Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 845, Part 13: Epilogue - The Elder Brother's Advice: If you can win by relying on your looks, don't starve to death by working hard!

Time, in the eyes of the gods, is a beautiful and valuable ornament.

It's like the most perfect telescope, allowing those who sit high in the sky to fill their occasional leisure time with all the wonderful things that time has given birth to.

Even when merely observing, the gods must proceed with extreme caution, lest excessive attention overwhelm the fragile mortals living in their "glass houses."

Therefore, they all became a group of dark "voyeurs," making those mortals who could understand the meaning of the gods feel immense pressure. Who knows if, while doing something secretive, there might be a nosy fellow casting curious glances behind them?

What's most annoying is that there are some scoundrels among the gods who just love to watch the drama unfold.

Whenever a meticulously planned conspiracy is about to be realized but is suddenly intervened by a powerful force, shattering the conspirators' hopes, the angry sense of defeat can drive even the rats hiding in the shadows, lurking in the sunlight, mad.

Just like Draenor tonight.

As the swift and elusive Arakkoa assassins disappeared before dawn in Shattrath City, Garrosh on the ground breathed a sigh of relief.

The Khan of Maghhan was able to relax, wiping the blood from his hands with a handkerchief and straightening his elaborate formal attire, making sure he could attend the grand wedding that would be held there in a few hours.

Behind Growl, who had grown a beard to enhance his majesty, Jorin Deadeye, also dressed in traditional attire, leaned on his spine staff and walked forward with slightly unsteady steps.

He whispered:

"It has been inspected, and all the buried explosives have been disposed of, and the last remaining hidden danger has been eliminated."

Are you sure?

Although Xiaohou trusted his good friend, considering the importance of this wedding, he couldn't help but ask:
"Should we conduct another inspection? If it explodes at the wedding, and even one noble person is injured, I, as the leader of the natives of Draenor, dare not even imagine the extreme consequences."

"No need."

Jolin waved his hand, and amidst the faint, mournful cries of the souls, said with unwavering conviction:
"If those few bastards are strong enough to withstand my personal interrogation, then they, who are destined for great things, will not be mixed up with these sewer rats."

I have asked clearly.

The answer might leave you feeling a bit disappointed, but the ones preparing to disrupt the wedding are not demons from the Twisting Nether, but rather some extremists within the Void Avengers.

I also spoke with Archbishop Hataruru, and he confirmed that the explosives found contained Voidwalker technology. Those guys wanted to use this method to break our agreement with the Twoworld Walkers, forcing Draenor back into chaos, so that they, who have their eyes on the Ruthless Starsoul, could reap the benefits.

This answer made Xiao Hou frown. He shook his head and said:

"Ever since the Twinworld Walker and his followers settled permanently in Draenor, there have been no shortage of such troubles. That charlatan assured all the leaders of the Kourei Alliance that he would do everything in his power to keep the news of Kalecgos's existence here a secret, but it seems that the news has not been kept secret at all."

The mysterious murders that occurred last month in Nagrand have been identified as remnants of the Shadowguard Ethereals, and now, at this critical juncture, the Vengeful Spirits are causing trouble.
Ha, I think the biggest threat to Draenor will no longer be demons.

After the wedding, we need to have a good talk with the elusive Twin Realms Walker. If he really can't handle the internal conflicts among the ethereal beings, we're not incapable of doing it for him.

It's nothing more than a few star coordinates and a wolf pack raid.

"Tsk, the Khan's tone is getting more and more arrogant, truly displaying the majesty of a king."

Yolin joked:
"But aren't you underestimating those ethereal conglomerates that monopolize commerce in the Star Sea? Take my advice, don't make too much of a fuss about this at this stage. For now, Draenor should focus on recuperation and development."

As for the thoughts of the spirits, I can probably understand them.

Their connection with the Ruthless makes them desperate to reclaim their Star Souls; this extreme desire is beyond even the control of the Voidlings themselves.

Just as the saviors of Azeroth would do everything in their power to protect the Supreme Star Soul, and just as the Eredar would be exiled for over 20,000 years for Argus, the Children of the World always have a mysterious connection with the will of their world.

I think we should still give Master Shuangjie Xingzhe some confidence.

