Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 127 26. Even demigods need to love learning, otherwise it won’t work if they just keep complaining when encountering problems!
“Ah, ah.”

Two wolf howls rang out one after another. At the summons of Nari and Rexxar, who had activated the burst, their hunting partners rushed into the battlefield. They entered the "Red Man" state of wild rage under the blessing of anger. Rexxar even directly activated the "Call of the Wild", allowing the surrounding crows to temporarily break away from Old Ansu's control, and began to attack their master with red eyes and a "reverse Tiangang" posture.

Maraad spread his wings, and as if out of personal vendetta, he charged his jeweled hammer with enough power to transform it into a "Strike of Holy Light" and smashed it towards Old Anzu in front of him.

My great uncle doesn't usually hold grudges, but this time he was really tortured by Old An Su.

Now that my elders are here, can I still be afraid of this damn "bully"?
The energy of the flying gem hammer gathered, and when Maraad bombarded it with the standard "Hammer of Justice", it shot forward like a railgun, smashing into old Ansu's head with a bang, but such a small amount of damage was at most like boiling water poured on the face of the demigod.

It hurts, but it's not fatal!

The cunning Ansu has now completely understood that the real target of these bad Draenei people today is him!

They hurt Rukhmar just to lure out me, the "most affectionate man in Draenor", and I actually jumped into the trap without any precautions, just like a young man in love who heard his girlfriend say her parents were not at home.

This might seem to detract from Anzu's symbol of cunning wisdom as the "Midnight Crow God," but considering it's all due to love... well, it all makes sense.

I boil!

How could these believers of Holy Light be so evil!
But old Ansu is not afraid, because this is his territory. If he wants to run, these upright but short-legged "Holy Light Corgis" can't stop him!
"Curse you! Quack! May the evil spirit of Sethe visit you in every dream!"

Old Ansu, who was beaten badly, saw the goddess escape, turned around and stepped forward on his strong legs, shaking his beautiful tail feathers that were obviously missing a piece, and howled, calling on the void to open a crack.

As long as it jumps in, it can return to its warm nest.

However, behind it, Diakum in the sanctified state held the Ashbringer in one hand, and pounced towards Ansu with the wings of light swaying. The moment his right hand slashed down into the void, the black flaming blade jumped into his palm and drew a dazzling blade light wrapped in the holy flame. Everyone retreated to let the Sentinel and Old Ansu form a "1V1" duel, and the inscription on the sword was activated: "Glory of the Duelist"!
The terrifying light and heat around Diakam were instantly absorbed by the flaming blade, making him wrapped like magma and immersed in the super destructive power of "Flowing Blade Jaka". Under the explosion of the passive charged Holy Slash, when Diakam rolled to the ground, a terrifying blood light burst out from Ansu's neck behind him.

This is a genuine demigod attack!
Old Ansu, who was caught off guard and only wanted to escape back to the hut, fell out with a bang. He rolled over in a mess, flapping his wings and claws frantically like an old hen that was hit hard, trying to get up. However, the next second, Rexxar, who was riding his war beast, jumped high, rolled to the ground, and the Redmaw Fang in his hand pierced into Old Ansu's wound.

The debilitating poison surged in, and as Diakum dissipated from his sanctified state, he called upon the Holy Light to cast the Holy Word of Punishment. The magic ban was cast, causing the void rift in front of Anzu to quietly go out like a light bulb with poor contact.

At this moment, all escape routes were cut off. Old Ansu knew that he had to fight to "survive".

It trembled and struggled to get up.

The massive Midnight Raven God stood in the form of a crow on a rickety stone pillar, its dark eyes fixed on the Saint of Diakum, who stood before it, holding two flaming blades. A more eerie wind swirled around the area, and the previously silent Arak Peaks were now filled with the cries of countless ravens and crows.

Weak old Ansu is about to go big!

It is using this method to protect its territory!
Even if it dies, it will fulfill its oath to Rukhmar and protect those useless crow people to continue living in this secluded place until the day when it will follow Rukhmar in the future.

"That's not necessary. I just wanted to talk to you."

Dick thrust the double blades into the rock beneath his feet. He flexed his gauntlets and took off his helmet under Ansu's hateful gaze, then waved his hand to signal the others to stop attacking.

He walked towards Anzu, who was surrounded by blood and shadows, and said:

"I have no intention of harming the Crowmen you protect, whether they are the high-ranking Crowmen of Tongtian Peak or the fallen Crowmen who are forced to live as slaves on the earth. In fact, I am here to save you.

But before we actually start talking, I have to ask the question that's on my mind.

