Huron Don Minahir, the only son of His Majesty Abad Minehir, the grandson of His Majesty Dictor Don Minethir, the great-grandson of His Majesty Kalia Minethir, the true heir of Dick's bloodline, and the only bloodline remaining in Azeroth after his disappearance.

He is also one of the few people in Azeroth who was born free to enter the Temple of Ulduar, and the blood in his veins has long been one of the symbols of Azeroth, and in the highest circles, the Huron line is also known as "the closest to God".

However, Minethiel's development has somewhat disappointed Elune, the star spirit of Azeroth, who has the blood of Dick, but in three generations, not even a single legendary person has appeared, let alone stepped into the path of the Titans like their ancestors.

They value worldly power too much, but considering the other half of Huron's bloodline, this is also a good thing.

At this moment, at the edge of the Pruk Star Zone, in the Great Pyramid of the Origin Star, Huron stretched out his hand towards the soul stone suspended in the center of this mysterious space, it appeared as black as ink, and there was not even a trace of light on the outside, it seemed to be full of a mysterious sense.

His fingertips touched the surface of the crystal, and there was a slight coolness, as if it was a feeling that went straight to the bottom of his heart, but soon, as if sensing the approach of a foreign object, the crystal vibrated slightly, and a little burning heat emerged from the slight coolness, wrapping around Huron's fingertips.

"Buzz"

There was a soft sound from the box he was carrying behind him, and Tisharacher felt the awakening of the sleeping soul, the creation god who seemed to be singing for his master, and after thousands of years, its long wait finally paid off.

There was also a hint of excitement in the compound eyes of the Wind Raider, and Huron took a deep breath, as if to soothe the restless soul, but the next moment, a brilliant silver light appeared from the crystal, and everyone present swallowed it into the light.

It is not blazing, nor scorching, nor harmful, but only a breezy gentleness, like a pair of warm hands embracing everyone, after the dazzling silver light dissipates, what meets everyone's eyes is a windswept grassland.

The sky is blue, the breeze is gentle, the sun is shining but not overbearing, everywhere you look, there is grass swaying with the wind, and in the air, it is an unimaginable freshness, in the place of origin where the environment is so anxious to enter this kind world, which makes everyone have a feeling of being in a different world.

And not far in front of them, a lush tree stood in the middle of the meadow, the tree was very low, and under the tree was a table and seven chairs, and a man in a white robe was sitting on the chair with his back to them, as if savoring this rare peace.

"Is that him?"

The orc took two steps forward, then turned to look at Krruk and Rakish, the only ones here who had seen Dick, the two warriors from the era of 2,000 years ago, nodded and strode forward.

"Managers, we have crossed the sea of time, and finally... See you again. ”

Rakish knelt on one knee 5 meters away from Dick, while Kruck made a praying mantis courtesy, and this greeting was exchanged for Dick's rise, he turned around and looked at the person he had dealt with, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Ah, here you are. ”

The paladin shrugged, "You've come much earlier than I thought, and Azeroth has grown to this extent in the year 2000... Krruk, is Kel'thugad alright?"

This unfamiliar name made the people present a little confused, especially for Kelman and Basilon, who were born in the interstellar era, but only knew that the leader of the worms was called "Juggernaut", a mysterious existence, and even blood nobles like Huron and Gris only knew that the Juggernaut was once a human, and his name had become a taboo-like existence in the Azeroth Federation.

In the face of Dick's inquiry, Kruck respectfully leaned over and replied,

"Juggernaut is in good shape, and if it weren't for the war with Karakhi, he would have personally come to welcome you back. ”

"Greet me?"

Dick laughed dumbly, "I think it's better to avoid meeting him in my current state, that guy might do some weird experiments with me." ”

This joke is not something that Kruck can evaluate, he took a step back intellectually, and Dick turned his gaze to Rakish again,

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

Rakish nodded,

"After hearing about you, my father also planned to come in person, but his physical condition is not optimistic, and the longevity of the Draenei people is also endless, but before entering Valhalla, I think my father will be the last to see his old friends. ”

"Well, I miss him too, and it's a good thing that I've dreamed more than once in the dreams of the old days that occasionally come to mind, the years of war with those old friends, ah, the millennium of waiting has finally come to an end. ”

Dick smiled past Lakish, his gaze swept over the rest of the crowd, and the souls of the colonel and major immediately became weak and powerless, with the power of their existence, even the gaze of the Titan spirit could not bear, but Dick looked away in time, and finally stayed on Huron and Grace.

"You... You're supposed to be a Garrosh kid, right?"

Dick said to Grace, who wanted to say something, but in the face of the man in front of him, he finally just nodded and replied in a voice peculiar to an orc,

"Yes, Master Dick, I am the great-grandson of Garrosh Hellroar, Grace Hellroar, the fleet commander of the Prukh Sector!