It has both skill and strength; it can handle these things well.

So, Garrosh, suppress your burning desire for war. Once the Twin Walkers invite us to join the war, you can unleash it without any pressure.

Now we need to make some preparations.

When dawn breaks, you, as the leader of Magham, will offer your blessings to the newlyweds.

Because of the complex identities of His Excellency the Eredar and Ms. Lyran, the guests attending today's ceremony are all important figures. You should also be prepared for 'wedding diplomacy.'

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Xiao Hou rolled his eyes.

Clearly, he didn't like doing these things; it was more appropriate to leave the work to the shamans.

Unfortunately, the great prophet Gayala of Maghham was still resting in Frostfire Ridge, and the closer she got to giving birth, the more irritable and eccentric she became, making her unsuitable for such a significant formal occasion.

Considering that the "culprit" was none other than Little Roar's little brother, Khan Mag'han had no choice but to muster the will to fight a desperate battle in order to complete this tedious and important diplomatic task.

In fact, he has been doing this for the past few days.

The wedding is being held today, but important guests cannot arrive just in time for the ceremony, so Shattrath City has been bustling for the past week, with Azeroth's emperors and generals, Argus's archbishops and governors, leaders of the People of Light from all over the galaxy, and even servants in the shadows.

As far as Xiaohou knows, the Draenei clan has been preparing for this grand event for two months. If we're talking about pressure, the Draenei archbishops and trainee high governors are the ones who are really having a headache.

“I was shocked when I saw Irelia yesterday.”

As Xiaohou walked into the city, he complained to Yolin:
"That girl looked like she had aged hundreds of years. The pressure was so obvious that she was on the verge of a breakdown. Her dark circles were as exaggerated as those of a Pandaren in Pandaria."

Fortunately, General Marad was there to help her.

"Heh, your judgment is still a bit off."

Jorin shook his head and said:
"The pressure on High Governor Irelia doesn't just come from preparing for this grand event. According to the ancient traditions of the Eredar, she is still almost a hundred years away from coming of age, and at that time she will also have to go through such an extravagant wedding celebration."

She's an Eredar, so a hundred years is just a blink of an eye for her.

Don't laugh at others. Weren't you just as nervous when you got married more than half a year ago?
I still haven't forgotten how absurd and ridiculous it was that you came to me the night before your wedding and said you wanted to run away.

Xiao Hou was a little embarrassed and was about to retort, but as the two of them entered the city gate, they saw the sage Nuboton, who was directing the laying of a luxurious wedding carpet, chatting with several saviors of Azeroth dressed in fine clothes.

Among them was "White Soldier," an old acquaintance of Maghan Khan, so Xiao Hou went up to greet him and overheard their discussion as he got closer.

"What? The three dwarf races have gone to war?"

Garrosh asked in confusion:

"Why now? Doesn't your Stromka Empire care?"

"Manage? How can we manage it?"

The white soldier sighed and said:
"That's the internal affair of the dwarven kingdom. Humans and dwarves are just allies. Moreover, we are allies with the Wildhammer and Bronzebeard clans, both of which have saviors."

Although the Dark Iron dwarves are universally disliked in the Eastern Continent, the Dark Iron clan has a powerful prime minister who has been actively trying to win over the World Mother for over a year. As a result, the matter eventually reached the Temple of the World Soul, and even the World Mother found it troublesome.

Everyone was very loyal, so she had to treat them all equally.

We have absolutely no reason to intervene in the dwarven civil war, and the three races of dwarves have an unspoken agreement to strictly control the area and intensity of the conflict, even refusing the help of the gnomes, all to prevent other races from having a reason or opportunity to intervene.

"Hiss, so it's a 'literary contest'."

Jorin said:
"They haven't really broken off relations?"

"Ah."

Vereesa Windrunner, standing beside the white soldier, nodded and explained:

"The Sun King said that the cause of the dwarves' civil war was very complicated, and it was not just about fighting for legitimacy. My sister also said that this might be an opportunity for the three dwarves to reunite after the division following the War of the Three Hammers. She also said that the key to the problem lies with Lady Moira Bronzebeard, and there are rumors that the noble lady is pregnant."

