The Guinidal spacecraft, which once carried the Draenei to escape their homeland, is the product of the advanced technological development of the Eredar people in the world of Argus.
When it was built, no one knew that this humble colonial ship would in the future be responsible for the entire Draenei civilization's wandering life in exile. This ship also had many sister ships, which were designed at the time.
When it was produced, it was a tool for the Eredar people to explore the galaxy where Argus is located and conduct interstellar colonization.
Unfortunately, before this ambitious plan could be implemented, Sargeras used his own power to subvert the entire Eredar civilization. In the panic, Velen and his followers only had time to snatch the Gini
The Dar spaceship and several small destroyers formed a small fleet and escaped from Argus with a few Eredar who were unwilling to obey Sargeras.
And now the New Guinidal spacecraft, which also carries the fate of the Draenei, is no longer made with Draenei technology.
During the 25,000-year-long exile, the draenei people's own colonial ship was damaged many times. The most serious one was the crash on the world of Draenor. Two-thirds of the entire Guinedal ship was destroyed.
It was completely damaged in that crash. The wreckage of those spaceships is now called "Oshugu", which is the sacred mountain of the orcs in the Nagrand grassland. And Oushugu, translated into Draenei, is
The meaning of "Guinidal".
After that bad crash, the Draenei recovered one-third of the remaining usable equipment and installed it on the Naaru's spacecraft "Storm Fortress". They would use this method to
Prepare for the possibility of another exile in the future.
But the Naaru's spaceship Storm Fortress was not intact. After the Draenei settled in the world of Draenor, Adal took the other Naaru and took the Storm Fortress to the void to find reinforcements against the Burning Legion. That was a
The long voyage caused the naaru to even miss the massacre of the draenei by the orcs. By the time they returned to Draenor after going through many hardships, the draenei had already withered away.
The Naaru helped the Draenei rebuild Shattrath City, but the civilians who died in the war still made people feel sad. The Naaru gave the Storm Fortress to the Draenei to help those who were hiding in the Draenei at that time.
The draenei on the edge of the world of Rlanor survived the difficulties. The ship itself is a symbol of the deep connection between the naaru and the draenei.
Frankly speaking, the spaceship New Guinidal is actually very similar to the civilization of the Draenei. It is broken, missing, confused, ancient, but stubborn and unwilling to fall, even in the most desperate and miserable situations.
, and will also look for the possibility of the next flight...
This old ship is worthy of respect. The simple instruments on its hull are almost like a commemorative book of the Draenei's twenty-five thousand years of exile, filled with the tragic and painful blood and tears of this star-studded exile race.
In the face of the history of the draenei, the suffering of any race in Azeroth is nothing.
And now, the New Guinidal spacecraft, which has been barely repaired and restarted, is about to make its last voyage...
When Great Technician Romul inspected the condition of the New Guinidal spacecraft, he pessimistically discovered that many key equipment of this spacecraft that once belonged to Naaru had been shut down and could no longer be repaired. This meant that the spacecraft on board
As the last third of the draenei go to Azeroth, it will be the last "battle" for this ship and this "old friend".
"If you could hear..."
Grand Technician Romul stroked his fingers on the armrests of the command chair, which was already full of traces of time, and he whispered:
"Guinidal, old friend, if you can hear me, please help us one more time... one last time!"
"We fight together!"
Fingers wearing protective gloves pressed the start button of the void engine. The next moment, within the closed void engine, the power of 3,600 Apexis crystal matrices began to quickly fill the core of the draenei's void engine.
The energy converted by the core passes through thousands of conduits and is pressed into the launch ports of the 24 space disruptors spread throughout the hull. This huge power is like the most beautiful web of light in the world, wrapping the entire spacecraft in it.
The power spreading outward is like the sharpest cutting knife. Under the control of the void engine, it begins to cut the stable space around the spacecraft, and on the other side, on a small island in the endless sea of the world of Azeroth
, Prophet Velen stood behind the complex space instrument made from Ulduar, watching some mechanical dwarf craftsmen operating the machinery, cutting the space along the precise phase markers, and strange black lights shone in the small space.
The island appears over the sea in the distance.
