Chapter 22 Chapter Twenty Two

They stood at the top of Wyrmrest Temple, waiting for dawn: four Aspects and an orc.Even though he was exhausted, he still had a triumphant expression on his face.The brutality of the war overshadows the victory over Chromatus: count the dead, heal the wounded, search for the missing. A few battles took a lot—too many lives.When the sun rises above the horizon, the solemn funeral will begin.But, at least for now, everything that needs to be done has been done. No trace of Father Twilight was found among the bodies of the dead zealots.Though Thrall mentioned that among the charred corpses were the remains of many human males.But Kylygosa always shook her head. "No," she said. "I knew him, even when he was burned to ashes."

Kalecgos watched her, worried.She has suffered for months and only time will heal her wounds.But she has returned to her kind, and has become the apple of the eye of the Life-Binder.Sal thought she would be fine. All they found was the body of the Twilight dragon.The rest fled like headless chickens.And Chromatus-- In order to prevent the power of darkness from awakening him again, the dragon decided to destroy his body. They failed.Some of the powerful spells implanted in it, the magic and crafts that had originally brought him life; these dark forces intermingled to protect his body from any power to destroy it.

"Then, we will send someone to guard him forever, until we find a way to destroy him one day," Alexstrasza made such a decision. "We'll have deputies here to watch. He's not dead...but as long as there's no living Mars, he's no longer a threat." "In the battle of the Nexus, Malygos created an arcane prison," Kalecgos said. "We know how it works. We can expand it, strengthen it, keep him in there." Here stood five figures, four dragons and an orc, looking towards the east. "For the time being, we will go our separate ways," Nozdormu said quietly. "But we'll never be truly separated. Never again." He looked up at the others. "Thrall...I told you some things I've learned." Thrall nodded, and though he had heard the terrible news, he stood still, listening with the other Aspects.

"Sarl came to me because I was trying to find some kind of answer. As you all know, I was given the ability to travel through time and was told how to die. At the same time, I will never question what I know Whether it is true, whether it is correct—and in my journey, in a certain time stream—I became the leader of the eternal dragon." They stared at him with horror on their faces.For a long time, no one was able to speak again.Then, Alexstrasza asked softly, "A certain time stream. Is it the real one, my old friend?" "I don't know," he replied. "I was just looking for the truth of this thing. To—find a way for me to avoid being my total opposite. And that's what I found on that journey, and I had Thrall tell you: Our All the encounters - the madness of Malygos and Deathwing, the Emerald Dream turning into the Emerald Nightmare, the Twilight Cultists... everything is connected. That's when I told Thrall. Then I found another Clues, I hope the truth will come to light. I will come to help you after a long time, because I have discovered the culprit of all crimes and terrors."

His eyes gleamed with honest rage in the dawn light. "It...even now, it's hard for me to open my mouth. It is", his sonorous voice was so depressed, "Ancient God!" The other three mighty Aspects stared at him, their eyes wide with shock and terror.Thrall saw their expressions, and his heart beat with fear.He knew of their existence, ancient and powerful demons; two hidden in Ulduar and Ahn'Qiraj. "I've heard of their existence," Thrall said, "but you should know more." They were silent for a while, as if the ancient god would appear as soon as they opened their mouths.Then: "There are old stories, Thrall," said Alexstrasza, much less alive. "Demons whispered in their ears, enchanting them to do terrible evil. These inscrutable whispers became their own will."

Thrall realized he had heard similar stories. "The tauren said that the first time they heard the whispers of darkness, the demons marked them," Ysera also nodded, with a painful expression on her face. "These Whisperers have even invaded the Emerald Dream," "Even," continued Kalecgos, "invaded Deathwing's mind when he was known as Neltharion, Keeper of the Earth. The Old Gods drove him mad, Thrall. The Old Gods Drive all black dragons into madness." "They are ancient, even older than we are," Nozdormu said. "Even before the coming of the Titans, they existed, and had it not been for the presence of the Maker, they would have destroyed the world. From the beginning of all things, no one has seen such a battle of worlds. Afterwards, they Imprisoned—hidden in the dark depths of the earth—sleeping in a bewitching sleep."

