At the same time as Crocoun's great retreat, Dick stood on the ground of the Makere ruins.

He sat cross-legged at the top of the unseemly earth that had been corroded by the winds of the Void, his eyes closed, as if he were closing his eyes and waiting for the toughest battle to come.

The glowing flames and silver light of Tisharacher were placed flat on his lap, the shield of Agrama resting back to his radiant appearance was placed in his hand, his fingers twitching on the hilt and blade of the sword, and his will spread rapidly across the land of the ruined planet, the sky, and the sea of poisonous fog that no one wanted to approach.

His mind moved, and in the depths of the sea of poisonous fog obscured by dark green poisonous gas, in the Dead Sea where there was no life, a large vortex quickly formed, and then under Dick's continuous attention, the vortex became larger and larger, and finally caused a tumbling storm to appear in the entire sea of poisonous mist.

It was as if some kind of savage beast was about to leap out of the vortex, but after Dick looked away, the vortex quickly subsided as if it had never appeared.

His attention was again on the empty Antorus, the Flame Mountains, and with a flick of his will, the mountains shook silently, and soon, on the already ruined Antoran wasteland, a terrible earthquake appeared, and the panicked demons rushed out of their hiding places, only to be swallowed up in the cracks that appeared in the shaking earth that was shaking more and more.

His attention flew to the sky again, leaving behind a shattered land, and as his will traveled through the sky, the curtain of eternal night was opened, and the scorching light from the stars shone into the ruined planet for the first time, it was scorching, and the hidden demons even screamed when they came into contact with this scorching light.

But Dick's will, bathed in the sun, felt an indescribable comfort, warm, like the sunbathing he had enjoyed on the beach of Theramore.

Theramore... I don't know if I can go back there.

I don't know if anyone will be sad because of his choice, probably yes.

A smile welled up on Dick's lips at the thought of the crying Gianna and Leadrin, and Sylvanas who accompanied Aurelia in Quel'Thalas, and... Kaliya.

One by one, the images of these women in his life appeared in his mind, and then disappeared quickly, making his heartstrings tremble again and again, like waves on a silent sea because of the breeze.

And everything he's been through, Quel'Thalas, North, Silisus, Blackstone, Northrend, Draenor, and Shakan, and finally Agus.

It was a brilliant trajectory of life, a legendary trajectory, a trajectory of the Holy Light, a trajectory of justice and order, and he finally became the kind of person he once wanted to be.

Became a hero, became a shelterer, became a savior, became a conqueror.

What ideals remain unfinished?

The paladin kept digging into the deepest part of his memory, trying to find the original fantasy of Dick who was lying helplessly in the Silver Pine Forest waiting to die, but it was so far away that it was almost like a matter of two worlds, and his memory had become blurred, connecting with the experiences brought by the other world.

When he looked through those experiences, it was even as if he was watching another bizarre story, and the years in Azeroth had completely changed him, and he had adapted to this world, but he no longer had much of a sense of what he once was.

It was like another life that had nothing to do with him at all, a stranger's life.

But that's him!

It is like a life that has been forcibly cut off, the first half is pale, fantastic, cowardly, lonely, and humble, while the second half is bright, glorious, supreme, great, and full of fulfillment.

Why did he get into this world, and why did he become who he is?

It seemed like there was no need to answer the question, but he would be grateful to Nogannon for bringing him this memory, this life.

He finally realized that it was not the world that made him, but his own experience that made Dick his name, not that he became steadfast, brave, fearless and great everywhere he crossed, but that he opened his heart to the world and the world accepted him.

The moment he truly forgets who he was before, thinks like an Azeroth, thinks about the future of this world, and connects his fate with the fate of this world, he truly embarks on the path to greatness.

Instead of treating the world as one's own plaything, taking this journey as a stage to show oneself wantonly, entering the fate of this world as a real participant, not a bystander, and finally changing it little by little, rather than sobbing and rudely breaking it completely from the middle.

Yes... This is Dick's path of light.

The trajectory from mortal to king of the world.

He never owed the world too much, and the world owed him too much, but, it didn't matter.

Dick finally gave up thinking about it, and looked up at the black chasm that had torn the whole sky and the earth in the distance, and black lightning and storms gathered in it, and with Dick's gaze, he could even see the scenery of another star field in it.

It was the same as Argus, shining with a cold and silent light, and was there also ten thousand stars shining there?

Is there a story that is as stirring as Azeroth?

Dick took a deep breath, he felt endless courage tumbling and surging in his heart, at this moment of facing the most powerful dark lord in this universe, he strangely found that there was not the slightest fear in his heart, when he completely let go of all concerns, when this battle was regarded as a curtain call, all fear and horror disappeared in his bright heart.

From the past experience will temper him like steel, beyond steel, in the face of battle, he will no longer fear, will not stop, he will only rush forward as soon as possible, and fight with him to the death.

A civilization that has just begun a brilliant destiny is behind him, and in this fate, he has never been left with a choice, he has always been like this, there is no way back, and he has never chosen to give up.

