Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 172: 69. Draenor Elbow King - Byd, where have you come from? Is this still Draenor?

The spell of teleportation across the astral sea is a very dangerous ritual.

To build a temporary channel connecting different worlds is a great test of a spellcaster's attainments. Under normal circumstances, an arcane demigod like Medivh has enough theoretical and experiential knowledge to ensure a smooth process, but the fel energy that was so violent that it instantly ignited the Dark Portal was obviously not Medivh's work.

This proved that the Star Mage had made a rare "mistake".

Some force disturbed him. Although Medivh tried his best to hold on until the Black Gate teleportation was completed, after the spell was finished, he immediately returned to his mage tower to recuperate and fight against the dark power in his body.

This leads to a rather dangerous result.

The orcs' war fortress was "dragged" from Draenor into Azeroth in the form of a complete city. When the violent teleportation was activated, the city was already collapsing. After entering the target world and starting to fall, when the protective force in the teleportation disappeared, the decomposed city began to scatter the decomposed urban areas to the ground like "flowers from the sky".

As a result, an extremely cool "meteor shower" broke out tonight over the black swamp at the southernmost tip of the eastern continent. Hundreds of "meteorites" hit the ground, most of which fell into the endless sea, and some fell into the depths of the swamp.

The largest main city area fell exactly according to the falling trajectory set by Medivh, towards the valley at the edge of the swamp. He set up a magic there to stabilize the fall to prevent the orcs from being killed by the force of the impact.

I have to say that from the caster's perspective, the preparations have been done quite perfectly.

At least the service attitude and service awareness are first-class.

If the dark power in his body had not suddenly become active, Medivh could have ensured that there would not be any unnecessary casualties in the cross-border teleportation he personally completed.

This is the confidence of the Guardians of Tirisfal and the Celestial Mages.

When the fortress fell to a height of hundreds of meters, the magic in the valley was activated, and the arcane magic turned into countless huge hands lifting it into the sky, gradually reducing the falling speed by offsetting the impact, and finally smashing into the already soft ground of the swamp with a non-fatal impact force.

At this point, the transmission is completely completed.

The green-skinned orcs in the city were still in shock. Their brains, burned by the demonic blood, were completely unable to comprehend what had just happened, but the warlords who had been informed of the inside story in advance knew that they were safe.

The Great Chief found some powerful guys from another world and saved them from the extermination offensive of the Alliance of K'ure!
The warring tribes were safe for now.

The most important thing right now is to gather the remaining soldiers and send wolf riders to search around for those unlucky guys who were thrown out during the fall.

And, capture the warriors of the Alliance of K'ure who were trapped in the city.

But before these warlike warlords could gather together, the unfortunate warriors of the K'ure Alliance launched a breakout first. In the chaotic transmission just now, they all heard the warnings of the sentinels. After the city stopped rolling under the impact, those warriors who could still move began to rush out of the city.

It is not difficult.

Apart from the elite who followed the Sentinels to behead the Chieftain, most of the other warriors who rushed into the city were already fighting outside the city. Like them, the orcs were completely clueless about the situation outside, so as long as they rushed out of the city, they would be basically safe.

A large group of arakkoa flew high into the sky, guiding the warriors on the ground. They shouted:

"North! Quack, the Sentinel said north! Go to that kingdom and join him."

"Storm, Storm Kingdom, you fool."

Amidst the chattering, the first group of people killed the orcs blocking their way and rushed into the dark swamp. The commotion attracted the surrounding orcs, who rushed over howling and tried to intercept them, but a wolf priest with a bleeding head stopped them.

"No one knows what's going on outside. If you chase them out like this, you might get lost. Let them go. Now hurry up and rescue our people in the city! The Black Wolf God's beasts have dispersed to hunt. They can't escape."

The wolf priest waved his hand, and immediately a pack of wolves rushed out from the shadows and chased after them. The orcs were satisfied and followed the priest's orders to rescue the chaotic city.

The priest wiped the blood from his forehead, turned around and whispered to a giant black wolf beside him:
"Go find the warriors of the Alliance of K'ure and send them out of the city. This will be a gesture of goodwill from our gods to the Vigilantes! Let Draenor's hatred remain in Draenor, and the War Horde must rediscover its place in the astral sea."

"Ow."

The giant wolf leader whimpered, turned around and jumped into the shadows.

Soon, ghost wolves shuttled through the spiritual phase and sent the unconscious or injured members of the K'ure Alliance out of the valley. The wolf packs that had chased out before also lured the pioneers back and let them reunite with their warriors.