"No, no, no, the glory of Hell's Roar will always exist on the battlefield, between blood and fire, not in the face of an old man who is already due to be eliminated by time. ”

Dick reached out and patted Grace on the shoulder, "You'll be a good fighter, I'm sure Grom and Garrosh will be proud of you!"

This evaluation made Grace happy, although the glory of the bloodline nobles does not need the recognition of others, but the existence in front of him is too special, and this evaluation is therefore full of gold.

Eventually, Dick's eyes fell on Huron.

His eyes became softer and softer, Huron's special could not hide the gaze of a Titan spirit, he could see at a glance the connection between the young man in front of him and him, the kind of response that faintly existed in the bloodline, even if it had lost its substance, but the inheritance engraved into the bone marrow could not be faked.

"Tell me, son, what's your name? Is she okay?"

Huron was already nervous about meeting his ancestors, and Dick's scrutinizing gaze made him even more nervous, and knowing that this question had arisen, the young man's body stopped trembling, and like Dick, he also felt the connection between this great being in front of him, who had never seen before, and him.

He looked up at Dick.

He had black hair, not handsome or even some ordinary looks, wearing ordinary white robes, there was no nobility and elegance at all, but only those eyes, when looking directly into those eyes, Huron felt the presence of two whirlpools, and wanted to completely absorb his energy and attention into them.

In the glimpse of the whirlpool, 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, and an indifference that could not be concealed,

"My name is Huron, Huron Don Minahir, my old grandmother died before 1341, she waited for you for 2,000 years, even after death, to become a heroic spirit, waiting for your return in the cold temple of Ulduar, you have failed her for 2,000 years! My father told me that even when she died, she still looked at the stars in the sky with hope, and she would spend every night between hope and disappointment, for 2,000 years!"

There was always resentment, especially witnessing the grief of those closest to him, that almost desperate waiting, and while recalling the sad life of Queen Kalia, Huron forgot Dick's identity, forgot the gap between the two, forgot everything, his eyes were red, staring at Dick,

"And Gianna, Liadrin, Sylvanas, and Anvina... My elders are watching from the top of that icy mountain... You've let them down!"

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

"Alright, Huron... Stop it. ”

Grace looked at Dick's increasingly sad face, and pulled his friend's arm with some trepidation, in fact, in his opinion, the waiting of those housewives was actually not a kind of luck, he had seen many people who had received the news of the death of their loved ones, and they were completely defeated the moment they received the news.

Huron was upset for his elders, but he didn't think that maybe that kind of hopeful waiting was actually a kind of happiness for the main mothers.

"Kid, I... I'm really sorry for them... I... I've been thinking about my loved ones every day I've been stuck here, but I'm like a prisoner..."

Dick laughed at himself and replied, "I can't move even the slightest, my will can only be shrouded in this pyramid, those mortals, I taught them as much as I can, it was my last attempt to use my last strength, but they finally let me down, their first thought after stepping into the sea of stars, is to turn around and kill me, try to take everything from me, not every civilization can become Azeroth... In my anger I wanted to destroy everything, and I was just a little bit away from falling into darkness, but I persevered, and I knew you would come. ”

Dick opened his arms and gently embraced the helpless Grace and Huron into his arms,

"Thank you, children... You came, just as I was about to despair. ”

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

Grace looked left and right in surprise after Dick let them go, and asked, "You can even create a dream that shrouds beyond the Great Pyramid." ”

"Oh, that's a great question... Grace, when are you going to dream?"

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

"The existence of the Titan Spirit is unimaginable to you, I can only tell you that I have not awakened, and now I am in the weakest state ever, if it were not for the protection of Tishalacher, I would probably become the first Titan to be killed by mortals in the counterattack of those rebellious mortals. ”

"Only when I return to Azeroth, infused with the energy of the Titans, can I truly wake up, and all you see is a glimmer of my consciousness. ”

The paladin took two steps back, he looked at Grace and Huron, and after the emotions of the two calmed down slightly, Dick's expression became serious,

"So... Huron, Grace, tell me, is Azeroth as brave, upright, and unyielding as it once was?"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Grace replied loudly, "After you brought a new dawn to Azeroth, our civilization has stepped into the sea of stars, and in the 2000 years of war, we have never failed to live up to the infinite future you have won for us, and we have never succumbed to any opponent!"

"Wherever the banner of Azeroth flies, it's our territory!"

"Good!"

Dick breathed a sigh of relief, and he turned to Huron, his bloodline heir had recovered from that anger and was looking at him with burning eyes.

"Tell me, then, Huron, is the light of his hometown the same as it used to be?"

"Yes, Azeroth is still as beautiful as ever, and its existence is made more brilliant and great by your will, and the world is looking forward to your return, old grandfather... We look forward to seeing you back!"

Looking at Huron's finally peaceful and slightly moist eyes, Dick's smile grew bigger and bigger,

"Okay, let's go home... Let me go home..."10