In the boreal tundra at night, on the beach occupied by seals, these hunters who inhabited the cold waters were probably in the courtship season. Under the halo of evening, the seals' calls were everywhere, and they were startled.
The seagulls on the coast were reluctant to come down and were flying around in the low air, screaming, as if they were scolding those damn beasts in heat for occupying their hunting grounds.
In this slightly noisy scene, a bonfire was raised in a mountain col not far from the beach. The two Draenei garrison officers were sitting on the side of the bonfire, and Nuri Velen was sitting on the bonfire.
On the other side, this strange Draenei had a skewer of grilled fish in his hand, and while he was rolling the food grilled by the flames, he said to the garrison officers opposite him, who were looking at him with careful eyes:
"I don't want to return to Sha'tar City at this time, not only because of my father's problems, but also my own problems. I don't want to hide it from you. I have been working for the Burning Legion for the past thousands of years."
"Me too."
Weihari stirred the bonfire in front of her. She looked at Nuri with a slightly strange look and said softly:
"I have worked for the Legion for more than 30 years, destroyed several worlds in the stars, and killed countless lives. I am a man with bloody hands, but your presence here proves your past and my past.
There is no difference, the darkness of the past has passed, and a new life has begun. You don’t need to worry about the things you did under the influence of evil energy in the past, our people will not be hostile to you because of it.”
"Yes, Nouri."
Grand Defender Maraad also spoke to persuade:
"As long as you are willing to join us, and are willing to use practical actions to show your repentance and atone for your past self in the days to come, then Shatar City and the people who have been protected by your father for more than 20,000 years will be willing to
Accept you and we will accept you."
The Seal of the Draenei Leader passed to Nuri by the prophet, the broken rune of Holy Light has been transferred to Maraad's forehead. It is like a pendant suspended slightly above the forehead of the Grand Vindicator.
A faint fluorescence bloomed in the darkness, just like a fire lit in the darkness, adding a mysterious temperament to the already resolute Maraad.
Perhaps it was because the Grand Vindicator was the successor appointed by Velen, or because the heroic Maraad's heart was filled with the will to protect the people and hope. This rune was transferred to Maraad's forehead.
At that time, under the shining of that little bit of holy light, this broken rune had already shown signs of healing.
This proves that Maraad is also a person favored by the Holy Light. Perhaps he will become a qualified Draenei leader in the future.
But in the face of the invitations and persuasion of the two garrison officers, Nuri never responded directly. The son of the prophet silently turned over his grilled fish. The atmosphere between the three people became a little stagnant and awkward until a trace of food
As the aroma spread out, Nuri shrugged and handed the fish in his hands to Vihari and Marad. The two garrison officers looked at each other, then reached out and took the young man's "gift".
"Not only because of the past, I know where my future path will be, but with the help of some friends, I also know the trajectory of my father's past. I know what kind of person he is, and I appreciate his leadership and training.
The people are also very confident, but the problem is that now is not the time."
Nuri was eating fish and said to the two people in front of him:
"I still have some unfinished things, which are also what my father wants to do. It can even be called his last wish. As an unqualified son of man, I feel that I have responsibilities and obligations.
, to help my father fulfill his legacy. Before I finish this, I will not return to the people he leads."
The son of the prophet raised his head, looked at Maraad seriously, and said:
"You may not know that I don't have that qualification yet, but in a sense, it was me who killed my father and I killed him with my own hands."
Nuri's eyes turned to Vihari, who had been eating grilled fish with his head down. A faint wave flashed in the young man's eyes, and he said softly:
"You should know, at the Seat of Naaru"
Nuri's tone was very soft, but when it fell in Weihari's ears, it was like a thunderclap, causing the hoof sister defender to raise her head suddenly. She looked at Nuri with a hint of vigilance in her eyes.
"You! You are the eredar general at that time! Lakish!"
"Yes, I am Rakesh."
Nuri admitted his identity without much hesitation. He threw the tasteless half of the fish on the ground, wiped the grease on his fingers with a handkerchief, and said to the two people in front of him:
"I grew up in Argus and was trained as a butcher by Kil'jaeden. I served the Burning Legion for many, many years. In the first half of my life, my biggest wish was to kill my father and watch him kill me.
I cried and begged for mercy in front of me, and I almost did it, but fate is so magical. Even in that terrible desperate situation, my father, Viren, still did not give in, but sacrificed his life to purify me."
"Purified my evil energy, purified my sins, and purified my soul. He told me that he died as a father instead of a prophet. That was the best ending in his wandering life. He
Let me tell you, there is no need to be sad because of his passing, because sooner or later, you will meet him among the stars in the eternal home of the draenei."
"This was his last wish on the land of Argus."
Nuri took a deep breath and turned to look at the night that had completely fallen. In the clouds above the sea, a little faint starlight was shining, and he said:
"I came here not only to hand over the seal of leadership left by my father, and to tell your beloved these last words he left for you, but also because of these things. In the thousands of years of the Burning Legion, I have left many things for me.
It’s just pain and depression, not just distortion and madness, but also a lot of precious knowledge, the secrets about the Legion!”
Nuri pointed to his head and said to the silent Maraad:
"Father said, go home. This is an obsession that is deeply rooted in the hearts of every Draenei. You are already too far away from home. The desire in your soul every night is pushing you to worship in the direction of Argus.
I want to take you home! I want to bring the exiles back to Argus! And I already have a complete plan. After leaving here, I am going to find some "like-minded" friends in this world.
Rise up and make this wish come true.”
"So before I leave, I want to ask you two, the two future leaders of the Draenei, if you are willing to work with me to realize my father's only wish?"
