hometown in an instant.

Beneath the world that has been completely filled and transformed by fel energy, in the core of the planet, dark green fel magma flows around a sleeping "giant".

Under Dick's gaze, the blue giant slept in the heart of the planet in a state between "reality" and "illusion".

It was the supreme divine body of a Titan in the material world, but it had not yet been fully forged. The overflowing evil power from all over the world was constantly pouring into his body, making the gathering of this great power closer to reality with every minute and every second.

"This is the fel body Sargeras prepared for you."

Dick looked at Him and said:
"Drawing the life force of the entire Argus world to assist in the creation of the Force, using the method of forcing growth, you have completed in 25,000 years a journey that would normally take millions of years.

But it’s just a shell.”

"No"

The fragment of the star soul weakly denied it, and then wrapped Dick's mind and "sneaked" into the divine body that had not yet been completed.

The moment it penetrated, it was as if Diakum was thrown into a scorching magma hell, causing his spirit body to endure seemingly endless forging and tearing, even though the Star Soul fragments were protecting his mind.

If Dick's own spirit entered it, it would be torn to pieces and annihilated the moment it entered.

He knew that the Star Soul Fragment wanted to show him something crucial, so he endured the burning pain and followed His guidance. However, the deeper he went into the divine body, the clearer the words of corruption lingered in his ears.

Don't think that the Void Force is the only one that plays tricks on the mind.

The higher demons born in the twisting void are also well aware of these evil means of luring souls. Of course, compared with the silent "technical flow" of corruption of the void force, the corruption induced by fel energy is often mixed with a lot of rough fel energy pollution and infusion.

It is basically equivalent to the difference between the two pyramid schemes: southern brainwashing and northern boxing and kicking.

Dick recognized that those despicable and corrupt words must have come from the legendary Sisterhood of Destroyer Witches. This harmless name included the four most outstanding fallen witch masters born in the Twisting Nether. They were elite soldiers directly under the Dark Titan, responsible for torturing and corrupting worthy souls.

Tempting the Star Soul to fall is naturally the biggest challenge they can get.

"Have you endured this kind of suffering for twenty-five thousand years?"

Dick sighed and said:
"No wonder you're so angry. You feel like your long-term persistence and near-life-threatening sacrifices have only nurtured a group of ungrateful people. If I were you, I'd also feel it wasn't worth it. But is it possible that this self-destructive mentality stems from the guidance of these corrupting words? You've been influenced, there's no doubt about that."

The Star Soul Fragment remained silent as it continued to wrap Dick around it and move forward.

Perhaps because he wanted the "Hand of Argus" that he recognized to truly experience what he had experienced every day of the past 20,000 years, he also took a detour to let Dick better "view" the "Hell Amusement Park Package" that the Dark Titan arranged for him, the Star Soul Baby.

Until the end of this veritable hellscape, when they reached the spiritual boundary of Argus's body, Dick finally saw what Argus wanted to show him.

Another star soul!
No, that's not accurate.

That was the part that remained after Argus split the star soul will, but it was infused with the purest fel force by Sargeras himself to nourish this weak star soul fragment and continue to absorb and grow stronger.

Today, the remnant of the star soul that was once only breathing its last breath has grown into a lord of evil energy with a color interwoven with green and red.

The originally bright and dazzling light of the world also became scorching and brutal, and the crimson light entwined around its demonized spirit, as if covering it with a hideous armor of destruction.

His name is also "Agus".

But Dick can be sure that this thing is definitely not the same as the Star Soul fragment next to him!
"When He was born, I also felt it. We must return and converge, otherwise we will be unable to resist."

The Star Soul Fragment beside Dick explained to him in a discontinuous manner:

"He and I share the same origin. He is strong, I am weak, but as long as we persist, He will not awaken. But I cannot be trapped for long! The polluter, the demon, slaughters the Eredar, captures fragments, corrupts them, infuses them, devours them, and strengthens them. When He awakens, I perish.
You are homeless.”

