Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 151 50. Then, in the name of an oath, give your heart to the future of Draenor

"Ahem, Ms. Draka, can you still hold on?"

In the lower city of Shattrath, where the infected gathered, Hatton, leaning on his cane, asked softly:

"Would you like me to use the power of the elements to help you resist weakness again?"

"I can hold on. My child can hold on too. Go'el is strong. He will become a great orc leader."

Draka, whose face was covered with gray spots, struggled to get up from her drowsiness. The next moment, she was frightened by the person in front of her. She rubbed her eyes and wondered if she had seen it wrong.

"Archon Hatton, have you shrunk?"

The orc heroine couldn't think of any adjective to describe the Archon in front of her. His once robust frame had become hunched and much smaller. This made her realize a rather terrifying possibility, and she exclaimed:
"You are transforming into a Broken One? But aren't you still persisting?"

"Mental fortitude cannot withstand the gradual transformation of the body. We Eredar are very sensitive to external energies. This is what happens when we are eroded. Don't worry. I have convinced myself to accept my fate calmly."

Hatton chuckled deeply, a glimmer of light flashed in his cloudy eyes, and he said:
"Although I can no longer feel the comfort of the Holy Light, at least the elements haven't left me. Perhaps because they are more pure, my control over the elements has become even stronger. Haha, perhaps this is some kind of 'blessing'?"

"Please stop making such infernal jokes!"

Draka said loudly:

"Once a leader like you becomes a Broken One, your people, etc., there's a voice next to you! There! In the corner."

She struggled to grab the hand axe that she never left behind, and Hatton looked back in surprise.

In the corner of the room, as the two people watched in amazement, a wild grass was growing at an unimaginable speed, like an outburst of vitality, eventually turning the weed into a vine, and in the entanglement and shaping, it formed a "little wood spirit".

The latter moved his body and walked over, a strange smile appearing on his stiff face. Then he stretched out his hands, letting tiny vines spread out and connect to the wrists of Hatton and Draka.

It's just like "diagnosing pulse by hanging thread".

It uses this method to check the specific situation of the "demon plague".

After a moment, the little forest elf retracted the vines, waved his hand, and signaled the two to follow.

Hatton helped the weak Draka out of the room. In the square in front of them, there were infected people everywhere who were led out of the rest area by various "vegetative patients", and a large pot had been set up in the center of the square.

A tall forest elf kept picking up ingredients from the various herbs held high by the magic pod man beside him and throwing them into the pot to boil. Various birds flying in the sky also threw the herbs they picked into the pot, and there were even some things that were difficult to evaluate.

For example, some tubers with soil on them and the poop of some wild animals.

In short, many strange ingredients were added to the pot, giving the medicinal soup a strange smell.

Everyone was watching this scene until a few minutes later, when the medicinal soup was ready. The tall forest spirit picked up the bowl, poured a spoonful of it into it, and held the strangely colored medicinal soup towards the crowd.

The demonic plague transformed by the polluter himself is not so easy to clean up, and it requires constant attempts to cure it.

It now needs a drug tester who is not afraid of death.

As everyone watched hesitantly, Hatton, who had already shown signs of being a Broken One, strode forward, took the medicine soup, put it under his nose and sniffed it, then frowned at the strange smell.

He glanced at the forest spirit.

The forest spirit also stared at him expressionlessly, blinking its eyes as if to say:
"Drink, drink, this is your fate."

"So, what's the price? My life?"

Archon Hatton looked at the bubbling, sticky medicine in the bowl, muttered something, tilted his head back and drank it.

The Diakite kid had already found a "doctor" for them.

Although these forest elves seem unreliable, since they have come, they certainly cannot be here to carry out another "massacre", so let's drink this bowl of potion in the name of a healthy future.

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"Crack."

Ansu let out a nervous hiss, folded his wings timidly, and cautiously approached the Wild Heart surrounded by dead vines in front of him. Diakum hid behind and watched Ansu's actions.

He had to make sure that Ansu was alright after coming into contact with the Wild Heart before he could go forward and touch it.

This is not to intentionally use old Ansu as cannon fodder, but mainly because Ansu and the Heart of Draenor have a "relationship" after all. Even if the Heart of the Wild refuses its request for help, it will not be harmed. But he is a real outsider. Considering the tragic experience of the Heart of Draenor being "beaten up by outsiders and eventually died tragically", it is hard to say what problems will arise if he touches it rashly.

Although his "parents" were here, if the wild life filled with hatred really gave it its all, his small body, which was not even half-god, would not be able to withstand it.