Ansu, answer me honestly! Who wrote the blackmail letter sent to the Great Prophet?
Are they the sun priests of Tongtian Peak?
Or did you instruct the people who hid the scroll to forge it?

Most importantly, why did you specifically ask me to come to Spires of Arak?"

"Quack, I don't know what you're talking about!"

Old Ansu's black agate eyes rolled around, and he decisively chose to deny it. But the next moment, Diakum connected with its spirit using the priest's spiritual vision skill, and the Vigilant whispered:
"It was 'Alien Celestial Mage' Medivh who ordered you to do this, right? His goal was to divert me from the battlefield of Talador and create an opportunity for the orcs! I'm curious how he persuaded you to participate.

But to be honest, this is not difficult to guess.

He promised you that he would help you truly resurrect Rukhmar?"

The Midnight Raven God remained silent.

But after confirming that Diakme really just wanted to talk, Old Ansu also "sensibly" dispersed his pent-up momentum. He said:
"I have no intention of intervening in your war, quack. I also have no intention of involving the Crow People. Whether they're the kind that fly in the sky or the kind that run on the ground."

"But you've stepped in, and that's the reality."

Diakum refused to give in and said:

"Because the arakkoa's foolish act of kidnapping an important Draenei figure, and your evil act of forging a ransom letter to transfer a high-ranking general like me from the battlefield, will directly affect the course of the war in Draenor.

If we're unlucky, your actions might even lead to a war horde invasion of Shattrath City and a horrific massacre.

You recklessly intervened in a destiny that had already changed its course, and were used by others to try to put your destiny back on track.

You almost destroyed the world that gave birth to you and raised you!
You love-brained idiot."

"Whatever you say, I only want my Rukhma. I cannot allow myself to live in a world without her!"

"Resurrection? No, don't be silly, she simply went where she was supposed to be! You demigods, blessed with life, have no concept of death. The reason Rukhma hasn't returned to you for so long is purely because your superior committed a terrible dereliction of duty for personal reasons!
Well, I can tell from your expression that you, a poor country demigod, simply don’t understand the subtle relationship between the forces of life and death. But I can’t blame you, after all, you are ‘self-taught’ in this world.”

Diakum shook his head.

He looked at Ansu who looked suspicious, and said in his mind:

"Let's find a more suitable place for this conversation. With the enlightenment of the Holy Light, I will cram you in on the basic knowledge that a demigod of the wilderness should know, so that your empty head, poisoned by love, can have a little more wisdom."

"Oh, quack, hypocritical blue-skinned man, you don't want your followers to know your secret? Fine, follow me! But you are about to step into the lair of a demigod, and I hope you are prepared."

Amidst Ansu's sinister threats, Diakum gave Nari a few words of advice, and then fearlessly followed Ansu into the shadow of the activity, heading towards its lair in the Shadow Realm.

After the two left, Rexxar said to the others:
"The Sun God Rukhmar flew towards Skyreach Peak! It seems that's her lair. No wonder the high-ranking arakkoa regard it as their eternal holy land."

"It is fitting that the most beautiful and powerful bird dwells in the skies above the clouds."

On the crumbling Sky Pillar, repeatedly bombarded by the holy fire of the two demigods and Diak'um, Nairi took her Redmaw Fang from Rexxar and explained to the others around her:

"The Sentinel and the Crow God Ansu need to spend some time discussing his arrangements for the Crow People. We cannot participate in this conversation between the demigods. The Saint instructed me to lead you to meet up with Garona and Nobundo near Tongtian Peak first.

Now that we have found the Arakkar, we must focus on rescuing the Eredas and dealing with the Arakkoa."

"Wait! Archbishop!"

Maraad leaned on his jeweled warhammer. This perceptive vindicator looked at the various embers burning around the stone platform. His expression was quite "exciting" at this moment. He whispered:
"I just felt that there's something wrong with the flame of the Sun God! Besides the Sun's fire, there's also..."

"Holy Light!"

Irel touched her arm uncomfortably, looked at the burning flames around her, and said:
"Yes, it was a ray of alienated sacred flame, slightly different from the Holy Light but very similar. It possessed the same holiness and could purify evil spirits. I felt it, too. No wonder that 'false god' could persist for so long in the Holy Flame of the Vigilant's Brilliant Sun without being burned like other flesh and blood.

Perhaps the power of the flame and the holy light come from the same source. They are both derived from the primordial light and cannot harm each other.

But the question is how could the Crowman's Sun God be blessed by the Holy Light?

Does Holy Light have its own followers in this world?"

"Family? Look at the crazy things those arakkoa did! I don't believe that these barbaric birdmen also walk in the same light of justice as the draenei."

