Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 96:51. The Mystery of Oshu'gun

"Did you foresee that our contact with the orcs would result in an unexpected breakthrough from Garona?"

The next morning, in the large group heading to the Holy Land of Oshu'gun, Lelan, who hadn't slept all night, yawned and whispered to the Sentinel who was riding the sacred warhorse beside him:

"The more I thought about it in the second half of the night, the more bizarre it seemed. It seemed that after entering Garadar, although you hid behind the scenes, the development of things has been moving forward according to your guidance, especially the unexpected factor of Garona.

You clearly know how to remove her mind spell, which is easy for a legendary priest, but you want me to come in person. I thought this was a test for me, but now it seems that you hope to use me to let the orcs see the truth with their own eyes.

"Hmm, I feel like you're describing a wise arcanist who has everything under control and is omnipotent, not an old vindicator who can't think and only knows how to use his muscles, my child."

Dick gave a subtle smile and said:
"But how could my brain, burned by the Holy Light, come up with such a perfect plan? So I think you should regard all this as the guidance of fate at the right time.

Is Garona okay?"

Facing Dick's answer, Leland showed an expression that said, "I don't believe you, the old man is the worst." Then, she glanced at the "prison van" at the back of the team and sighed.
“We brought back her spirit and will, but she is still very weak.

Gul'dan's dark commands are still haunting her soul. The orc warlock Yorin told me that Garona will not be able to control herself until the hidden danger of the Orb of Domination is resolved. The child asked to be put into the prison cart because she was afraid that she would lose control and hurt others.

The child said a lot to me in the second half of the night.

She confessed to me and repented for everything that had happened to her in the past six months. Under Gul'dan's twisted temptation, she did many bad things and her hands were stained with the blood of orcs who were unwilling to obey Gul'dan.

There was even a time when she was seconded to the great traitor Ossar, and the several 'accidents' that occurred in the Karabor Temple a few months ago were all her doing.

Alas, you are right.

She forced herself to merge into the darkness in order to survive, but it's not her fault!

Although her body was matured by magic, she is only a twelve-year-old child after all, and she does not have the strong mind of an adult."

"The mind of an adult? No, the mind of an ordinary person is nothing when facing a villain as extraordinary as Gul'dan."

Diakum shook his head and said:
"Garona is destined to take a long time to recover, and if you believe that the child will become the hope of her unique 'race' in the future, and will become a symbol of the transformation of the relationship between orcs and draenei, then I hope you will continue to serve as her guardian.

Leilan, I will be busy with the affairs of Oshu'gun next, so the task of finding the Orb of Domination will be left to you three.

This is your true trial."

“Well, we’d like to do that!

Gaiara and Garrosh made it clear they would help. They would be happy to personally kill a few Shadow Council bastards to apologize for the tragedy of the Bladewind clan. That orc warlock, Jorrin, who took my 'deposit', will also be involved.

Leland paused and whispered:
"But Yolin said you killed his father, so..."

"Well, the wheel of hatred begins to turn."

The Sentinel smiled, waved his hand and said:

"Tell him for me that he can come to me any time he wants, whether it's for a long talk or revenge.

But considering the current dire situation of the Bleeding Hollow Clan, Jorin Deadeye should perhaps shoulder more important responsibilities besides personal vendettas. After all, Chief Kilrogg specifically sent him to Garadar not to let him die recklessly.

The Bleeding Hollow Clan's rituals allow them to see the scenes of their own death, and the same death can have different meanings in different circumstances.

I leave the choice to Yolin.

The young man was able to choose with his own hands the different consequences his death would have on him and his people.

Go for it. "

"Ah."

Leilan nodded and urged his Tabu sheep to go to the prison van to feed his "daughter" some water and food.

But after she left, Diakum did not have the power to quietly appreciate the Nagrand grasslands and use it to reminisce about his hometown in his memory. Soon another visitor appeared beside him.

"You look relaxed."

The orc heroine Draka rode a sturdy snow-white wolf towards Diakum and asked in a bold tone:
"We are about to arrive at the Holy Mountain of Oshu'gun. Even if the tragedy of the Bladewind Clan is proven to be a frame-up by Gul'dan and the Shadow Council, the fact that the ancestral spirits are suffering is indeed inseparable from you, the Draenei.

