Dick's question came too suddenly.

However, a strange woman like Azhara was naturally not stumped by this question, and she pondered for a moment before speaking,

"If you could show me the true existence of fate, I might believe it, for me, fate... It didn't exist in the first place. ”

"Hmm. ”

Dick nodded noncommittally, then pointed his finger to the surface of the crystal that had been placed in a delicate chest, and in the process, Azhara told him how the crystal had been found.

"About 2 days ago, my astrologers saw a glimmer of light across the sky, and in general, a meteor like this one falls to the ground, and it always gets some special interpretation, and for skilled astrologers, they can see future fragments in these interpretations, but this time it's different!"

The Queen of the Deep played with the scepter in her hand and said in an uncanny tone,

"The light that fell from the sky showed nothing, and it seemed to be out of place with the world itself, as if it had been forcibly thrown into the world before, which had never happened before, and I was intrigued by the phenomenon, so I mobilized the Nagas to find the location where the light finally landed, and then in the great trench outside the city of Sulamar, my loyal Nagas found it. ”

Her Majesty was playing with her fingers a little bored, and she watched Dick's fingertips touch the crystal,

"It's mysterious, I can feel the light energy inside it, but the way the energy is arranged I have never heard of, as if it contains some special message, but I can't decipher it! ”

"Buzz"

As soon as Azhara's words fell, a large and soft energy appeared on the surface of the crystal, as if a box had been opened, and the light inside lingered outside the box, and the crystal that rejected her seemed to have been opened under Dick's contact.

Dick's figure was buried in the light, his brow furrowed, as if in thought, and the stunned Azhara and Talisa could see the intricate text of holy light emerging from the surface of the crystal, suspended in the air, like the light and shadow of some special magic when activated.

"You opened it?"

Aishara asked.

Dick withdrew his finger, and all the visions, all the light, all the holy texts just now completely disappeared at this moment, as if everything he had seen before had never appeared.

"No... No. ”

The paladin's expression was a little solemn, he shook his finger, and replied, "There's a special permission blockade inside this thing, it's a very old-fashioned method, but it works, but I know what this thing is. ”

"Fragments of Naru... And it's a fragment that carries some kind of important information. ”

"Naru, those tangram creatures that the Draenei worship?"

Azhara immediately lost all interest, she looked at the crystal a little bored, and turned sharply to walk into the ocean,

"I'll leave it to you, Mr. Dick, I'm not interested in the god-chattering guys, I'm going back to Vaskil, good luck with you. ”

"Wait... Queen of the Deep, you'd better come with me to Essoda. ”

Dick reached out and closed the box, holding it in his hand, and said to Azshara, "I haven't seen much, but there's no doubt that there is a part of it that you are absolutely interested in. ”

Azhara turned her head, her silver eyes fixed on the box in Dick's hand,

"Something to do with me?"

"Well, it has a lot to do with you. ”

Dick nodded, then turned to Talisa, who was standing aside, and ordered, "Arcanist of Sulama, block all news of this crystal, oh yes, there is a trade fair in Voidstorm in Draenor in 3 days, if you are not busy, you can go to it, there are many good things you haven't seen before." ”

Talisa nodded respectfully, compared to the legendary Azara, the world manager in front of her seemed more real, and Talisa knew the true meaning of Dick's existence, and she didn't dare to slack off on Dick's orders.

Dick and Esshara strolled to the sea, one was the World Administrator, the other was the Queen of the Deep, and the sea could only rise under the will of these two to rush into the sea of mist, and it was faster than all the waves in nature, of course, both Dick and Azhara had a faster way forward.

The speed of light or the portal, it's hard to say which is faster.

The Secret Blue Island, which is the gathering place chosen by the Drane after falling in Azeroth, it and the adjacent Secret Blood Island are a twin island of existence, located in the Sea of Mist, the Night Elves originally planned to put a World Tree seed in the Sea of Mist as their second home, but due to Dick's intervention, they saw the traces of nightmarish contamination inside the seed in advance.

Therefore, the World Tree Darnassus, which should have existed in the Sea of Mist, has no trace of it to this day.

Of course, this incident was only one of the most inconspicuous things Dick did for Azeroth, so inconspicuous that the Night Elves themselves did not realize that Dick had actually saved them a sad and cruel fate, and from this point of view, Dick saved the fate of thousands of Night Elves, but no one cared about that, not even Dick.

When you decide to give everything to a world, everything is a small matter except for the world itself.

Beyond the adventures and deliverances, Dick didn't realize that he was more of the embodiment of the will of this world than the sleeping star spirit Elune.

Essodar's jewel-like ship's hull sits in the part of the island bordering the sea, like a palace made of gems, although it still looks intact, but Dick knows that the moment Essoda entered this world, it had been pierced through the hull by the original Yugsaron manipulating Ulduar, of course, this also avoided the tragedy of Essoda crashing directly into the island of Secret Blue.

The fate of thousands of Draenei was saved, but at the cost of Essoda being more damaged than in the game, and the shipship in the game was said to have the possibility of restarting, but now, Essoda, whose engine had been broken, had completely lost the ability to soar through the starfield.

But truth be told, this tragic outcome made no difference to the Draenei who followed Vilen, on the contrary, these pathetic exiles embraced this new world of abundance with great enthusiasm and began to create an environment suitable for their survival.

Now that fate has changed, the world is far more peaceful than it was, so the Draenei's rebuilding plans are going well, and when Dick and Azhara arrive on the Secret Blue Isle, the Draenians are celebrating their ancient festival.