Yura, the new "Ranger General" who was always outspoken, crossed his arms, swung his tail and pouted:

"If we Draenei are the beloved children of the Holy Light, then those Arakkoa are probably the rebellious sons who were kicked out because they behaved like assholes!

However, this sun god does have some secrets. Perhaps we can find her origins from the sun god doctrine of the Crow People. I feel that her sacred flame may be more of a talent rather than the favor of the Holy Light Force.

After all, 'being able to use Holy Light' and 'walking on the path of Holy Light' are two different concepts.

Without involving the realm of the Force, Holy Light, Fel Energy, and the Elements are merely manifestations of energy. It would be frivolous to consider the Raven People our companions based on this connection."

"Yula is right."

Archbishop Nellie nodded and said:

"Whether the Crowmen are the Families of the Holy Light is a matter for the Aldor priests to determine. Our mission is to prevent things from sliding into a worse situation before they succeed in their 'suicide plot.' Let's go. We can discuss these matters on the way."

The Sentinel will join us after he has arranged the affairs of the demigod.

Besides, you all have some connection to the 'Alliance of K'ure', so I won't hide it from you."

The Archbishop flicked his tail and said to the crowd in a low voice:
"Our mission at Skyreach is not only to rescue the poor child of Eredars, but also to obtain the 'holy relics' of the Arakkoa Sun Empire from the hands of the Sun Priests. The entire set of relics called the 'Sunfire Gold Rings' must be found and brought back to Shattrath City!

That is the base material used by the Alliance of K'ure to forge the Draenor world artifact.

This concerns the long-term stability of the various tribes of the K'ure Alliance, and is directly related to the world's ability to resist the demons, so we must not allow any mistakes!"

"Ah! No wonder you came here with the Saint. When it comes to tracking down important items, there's truly no one better than you, the legendary ranger."

Yirel raised her eyebrows and whispered:
"I thought you were seizing the opportunity to enjoy some time alone with the Sentinel."

"boom"

Naielle reached out her hand expressionlessly and struck Yrel on the forehead. The force was so great that the new recruit clutched his head, nearly shedding tears. However, no one spoke up for Yrel, especially the chattering Ranger-General Jura, who glared at him with a look of formidable youth.

Damn, this young man is so bold!
You are saying this in front of Boss Naili. Are you really not afraid that the old woman will turn into a menopausal overlord and give you a hard time?

Tsk, the fire that Boss Naili has been holding back for more than 20,000 years is not so easy to extinguish, but considering that the Sentinel has his own "Holy Spear", the old woman will be blessed in the future.

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"Quack, how could my Rukhmar understand the Holy Light? When we were born on Draenor thousands of years ago, there was no such thing as the Holy Light in this world."

In response to the Sentinel's question, the Midnight Crow God replied in a vigilant tone:
"This world's connection with the Holy Light will have to wait until you blue-skinned people fall. But if you're talking about Rukhma's Sunfire, then I can tell you clearly. That's the flame she was gifted with as the Sun Spirit!

A holy spirit as proud and holy as her is naturally good at this. The reason why that bastard Sethe hates Rukhmar so much is because my Rukhmar is the natural nemesis of that cursed bastard.

My Rukhman is a noble creature shaped by the most sacred sunlight of Draenor, just as I was born in the most peaceful and beautiful midnight, and that bastard Sethe was born in a shadow darker than the night.

We are all part of this world.”

"Well, most demigods of the wilderness were born this way. They were forged by the Life Force through symbols chosen by the natural changes of each world. Considering that there are no guardians guiding Draenor, and some changes that are quite rare in the entire universe have occurred here, you are unable to perceive the 'resurrected Emerald Dream' and the 'dormant Ardenweald'."

Diakum sat with a majestic figure on a black crystal bench in the Crow God's lair. He looked at Old Ansu, whose shrunken body was recuperating in the bird's nest filled with various treasures, and said:
"It is precisely because you cannot perceive the two sacred realms of life and death that you have a terrible misunderstanding of Rukhmar's fate. But before I tell you the precious knowledge that the Holy Light has enlightened me to, we must first reach an agreement based on the survival of the world of Draenor, cunning and wise Raven God."

"Quack! This God has no interest in this world."

Old Ansu used his exaggerated beak to comb his feathers that were shattered by the Holy Light bastard in front of him, and replied in an extremely gloomy tone:
“Although I was born from the nature of Draenor, this world has never been kind to me!
During the Shadow Curse of Sethe, this god has lived in this shadowy land for a long time and has long lost all ties with the material world. Although saying this may make me appear cold and evil, but, well, it is better to destroy the world outside that is full of disputes!
Anyway, I can live well without it.