"The only way they could reach us was through the Whisperers," Alexstrasza said. "At least... for now." She looked Nozdormu straight in the eyes. "You say they are the source of all evil? They caused the fall of Neltharion, we already know that, in this time stream—but you say everything? Then it is in the infinite millions of lines timeline?" "For what purpose?" Kalecgos asked. "They need a purpose?" Ysera asked. "Who can understand the thoughts of the ancient gods, or dreams? They are devils, and they can confuse others even in their sleep."

"What is certain is that all of these dark events - are caused by the Old Gods. Is this just ~ out of their hatred, or is it their rehearsal? We have no way of knowing. What we need to know is that what happened Many things have caused immeasurable disasters~." He watched them intently. "Think of the things that wounded us. They tore us apart and mistrusted each other. Recall how we misunderstood Cleostrasz until we discovered his heroic deeds. Even you, doubted him , darling," he said softly to Alexstrasza, and she bowed her bright red head. "I think, if it is unavoidable to become the leader of the eternal dragon, it must also be caused by the ancient gods. But today... we understand. We, very ancient, seem to have wisdom as well." He Slightly smiled. "We have discovered the fact that we must rise and fall together to face the events that lie ahead." He turned to Ysera. "Any other possibilities?" he asked softly.

She shook her head. "No," she replied. "If we don't unite -- if we don't continue to unite, over and over again, we will never face the Twilight Hour, the fantasy end of destruction." "I thought this was the moment," Thrall wondered. She shook her head again. "Of course not," she said indulgently, as if he were a child.The only thing that can comfort Thrall is that the other dragons are as puzzled as he is.Ysera is powerful and kind, but her existence is somewhat different from other creatures. "You helped us, I had foreseen," the Green Aspect continued. "Though I'm not sure how you'll help us...but you did. The unsolved mystery is no longer a vision. It has outlines and shapes. My visions and dreams—will be clearer. A People who aren't one of us bring us back together. As long as we're together...for the real twilight hour...we can't fail."

"I came here with the hope of uniting the dragons," Alexstrasza said. "After much pain and loss, and struggle... things have gone beyond my expectations. You will always be welcome to the Red Dragon, Thrall, son of Durotan and Draka. Take it, I promise Symbol." She nimbly grabbed a scale on her left breast with her broad front paws.A small scale fell to the floor, emitting a crimson light.Thrall picked it up and put it reverently in his pocket—the pocket where the ancestor's acorn had been stored, and which also contained a necklace given to him by a young human girl.