As he watched, Ansu touched the Heart of Life with his wings. Then the old crow let out a shrill scream, which startled Dick. He hurried forward to pull it out, but before he could do anything, he heard Ansu roar:

"Don't! Don't touch me! I just felt pain when I was crossing the realm of life and death. I saw it in Ardenweald! Thank you, the ancestor of Draenor, for helping me see those spirit seeds. Quack!

The demigod of all life fields in the entire starry sea!

They all go there after death. They sleep there, waiting to be chosen by the Queen of Winter. But the garden, the spirit garden, withered.
Do not!
That damned malfeasant!
She has interrupted the cycle of life. Cock, curse her, peck her to death!

"Stop cursing and hurry up to find Rukhma! You are a living being. Even with the assistance of the Primordial One of Life, your spirit cannot wander freely in the dead realm for long."

Diakum reminded loudly:
"Hurry and find her! Rukhmar is a spirit of fire, and her spirit seed should be scorching. There aren't many spirit seeds like that in Ardenweald, so she should be easy to find."

"Quack, I'm looking for too many, too many! How many demigods are waiting to be resurrected here? Too many, like the stars in the sky. There are no people taking care of them."

Ansu has entered a kind of "trance" state.

It was trying really hard to find its wife's spirit seed, but its power was simply not able to be exerted in a holy place like the Ardenweald. It could only rely on the most primitive visual search, and that place was very large. Ansu couldn't find the right path the first time he went there.

It could feel that its time was slipping away every second, which made Old Ansu so anxious that he kept yelling but could not come up with a solution.

"Amazing Diakam! Are you just going to stand by and watch? Come up with something! I'll be your slave! I'll fight for you! Help me! Help me find my wife!"

It roared.

As expected of the Midnight Crow God, he quickly came up with a plan to break the deadlock. Faced with the request for help, "Magic Dick" hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, grabbed Ansu's wings and said to it:
"We can only ask for 'off-field support'. Quick! Call Bwonsamdi!"

"Who is that?"

Ansu asked, and Dick said helplessly:

"The worst bastard Death God you could imagine. Its domain is in another world, but it has its own territory in Ardenweald. It's doing pretty well, and it's a 'helper'. It'll be willing to help you find Rukhmar.

But Ansu, I have to remind you that Bwonsamdi is a real bastard!

If you ask it for help, you will definitely have to pay a price, and it will definitely be a heavy price that you may regret for the rest of your life."

"How can I care about this or that now? Quack!"

Old Ansu was also determined to give it his all. He didn't care about what he would have to pay in the future. The most important thing right now was to find a wife. So, with Diakum's magical trick, this guy appeared as a wandering spirit in the unfamiliar Ardenweald, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Bwonsamdi, come and help me."

It was quite a commotion, and there was indeed a response very quickly.

"Oh my goodness, old Bwonsamdi is sleeping in in the other world today, and how come an ignorant outsider disturbs me? Don't you know that old Bwonsamdi has a bad temper?"

A sinister voice appeared before Ansu's eyes, and a strange troll-style mask emerged from the dark spiritual fire. It circled around Ansu several times before saying in amazement:

"Ah, the sun really rises in the west! How come a demigod from the mortal world has sneaked into our land of the dead? Where did you come from, you ugly crow beggar? Are you begging for food in our Ardenweald?
Well, let old Bwonsamdi borrow your eyes to see what the situation is like over there.
do not move!

I will only help you if you satisfy old Bwonsamdi's curiosity, otherwise there is no room for negotiation!"

Under the threat of this guy, Old Ansu could only let it coil around his spirit with its extremely cold consciousness, and let this foreign god of death use his eyes to observe this side.

The Troll Death looked over and saw a blue-skinned hoofed man looking at it curiously, but old Bonsandi ignored him.

Tsk, he's just a long-tailed Holy Spear idiot from a strange race, not worth paying attention to at all.

It controlled Anzu's spirit to raise its head, intending to see what was happening here, and then it noticed the Wild Heart of Draenor, which frightened Bwonsamdi, and it screamed:

"Look what Bwonsamdi, that lonely old troll, has found! A dead Progenitor of Life! This world is so damn lucky, but so damn unlucky. Tsk, what a shame! This could have been another cosmic deity for the Pantheon of Life."

But now there is nothing left but a wreck filled with hatred."

Just as Bwonsamdi was speaking, Diakum noticed that the Argus Star Soul had also turned its attention.

"Huh? What's this? The demigod from the Dead Realm is making so much noise?"

The Spirit of Argus spoke.