"You gathered all the fragments of your will together to suppress the resurgence of the destructive will of this 'Nullifier'? Yes, although you are weak in absolute power, in terms of the ownership of the Star Soul Will, you are the orthodox one.

He is nothing more than a 'demon in your heart' shaped by the infusion of fel energy in your shadow.

As long as you don't admit defeat, He cannot take over your body.

Even though Sargeras prepared a body for Him, the Dark Titan could not directly help Him win this 'battle of wills'.

This is a war between you and yourself.”

Dick gave a thumbs-up and praised the Star Soul Fragment beside him:
"awesome!"

"Don't brag! Find a way. Quickly!"

The Star Soul obviously didn't need Dick to transform into an "Eredar Quaquaman" to provide him with emotional value at this critical moment.

He is really panicking now.

Especially with the wisdom accumulated from countless lives of the Draenei people that came with the return of the Star Soul fragments, he is no longer the frightened baby he used to be.

He knows how to think, so he can better understand the current crisis.

"The solution is Azeroth."

Dick said seriously:
"The Draenei, and even the current Eredar, simply don't possess the power to fight the Burning Legion head-on and retake their homeland. However, such a force exists on Azeroth. They defeated the Burning Legion and were able to continue developing for ten thousand years. Therefore, as long as we get help from that world, as long as we get the help of your powerful sister, plus the Army of the Light and the Eredar clans currently scattered across the astral sea, then a counterattack becomes possible!
Sachir once asked me that question. He asked me that at the end of every action we have to face Sargeras, and he was very curious about what solution I could come up with.

I can't figure out a solution right now.

But I believe salvation can be found in Azeroth.

If I can't find a way to save you there, then we can only face the tragedy of reaching the end. However, even if that day really comes, I will definitely come back here with the most powerful group of people I can find!

I will bring back the fragments you sent away, and when you face the Unmaker on the spiritual battlefield, we will fight this tyrant in the material world.

Even if it is death, there is honor in dying."

As he said this, he stepped forward in the form of a spirit body, wanting to take a closer look at the sleeping "Argus the Destroyer". However, just after taking a few steps, he saw that one of the tightly closed eyes of the huge Star Soul of Destruction in front of him suddenly opened.

The blood-red pupils looked down at him, and in the mere moment of eye contact, Dick's spirit was shattered.

He covered his head and groaned, then knelt down in front of the holy chalice of the Holy Land of Ogin. Then he reached out his trembling hand to grab the holy chalice to stand up, and wiped the blood from his nostrils.

Good guy.

That glance just now shattered my spirit.

He even saw the familiar scenery of the Abyss in a trance. Fortunately, his real body was not there.

He gasped, trying to steady his breathing, then looked up at the ball of world light still swirling above him, and said:
"You haven't created similar fragment nodes elsewhere, have you?"

"No. They are fighting. The Light leads and protects them. The shard is safe."

The node of the Star Soul Will answered in this way, which made Dick feel at ease. It seemed that the situation in other Eredar's star worlds was much more stable than Draenor.

"Then can you share what I just saw with others?"

Dick leaned against the chalice, stroking the Hearts of Argus piled on it.

He whispered:

"I mean, show it to every Draenei in Draenor who currently holds the Heart of Argus, let them know that you are always by our side, let them know that their homeland is never far away from them, and let them realize that our connection with you has never been severed by time and space.

In fact, you should have done this a long time ago.

If we are your children, if you expect us to walk on the right path, then you cannot wait until a big mistake has been made before abandoning us. When the signs of bad things appear, you should wield your big fist and hit us a few times.

This is the correct way to guide and educate children.

Let them see, Argus.

I'll just wait here.

I am waiting here with you for the answers to your questions from those who hold the Heart of Argus. If most people have forgotten the World Oath, then I will take you away from this world and go to Azeroth to find salvation.