Soon, a black space distortion point collapsed outward, indicating that the wormhole on Azeroth had been opened. In the world of Draenor, the void engine of the New Guinidal spacecraft operates more slowly, but
Very smoothly, after a few minutes of waiting, the space around the New Guinidal spacecraft began to collapse, as if the ship was thrown into a dark abyss.
"Start entering coordinates! Hurry!"
Great Technician Romul shouted. On the console in front of him, several Delaney technicians quickly entered the coordinate points of the long phase beacon in the three-dimensional world. It was a long list of dizzying data.
After typing the last character, Romul didn't hesitate and pushed the joystick tightly down with his fingers.
The next moment, the remaining energy in the void engine poured into it in an explosive manner, and black lightning jumped back and forth between the launch ports of the space jammer outside the spacecraft. The scene was extremely terrifying, and in
In front of the curvature space where the spacecraft is located, a black space distortion point also quickly opens, representing the opening of a wormhole between two worlds.
"Delanor! Goodbye!"
Romul shouted, and the next moment, the gem grids at the tail of the New Genidal spacecraft were lit up one after another. Between the substantial flame jumps, the oval-shaped spacecraft seemed to be illuminated in an instant.
It was stretched thousands of times, turned into a slender red light due to the phenomenon of persistence of vision, and was suddenly compressed in the next moment.
After the spacecraft jumped into the wormhole, a loud bang like a thunderbolt exploded in the world of Draenor. The cut space returned to normal within a thousandth of a second, but without the support of the gravity engine, those suspended
Stones and sea water fell down one after another in mid-air, causing a storm-like echo on the sea surface of the already deserted Flanlon Peninsula.
Several lizard spearmen who were lurking on the bottom of the sea and monitoring the draenei here with vicious light emerged from the water in confusion. Their poor intelligence could not understand how such a large ship could be transported in this moment.
Disappear completely?
Could this be... could it be the will of the ancient saints?
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On the endless sea of Azeroth, Prophet Velen frowned and looked at the Titan equipment that suddenly stopped in front of him. Even though the prophet was mature and steady, he had seen countless strong winds and waves in his thirty thousand years of life. He could not endure it at this moment.
Unable to help being a little nervous, he took a step forward, looked at the impatient mechanical gnomes, and asked in a deep voice:
"Excuse me, what is this...what is going on? Why did the instruments shut down before the New Guinidal arrived?"
"Lost signal! Signal is gone!"
The leader of the mechanical dwarf craftsman was calibrating the parameters of the instrument with a wrench and said to the prophet without raising his head:
"The docking phase beacon has disappeared, the wormhole has closed, and your ship...is lost!"
"What? Trek?"
As someone who has lived among the stars, the prophet is well aware of the terrifying meaning of these two words, and his voice became a little more anxious:
"Is the New Guinidal lost among the stars?"
"No, no, no, your ship is very strong. It should have passed through the wormhole and got lost after entering Azeroth."
The mechanical dwarf raised his head and said in a very determined tone:
"I guess it was caused by the sudden shutdown of your spacecraft's void engine. It should be in a corner of this world now. Although it did not fall into the original landing site, judging from the energy intensity of your ship,
It shouldn't crash so easily...go find it!"
"Is it in Azeroth?"
There was a hint of joy in the prophet's expression. The next moment, he turned around and shouted to the great defense officer Maraad behind him:
"Maraad, immediately contact all the forces, kingdoms and federations we can contact...ask them to send forces to search for our Guinidal and our compatriots around the world, and tell the ambassadors that as long as they can be found
Our compatriots and our ships, we will give them as much as they want!"
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On the Black Coast, a new dock city has been rebuilt on the ruins of the elven city Auberdine destroyed by Naga.
It still continues the consistent style of night elf architecture, built with wood and bricks, and reinforced with druid magic. The elves are wrapped around the city walls, making the city look beautiful at dusk.
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The disaster has passed, and the elves here have started a new life. With grief for the victims, they have lost their eternal laziness and seem to have lost their usual laziness. The whole city is filled with a sense of busyness that has never been seen before.
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In the dock area, merchant ships from other countries are anchored here, and the night elves merchants are discussing with them the quality of the goods. After actively integrating into the existing civilization circle, the night elves are communicating with the outside world.
At that time, he no longer used the complicated Thalassian language, but instead used the common language of Azeroth, which is the ancient human language.