The troll death god, who had been laughing loudly at Draenor's miserable fate, turned his head tremblingly like a chicken with its neck strangled. When he noticed the image of Argus surrounded by the light of the world, he let out a terrified scream like a big-butt girl who was robbed by a robber in a dark alley.

"Ah! Master Xinghun has appeared! No! Don't capture me and make me your slave!"

"Swoosh" this bully rushed back to his home in Ardenweald, and no matter how Old Ansu called him, he didn't make a sound.

But old Bwonsamdi was obviously a man of appearances. He had promised to help before, so before he was scared and hid back home, he gave Ansu a coordinate and asked it to fly there. Finally, it found Rukhmar's spirit seed on a cliff near the heart of the Ardenweald Forest.

That is a seed.

But because it is a spiritual body, it appears to be a mysterious and beautiful dark blue, very much like a gem that is a gathering of energy. And because of Rukhma's fire spirit attribute, this surprisingly large spiritual seed is surrounded by a circle of warm and scorching sunlight.

Unlike those unappreciated spirit species, Rukma was obviously well taken care of by the "locals" of Ardenweald.

They even wove a very comfortable seed bag for Rukhma's spirit seed, and made it into a bird's nest so that she could float in the air. There were even some clever Night Fae elves who wove a beautiful wreath for Rukhma to put on her spirit seed.

As Old Ansu approached with tears in his eyes, a ball of fire also surged from the spirit seed.

It surrounded Ansu's spirit body like a warm hug, sticking close to it, whispering to it in whispers that had not been heard for a long time, and soothing the lonely and desolate heart of old Ansu.

Old Ansu's attention was entirely on Rukhmar's spirit seed. However, Diakum, who could also get a glimpse of the scenery of the Ardenweald through his observation, noticed another spirit seed in the dark place under the cliff not far away.

When Old Ansu was about to withdraw from the room reluctantly as time was running out, Dick reminded him:

"Look over there! My previous guess about Sethe's spirit seed was correct. You gods of Arak are quite respected in Ardenweald. Perhaps because we have the same origin, Sethe's spirit seed was also placed here.

You must be prepared that when Rukhmar is resurrected in the future, Sethe will return with him.

It will never let you go, the one who killed it."

"Quack! Let it come! If I could eat it the first time, I can certainly eat it the second time!"

After confirming that his wife was "alive" well in the other world, Old Ansu's morale was instantly boosted. As he returned to the supernatural realm of Wild Heart, he flapped his wings and shouted:

"Rukma told me the principle of spirit seed resurrection. You are right. Those dead demigods will be resurrected after the seeds are planted in the Winter Queen's Spirit Seed Garden and return to the material universe according to the direction of their hometown.

However, if my hometown is gone, my Rukhmar will have to stay in the world of death forever.
Protecting this world means protecting my lover's way home. Quack! I know what to do!

Whether it is a demon-blooded orc or a demon!

Even if it costs me my life, they will never destroy this world, and they will never stop the return of the Sun God! Anyone who causes pain to this world, I will not let go! Quack!

"But you can't stop those malicious people."

Diakum shook his head. However, Old Ansu spoke in a gentle tone that made the saint's hair stand on end. He said:

"Wouldn't it be better if we died in battle? If we are assigned to the same place after death, wouldn't that mean I could also be a spirit seed with my Rukhma?"

"Stop!"

The Sentinel slapped the mad old Ansu on the head and scolded him:
"Wake up! Rukhmar is treated kindly by those face-obsessed elves in Ardenweald because she's noble and powerful. But look in the mirror and see yourself. You're filled with shadows and emptiness. If you were to go to hell, you'd probably only be fit to sit at the same table with Sethe.

This lickspittle is truly hopeless, and don't forget, that's Bwonsamdi's territory! You still owe that slayer a favor, and it's only a matter of time before he comes after you.

Be prepared, Bwonsamdi's favor won't be easy to repay."

As he spoke, he turned around and looked at Draenor's Wild Heart. After Star Soul finished talking with it, Diakum knew it was time for him to step forward.

He walked forward with respect, touched the heart of life wrapped in withered vines, and said:
"I can't boast that I understand your resentment. Being strangled to death in your cradle by a passing Titan before you were even fully born must have been an extremely painful experience. It's only natural that you hate this world created by the Titans' interference.

However, when those rock lives turned into strong flesh and blood, your life force was also at work. The main theme of this world has always been the entanglement and confrontation between the power of Titans and the power of life. You have never given up on taking back the world that belongs to you, so those lives can also be regarded as the continuation of your struggle.

They are all your children.