If she truly gives birth to a son with bloodlines from both the Bronzebeard and Dark Iron clans, then the lineage of the High Kings of Anvimar might indeed be unified.

"I did not understand."

Little Hou blinked and said:
"Even if Princess Moira gives birth to a child, that's a matter between the Bronzebeard and Dark Iron clans. Why are the Wildhammer dwarves getting involved? Don't they always pride themselves on being carefree and uninvolved in dwarven infighting?"

"Wow, Garrosh Khan can even use idioms now, not bad, not bad."

Bai Zu made a sarcastic remark, then shrugged under Xiao Hou's angry glare, and explained very seriously:

"Because Lady Moira is no pushover! She somehow managed to contact Kurdran, the hero of the Wildhammer Dwarves, and persuaded him to become her son's 'godfather'."

This is not a tactic that dwarves would use at all. They also rarely have a tradition of 'godfathers'. More importantly, the deep-seated hatred between Wildhammer and Dark Iron makes it impossible for them to unite.

But the problem is, that very shrewd Ms. Moira actually managed to make it happen!

Therefore, this civil war was not a conflict between the three clans.

To be precise, this was an alliance between Wildhammer and Dark Iron, putting pressure on the Bronzebeard clan and demanding that King Magni clarify the succession to the throne of the Mountain King.

War is merely a means; this is a typical example of 'using war to promote peace'.

His Majesty Lothar therefore made it clear that the Empire would not participate. He told me privately that this was just a show put on by the dwarven upper class to appease the radical factions in their respective clans who opposed the unification of the three races.

Perhaps it was the pressure from the Stomka Empire that forced the dwarves to band together to ensure that their territories surrounded by the empire were not encroached upon.

This conclusion was hard for the two orcs to understand, but then the sage Nubodon quietly explained to them the deep-seated conflict between King Magni and Princess Moira. After realizing that Magni was actually a conservative old man who favored sons over daughters, Garrosh couldn't help but scoff at it.

What era are we living in? Still playing these tricks!
That old Magni was really unfit to be king. Unlike him, he wouldn't have favored boys over girls. He loved whatever Gaiara and Griseda had, whether it was a boy or a girl.

Moreover, Xiaohou has sworn at his father's grave that he will never let his children live the same miserable life he did when he was a child.

Becoming a father is a very challenging thing.

But Grommash Hellscream, this good warrior, would never be timid enough to shoulder such a heavy responsibility. He was even eager to prove that the Grommash family was not only composed of cold-blooded individuals.

The young people chatted idly while waiting for the wedding to begin, while the more distinguished gathered in the Holy Light Dome, engaging in skillful diplomacy to the hymns of the Aldor priests during the wedding blessing.

The reason this wedding was held on Draenor instead of Argus was not only because the bride and groom were both born into the Draenei clan, but also to facilitate communication between the three worlds.

They are allies in every sense of the word, so naturally they should maintain long-term relations.

It's worth mentioning that even the dwarves, still embroiled in their civil war, sent a representative. Muradin, the most formidable warrior of the Bronzebeard clan and Mountain King, was currently engaged in a drinking contest with his drinking buddy, Old Chen. Sending their most valiant general for diplomacy during a time of war speaks volumes about Old Magni's true intentions. One can only say that Lothar's foresight is indeed astute.

At the same time, in the temple on the Aldor Highlands, the groom Eredas was also praying.

He was alone in the temple, with no priests around and no holy light shining on the young leader, indicating that he was not praying or communicating with his own faith.

Perhaps it's "reporting" to Father Death.

In short, no one would be foolish enough to disturb the groom at this time, lest they be targeted by the Grim Reaper.

Although neither Eredas nor Lyran minded Velen's presence at the wedding, even Eredas are not so carefree as to remain calm upon seeing Death at their own wedding.

It's quite normal for mystical races to engage in feudal superstitions, so the three Grim Reapers were disappointed not to receive an invitation.

But it's estimated that the three brothers don't care about these formalities, because there are bigger "big shots" at this wedding.

"buzz"

Amidst the flashes of light, Diakum appeared at the other end of the Aldor Highlands. Although he was only there in disguise, he still dressed up carefully as the "witness" for the day.

