Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 171: 68. Praise for Tayara Delano's Final Bloom

"Holy Light, retreat!"

The moment the Dark Portal was suddenly lit up, Old Hatton outside the city realized something was wrong.

As a legendary shaman, he had a very keen sense of the elements of the world. The moment the green light lit up on the burnt base, he heard the terrified screams of the elements of the world.

Well, the elemental forces in the world of Draenor are too weak, and they are always startled, but this time it is really not their fault for being timid. It is really that what they have to face is beyond the limit that ordinary elemental lords can bear.

Even if only a trace of breath leaked out.
But that's Sargeras!
The Black Gate teleportation presided over by Medivh himself was intervened by another force, but the astronomical mage controlled that force and used it to complete his complex spell, successfully using the energy that could shatter the Draenor continental shelf to wrap the orcs' fortress, tearing it off the ground, and then throwing the city into the astral teleportation along the location of the Dark Portal.

This kind of super-standard mass teleportation was beyond the cognition of most spellcasters, and even Margok was dumbfounded.

The Wizard Leader had never imagined that there was such a way to use the power of arcane. As the saying goes, the layman sees the excitement, the expert sees the doorway. The Wizard Leader immediately judged that the spellcaster presiding over the ceremony was of a much higher level than himself.

This also made it realize that this transmission across the starry sea could no longer be terminated.

So the Ogre King, who was enjoying the revenge of slaughter, acted decisively and used a teleportation spell to send himself out of the city that was entering another world.

It still had some camaraderie, so it used its large-scale group teleportation to send out all the K'ure Alliance warriors around it, but there was nothing it could do about the others.

This city is too big. Just look at the situation where they broke into it and the fighting was so fierce that even if ten Margoks came together, they wouldn't be able to take everyone away.

The crows also heard the weak and terrified roar of the god Ansu, so they spread their wings with all their might and flew into the sky. The crows tried their best to catch those wingless land species, and even one crow flew out with two or three Draenei. Ansu no longer cared about pitying his own crows. All the crows on the battlefield tried their best to fly into the city and take the warriors of the Alliance of K'ure away from the city that was about to be sent away.

The flock of crows that covered the sky was magnificent, but compared to the city being thrown into the Dark Portal, the power of the demigod was nothing.

"Quick! Have the Elemental Lord move us out!"

After landing, Mar'gok grabbed Drek'Thar beside him, and his two heads shouted:

"This jungle is doomed! Once the teleportation is complete, the energy flowing back will tear it apart. If we're unlucky, the entire Draenor continent will be torn apart."

"Elements. Elements cannot stop this power!"

Drek'Thar held the divine ring in his hand, shook his head bitterly and said:
"The energy involved in this transmission was too violent. Even though the total amount was small, it triggered a qualitative change in arcane energy. All the underground energy nodes in Tanaan Jungle were shattered, and the collapse could no longer be stopped.

Now we can only pray that our world is strong enough.

Besides, didn't you notice?
The space around here is disturbed. Teleporting over long distances is a gamble with your life!"

"So now we can only wait to die?"

Margok was stunned for a moment, but then he shouted loudly:
"No, I won't accept this outcome! I just obtained the powerful divine ring, I just grasped the ladder of great power, and my Goria Empire just embarked on the road to revival. I will not and cannot accept this outcome!
You, Shaman!

Use your divine ring to help me suppress the collapse of the earth, and you! Terokk, you come too! "

The wizard leader roared, facing the huge crack in front of him because the tribal fortress was uprooted, he pushed the power of the divine ring in his hand to the extreme in one breath. The All-Seeing Divine Ring can manipulate the elements. Even if the elemental lords are cowardly, they have no choice at this time facing the possible collapse of the continental shelf.

The elements are born from the existence of the world. If the world breaks apart, they will be the first to perish.

So, as Mar'gok cast spells and roared with curses, he single-handedly mobilized the power of the four elements and began to "reshape the continent" in an attempt to repair the rapidly cracking jungle surface. Drek'Thar and Terokk also transferred the power of their respective divine rings to the Wizard Leader.

These rings are bound to the world itself, and they can all trigger resonant visions. Old Hatton also tried his best to communicate with the elements and called on the holders of the secondary rings to come for help. The cracked earth was pulled by the power of the divine rings and tried to mend the earth again. However, the constantly collapsing continental shelf in the core under the jungle made it difficult for their efforts to be effective.

The uncontrolled energy danced wildly underground, like a heavy punch that made the Tanaan Jungle shatter faster. Even the magma in the center of the earth rolled along the collapsed land under the tremendous pressure.

"That does not work!"

Ner'zhul gave up his resonance with the elements. He shook his head and said:
"If we don't appease the violent power underground, we will not be able to resist the collapse of the earth."

"Shut up, everyone knows this!"

Margok cursed with blood spurting from his nose:

"If you have time to talk, why don't you help me? I'm trying to suppress it, but it's too violent."