Once he had become accustomed to indomitable progress, it was difficult to silence himself any longer, and he could have left Argus with the migratory army, leaving a ruined battlefield for Sargeras, but he was unwilling to do so.

"Come on, let me see, if you are as terrifying as the legend, let me see, can you defeat me..."

The chant sounded around Dick, even if he didn't use the slightest bit of power.

The flame rained down from the sky, even if he didn't spread any of his holy energy.

The bright aura and silver halo spread out behind him, completely wielding Dick's will, he felt that he was in better shape than ever, after gaining control of this world from Argus, the suffering of this world weighed on his shoulders, it was pain, but it could not move Dick.

He has spread his will in every inch of this world, and he has made up his mind to give Sargeras a real "surprise" the moment he passes through the portal.

"Illidan, how long will it take?"

Dick asked in the spirit link, and the voice of the King of the Outlands soon came, "30 minutes at most! The starship is full, do you really want to leave the Iron Legion here? That's a real elite combat power, it's a waste! We can keep some of the Eredar demons, I don't think they're of any use." ”

"No, no!"

"Illidan, they are the hope of the future, the Iron Legion is just a consumable of war, they will not complain about dying in such an ultimate showdown... Go, take in as much of the future as possible, you are the future!"

Dick turned off the communication and continued to close his eyes, the sharp breath swirled rapidly in him, like a storm of sharp blades, getting sharper and sharper, and in the end, the formless and insubstantial aura even formed a blade-like existence, tearing and slicing the unsightly mountains and earth around him that were corroded by the wind of the void.

Like a sharp sword rising into the sky, Dick was the sharpest blade.

"The Duke of Theramore is full!"

"The Sword of Wryn is full!"

"The Blackwater Blade is full!"

“...”

It took a full 60 starships to fill the Argus refugees who had gathered on the land of Krokun, and the once noisy camp was left with only the steel soldiers who were still holding the last line, and they did not fall before everyone fled, when the world was collapsing.

There wasn't even a hint of expression on their indifferent faces, and at the moment when the starship slowly lifted into the air, the commander of the Iron Legion who was standing on the ground, the giant tectonic creature, Dick's loyal servants, Jian Xi and Tai Xi looked at the starship that was about to leave this world, there was no fear or hatred in their eyes, they just looked at the golden fortress that rushed into the sky with a hopeful gaze.

Viren, Illidan, Uther, and the other generals and captains all stood in their positions, looking at the legion that would remain in their memories forever.

"We are cowards... We have abandoned our battlefields. ”

The captain of the starship "Silver Dawn", the great warrior Dalyan, who had not seen him for a long time, looked at the ground that was getting farther and farther away, his eyes were full of tears of shame,

"It will be the darkest day of my life, and I will never forget how we fled this battlefield that should have been full of honor, and we should have stayed and fought with him, and fought with these warriors against the impossible opponent, but we fled. ”

"In this day and age, there is no one braver than them..."

Dalyan raised his left hand, put his fist to his chest through the porthole, and said a final goodbye to the steely warriors, and behind him were all the commanders and soldiers of the Silver Dawn, who were as silent as lifeless pillars.

Their will, and the will of the Iron Legion left behind below, converged into some kind of higher, more tenacious existence in the scorching dawn of Argus torn by Dick, the backbone of a civilization, the pillar that sustained them farther and to the top.

It is the flower of the future that must be watered by the blood of heroes.

Who would refuse such a great death?

Who would resist such a glorious sacrifice?

No one...

"All starships ready!"

Tulayan's voice rang out in the communication channel with a hint of unrelieved grief, "The Keystone Door is open!

“3”

“2”

“1”

"Buzz"

Standing in the porthole of the Storm Fortress, Illidan looked back at the direction of the dark rift between heaven and earth for the last time, the dark green keystone in his hand floated quickly in the air, under the command of Illidan's strong will, a dark green vortex appeared in the starry sky, and then expanded rapidly, until the last trace of energy was squeezed dry, and the area of the starry sky gate was far less than one-third of the last time.

The King of the Outlands gritted his teeth, aggravating that will, and the next moment.

"Click"

A crack appeared on the dark green keystone, making everyone tremble, and the starry sky gate in front of them expanded again, but this was not enough, the king of the outer lands let out a painful snort, and the crack on the keystone shattered again, and even fell into small pieces, but Illidan did not stop.

The sacrifice made by Dick was in his eyes, compared to such a great choice, what was the key stone?

"Open it for me!"

"Bang"

A black crack appeared on the keystone again, but it didn't shatter in the end, and the starry sky gate in front of him finally opened enough for all starships to pass through at once.

"Teleport!

Tulayan's voice fell, and the void lit up one after another, like bright stars in the sky.

Agus, the star spirit, held the World Scepter in her hand and pressed her little face against the porthole of the Storm Fortress, her eyes could see the figure sitting at the top of the Makere ruins with her back to them, and she waved vigorously at him.

"Dick, be sure to come back!"

The paladin didn't look back, a gentle smile on his lips.

"I will..."