Wearing a long robe adorned with red tassels and holding an ancient religious text in his hands, he made himself look like a venerable and cheerful old pastor.

This was his own daughter getting married, and as her adoptive father, he had to do something to show his support. So, behind Diakum, the "Sacred Music" of the High Heavens flapped its wings and flew out.

They will play sacred music for the newlyweds today, as a way of sending blessings from the highest heaven.

"Why are you crying on such a joyous day?"

The great traveler Lyran, who had already put on her wedding dress and makeup and was making her final preparations surrounded by her bridesmaids, couldn't help but burst into tears the moment she saw her adoptive father appear.

She rushed forward and hugged Diakum, causing the Lord of Dawn to pat the child's shoulder with a hint of helplessness and whisper:

"Do you miss your parents?"

"Ah."

Leilan nodded vigorously, suppressing a sob as she said:
"My parents didn't get to see me as I am today, nor did they get to witness the restoration of our hometown. My brother and I rebuilt our home in New Oronal and decorated it exactly as we remembered it, but neither he nor I wanted to stay there for even a day longer."

Our parents weren't there waiting for us.

That's just a house; it's not our home.

Dick didn't answer, but patiently listened to the child's story. When she couldn't hold back her tears, he handed Lyland a handkerchief and said softly:
“I believe that Mardelan would be pleased to see you today. My existence is a continuation of his life. He is with me. I have completed the protection of his children in his place, and today I will also give my blessings to his daughter who is getting married in his place.”

Your father never left.

Just as your mother steadfastly accompanied you through 20,000 years, your family is right here.

They also expect you to greet the most important moment of your life with a smile. If there are tears, it will only worry them. Alas, your brother is always serious, but I guess I will comfort him in the same way at his wedding more than a hundred years from now.

But no way.

This is a father's duty.

These words made Lyran laugh through her tears. She called out to her father to embrace Diakum again, entrusting all her longing for her parents to this elder who had brought the dawn before her.

"I always feel there's something more to what you're saying! I'm not ready to marry your son yet. Maybe I'll suddenly come up with a great idea and run off to the stars to be a wandering knight for thousands of years."

How carefree!

A few minutes later, Yrel, the bridesmaid, stepped forward, gave the Lord of Dawn a strange look, and then helped Lyran up, whispering to her to stop crying, saying that her makeup was ruined.

Princess Talanji, standing nearby, also looked helpless and hurriedly directed Queen Azshara's maids to quickly touch up the bride's makeup, as the ceremony was about to begin in just over an hour.

The guards did not disturb the girls' chattering discussion.

He left Lyran's room and saw Nellie leaning against the side of the corridor with her arms crossed, wagging her tail and whistling at the Lord of Dawn like a female hooligan.

"When Iredas fulfilled his vow to the world, he proposed to his beloved. It was like a promise made by two children. It's such a heartwarming love that it would make people smile even in their graves."

The archbishop drawled out his words:
"Some of these gods should learn from this! They make grand promises when they're all sweet-talking, but when things really get tough, they hide in the highest heavens and pretend they can't hear or see anything."

I remember when I was young, someone told me that if we waited to fulfill the vows we made to the world, we could entrust each other to one another.

Sigh, this old woman has been waiting and waiting, until you get up!
"What the hell? Don't scare me! If anyone else saw the Lord of Dawn kneeling before me, I wouldn't be able to explain myself even if I had ten mouths."

Archbishop Nelly is clearly a master of empty talk.

When she saw that Diakum was really about to kneel down and play a "divine proposal", she was the one who was frightened. She quickly reached out and pulled her lover up. There was another round of pointing and whispering. Finally, she squeezed into the warm embrace of the Lord of Dawn with a satisfied look on her face.

The two old people, like thieves, hid on the edge of the Aldo Highlands and made love to each other.

The twin archbishops were still engaged in diplomacy at the wedding, and they wouldn't disturb this rare moment of tenderness. But just as Nelly was whispering sweet nothings to Dick, the Watcher suddenly pointed down, making the archbishops crane their necks to look.

In a corner beneath the Aldor highlands, Arthas, the aspiring priest who had come to attend the wedding, was whispering to the young witch Jaina.