But if they still remember their promise.
Then I hope you can give us one more chance, one last chance to prove that the Draenei are not cowards.

We will defeat the Legion here, defeat the Defiler and its minions, and dedicate this victory to you as the clarion call for our return home."

"They. Not you."

Agus repeated what he had said before, but Diakum shook his head and said:

"They are not me, but they have the opportunity to become a better version of me. I have great confidence in my people and my children. If they fail to surpass me, it only means that I failed to lead them well.

Let them see.

Let them experience firsthand what their homeland has suffered over the past 20,000 years, let them realize that you have never given up in the face of evil provocations, and let them share your glory and your courage.

The war is about to begin!

We need this encouragement, and so does the world.”

The node of the Star Soul Fragment hesitated for a moment, then said:

"The fragments merge. They cannot be divided any further. They must have a carrier. You! As a carrier, it will affect you."

"I already have a part of Naaru in me, so it shouldn't be a big problem to carry a part of the Star Soul's thinking."

Dick waved his hands and said:

"As long as you believe I can bear this burden, then I am willing to become your eyes and your hands, become your spokesperson to meet your ancient sister and seek Ai-chan's wisdom. But before we set off, we must confirm that your children are still brave.

Are you worried about getting a bad answer?
Don’t you have confidence in your own children?

During the 25,000 years you suffered, the Draenei didn't enjoy happiness every day."

He held the Hearts of Argus in his hands and stroked them. Every battle scar on them represented a thrilling battle, and the warrior souls standing around him also stretched out their hands at this moment.

The first hand was placed on Diakum's shoulder, patted encouragingly, then the second, and the third.

The palms of those spirits quickly overlapped, eventually forming a tangible encouragement, causing Diakum to turn around and nod to the warriors behind him.

In this silent conversation, he said:
"Leave it to me, everyone! I will protect Him, and I will protect them as well. I will also pass the artifacts you left behind on to warriors as powerful as you. You are all being watched by the Star Spirits. Death cannot take you away. Please continue to bless these children."

He held high the Heart of Argus in his hand. The spirits saluted the Sentinel and then merged into it, turning their own existence into part of the Heart of Argus, like the "final reinforcement" of the artifact.

But there were obviously not enough pendants here for every spirit to reside in, so Dick finally raised his left hand and let the remaining spirits enter his pinky ring.

He loves being around the Warriors.

As he was seeing these warriors off, Argus's Star Soul Will Festival also made a decision. He would ask that question after twenty-five thousand years of silence.

"buzz"

At this moment, whether it was Archbishop Maladaar guarding outside the secret temple, or Lelan waiting in the visitation hall, or old Velen meeting Kara in the Temple of Karabor, or Nairi who was carrying out a surprise attack to capture the Sargerei cultists in Shadowmoon Valley.

All the Draenei who held the Heart of Argus felt the artifact, which had been silent for more than 20,000 years, vibrate.

This made them feel shocked and delighted, but the moment they touched the artifact, their minds were drawn back into the same mental torture that Diakum had experienced before.

It is still those scenes of oath-breaking recorded by the Heart of Argus, and it is still the torture of feeling the hammering of fiery lava and the temptation of corrupted words.

Just as Dick suggested.

The Star Soul no longer concealed his worries and disappointment. He hoped to get a clear answer from the current Draenei.

Do the Eredar still remember their oath to their homeland? Do the Draenei still wish to return home? Do the exiles still hold fast to their noble beliefs? Do the resistance still have the courage to fight to the end?
This is important!

This will directly determine whether Star Soul, who has been disappointed once, can still have the courage to give his children a second and final chance.

This is a difficult decision for Xinghun.

His suffering was not caused by a group of draenei who had broken their oath and betrayed him, but was nothing compared to the torture he endured.

He was simply sad that he could no longer trust his traveling children as completely as he had trusted the Eredar during the Thirty Days' War.

For parents, this is real despair.

So, will the Draenei let Him down a second time?

(End of this chapter)