The day of the summer solstice, which is said to have been the longest day in the distant world of Argus, was a day where people climbed mountains, prayed to the stars, and had grand dinners and dances, just as lively as the Spring Festival and Winter Veil Festival in Azeroth.

However, after the fall to Azeroth, the festival deviated slightly, and the Draenei still used the Argus calendar, but in reality, the summer solstice of Argus was a snow-covered day in the Azeroth calendar.

But this did not detract from the longing for a new life for the poor people who had regained their place of existence, and it became the real beginning of a beautiful new life after the major powers of Azeroth made it clear that they would be open to accepting the Draenei exiles.

Of course, the Secret Blue Island and the Secret Blood Island could not accommodate the slowly recovering Draenei civilization, and after the Draenei in the Outlands also returned to Azeroth, their number reached 60, and the two small islands simply could not accommodate so many people, so after 2 years of negotiations, the Night Elves and Orcs finally made concessions.

The Black Sea, Ashendale and Stonetalon Mountains, a narrow strip of land near the Sea of Mist, were "leased" to the Draenei for 200 years, and the Draenei, the de facto controller of the Stonetalon Mountains, the Tribe's spokesman, also stated that they were willing to live peacefully with these exiles who looked like the Demons of Ereda as long as they did not attack and snoop on the Orc strongholds and defenses.

For this, Viren paid almost half of the money and gems of the entire Delaneei exiles, worth enough to cover the taxes of the richest dwarven kingdom for 30 years, but for the exiles who have lost everything, money and gems are useless, they need a land to live in.

They are also immortals, and 200 years is only enough time for one generation to multiply, but as the most powerful prophet of Azeroth, Viren knows that in its current form, after 200 years, the Draenei will no longer have to worry about the land of survival, and the world is full of hope for the future, even more than the Argus of the past.

This is probably the best gift a Draenei can ever receive after thousands of years of exile.

So after Dick and Eshara quietly landed, what was seen was the scene of the Draenei people dressed in festive costumes, under the auspices of the great prophet Viren, sincerely following the ancient tradition of praying to the stars and the Holy Light, which is said to be the beginning of the summer festival, after which there will be three days of feasting and joy.

For the Draenei who are busy building their homes, there is no better spiritual enjoyment than this day.

In the large square at the entrance to Essoda, the garrisons of the Hand of Argus, dressed in ceremonial armor and armed with golden spears with the Draenei's jewel shield emblem and ribbon, stood mightily on either side of the stands, and the leader of the garrisons, the strongest Marrad, stood not far behind Viren.

The Great Prophet wore a white robe inlaid with purple gems, which looked more dignified than the sacrificial robe he often wore, with very wide cuffs, and after the Prophet opened his arms, the sleeves hung on his arms like flags, and Viren looked solemn, and on his purple-skinned forehead, the purple runes representing the divine were suspended in the air, shining, the same existence as Dick's Order Icon, and of course, Dick knew that it was also called the "Draenei Leader's Seal".

His sacrificial robes were fastened with an ornament resembling a golden crown, and with Vilen's white beard hanging down to his abdomen, he looked sacred, his arms outstretched, and he held the amethyst staff that bound the red glowflies in one hand, allowing the crystals on the staff to float slowly, and holding a string of black gemstone rosaries in the other.

At the moment when he spoke, a triangular circle painted with the pattern of holy light appeared behind him, and the golden light was imprinted in the air like a flame text, accompanied by the sound of Viren's chanting, the light continued to sway, reorganized, and it seemed that there was a sense of hope and order.

"Blessed are the forerunners, who have illuminated the darkness for them!"

Viren's solemn voice echoed throughout the square, and at this moment, everything was silent, and even the sound of the wind blowing the woods was drowned out.

"Blessed are the brave who make their faith rock solid in a cruel world!"

"Blessed are the wise who let all calamities and misfortunes turn into motivation for those who come after them!"

"Blessed are those who are full of hope, bathed in the best blessings from the other side of hope. ”

"The tragic history of the exiles finally ends at this moment... My people, my friends, we will gather under this banner, and we will light our staggering steps with the forbearance of the past. ”

"The hope of the new life lies in the heart of every human being, meditating on the preciousness of peace and the grace of this world. ”

The prophet's voice was slow and low in this short but meaningful prayer, and like the sky before a storm, it was a deafening encouragement.

"Celebrate this time, people of Essoda, celebrate what we have now! This is the best of times! This is the time that belongs to us, to the time of hope. ”

"On the summer day, the longest day, the stars and the Light will remember our efforts and toils, and we will remember the inspiration they have given us. ”

"A new life begins!"

So the whole square fell into a jubilant happiness and joy, which made Aishara standing outside the square a little uncomfortable, whether in the past or in the present, her understanding of rule is incompatible with the prophet, but even if it is as expensive as Aishara, she has to admit that the prophet's voice and everything in front of him can't help but embrace this beauty.

"He was a truly kind man, a brave man, a wise man. ”

Dick sighed beside her, "The exiles of Argus ought to be glad they had such a wise leader. ”

"You think so highly of him?"

Azhara glanced at Dick in surprise and pouted, "In my opinion, he's just a god of faith. ”

"Oh, would a god stick take the initiative to seal away an evil that he can't defeat?"

Dick shook his head, he breathed a sigh of relief,

"As for what I think of him, of course, this is my companion. ”