Chapter 716

Huron don minehill, the only son of his majesty abad minehill, the grandson of his majesty diktor don minehill, the great grandson of his majesty Kariya minehill, and the true blood successor of Dick, is also the only blood left in Azeroth after his disappearance.

He is also one of the few people in Azeroth who was born with the qualification to enter the temple of odul freely. The blood in his veins has already become one of the symbols of Azeroth. In the highest circle, Huron's family is also known as "the person closest to God".

However, the development of minehill has somewhat disappointed Elune, the star of Azeroth, who has the blood of Dick, but in three generations, not even a legendary person has appeared, let alone stepping on the road of Titan like their ancestors.

They put too much emphasis on worldly power, but considering Huron's other half, it's also a matter of great importance.

At this moment, at the edge of the Prussian region, 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. It looked as black as ink, and it didn't even have a ray of light on the outside, and it seemed full of a mysterious sense.

His fingertips touched the surface of the crystal, and there was a trace of coolness, just like the feeling that went straight to the bottom of his heart. But soon, he seemed to be aware of the approaching of foreign objects. The crystal vibrated slightly, and a little heat emerged from the coolness, twining around Huron's fingertips.

"Buzz"

There was a soft sound from the box he was carrying behind him. Tisaracher felt the awakening of the sleeping soul. The creation warrior seemed to be singing for his master. After thousands of years, his long waiting finally paid off.

There was a touch of excitement in the wind sweeper's compound eyes. Huron took a deep breath and seemed to want to calm the restless soul. But the next moment, a bright silver light appeared from the crystal and swallowed all the people present into the light.

It's not blazing, it's not scorching, it's not harmful, it's just a kind of gentle breeze, just like a pair of warm hands embracing the people. After the dazzling silver light dissipates, what comes to people's eyes is a piece of grassland blown by the wind.

The sky is blue, the wind is gentle, the sun is shining, and it is not overbearing. Where it comes into the eye, it is the grass swaying with the wind, while in the air, it is an unimaginable freshness. When we enter this kind world from the origin of the environment, we all feel as if we are separated from each other.

Not far from people's eyes, a lush tree stands in the middle of the grassland. The tree is very low. Under the tree, there is a table and seven chairs. A man in a white robe is sitting on the chair with his back to them. It seems that he is enjoying the rare peace.

"Is that him?"

The orcs took two steps forward, then turned their heads to see kirruk and lakish, the only two brave men who had seen Dick here. They nodded and strode forward.

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

Lakish kneels down on one knee 5 meters away from Dick, while kerluk does the etiquette of a mantis demon. In exchange for this kind of greeting, dick gets up. He turns around and looks at the people he once dealt with, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Ah, here you are."

The paladin shrugged. "You're here much earlier than I thought. Azeroth has developed to this level in 2000... How's kirruk and Kel'Thuzad?"

This strange name is a bit confusing for the people present, especially for Kelman and baslon, who were born in the interstellar age. They just know that the leader of the wormlin is called "master", which is a mysterious existence. Even the blood aristocrats like Huron and Grice only know that the master used to be a human, his name, The Federation of Azeroth has become a taboo existence.

Faced with Dick's question, kerook bowed down respectfully and replied,

"The situation of the master is very good. If it wasn't for the war with Karachi that he had no time to separate himself, I'm afraid he would have come to meet you personally."

"Meet me?"

Dick was dumbfounded. "I think it's better to avoid meeting him when I'm in this state. Maybe that guy will do some weird experiments with me."

This joke is not what kirruk can evaluate. He takes a step back rationally, and Dick focuses on lakish again,

"Well, I guess my old friend Veron hasn't been sent away by time, either?"

Lakish nodded,

"After hearing about you, my father also planned to come here in person, but his physical condition is not optimistic. There is an end to Delaney's long life. However, I think my father will have the last regret to see his old friend again before entering the hall of souls."

"Well, I miss him very much, too. In the old dream that occasionally appears, I dreamed more than once of the years when I fought with those old friends. Ah, the thousand year wait has finally come to an end, which is a good thing."

With a smile, Dick passed over Lakesh. His eyes glanced at the rest of the crowd. The spirits of the colonel and the major immediately became weak and powerless. With their power of existence, even the gaze of the Titan spirit could not bear. Fortunately, Dick moved his eyes in time and finally stayed on Huron and grace.

"You... You should be galush's child, right?"

Dick told Grice what the latter wanted to say, but in the face of the man in front of him, he just nodded and replied in an orc voice,

"Yes, Lord Dick, I'm the great grandson of garrush Hellscream, Grice Hellscream, the fleet commander of pruck! It's a pleasure to meet you. This will be the most glorious day of my life

"No, the glory of Hellscream always lies on the battlefield, between blood and fire, rather than meeting an old man who should be eliminated by time."