"Let me do it."

Ner'zhul discarded the Shadowmoon Staff he had reshaped.

The old orc let out a long sigh, opened his arms, and began to call upon the elements in a unique way. This scene made Old Hatton's tail shrink, and he shouted:

"Stop! You're crazy! Ner'zhul, don't merge with the elements!"

"The souls of us shamans are the fifth element of this world. Only when our souls are completely integrated with the elements can the power of the elements be transformed into the mighty force that shapes all things. We are manipulators, participants, and even fuelers."

Ner'zhul rose from the ground amidst a vision of wind, rubble, fire, and water. He whispered:
"The elements alone cannot dispel the violent, uncontrolled energy beneath the ground. Only by gathering the power of the four elements and integrating them into a higher form can we absorb and dispel it. This is my ending, the ending I deserve.

When I was brought back from the vision of corruption by the Vigilant, I knew that I had to give everything for this world to wash away my sins.

I am honored to perform one final service to the Elemental Way to which I have dedicated my life.

Goodbye, everyone.

I wish you good luck on your journey, and may the Alliance of K'urai and the world of Draenor prosper."

As he spoke, he allowed the four elements to merge into his body, with huge amounts of elements merging and rising in the adhesion of his soul, transforming the four elements' vastly different powers into a unified, higher-level energy, allowing his body to break away from flesh and blood and transform into a human-shaped aggregation of elements in the unique form shaped by the elements.

There were no facial features on that face, but when he jumped into the crack of the magma collapsing in front of him, he turned back and "looked" at the young Mag'har orcs behind him who were raising their weapons to see him off.

Garrosh and Gaiara are not here. The two guys were taken into another world by the city, and even Yorin Deadeye was swept in. Only Griselda is left here.

"You are good, the Mag'har will carry forward the future of the orcs, but how can the Great Prophet only wield a battle axe?"

Ner'zhul's consciousness searched the city that was thrown into the Dark Portal, and finally gave his final blessing to Gaiara, who was hiding from the collapse of the city in a panic. He whispered:

"Don't resist the call of the elements, child. You are the proud blood of the Frostwolf. You and your brother Go'el were born to walk this path of upholding tradition. Remember me, remember my mistakes, remember my sacrifices, and become better leaders than our generation.

I wish you a smooth journey in the other world!

Remember to come home, kid."

The Ascendant jumped into the magma in the fusion of the four elements' power. He wanted to defeat and appease the energy that was still breaking the continental shelf.

The wielder of the divine ring above exerted his utmost healing and fusion power, finally halting the cracking of the crumbling earth. However, as the teleportation ritual neared its conclusion, another surge of backflowing energy threatened to completely wipe this jungle from Draenor's domain. To most people, the world was solid.

But in the face of true power, shattering the continent is nothing more than a simple trick.

"Forest Spirit! Are you just standing there watching?"

Margok turned around and roared to Nargar, the father of Evergrowing, who was standing at the edge of the rift not far away:
"If you don't want to contribute to this world, take off your ring and give it to anyone! We need the power of that ring!

hurry up!

The reverse energy is coming!"

"Shut up, ogre. You don't need these stupid rings. You need prayer! Pray to the most fundamental, ancient, and supreme power in this world. Pray to our gods for protection."

Yongmao's father ignored the ogre wizard's shouts.

It knew who could truly save the jungle and the land in this situation. It bent down and stroked the trampled weeds on the cracked and wailing earth.

Tanaan Jungle has a close relationship with the forest elves. It is the place where Potaan, the "King of Giant Trees", one of the ancestors of life in Draenor, fell in ancient times. It has a more vigorous vitality than other areas of the continent. This is the fundamental reason why it can become the largest forest in Draenor.

"Ancient ancestors, please open your eyes."

Yongmao's father knelt on the crumbling and shaking earth, digging his roots into the cracks in the ground, raised his hands and called out:
"Heart of Draenor, please save us once again. Use your final bloom to save this strong world. Fight tenaciously against the torture of the mighty stars, and protect your children as they embark on a more magnificent journey.

Your revenge, your desire, your hope will all be ours.

Please plant your roots in this ancient land and nourish all things. This is your final and most brilliant moment of blooming. Let this world that has forgotten the past see who is protecting them! "

"Well."

Low whimpers surged like the tide, and in the perception of all creatures in the entire Tanaan Jungle, they seemed to hear the final roll of the ancient remaining power of creation, just like an old man taking his last step into his own grave but also placing the seeds of new life into it.

Under the shocked gazes of Mar'gok, Drek'thar, Terokk, and Old Hatton, huge trees in the surrounding forest collapsed and perished. Their bursting vitality transformed them into interconnected roots that plunged into the broken earth like ancient giant snakes, weaving back and forth in the cracked and torn valleys that reached the center of the earth.

It's just like a tailor threading a needle.