The two maintained a respectable distance and chatted politely, but the subtle, jealous affection between the young people couldn't escape the notice of the ever-watchful old men.

Like two innocent little hedgehogs, they carefully maintain their distance, trying not to prick each other with their quills while still feeling each other's warmth.

"so good."

Nelly leaned against Dick and whispered:
"Just like us back then, do you remember? Our interactions in Oronar City, and our time together on the Krokun Plains. Quickly use your powerful Holy Light Prophecy to see if those two will end up together in the future?"

"Hmph, I don't even need to look."

Diakum, with the archbishop's slender waist draped in his arms and her little tail slapping against his legs, gave a strange smile and said:
"These are ripples that no storm of fate can dispel. No matter what kind of world they live in, these two little ones will be drawn to each other, leaving behind stories that bring joy or sorrow in one beautiful or tragic moment after another."

The best blessing I can give to these two little ones is that they will no longer have to bear those burdens and experience that malice.

So, you must be happy.

"That's enough! Your old man's tone is really boring, you know? We're still young."

Nelly grabbed Diakum's hand and bit it hard, making the Lord of Dawn bare his teeth.

The old darling used all the strength of the Moonlit War God, leaving two rows of teeth marks on the Dawn Lord's wrist.

He no longer paid attention to Arthas and Jaina, but looked up at the rising sun that was about to leap over the horizon. Under the watchful eye and encouragement of the Lord of Dawn, the rising sun mustered all its strength and bravely shattered the darkness with a burst of light and heat, scattering the bright dawn into this world.

But in Dick's eyes, he could always see the black sun hanging high in the endless sky, like a crazy, cold, and malicious eye, coldly watching everything in the sea of ​​stars.

He kept his eyes fixed on the Lord of Dawn and regarded him as the greatest obstacle to the great cause of destruction.

The god of destruction will eventually return, but there is no need to fear him anymore.

Dick also saw a ghost ship with full sails cutting through the waves above the Milky Way to the echoing, rugged song, sailing along another stream of destiny.

So he reached out and waved in that direction, wishing the young man who was about to embark on his journey well, and also wishing his daughter, who was saying goodbye to the past today, well.

Archbishop Nelly couldn't see any of this, but as his soulmate, she could guess who Diakum was saying goodbye to, so she asked curiously:
"Didn't you say before that you could enhance your new members? So, what power did you give him?"

I gave him my wisdom, courage, and blessings.

"speak English!"

"Uh, I'd like to ask the sun in that timeline to take good care of him. There might not be Anser there, but there will definitely be Holy Light, so the People of Light will give me some face and not make things difficult for him."

"That's it? You gave him this little bit of power and then kicked him into another Azeroth? You want him to die! With the extent of the disaster in that damn world, a small overpowered ability is useless!"

The bronze dragon alone could easily subdue him.

"Well, I'm not worried about that. If he can't even get past the Bronze Dragon, then this little brother's next life will be just like that."

The vigilant shrugged and said:
"Moreover, it was a beautiful, white, majestic tiger, walking the path of life."

"so what?"

Nelly still didn't understand.

It seems the archbishop is not a scheming person at all, and has no idea of ​​his "superior's" preferences.

Diakum couldn't explain it too clearly either. He stroked the crescent moon emblem on Nellie's forehead and said cryptically:

"Therefore, the naturally gifted 'soft-living' Holy Body doesn't need me to give him anything extra, and his path will never overlap with mine. So, take your seats in the front row and watch carefully."

Let's go.

Don't keep the guests waiting.

The Lord of Dawn, arm in arm with his beloved old man, turned around and, with a smile on his face, walked towards the city where music was already playing, bathed in the morning light behind him, to enjoy the leisure and contentment of the day with his people.

Behind him, a dim starlight was sprinkled into the rolling tides of time.

The fleeting light extended in two different directions.

But this is not the end.

Like two lines that keep extending, they meet once and then go their separate ways. However, as long as we keep moving forward, the future will continue to extend.

Until the next time they meet, they will greet each other with smiles of reunion and share their stories.

And so, another journey began.

(End of the article)

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I'm asking for a monthly vote! Casting my last monthly vote on the last day is so meaningful!

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