If you cannot resolve this matter before our eyes, it means that neither side can reach a peaceful covenant.

But that's why you came here. Shouldn't you be feeling the pressure of taking action now?
What if I fail?

"Good question. If I fail, if I can't resolve His Majesty K'ure's troubles and have no choice but to do something extreme, do you really think that an old warrior like me, shaped by the decisive battles of my hometown, will only pray for peace?

No, I'm just giving peace a chance before I roll up my sleeves."

Diakum smiled and said to Draka:
"Look, the pacifists in the orc civilization are all here now. I will 'invite' you to Shattrath City for protection. If I can't save this world, I can at least 'set it on fire' with my own hands.

With the current strength of the Draenei, before the war tribe completes its final integration, I will lead the bravest warriors to carry out a desperate assault on the war fortress in the Nataran Jungle. With the assistance of Velen and His Majesty Kara, I am 90% sure that I can kill Chieftain Blackhand on his throne!

After we completely destroy the 'Axis of War', you will come forward to clean up the mess, and the world will still be at peace.

Please understand, I am not cowardly begging for peace on my knees. I never intended to do that!

As I said, this is just a chance for kind people who hold the "peace concept" to turn the tide before the war breaks out. If their efforts and my efforts cannot bring the results I want, then I can completely choose another way!

The orcs can certainly start a war any day they like, but they don't have the final say on when the war ends."

"Are you serious?"

Draka looked at Diakum seriously.

She undoubtedly sensed the imminent imminence of a sea of blood and corpses from Diakum's gentle words.

She realized that the Draenei saint who had been active in Garadar as a "priest" who healed diseases and saved lives had another identity. According to Ner'zhul, Diak'um Zastins had been one of the war leaders of the Eredar more than 20,000 years ago.

If necessary, he can transform into an iron-blooded commander like Chieftain Blackhand.

What's worse is that from the truth that Draenei saw, young Draenei like Yrel and traditional Draenei like Lelan were very willing to obey Diak'um's leadership and regarded it as an honor.

He wasn't kidding, he could actually do this!
"The eredar's open arms protect their friends and strike fear into their enemies!"

Facing Draka's nervous question, Dick nodded seriously and said:

"I'm serious, so you'd better not expect anything to go wrong in today's operation. But please rest assured. As long as there are no major deviations, I am confident that I can end His Majesty K'ure's suffering and rescue the orcs' ancestral spirits from the 'Song of Sorrow'.

My confidence does not come from force. Do you see the mark of light on my forehead?"

He pointed to the Holy Light Seal on his forehead that was dancing like a candle flame and said:

"This is the mark of merit bestowed upon me by His Majesty K'ure in my homeland over 20,000 years ago. This mark allows me to communicate with it better. Perhaps, I am the only Draenei left in Draenor who can communicate with it without any obstacles."

“I hear sadness.”

Draka said:

"So, the guardian naaru who has been trapped in our sacred mountain for over two hundred years is your friend?"

"No, I'm not familiar with it. Even in my hometown, we only had a few words and met once."

Dick sighed and said:
"But I and all the Draenei owe it a debt of gratitude. In our most critical moment, it was His Majesty K'ure who gave us hope. Now it is our turn to give it hope in return. This is what I hope to show the orcs.

The Draenei are a race that knows how to be grateful. After the world of Draenor embraced us, we had every reason to contribute our strength to the survival of this world. But we are only 'staying' here temporarily after all, and you orcs are the real children of this world!
When your hometown is facing a crisis, you should be more proactive than us in helping it rather than destroying it.

In this war started by the orcs, the people who should make the most choices are not the Draenei, but you! Ms. Draka, please ask yourself, will you let your world down?

You don't have to tell me the answer.

I faced the same question myself, asking myself it between battles during the final days of my homeworld of Argus.

Even to this day, I still ask myself that.

We were forced to flee our homeland to survive. I hope the same tragedy won't happen to you, my orc friends. But with all due respect, if you don't think of a solution...
Perhaps the next time the Draenei set sail, there will be a group of 'orc refugees' on our ship."

After saying this, Diakum gave Draka a polite smile and took the initiative to end the conversation.

He looked into the distance to admire the refreshing scenery of the Nagrand Prairie, and then compared it with the Krokuun Prairie in his memory.