Led by an outsider like me, they have formed the Alliance of K'ure, and vowed to fight to the end against those enemies who want to destroy this world. They are protecting themselves, but they are also protecting you.

This world was born because of you, and this world is the continuation of your will and echo. Just like the burnt ashes, the Eredar are also struggling to persist in the starry sea, waiting to be rekindled.

You have one last chance to bloom."

Diakum took a step back, opened his arms, and shouted:
"I've heard of legends about a 'World Tree' in a distant world. Perhaps Draenor also needs one. The life forms that thrive in this world need to be aware of where they come from. Only by knowing where they come from can they find their way back.

It is clear to me that the Alliance of K'ure was formed only because we have a common enemy.

This unity under heavy pressure is only temporary. Once the demons retreat, this covenant with many internal conflicts may fall apart in an instant. At that time, the entire world of Draenor will be plunged into the war of conquest again.

I relied on my personal strength to suppress the conflict. I know that the unity of the K'ure Alliance today is more due to the fact that I, the leader, am still here. They chose to unite because they were afraid of my punishment.

But I won't be here forever.

What will happen to the world after I am gone?
The miracles created by individual bravery will end with the individual's demise. They must realize what they are fighting for in order for the seeds of unity to take root and sprout.

There is no star soul in Draenor, but it can also have its own world will!

That's you!

Only you are qualified enough to become the core of the world and become the magnificent banner that inspires the sons of Draenor to fight to the death! As long as you are still there, this strong world will never fall!
They will shoulder even greater missions in the future!"

The sentinel looked at the beating heart of life in front of him. It had been weak for too long, and the dead vines surrounding it represented that it was actually on the verge of extinction.

The heart of life needs a chance to be reborn from the ashes.

The prerequisite is that it can let go of its hatred for the world itself, choose to truly merge with it, and borrow the nutrients of the entire Draenor to feed its final bloom. That also means that it will embrace the world and become the true will of Draenor.

As Diakum said, when a world speaks, the children of the world and the enemies of the world had better listen.

"Listen to him"

The Soul of Argus also spoke at this time:

"He saved me. He will save you too. You, dying, yet your vengeance remains unrequited! Aggramar. On Argus! Your enemies are in the home of the Eredar! My children will return to their homeland, to reclaim their heritage and their world, and there the corrupted Aggramar will meet them.

Delano.
I promise you revenge!
When they return home, I will allow your descendants to accompany them!"

“Agramar!!!”

If Diak'um's persuasion only shook Draenor's heart of life, then the promise of revenge given by Argus completely ignited the inextinguishable hatred in this wild heart full of hatred.

At this moment, not only in this green supernatural space, but all the plants and forest elves in the entire Evergrove, and even Rexxar who was there to appreciate nature, heard the roar of the Wild Heart.

It shouts the name of the enemy.

It seemed to draw new strength from the ancient hatred, like a weak fire suddenly bursting out at this moment.

This is it.

This is the other side of life force.

No mercy, no forgetfulness! Always wild, always brutal! If there is hatred, then blood debt will be paid with blood!
The fact that Draenor can produce orcs, who are gifted at playing with anger, is most likely related to this source of wild vitality.

As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. If you look at how extreme the orcs' ancestors were, you will probably understand why they always shout "victory or death" and launch one Waaaagh after another.

"I can no longer travel far, so I will turn this world into a blade of revenge!"

The heart surrounded by withered vines began to beat again, and it roared:
"Children of the world, those rebellious sons. I will grant them the ancient wrath! Revenge! Revenge on the Titan invaders! Anyone who dares to disrupt this 'Revenge Crusade' will be an enemy of Draenor!"

"Uh, okay."

Diakum sighed and said:
"Although it's not quite the persuasion I imagined, at least you nodded. Then, welcome to the K'ure Alliance, sir."

"You too shall be a blade of vengeance, draenei!"

Diakum heard the Wild Heart's command to him.

At the same time, he felt that the seed in his body was growing and "melting" at a rapid speed.

"Fel taints your Supreme Lord, Order desires to capture Him, even your Light covets Him, but Argus must be free! He must choose his own future! You are His guardian, and you must protect Him from the calamity we bring upon Him.
Those who are humiliated and share the same suffering also have the power to resist.

Go and fight!

To the demons, to the Titans, to all the thieves who covet your hometown!"

The wild world, filled with hatred, roared at the vigilant:

"You were once the 'Butcher of Holy Light,' and now you are the trampling hoof of wild life! I grant you this ancient wrath. You must never bow to them again! Never bow to those abominable gods of order again!"

"Um?!"

(End of this chapter)