You must make your identity clear, blue-skinned saint. The reason I allowed you to enter my lair is only so that you can tell me about Rukhmar's fate."

Faced with Old Ansu's attitude of not intending to cooperate at all, the Sentinel was not annoyed. He sat upright like a warrior and said, following Old Ansu's words:
“You know, the reason I didn’t immediately head to Skyreach upon arriving in the Spires of Arak to punish those high-ranking arakkoa who had fallen into barbarism and rescue my kidnapped disciples was because of your kindness.

I respect the protection of the gods of Arak for this gloomy land, so before I start to discipline you and the offspring of the sun god, I must first ask for the opinion of your 'father'.

Since you claim to be a demigod who is so cold and unconcerned with external changes, the problem is actually easier to solve.

I will lead my men to attack Tongtian Peak in a moment!
Treat their compatriots the way those arrogant and barbaric priests treated them, plucking their wings and throwing them down from Mount Skyreach, and then asking the remaining arakkoa to join the Draenor Anti-Magic Alliance and fight for the survival of this world as cannon fodder.

If they refuse to comply, I have my Gorian ogre allies willing to do the bloody deed.

I believe the great slave masters of Highmaul have plenty of ways to teach the arakkoa obedience."

"Quack, how dare you!"

Old Ansu, who pretended to be a "cold demigod who didn't care about anything," jumped up immediately after hearing this. The exaggerated feathers behind his head swayed in anger, and he screamed:
"How dare you mess around in Rukhmar's holy land! This God will never let your people go. This God admits that you, a blue-skinned person, are a bit troublesome, but if I raise the shadow of the crow feather storm to destroy your city and your people, you will not be able to stop it!

If this god sets off a storm of killing, you, a short-legged dog of the Holy Light, will not be able to catch up at all! Damn it, quack, you tricked me! How can you, a blue-skinned person of the Holy Light, be so mean! "

Old Ansu, who was speaking harshly, saw the strange and unpleasant smile on Diakum's big face.

Well, its "cool guy" disguise was punctured by this cunning blue-skinned saint in one sentence.

Facts have proved that old Ansu, who claims to be dark and evil, is still very human. At least when facing the "rebellious sons" born to him by his goddess before her death, the infatuated old father, the Midnight Crow God, really can't ignore them.

After realizing that he had been exposed, Ansu, somewhat discouraged and somewhat reckless, lay down on his comfortable Shadow Crow's Nest, staring fiercely at Diakam and said:

"I will arrange for someone to escort your disciples out. You must leave the Alanka Peaks immediately! The war outside must not spread here, or I will never forgive you!"

"The Alliance of K'ure is naturally willing to maintain peace, but the warring tribes that have already drunk the demon blood and the Burning Legion that may enter Draenor at any time obviously do not think so."

Diakum shook his head and said:
"Even I have heard of the Broken Hand Clan's massacre of Crow's Nest. Not only are the high-ranking arakkoa your children, but those fallen arakkoa who have been cursed and lost their wings and can only crawl on the ground are also your children.

They respect and rely on you even more than the arrogant High-ranking Arakkoa, and sincerely regard you as their Midnight Father.

I emphasize again that the supporters behind the orcs are demons!

The Burning Legion in the astral sea won't care about you, a poor, filthy demigod. In fact, you, who are being watched by the void for devouring Sethe, are more hateful to them than the world itself. The demons will follow the orders of their supreme master and pour into the Spires of Arak!

They will burn you, the 'void entity', to death while igniting and razing the entire Spires of Arak with fel energy.

Of course you can reason with me, and I am willing to reason with you, but apart from us, you and your descendants can no longer find any other partners in this world.

With all due respect, you are only a demigod, Ansu. Don't underestimate yourself, but don't overestimate yourself either.

On the battlefield of the Force conflict, demigods are just high-level cannon fodder. You actually know very well that once the war reaches the Spires of Arak, whether it is orcs or demons, there is very little you can do.

You are not Rukhmar, who can unleash a devastating solar storm at any time. You don't have the hard power to settle a war on your own!"

Old Ansu was silent.

It is the natural demigod of Draenor. It certainly knows how crazy the Broken Hand Clan has been in slaughtering several fallen crow nests recently. It can also hear the cries and prayers of the children who have lost their wings in the shadows.

But as Diakum said, there is very little that a demigod can do in the context of this world war. It can raise a crow feather storm to kill all those Shattered Hand thugs, but then what?

It cannot kill every corrupted orc, which means that those madmen will one day bring their demon masters into the Arak Forest again and burn it completely.