At this moment, he seemed to understand why his brother Jaid and his father, the Governor, had been reluctant to give up the town of Tara for more than two hundred years.

This place looks so much like Krokuun!

Rolling hills, endless green grasslands, the rivers that run through the grasslands and every gust of wind blowing across the prairie.

Perhaps for Grand Archon Hatton, General Jaid and the commanders of the Krokuun Legion, this is the hometown they have always wanted to return to but can no longer return to.

During this slightly sad journey, this almost elite team of Garadar finally arrived at the Holy Mountain of Oshu'gun in the afternoon of the same day.

That Crystal Mountain is really exaggerated.

It stands on the Nagrand grassland like the most luxurious white jewel adorning the earth. The irregular shape reflects the flowing light under the sunlight, which is a brilliance that no one can ignore. No wonder the orcs regard this place as their holy land.

This is truly a magnificent spectacle that could hardly be created by pure natural forces.

Even the Draenei could hardly imagine that their crashed spaceship would have created such a grand spectacle after more than two hundred years of changes.

This may be due to "materials science"!
After all, the Naaru's jeweled spaceship is more like a magical vehicle than a technological creation.

It is actually normal for such a wonderful "property transformation" to occur under the entanglement and infection of the world's elements after more than two hundred years of no maintenance.

Mount Oshu'gun is not just a bare crystal mountain. When the spacecraft crashed here, the broken crystal fragments were scattered around this prairie, forming large and small crystal ridges.

The orcs set up camps on this ridge. Because of the neutral nature of Garadar, these camps are maintained by Mother Gaiaan.

The twice-yearly Kshhag Festival is also held here. It is the grandest ceremony in the world of Draenor. During the ceremony, orcs from all clans will temporarily put aside their hatred and conflicts and enjoy the noisy festival.

In addition, this ceremony is also the most grand and traditional "blind date meeting" that male and female orcs can find in their hometown.

It was during the Ksh'harg ceremony that Draka and Durotan fell in love at first sight.

It's said that Chieftain Blackhand and his wife fell in love here. Even Grom, the "wife-beater," found "love" here, though his wife's fate was indeed tragic. "Saint! General Jaid has also arrived with a team of hunters. Go check it out! Yrel said she thought she saw Archon Hatun!"

Nobundo came running to report the news, which made Dick raise his eyebrows and hurriedly follow him.

Sure enough, at the front of the orc team, Ner'zhul and Mother Gaia were talking to a Draenei who was wearing a hood to hide his figure.

As Diakum approached, he saw Jaid throw Garrosh to the ground with his bare hands.

That Jadney wrestling technique is really authentic!
"Why are you still bullying children?"

Dick sighed and said:
"You're over 20,000 years old. Can you be more steady, General?"

"This kid took the initiative to provoke me."

Jaid sighed helplessly and said:
"He's just as reckless as a fool, determined to avenge the orcs of the Bladewind clan. What can I do? It was indeed me who led the team to annihilate that heartless clan. I won't deny that."

"Stop putting the blame on yourself, Jaid, you're as aggressive as a ram."

Dick stepped forward and whispered seriously:

"You and the Krokuun Legion were simply tricked by Gul'dan's Shadow Council and used as a knife. Ask Leland for the details. This reckless young orc also knows the truth. He knows we were wronged, and he just can't swallow that anger."

"Ok?"

Jaid looked at Dick in surprise. After listening to Dick's brief account of Garona, the Hunter General immediately became serious. He whistled to call his heavily armored Talbuk to rush over, and with his outstanding riding skills, he jumped on it and rushed towards the prisoner wagon of the convoy followed by his guards.

Dick cast a levitation spell on the bruised Garrosh and shook his head.
"You might as well have fought Jaid with an axe. At least that way you could have died with dignity! He's the Krokuun champion of the Jadeni Tournament for twenty-seven consecutive years. Even I'm afraid of him in close combat. Where do you get the courage?"
So, you're bound to have a problem with shamans in this life, right?
You should be thankful that Jaid didn't take your provocation seriously, as he is one of the most powerful war shamans among the draenei clans."

"I will certainly avenge those of the Bladewind Clan who perished at your hands, but that blue-skinned general is a warrior who won't let go of any provocation. He's the kind of opponent warlocks love most. He didn't deny the blood on his hands like a coward, but he did bear the hatred and slander that shouldn't be directed at him. Therefore, I can't use weapons in my battle with him!