The ancient hatred finally gave up destruction and turned its last strength to save this world that was about to be broken.

In the last bloom of the ancient ancestor of life, the trees of the entire jungle cheered against the backdrop of doomsday destruction.

They integrated themselves into the ever-changing natural forces with a dedicated attitude. The forest elves and the original thorn beasts behind Nargar also roared and rushed into the ever-evolving "forest sea" before them.

They returned to the origin of their ancestors, allowing more vines and roots to take root in the earth, like countless hands grasping the cracked world.

An incomparable giant tree was growing rapidly. When the Black Gate teleportation ceremony ended and the violent force rolled back and hit, this thick giant tree stood like a shield of the world, blocking the destructive force.

It just stood there, its roots clinging to the earth tightly, allowing its countless branches to spread out and grow, proudly facing the malice from the sea of ​​stars, just like a forest constantly being blown by a violent storm.

The giant tree is still growing against the destructive energy!
It is the natural seed that remained after the fall of the most superior ancestor of life. It is tough enough to absorb those violent forces and turn them into its own nutrients, allowing itself to constantly shape and expand, and finally stand in the area where the orc fortress was originally located in the posture of a "World Tree" reaching into the sky.

Like a natural wonder the size of a city, it stands proudly at the end of the continent. Although branches are broken and fall every minute and every second, like the strangulation of a knife, for every branch that falls, ten branches are newly grown.

There are also world guardians holding divine rings standing around this giant tree, defending it from the ever-increasing tide of destruction.

This is it!

This is the heart of the world!
The ancient defeat is a pain that no longer needs to be remembered. The Argus star soul that came from afar has given it a new choice. The heart of hatred will completely die in today's bloom, but the world nourished by it will eventually give birth to more "sons of revenge."

Yes.

Just wait, Aggramar
The children of Draenor will eventually return to their homeland with the Eredar, and in that supreme temple of fel energy, a judgment from the dead will eventually await you!
Revenge, revenge!

In the storm of impact that was blocked by the giant tree, only the ancient echoes were shaking, allowing its final whisper to be engraved in this day of disaster and rebirth that was destined to be remembered by the world.

The leaders of the Alliance of K'ure stood there panting. When the last wave of backflowing energy subsided, Margok could no longer stand. He collapsed to the ground and leaned against the roots of a huge tree without caring about his image.

In that sacred place of life filled with ancient flowers, it stroked its neck, which was covered in cold sweat, and said:
"We made it. We won, we survived. I will probably never forget what happened today. I will never cut down trees again. No! The Goria Empire will make it a law that no ogres can cut down trees at will!
Thank you for this tree, without it we would all be dead."

"me too."

The King of Claws was also very tired, but he stretched out his claws and stroked the towering tree beside him that had saved everyone and the entire world.

As a race with a deep hatred for the forest elves, Terokk heard the tragic story of how the Crowman's Sun Empire was destroyed by the forest elves when he was a child. However, today, he must thank the gods of the forest elves.

It saved the world and the creatures it had hated for countless years by blooming again tens of thousands of years after its fall.

"You'd better do this, you'd better remember who saved you!"

Nargar, the father of the forest elves, knelt at the base of the towering tree with ancient rites and whispered:
"The God we waited for is gone. The former ancestor of life has transformed into the current World Tree 'Tayara'. Just as the supreme star soul of Argus blessed us, the God we waited for ended his hatred and embraced the world.

Draenor was born from it, and will eventually thrive under the protection of this giant tree."

"But what about the city and the people in it?"

Drek'Thar also bowed to the World Tree and whispered:

"In addition to the greenskins, there were also warriors from the Alliance of K'ure. Even though the god Ansu and his crows tried their best to rescue them, many people were swept up in the situation."

"I saw the Sentinels using holy light to protect the city. The destructive force also enveloped the city, which prevented them from dying during the transmission."

The Wizard Leader shook his head and said:
"And the number of people swept in isn't as many as you think. Part of the crumbling city also fell into the sea."

It pointed to the receding water ahead, where half of the city loomed like an island in the water. This scene made Old Hatton frown even tighter. He said:
"Perhaps the orcs' fortresses will also crumble like this when the other world falls. They will land in different areas, but my child Diakum is among them. With the blessing of the Holy Light, he will do his utmost to save those warriors.

Wizard Leader, the base of the Dark Portal is still nearby, can you rebuild it?

"I need to take a look first. I'm not sure if I can control such a powerful magic. It's rare for me to lose confidence in my own talent."

After witnessing the astonishing teleportation, the usually confident wizard leader became unusually self-deprecating, but promised to try his best. Terok reminded the others:
Many greenskins are stranded here, gentlemen. It's a bummer, but the battle isn't over yet! Without their fortress, they have nowhere to escape, and the changing landscape of Tanaan Jungle has trapped them.

The question now is what to do with them?
Do you want to kill them all?"

(End of this chapter)