Azeroth Trail of Light

Huron Don Menethil, only son of His Majesty Abad Menethil, grandson of His Majesty Dikto Don Menethil, great-grandson of His Majesty Kalia Menethil, Dick The true bloodline successor is also the only bloodline remaining in the Azeroth star field after his disappearance.

He is also one of the rare people in Azeroth who has the qualification to freely enter the temple of Ulduar at birth. The blood in his veins has already become one of the symbols of Azeroth. In the circle, Huron's family is also known as the "people closest to God".

However, the development of Menethil somewhat disappointed Elune, the Protoss of Azeroth. With the blood of Dick, in the three generations, not even a legendary person appeared, let alone a person like their ancestors. The same step into the way of the Titans.

They value worldly power too much, but considering the other half of Huron's blood, this is understandable.

At this moment, on the edge of the Puruk star area, in the Great Pyramid of the Star of Origin, Huron stretched out his hand towards the soul stone suspended in the center of this mysterious space. A gleam of light that seemed imbued with a mysterious sense.

His fingertips touched the surface of the crystal, and there was a slight coolness, like a feeling that went straight to the bottom of his heart, but soon, as if he sensed the approach of a foreign object, the crystal vibrated slightly, and a little scorching heat came from the coolness again. Emerged, wrapped around Huron's fingertips.

"buzz"

There was a light sound from the box carried behind him, and Tisracher felt the awakening of the sleeping soul. This Creation God Soldier seemed to be calling for its master. After thousands of years, its long wait finally came. in return.

There was also a touch of excitement in the compound eyes of the windbreaker. Huron took a deep breath, as if he wanted to calm his restless soul, but the next moment, an extremely bright silver light appeared from the crystal, swallowing everyone present. into that light.

It wasn't blazing, it wasn't scorching hot, and it didn't hurt. It was just a kind of gentleness like a breeze, like a pair of warm hands embracing everyone. After the dazzling silver light dissipated, it came into everyone's eyes. Yes, it is a grassland blown by the wind.

The sky is blue, the breeze is gentle, the sun is radiant but not overbearing, the grass swaying in the wind is everywhere, and in the air, there is an unimaginable freshness. In the kind world, this made everyone feel as if they were in another world.

And not far from everyone's eyes, a lush tree stands in the middle of the grassland. The tree is very low. There are a pair of tables and seven chairs under the tree. A man in a white robe is facing his back. Looking at them, sitting on that chair, seemed to be savoring this rare peace.

"Is that him?"

The orc took two steps forward, then turned his head to look at Kil'ruk and Lakish, who were the only ones who had seen Dick here. These two giants who came from the era of 2,000 years ago nodded and then strode forward. forward.

"Manager, we have crossed the vast sea of ​​time, and finally... see you again."

Lakish knelt down on one knee 5 meters away from Dick, while Kil'ruk made a mantid salute, and in exchange for this greeting, Dick got up, turned around, and looked Looking at the people he had dealt with before, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Ah, you are here."

The paladin shrugged, "You guys came much earlier than I thought. Azeroth has developed to this extent in just 2000... Kel'ruk, is Kel'Thuzad alright?"

This strange name confused the people present, especially for Kellman and Basilone, who were born in the interstellar era, only knew that the leader of the Zerg was called "Master" and was a mysterious existence , even bloodline nobles like Huron and Gris only know that the Overlord was once a human being, and his name has become a taboo existence in the Federation of Azeroth.

Facing Dick's question, Kil'ruk bowed down respectfully and replied,

"The Juggernaut's situation is very good. If it wasn't for the war with Klaxxi that left him with no time to clone, he might come to welcome you back in person."

"Welcome to me?"

Dick couldn't help laughing, "I think, in my current state, it's better to avoid meeting him. That guy might do weird experiments with me."

This joke is beyond Kil'ruk's ability to evaluate. He took a step back rationally, and Dick set his sights on Lakish again.

"So, I guess, my old friend Velen hasn't been sent away by time yet?"

Rakish nodded,

"Father also planned to come in person after hearing about your news, but his physical condition is not optimistic. The longevity of the Draenei is also limited, but before entering the Hall of Valor, we can see old friends again, I think my father will too, but he has one last regret."

"Well, I also miss him very much. In the old dreams that occasionally surfaced, I have dreamed more than once of the years of fighting with those old friends. Ah, the thousand years of waiting has finally come to an end. This is a good thing."

Dick passed Lakish with a smile, and his eyes swept over the rest of the crowd. The souls of the colonel and the major immediately became weak and powerless. Unable to bear it, fortunately Dick looked away in time, and finally stayed on Huron and Gris.

"You...you are supposed to be Garrosh's child, right?"

Dick said to Gris, the latter wanted to say something, but facing the person in front of him, he finally just nodded, and replied in a unique orc voice,

"Yes, Lord Dick, I am the great-grandson of Garrosh Hellscream, Gris Hellscream, the fleet commander of the Puruk sector! It is an honor to meet you, this day will be the most glorious day in my life one day!"