The bronze dragon welcomes you too, friend of the Flow of Time," Nozdormu said. He also gave Thrall a precious glowing scale. "The Emerald Dream is not your realm, shaman. But remember, I will send you to dream healing from time to time. This is my scale, please accept it. I sincerely thank you for accepting my Please," Ysera continued. Kalec lowered his huge head, and in the first warm light of dawn, Thrall was sure he saw a tear in the eye of the blue dragon that had gifted him a scale from his left breast. "You, without a doubt, saved the blue dragonflight. Whatever you ask, I will grant you." Sal was flattered.He stood for a moment, trying to keep himself composed. "As I accept the scales from all of you, I sincerely hope that I can be your friend," he said to all of them. "Also," he smiled slightly, "please help me return to my beloved." It makes Thrall dumbfounded, he can always fly on the back of a dragon.Especially this dragon.During the weeks of fighting and traveling together, the two have become best friends.Sal knew he would miss her.They sent him back by Patek, which made Thrall a little curious, worried that the journey from the mainland to the Maelstrom would be too long for an ordinary dragon to bear.But Tik just smiled lightly. "We have the ability to make time go faster or slower, remember?" she told Thrall. "I will speed up our time... so we can fly faster and farther." Thrall was once again shocked by the capabilities of such an ordinary dragon.that's enough.After a short flight, they arrived at the maelstrom.Thrall noticed that when the bronze dragon saw this disturbed and angry vortex, its breathing became a little short. "This is where Deathwing entered our world," Tiek said silently. "No wonder the earth still bears so much torment." "I have a tauren friend who often prays to Mother Earth, and what you say is exactly the same as him," The huge creature twisted its neck to stare closely at Thrall. "Did they say it wrong?" Sal laughed. "I didn't say that," he said. "Never said that." They came to the place of the ceremony, and there seemed to be several solid surfaces not far away.Tik landed on it carefully, with gentle movements, as if life and death would touch the ground.Thrall slid off the bronze dragon's back, staring at her for a long time. "You have earned the respect of our race," Tik choked up a little. "You have dragon scales. Please use them when you need them, and we will come to your aid. I can only hope that wounded Azeroth will recover under your care, and with our care." "You're overdone, my friend. I just did my job." A happy grimace appeared on his scaly face. "You'll be surprised how few people actually try. This is your home, Thrall. I must go back. The hour of twilight will still come, and I must always be ready, with my lord, Nozdor Together with Tom, waiting for that moment to come. Thank you again...for helping us find each other." She lowered her head, just a few yards from the ground, and Thrall saw deep respect in it.His face felt a little hot.He nodded, watching Tik spread his wings and take to the sky.Under the dazzling sunlight, Thrall watched her figure gradually shrink, becoming a bird and a bug in the distance, and finally disappeared between the sky and the earth. Then, he straightened his back, closed his eyes and whistled, and a Wyvern flew over.Thrall stroked the creature, climbed onto him, and flew toward the camp. Several guards saw him, and when Thrall arrived at the camp in the Ring of the Earth, there were already many shamans waiting there. "Welcome home," Munn Earthfury said heavily, striding over and grabbing the orc by the shoulder. "You've been away for so long, but it's good, you've come back to us." Thrall smiled at the tauren. "Sometimes, it takes time to learn the lessons," he said quietly. "I think you will find that I have let go of the... devil in my heart, and I have a lot of knowledge and experience to share with you, which will definitely benefit us and our world." "I'd love to hear it," Moon replied. "Not only because you can benefit from it, but also because of your breath, friend, you—" he raised his horned head, as if thinking of the right words—"more stable, more calm." Sal nodded. "Indeed." "You're back!" It was Nobundo, who came over and grabbed Thrall's shoulders, with a warm smile on his face, and his simple face was full of happiness. "Welcome back," Nobundo said. "I eavesdropped on your conversation with Moon. I'm very happy. Are you hungry? Your journey must have been full of hardships and hardships. Come, let's talk while eating meat." "Thank you for your kindness," Thrall replied. "Nice to see you, but I didn't see that person. Sorry, I have to find her." He bowed to his colleagues in the Earthen Ring. Agra is not here; she should be here.He wondered where she had gone. In this place, it seems that the protruding point on the other side is the least dangerous.The herbs must be growing here, struggling to live somewhere, Thrall knew that Agra always came here to collect herbs, or either sat in a daze, or thought hard. Now, there she was, sitting peacefully on the ledge with her legs crossed and her eyes closed. She hadn't seen him yet, at that moment, Sal told himself not to move, just look at her where he was.It was the moment he had dreamed of for so long: to be back with this amazing woman who could always cheer him up and warm his heart with dazzling love.Her radiant love was almost too much for him to look at.Brown skin, hard skull, and those beautiful fangs.It was her, her face once made him hope in the cold.And this body, strong muscles, exquisite curves, and strong physique, he wanted to hold her in his arms and let her spend the rest of the time under his arms.Her laugh was the sound of heaven in his ears; her smile was his sun, moon, and stars. "Agra," he was not shy, calling out her name, but found that he could no longer speak. She opened her eyes, with a faint smile on her face. "You're back," she greeted calmly, her sudden joy