"Tell me about Rukhma's future first!"

Old Ansu stared at Diakam and said:

"Quack, I must know Rukhmar's fate before I can calm down and discuss with you these matters that are troubling me. Well, I'm not trying to be perfunctory with you, Blue-skinned Saint. If your answer satisfies me, I'm not afraid to offer you a perfect solution to the Crowman problem."

In fact, I haven’t really been wasting my time all these years.

Hiding in the shadows to protect the high-level Crowmen has exhausted me. The misdeeds of those "rebellious sons" cannot make the glory bestowed on them by Rukhmar rise like the sun. I am tired of being a nanny and cleaning up the messes of these useless and shameless rebellious sons.

Even without you, I have been using my own methods to deal with the problem of the Crow People. Quack, those smart people who have hidden the scrolls are preparing for this.

But if you want to participate, you must get permission from this god, so go ahead, go ahead, I’m listening.”

The Vigilant looked at Anzu.

He could see the undisguised urgency and desire in the dark eyes of the Midnight Crow God. For a bootlicker, getting a way to rescue the distressed goddess was obviously what he desired most.

If anyone else spoke out here, they would definitely be eaten up by the cunning and vicious old An Su!
But the Sentinel in front of him was so beloved by the Holy Light that he could even force two demigods to retreat as a legendary figure. As everyone knows, believers of the Holy Light cannot lie, so when the Sentinel said that he knew the secret of life, old Ansu's curiosity was naturally aroused.

Faced with Old Ansu's tough stance, Diakum didn't intend to bargain with him, so he spoke concisely:

"Each of the six Forces has its own sacred realm, and the Force of Life is no exception. The Force realm known as the Emerald Dream is the source of power for all life-walkers. It is like a web that spans every world in the physical universe, spreading the mysteries of life across all realms and hoping to see the prosperity of the entire material universe.

You, Rukhmar, Sethe, and the mysterious 'Evergrown Father' in the wilds of Gorgrond, you are all natural walkers of the Force of Life. As I said, the natural connection between the world of Draenor and the Emerald Dream was blocked before you were born.

But that is not a punishment, on the contrary it is a kind of 'salvation' from the power of the universe.

I don’t intend to say more about this matter. You wouldn’t believe it even if I told you, but there will be a chance for you to see with your own eyes the miracles that happened in this world in ancient times.

I will only tell you that you do not have to worry about your partner at all. After Draenor's connection with the realm of life is restored, your Rukhmar will enter the 'resurrection' sequence of the demigod of life.

You are born immortal, just like Sethe. Even though you devoured his flesh and blood, his cursed soul still lingers in Terokk Valley, turning into endless blood rain and wantonly distorting your and Rukhmar's child in revenge.

It is because of this 'immortality' that you will embark on another journey after the end of your life.

Just like the twin connections between the Emerald Dream and Ardenweald, you will experience the cycle of death and birth again and again, which means that your love with Rukhmar and your hatred with Sethe will be played out again and again, and eventually shape it into the fate of the three gods of Arak and the entire Draenor.

you!
Ansu, you were conceived by the life of this world. From the moment you were born, you could not escape your responsibilities! Protecting this world from being influenced and eroded by external forces is your innate mission.

You should love the arakkoa as much as you love Rukhmar, and you should love other races as much as you love the arakkoa.

But you are doing a poor job at your job!

You don't even understand the connection between the three of you and this world, but it's not too late to wake up now. I have always been confident in persuading you, and the reason is simple. You think you can survive well without Draenor, but the fact is, if the world of Draenor dies, then your Rukhmar will be forever lost in the sleeping Ardenweald.

Even if she had the chance to be resurrected in the Winter Queen's Spirit Seed Garden, she would never be able to find a way back to the physical universe! She would be stuck forever and alone in the Sanctuary of Life in the world of death.

You must protect this world!
Because when you protect this world, you are protecting Rukhmar's way home, do you understand?

It's not even a question of whether you want to or not.

If you truly love Rukhmar as much as you seem to, you should be leading the arakkoa out of the Spires of Arak by now, sweeping a storm of shadow across the skies of Draenor and striking down the demons who covet the world.

If you don't intend to do that, it will only prove that your love for Rukhmar is just lip service.

So, here comes the question.”

The Sentinel stood up and spread his hands to Old Ansu. He asked sincerely:
"Are you going to be a pure love god of war charging for love? Or are you going to allow your conscience and duty to degenerate, allowing yourself to become a scumbag who abandons his wife and children without any psychological pressure? Alas, such a good demigod, how could you become a bootlicker?"

"Huh? If you keep scolding me!"

(End of this chapter)