In fact, it is a different kind of enjoyment to listen to these charming elf girls speak human language with clear tones.
General Shandris Feathermoon was currently holding a little elf girl. Behind her, Jarod Shadowsong was holding his son. The two old friends were wandering around the city of Auberdine at dusk.
Enjoying the rare free time, General Shandris's bodyguard, the baby-faced sentinel Ariel, played with a group of orphaned elves who had lost their relatives, and taught them archery.
"Little Maiev likes me very much. Look how cute she is."
General Shandis held Jarod's little daughter, whom he named Maiev. The 2-year-old child could not speak yet, but she stared at Shandis with big eyes, as if
Just communicate with her with your eyes.
This cute gesture made the general laugh. Behind her, the white-haired General Jarod looked at Shandris in front of him. He knew Shandris' affection for him, but because of his wife
After the death of Sarah Hill, it was difficult for him to respond to Shandis's feelings. But now, seeing Shandis getting along well with his daughter, just like a real mother and daughter, the dusk sunshine spread between Shandis and Xiaoma
The beautiful scenery on Wei's body made Jarod's calm heart seem to have some waves.
"Shandeis...I..."
Jarod opened his mouth to say something, but at this moment, the baby-faced sentinel Ariel suddenly pointed at the dusk sky in the distance and shouted towards Shandis:
"General! General! I shot down a ship!! A spaceship!"
"ah?"
Shandis felt Jarod's emotional changes. She was already ready to face her feelings, but was interrupted by her sentinel Ariel. This made Shandis a little angry and a little embarrassed, but along the way
When Rael's fingers were looking at the distant sky, Shandis's breathing stopped at this moment!
There...a huge ruby-like spaceship was rapidly sliding toward the surface of the Sea of Mist, emitting billowing black smoke.
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"Hold on! Hold on!"
In the world of Azeroth, in the remote area where the Sea of Mist and the North Sea merge in the northwest of the continent of Kalimdor, the Ginidal spacecraft was completely out of control as it crashed into the place surrounded by black smoke.
Amidst the roar of Grand Technician Romul, the light screen in front of him was beating with shocking figures one after another, making him unable to remain calm anymore.
Just after crossing the wormhole, the void engine of the Guinidal spacecraft failed in a violent explosion, causing them to forcibly break away from the warp flight. The out-of-control energy once again penetrated the hull, and the scorching rolling darkness had penetrated
On the outer deck, if things continue like this, the entire spacecraft is in danger of exploding.
Under this crisis of choice, the great technician made a very crazy decision.
He shut down the engine completely!
The New Guinidal spacecraft, which had lost its power, was like a ball thrown from the sky to the sea by the gods. Black smoke streaked across the sky, and the entire bridge of the New Guinidal spacecraft was filled with gentle light.
This lesson turned dark red and flashed, which seemed to represent the approaching danger. In the spaceship's garna, the exiles were already frightened crazy.
"Height 25000!"
"20000!"
"11000!"
"Fall quickly! Everyone, prepare for the impact!"
The nervous and shrill voice of Grand Technician Romul sounded throughout the spacecraft:
"May the Holy Light protect us!"
The next moment, when the spacecraft was about to fall into the sea like a meteor, less than 600 meters away from the sea, Romul's fingers moved crazily, accompanied by bursts of weird roars.
The remaining three gravity engines were activated at full power at this moment.
"Boom boom boom"
The battle between gravity and anti-gravity put two huge forces on the body of the Guinidal in an instant. The spacecraft made an overwhelmed rattling sound, and the cabins dotted on both sides of the spacecraft were stripped off in an instant.
After getting out, this was just the beginning. The outer deck of the spacecraft began to fall off, just like a crumbling city wall.
The entire spacecraft seemed to be about to disintegrate at the next moment, but Romul's extreme operation reduced the terrible gravity acceleration of the spacecraft itself to a bearable level in the last few seconds before falling. This sharp operation,
It also completely overloaded the spacecraft's life support system and relative motion constant system.
But falls and impacts are still inevitable...
"boom"
A black smoke rushing into the sky, accompanied by a sound that shook the ocean, rose in the air at the edge of the Sea of Mists, representing the desperate voyage of the Draenei people and the complete end...
All the suffering has passed, and next, a gentle, hopeful, and sheltered new world has opened its hands to welcome them...