That's beneath my honor!"

While baring his teeth and enduring the pain, the roaring young man stiffened his neck and said:
"But I'll knock him down sooner or later! It's just a matter of time."

"Ah, yes, yes, you should work hard in training from now on. Remember not only to train your muscles but also train your brain. As long as you can live to be a thousand years old, I think you will definitely be able to beat Jaid in the field of wrestling."

Dick rolled his eyes, ignored the brainless young orc, and strode towards the three leaders in front.

Sure enough, hidden under the hood was the weathered old face of Archon Hatton.

He must have heard about Dick's plan, so he deliberately left his political affairs and took the risk to come here today to try to help his children solve the problem of Oshu'gun.

The Grand Archon really took a risk this time. The Oshu'gun Sanctuary is less than a few hours away from Grommashar, the headquarters of the Warsong Clan. Once the news of his appearance here is leaked, the warmongers of the Warsong Clan will definitely send out a large army to surround and kill him at all costs.

As one of the two current grand archons of the Draenei, if Hatton died here or was just injured, it would immediately detonate the already extremely tense situation between the two races.

"You shouldn't have come! Father Governor."

Dick said seriously:

“This is not a rational decision!”

"I know, but I consulted a priest for divination before I set out, my child."

Hatton didn't care. He waved his hand and said:

"The priests told me that today is my lucky day. I might be able to personally exchange for a precious peace that will determine the future of the world. Besides, I didn't come here for this matter. The craftsmen at Karabor Temple, under Velen's instructions, have specially forged a set of consecrated armor for you. The weapon you ordered earlier has also been forged.

However, the energy of the Kara crystal that you purified with your own hands was too great, and the blacksmiths were unable to complete the final quenching, so the weapon was only a semi-finished product. However, I personally inspected the weapon with its exaggerated shape.

Even if it is unfinished, it is enough for you now."

"We can talk about this later."

Dick glanced at the orcs scattered around him and said:
"Since you're here, let's enter the Holy Mountain of Oshu'gun together. Every minute you stay here carries a risk, so we'd better make a quick decision."

"Well, I brought you the hatch key to the Genedar, but I don't know if it's still useful."

Hatton took out an exquisite crystal key and said to the orc leaders in front of him:

"Without this thing, it would be difficult for you to pass through the complex interior of the Genedar and reach the navigation station. His Majesty K'ure has been staying there for over two hundred years. I know you have explored the interior of Crystal Mountain.

But I guess you haven't really seen His Majesty K'ure's current situation, right?"

"We don't need to see it in person, Grand Archon of the Draenei."

Mother Gaiaan said seriously:
"As long as you enter the Holy Mountain, the shamans can hear the wails of the ancestral spirits. Our ancestors are clearly bound and tortured by some force. A shaman master like Ner'zhul can even vaguely see through the ancestral vision that the strange crystal object is capturing our ancestors and throwing them into horrific punishment.

The orcs' resentment towards the draenei isn't just due to our superstition!

We have indeed heard the suffering of our ancestors with our own ears, and it is a humiliation and provocation that no orc warrior can endure."

“It’s a legacy issue.”

Archon Hatun did not hide his own mistakes. He led everyone to the entrance of Mount Oshu'gun and said:

"After we fell, Velen fell into a long coma and weakness. He was the only powerful priest among us who had the ability to treat the Naaru, but his own injuries prevented him from going. After Velen recovered a little, we immediately tried to enter the ruins of the Genedar.

Unfortunately, you had already designated this place as a holy place by then.

I don't know if you've heard this story from your ancestors, but Velen and I have come to your Kashhag festivals several times to seek a peaceful solution to the problem, but unfortunately you have sternly rejected us."

"This incident is indeed recorded in the animal hide scroll left behind by my sister, Mother Kashur, the previous legendary shaman of the Frostwolf Clan."

Mother Gaiaan said:

"That was one hundred and thirty years ago. She said she actually regretted rejecting the Draenei leader's proposal because, in her later years, the ancestral spirits had already shown signs of pain.

She felt that she had missed a great opportunity, but when she wanted to invite you to the Holy Mountain again, she was coldly rejected by your arrogant governor.

The matter was shelved.”