Dick reached out and patted grace on the shoulder. "You'll be a good fighter. I'm sure grom and garrush will be proud of you!"

This evaluation makes Grice happy. Although the glory of the blood aristocracy does not need other people's approval, 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 particularity could not hide from the eyes of a Titan spirit. He could see the connection between the young man and him at a glance. Even though he had lost the entity, the faint response existed in the blood, but the inheritance engraved into the bone marrow could not be false.

"Tell me, child, what's your name? Carlia, is she... Is she OK? "

Huron was worried about meeting his ancestors, and Dick's eyes made him even more nervous. When he knew that this problem appeared, the young man's body stopped shaking. Like Dick, he also felt the connection between the great existence and him.

He looked up at Dick.

He has black hair, is not handsome, and even has some ordinary appearance. He is wearing an ordinary white robe, and has no nobleness and elegance at all. But his eyes are the only one. When he looks directly into those eyes, Huron feels the existence of two whirlpools, and wants to absorb his energy and attention completely.

In that whirlpool's startling glance, he seemed to see the whole universe and endless starry sky, but when he returned to God, he found that he seemed to see nothing. Everything before was a dream.

He lowered his head slightly, and answered with a kind of junior tone and a kind of irrecoverable indifference,

"My name is Huron, Huron don minehill. My grandmother passed away 1341 years ago. She has been waiting for you for 2000 years. Even after her death, she has to be a spirit, waiting for your return in the cold Temple of odul. You failed her for 2000 years! My father once told me that even when she died, she still looked at the stars in the sky with hope. She would spend every night between hope and disappointment for 2000 years

There is always resentment, especially witnessing the sadness of the closest person, the kind of almost desperate waiting. When recalling queen Carlia's sad life, Huron forgets the identity of Dick, the gap between them, and everything. His eyes are red and he stares at Dick,

"And Gianna, lyadeline, Sylvanas, and anvila... My elders are watching from the top of the cold mountains... You let them down!"

"You've let them down for 2000 years!"

"All right, Huron... Stop it."

Grice looked at Dick's sad face and pulled his friend's arm in horror. In fact, in his opinion, the waiting of the housewives was not a kind of luck. He had seen many people who got the news of their relatives' death and were completely defeated at the moment of receiving the news.

Huron fought for his elders, but he didn't think that waiting with hope might be a kind of happiness for the mothers.

"Children, I'm really sorry for them... I'm actually thinking of my loved ones every day I'm stuck here, but I'm just like a prisoner..."

Dick replied with self mockery, "I can't move even a little bit, and my will can only be enveloped in this pyramid. Those mortals, I try to teach them knowledge as much as possible. That's my last attempt to use my last strength, but they let me down at last. Their first thought after entering the sea of stars is to turn around and kill me and try to take everything from me, Not every civilization can be Azeroth... I tried to destroy everything in my anger, but I was just a little bit close to falling into the dark, but I finally insisted, I know you will come. "

Dick opens his arms and gently embraces the bewildered Grice and Huron,

"Thank you, children... You are here, when I am about to despair."

"You... You're awake, aren't you?"

After Dick let them go, Grice looked around in surprise and asked, "you can even make dreams outside the great pyramid."

"Oh, that's a good question... Grice, when do you dream?"

Dick looks at the ORC with a smile. He shakes his head,

"The existence of the spirit of Titan is beyond your imagination. I can only tell you that I didn't wake up, and now I am the weakest in history. If it wasn't for tisaracher's protection, I would be the first Titan killed by mortals in those rebellious attacks."

"Only when I go back to Azeroth and infuse Titan's energy can I really wake up. What you see is just a trace of my consciousness."

The paladin stepped back two steps. He looked at Grice and Huron. After their emotions were slightly calmed, Dick's expression became serious,

"So... Huron, Grice, tell me, is Azeroth as brave, upright and unyielding as he used to be?"

"Yes! Your majesty

Grice responded loudly, "after you have brought new dawn to Azeroth, our civilization has entered the sea of stars. In the battle of 2000, we have never failed to live up to the infinite future you have won for us, and we have never succumbed to any opponent!"

"Where the Azeroth flag flies, it's our territory!"

"Very good!"

Dick was relieved. He turned to Huron. His blood successor had recovered from the anger and was looking at him with burning eyes.

"So tell me, Huron, is the light of my hometown as it used to be?"

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

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

"Good! Let's go home... Let me go home... "