Maraad and Vihari remained silent. Nuri's proposal was a bit too sensational. Although there was nothing wrong with what he said, the draenei were indeed eager to return to their hometown, but judging from the current situation, it was no longer possible.
Having lost their spaceship and even several Naaru, it was already very difficult for them to resist the Burning Legion in Azeroth, let alone return to Argus when their power was empty.
This is almost impossible to do, it's a fantasy.
And there is another point. For defenders like Maraad and Vihari, who have personally experienced the great retreat of Argus, they have seen with their own eyes that the magnificent and prosperous world of Argus was destroyed by the evil that spewed out from the center of the earth.
A doomsday scene that could be completely covered. Under the surge of power of the dark titan Sargeras, the whole world was torn apart, and then endless demons filled that world and their hometown.
There is no hope for Argus. The world of Argus in the memory of the draenei has completely withered. It is already a hell. Even if the exiled draenei finally return, what will happen? That world is no longer welcome.
They are dead, and it will be difficult for them to survive in that doomsday world.
Argus has become a beautiful sustenance for the draenei people's hometown in their hearts, but it is just sustenance.
Looking at the silence of the defense officers, Nuri could probably guess what they were thinking. The young man stretched his body, and the Fountain of Youth transferred Velen's immortal life into his body, making him energetic and at the same time.
A keen sense of others.
The son of the prophet rubbed his forehead and said seemingly casually:
"Oh, there's one more thing I forgot to tell you."
"The world of Argus is not destroyed! At least it is not completely torn apart by evil energy as you imagine. I grew up in that world and I am more familiar with it than this new world. I can tell you for sure.
"
"Argus still has blue sky, Argus still has forests, Argus, uh, there is no ocean anymore, but the largest lake on the Macaire Plains is still there, and it is still as beautiful as when you left, but the buildings have been destroyed,
The evil energy explosion more than 20,000 years ago indeed tore that world apart, but perhaps some kind of force was protecting it in the dark. The most prosperous plain in the world of Argus was preserved, and it is now suspended in Argus.
Above the heart of fire."
Nuri described it in a low voice, as if he was rendering the best blueprint. He said:
"There are still many, many lives there. Kil'jaeden did not allow demons to infect that continent. I don't know why he didn't do that, but I can tell you for sure that there is still hope for that world as long as you
If you don’t give it up, it won’t let you down!”
Nuri's words made Maraad's eyes gradually brighten. He looked at Nuri. After a moment, the chief defender said softly:
"My reason tells me not to believe you, but my instinct tells me that what you say should be true, but there is no way to convince our people with just one statement. You have to understand, Nuri, in
After the fall of the prophet, we must come up with a plan and blueprint for the future to keep our people united and move forward."
"If you can prove what you said, then I am willing to do my best to help you convince our people to join you on this road home! But you must prove your statement first!"
"Ah, this is a bit difficult."
The son of the prophet wagged his tail and rubbed his forehead:
"I still remember the identification code and path of the Burning Legion's teleportation star gate to Argus. I am also confident that I can return to Argus safely among the stars. But the problem is that the demons entrenched in this world have been too weak by you.
, except for the Nasrezim demons entrenched in the Broken Islands, there is basically no force that can open the star portal. But the Nasrezim, those guys are very cunning, and I have no confidence that I can deceive them."
"If that's what you're worried about"
Vihari glanced at Maraad. She hesitated, but still took a step forward, took out something from her pocket, and handed it to Nuri:
"I have an idea."
"Um?"
Nuri took the badge handed over by Vihari. It was a green badge with weird symbols, and it contained some weird evil powers:
"What is this? It looks like something related to the Legion."
"This is the emblem of the Illidari!"
Vihari explained:
"Not long ago, the leader of the Illidari, the demon hunter Illidan Stormrage, invited me to join him in one of his "big plans." I have been hesitant, but I heard what he said. The madman seemed to be planning to counterattack.
In the world occupied by demons, we are looking for something important to Azeroth, and he has united several powerful forces. You may be able to cooperate with him."
"And I believe that Illidan, who is obsessed with destroying demons, must also be very interested in the world of Argus."
The female garrison officer whispered:
"Maraad and I are destined to be very busy recently. We may not be able to support you much, but if you really need it, then send someone to Sha'tar City and we will try our best to help you."
Nuri looked at the badge in his hand, his fingers caressing the rough emblem. He raised his head and looked at Vihari. Their eyes met. At this moment, Vihari's heart was beating very fast. She felt guilty inside.
She didn't know if Nuri had seen what she did to the prophet.
After a few suffocating seconds of solemn speech, Nuri suddenly showed a smile. He reached out his hand and patted Vihari on the shoulder. He said:
"The past is in the past, Ms. Vihari, take care of his people on my father's behalf. I believe that he will eventually be proud of you."
After saying that, Nuri nodded to Marad, then pulled up his hood, turned around and left the col without hesitation. His speed was very fast, and after a few minutes, he disappeared on the coast.
In the darkness, watching Nuri leave, Vihari's almost stagnant breathing returned to normal. She took a few rapid breaths, then looked back at Maraad, and she said:
"Is it really okay if we just let him go?"
"That's his choice, Vihari."
Maraad sighed, and he reached out and touched his forehead. The leader's seal shining brightly in the darkness had no weight, but at this moment, the Grand Guardsman could feel the heavy responsibility and mission, just like a mountain.
, pressed against his own body.
He didn't know if he could shoulder all that the prophet left behind
But when he returned home, the somewhat fanciful and extremely attractive proposal that Nuri made to him had been lingering in Maraad's heart. The son of the prophet was right, that was the proposal in the hearts of all draenei.
A vague wish. After the prophet left, only this kind of action that can make everyone feel hope can continue to unite the draenei people.