"No, no, the glory of Hellscream will always exist on the battlefield, between blood and fire, instead of meeting an old man who should have been eliminated by time."

Dick reached out and patted Gris on the shoulder, "You will be a good fighter, I believe Grom and Garrosh will be proud of you!"

This evaluation made Gris happy. Although the glory of the bloodline nobility does not require the approval of others, the existence in front of him is too special, so this evaluation is full of gold.

Finally, Dick's eyes fell on Huron.

His eyes became softer and softer. Huron's specialness could not be concealed from the eyes of a titan spirit. He could see the connection between the young man in front of him and him at a glance, the faint response that existed in the blood, even if It has lost its entity, but the inheritance engraved in the bone marrow cannot be faked.

"Son, tell me, what's your name? Kalia... is she okay?"

Huron was originally anxious about meeting his ancestors, and Dick's scrutiny made him even more nervous. After knowing this problem, the young man's body stopped shaking. Like Dick, he also felt To this great existence that has never been seen before, and the connection between him.

He looked up and looked at Dick.

He has black hair, is not handsome or even looks ordinary, and wears an ordinary white robe, showing no nobility or elegance, but only those eyes, when looking directly at those eyes, Huron felt two A vortex-like existence, to completely absorb his energy and attention into it.

In the glimpse of the vortex, he seemed to see the entire universe and the endless starry sky, but when he came back to his senses, he found that he didn't seem to see anything, and everything before was like a dream.

He lowered his head slightly, and replied in a tone of a junior, with an unconcealable indifference,

"My name is Huron, Huron Don Menethil. My old grandmother passed away before 1341. She has been waiting for you for 2,000 years. Even after death, she will become a heroic spirit. Waiting for your return in the Sanctuary of Ulduar, you have failed her for 2,000 years! My father once told me that even in death, she still looked at the stars in the sky with hope, and every night she would be in Between hope and disappointment, a whole 2,000 years!"

There is always resentment, especially after witnessing the sadness of the closest person, the almost desperate waiting. When recalling the tragic life of Queen Kalia, Huron forgot the identity of Dick and the two The gap between, forgetting everything, his eyes flushed, staring at Dick,

"And Jaina, Liadrin, Sylvanas, and Anveena... My elders are watching hard on the top of the cold mountains... You have let them down!"

"You let them down for 2,000 years!"

"Okay, Huron...don't talk."

Gris looked at Dick's increasingly sad face, and pulled his friend's arm in fear. In fact, in his opinion, the waiting of those mistresses was not a kind of luck. He saw many people who lost their relatives. The person who received the news of death was completely defeated the moment he received the news.

Huron stood up for his elders, but he never thought that maybe that kind of waiting with hope was actually a kind of happiness for the mistresses.

"Children, I...I really feel sorry for them...I...I actually miss my lovers every day when I'm stuck here, but I'm like a prisoner..."

Dick replied with a self-mockery, "I can't move even a tiny bit, and my will can only be shrouded in this pyramid. Those mortals, I try to teach them knowledge as much as possible. That is my last attempt to exhaust my last strength, but They let me down in the end. Their first thought after they stepped into the star sea was to turn around and kill me, trying to take everything from me. Not every civilization can become Azeroth... I was angry If I want to destroy everything, I only need to fall into the darkness, but I persisted in the end, I know, you will come."

Dick opened his arms and gently hugged the bewildered Gris and Huron into his arms.

"Thank you, children...you really came, when I was about to despair."

"You... haven't you woken up?"

After Dick let them go, Gris looked around in surprise and asked, "You can even create a dream that envelops the Great Pyramid."

"Oh, that's a good question...Gris, when will you dream?"

Dick looked at the orc with a smile, he shook his head,

"The existence of the Titan Spirit is beyond your imagination. I can only tell you that I am not awakened, and now I am in the weakest state ever. If it wasn't for the protection of Tisracher, I would probably be in those rebellious Be the first titan to be slain by mortals in Mortals' Counterattack."

"Only when I return to Azeroth and infuse the energy of the Titans can I truly wake up. What you see is just a trace of my consciousness."

The paladin took two steps back. He looked at Gris and Huron. After the emotions of the two calmed down slightly, Dick's expression became serious.

"So... Huron, Gris, tell me, is Azeroth as brave, upright, and unyielding as ever?"

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

Gris responded loudly, "After you brought a new dawn to Azeroth, our civilization has stepped into the sea of ​​stars. In the 2000 years of war, we have never failed to live up to the infinite future you won for us. Did not succumb to any opponent!"

"Wherever the battle flag of Azeroth flies, it is our territory!"

"very good!"

Dick heaved a sigh of relief, and he turned to Huron. His bloodline heir had calmed down from that anger, and was looking at him with burning eyes.

"Then, tell me, Huron, is the light of my homeland as good as ever?"

"Yes, Azeroth is still as beautiful as ever, and its existence has become more glorious and great because of your will. That world is looking forward to your return, old grandfather... We are looking forward to your return !"

Looking at Huron's finally calm and slightly moist eyes, Dick's smile became wider and wider,

"Okay! Then let's go home...Let me go home..."