"It was that traitor, Osar, who was behind this. He must have realized that this incident could be used to incite hatred between the two tribes."

Hatton tapped the stone staff in his hand on the ground and scolded:
"That traitor cut off the possibility of both sides collaborating to resolve the issue, causing it to continue to fester until now. But perhaps there's still time."

"Let's go check on His Majesty K'ure first. I've already heard his groans of pain."

As they entered the winding corridor of the Holy Mountain, Dick covered his forehead and whispered:

"It is on its deathbed, but this death is long and painful. It can no longer endure. Thick darkness is engulfing it, and it is struggling to resist."

At Dick's urging, everyone quickened their pace.

The Genedar was a starship. After it crashed, the internal space extension completely failed, causing the space inside the Crystal Mountain to fall into complete chaos. This starship, which was continuously expanded during its exile, could once easily accommodate 200,000 people, and its internal space was like a three-dimensional city.

The orcs spent more than two hundred years trying to fully explore the ruins of the starship, but now with the help of the key in Hutton's hand, they quickly found the correct way to the navigation station in the central area of the spacecraft.

This place has been closed for more than two hundred years, and visible condensed shadows are emitted everywhere.

There are even strange "shadow creatures" moving around in the crystal corridor leading to the navigation station, making this place look not like a sacred place at all, but rather like a hopelessly filthy place.

The orcs raised their weapons and prepared to clear the way, but when Dick raised his hand and unleashed a clearing stream of holy light in the form of a holy star, the shadowy entity lurking before them immediately screamed and fled into the "deeper" part of the place.

As Grand Archon Hatton personally used the key to open the navigation station again, the scene before them shocked everyone.

Orcs!

The entire navigation platform, which had mostly collapsed, was filled with the spirits of the orcs' ancestors. The total number of these spirits, between reality and illusion, reached a staggering number of thousands. It was like a strange large-scale ritual, and they were chanting something.

It’s a pity that the living cannot hear the voices of the dead.

In front of them was the remains of a guardian Naaru, one-third of its body shattered, and most of the remaining two-thirds swallowed by the "liquid darkness".

Kurey.
It is still in the place where it once guided the Draenei across the sea of stars, but now it is difficult to see any trace of its sacred posture.

"What else do you have to say! Draenei."

The impulsive Garrosh saw this scene and angrily shouted:
"Your naaru monsters are torturing our ancestors"

"Shut up!"

It was not Dick but Ner'zhul who interrupted him. The old orc with wide eyes pushed Garrosh aside and strode forward.

He carefully observed the ancestral spirits in front of him. Mother Gaiaan and old Chief Zagrel also discovered the problem. They stepped forward despite the corrosion of the "Dark Song" and listened to the faint groans of the ancestral spirits.

Soon, they discovered the truth.

"The ancestors were not coerced! They sacrificed themselves willingly, throwing themselves into the irreparable wounds of the naaru, using their precious ether to help K'ure resist the call of this gloomy darkness.

The darkness here is exactly the same as the filth of Dark Star Kara!
It is the fallen call of the void!

Our ancestors are helping this Naaru maintain his last moments of consciousness, lest he completely fall into darkness and create a second 'Dark Star' in the Nagrand Grasslands!"

Ner'zhul, who knew the most about the "Dark Star", gritted his teeth and shouted:
"The truth is not what Gul'dan spread. The spirits of our ancestors and the sacred objects of the Draenei are not enemies. On the contrary, the friendship between them is beyond the imagination of us ignorant descendants."

"His Majesty K'ure is just like His Majesty Kara once was. He is about to fall into darkness!"

Yrel sighed, leaning on his hammer, but Dick shook his head and said:

“No! It’s different!
His Majesty K'ure is still resisting the transformation of the void's darkness. The noble sacrifice of the orc ancestors has given it the final strength to resist the void's corruption, but we must intervene.

Both sides are almost unable to hold on.

fast!
The shaman casts a spell to appease the spirits, and Yrel, as my assistant, prepares to cleanse the naaru, just as we did at the Temple of Karabor. His Majesty K'ure has saved us more than once, and now it's time for us to repay him!"

Ps:

Thanks to the "Xinxindiandeng" brothers and "Taoshuke" brothers for their rewards. I have accumulated more chapters and now owe 60 chapters. I am desperate.
(End of this chapter)