made her speechless. "Welcome home." Thrall strode across here.Before she could speak, he picked her up and held her tightly in his arms. She laughed out loud, surprised and delighted, and put her arms around him.Her head was nestled in his arms.He could almost feel her heartbeat against his chest, it was full of joy and excitement. He held her like this until a long, long time passed.He was unwilling to let go at all, and she returned the same feeling.She pressed against his chest, not caring about the passing minutes. Finally, he loosened his arms slightly, and supported her face with his big green hands. "You're right," he said without warning. She raised her eyes, beckoning him to continue. "I hid behind the chieftain's name. Thrall of that tribe, Thrall of duty. I distanced myself from my inner self, and corrupted my eyes. If I didn't, I couldn't change them, couldn't change yourself." He stepped back and took her brown hand.Green and brown, their fingers are intertwined, feeling the rough texture of each other's skin as if meeting each other for the first time, examining each other's knife marks and scars.He raised her hand, placed it on his forehead, then let it go, looking lovingly into her eyes. "No matter how big or small, I can't really appreciate them. Like this strong arm." Her eyes are bright; are they sparkling with tears?But she was smiling happily, remembering herself at that time. "I've found my heart, Agra. I can feel life in every drop of rain, every ray of sunshine, every breath of air in my lungs, every beat of my heart. Full of sorrow and sentimentality, full of joy And expectations, they'll always be there for as long as you remember." "After leaving everything I created, I lost myself and didn't know where Thrall would go. But I found my direction, I knew myself. I knew my role. I knew...my desire .” She smiled, but remained silent, she was listening. "I know from the bottom of my heart that when that moment comes, I will go." "Tell me," she said quietly. They stood there, hugging each other.He told her everything: the story of his ancestors, Desharin's wish, the distant and familiar old enemy who traveled through time, the pain of watching his parents being killed, and saving Durotan, The joy of protecting that young baby. With tears in his eyes, he told all this.He recalled what he saw and heard on the road, the feelings in his heart, and his own decisions.All fears and good things rushed into his heart, and a strong brown hand was slowly wiping away the bitter tears that fell down for him. He told of Teresa and Krasus, and Nozdormu and Alexstrasza, Kalecgos and Ysera, and, of course, poor Krigosa.He speaks of personal feelings, understandings and expressions.There is also the experience and encounters of being an ordinary orc, and the lessons brought to the guardian dragon. "You got a gift," Agra said after he fell silent. "You get the chance to see who you really are, learn from your mistakes, change and grow. Not many people have that kind of vision, my dear." He took her hand and squeezed it tightly. "It was you who got me through the worst of times," he said, "and brought back my heartbroken Life-Binder." He told Agra in a whispering voice that he needed to be with her, to gaze into her face.When she listened to his words, tears welled up in her eyes, which was a bond of heart. "So, I'm back," he said finally. "I've been flattered to have experienced it all, and I will pay more for it in the future. But no matter when, I will treat it with sincerity and do my best. For you, for my friends. I will always be ready." Agra did not speak for a long time.Finally, an excited and deep voice burst through the throat, it was proud joy. "He, that's my Guyel." Thrall's fanged mouth opened wide, and he grinned in surprise. "Guyle," he said, the name playing on his lips. "My birth name." He stared at her with wide eyes, wanting to say something.But before he could speak, cheers came from behind him. "Thal! I just heard. You came back alive!" It was Lai Jia, he stepped in intentionally or unintentionally, seemingly indifferent.He walked quickly towards Sal, his face beaming with joy, and he patted Sal on the shoulder. "I bet you have a lot of stories to tell us!" Thrall took a few steps back and stood beside Agra.Facing Lai Jia, he also patted him on the shoulder. "Laija, my old friend... The Thrall you know is no longer here. I am Go'el, son of Durotan and Drake. Thrall stays only with me—" He turned to look at Agra, holding her wrist, and smiled "—with my dear heart." Laika chuckled. "Well said, my friend. Well said. Go and tell someone, but be quick. The roast is almost done, and we're preparing a big dojo. We'll wait for you, but not long!" Laika glanced at Thrall again, turned and walked back to the camp.Goyle looked at him and smiled.He turned to Agra, looked serious, took her hands tightly, and said in a more calm tone, "I mean it. Sal is only with me and my beloved... as long as she wants. We will spend our lives together." .” A wide smile appeared on Agra's face.She squeezed his hand back hard, the strength even made him feel pain. "I will follow Thrall till the end of time," Agra replied. "And how can I spend my whole life with Gouel?" He couldn't stop laughing.He thinks this is his happiest moment.He pressed against her forehead, and engraved the sweetness and gratitude in his heart at this time.Finally, he let her go, letting the wonderful moments flow to the past and welcome the present with warmth.Because the present time is just as happy. "We go home and tell them. Cruel challenges and serious missions await us. We will fight them and we will prevail. But no matter what happens, we will always be...together." Walking hand in hand with his future lifemate, Go'el returned to the tent, where the Earthen Ring awaited him.Tonight will be songs and laughs, tonight will be a celebration of victory.And when the sun rises tomorrow, they will continue to perform their duties and heal the earth. Goyle is ready.