But as Margok expected, with the timely rescue of the god Ansu, not many members of the Alliance of K'ure were caught in the teleportation, less than a thousand at most, and some of them fell to other places along with the broken fortress city.

Given the current level of chaos in the fortress, it is not difficult for them to leave. The trouble lies with the elite troops deep in the fortress.

"Come here! Everyone gather here! There are green-skinned orcs everywhere. I'm going to use a random teleport to get us out of here!"

Leaning on his crystal staff, Leilan called out to his comrades beside him.

There were two seriously injured Chosen of the Light at her feet, and Maraad was also limping over carrying two Lightforged veterans. Unfortunately, Nobundo was knocked unconscious by falling rocks and was currently receiving treatment from Eredas.

The best case scenario was Yrel.

The city experienced a series of crises such as cross-border teleportation and high-altitude falls, but she was the only one who remained unscathed.

There wasn't even a scratch, that's outrageous!

It wasn't because she was so lucky, it was simply because the seal of immovability on the little hoof's fingers was powerful enough. She was leaning on her holy sword and said to others:

"Don't worry about our comrades! When the transmission began, I used the Seal of Immovability to protect all of our comrades in the city. The blessing of the world's power means that they may not be unscathed, but they will definitely not die."

"Indeed, this ring is a bit ridiculously strong."

Restalaan the Hunter, the leader of the Lightforged veterans, touched his neck with a strange look in his eyes.

He was hit by a falling boulder just now. Logically, he would have been seriously injured, but because he was close to Irel, he was protected by the Seal of Immovability and only suffered simple dislocation and abrasions.

Perhaps this divine ring is the most powerful of all the divine rings.

"Lelan, we know nothing about this world. Wouldn't it be a bit risky to just randomly teleport?"

Eredas thought Leilan's idea was a bit risky, but the arcanist, who had already started casting spells, said with his tail swung:
"If we don't leave now, are we going to be attacked and killed by the hundreds of thousands of greenskins in this city? Believe me, no matter where this random teleportation takes us, it will be much safer than staying in this fortress."

"Too."

Maraad nodded, then turned to the Lightforged veterans gathered around him and said:

"Commander Diakum told us to rendezvous at Storm Kingdom, which should be to the north! Once everyone is teleported out, head north."

"Ok!"

Restalaan the Hunter nodded, patted Maraad on the shoulder, and said:

"You and Yrel are the chosen ones of the Sentinels, Captain. With the help of the Holy Light, you should be able to establish a spiritual connection with the Commander. He's not in the city. Perhaps he was thrown out during the teleportation. We just saw the Sentinels using divine magic to protect the city.

Pooh!
These greenskins are alive thanks to the Vigilantes."

"I understand. Yrel and I will find Saint Diakum as soon as possible. We must protect each other in this strange world."

Maraad says:
"If there are companions of the Holy Light in this world, then we should rely on their power."

As they were talking, a low wolf howl suddenly sounded outside the area where they were hiding, causing the warriors to immediately draw their weapons.

"Lelan! Quick! The greenskins are coming!"

Yrel urged, and Lelan simply activated the Titanforged Rune her mentor had given her to assist in casting spells.

Finally, just as the orcs broke in, he spread the magic of mass teleportation to his comrades. Under the stunned gaze of the Wolf High Priest Oronok Tornheart who rushed in, the group of Draenei disappeared in front of him in a flash.

But he clearly came here to help them leave at the command of the Black Wolf God.
"These idiots!"

The Black Wolf's frustrated voice echoed in the ears of its high priest:

"They have no idea how vast Azeroth is, and they actually used random teleportation! Now they've all ended up all over the world. The one who went the furthest, Chao! How did he end up in Northrend?
Your saints told you to go north, not to the North Pole of the world!
Ah, you deserve this bad luck!"

On the other side, somewhere in the city.

Lantresor pushed away the rubble in front of him with difficulty and dragged the unconscious Samuro out from under the stone. Then he saw Garrosh who was buried with Samuro. This guy was even more miserable and was almost hit in the head by the falling rocks.

"Wake up! Hurry up!" Lantreso was also seriously injured. He squatted down and slapped the two men in the face with his hands to wake them up.

"Where is this?"

Garrosh was still confused at this moment.

His last memory was that he and Samuro were attacking a greenskin watchtower, but the ground beneath their feet suddenly cracked open, and he lost consciousness as the world spun around.

"Hurry up and leave, the city is full of greenskins."

Lantresor helped Garrosh up. He took off an elemental rosary of the swordmaster and said to Samuro, who was wiping the blood off his face:
"I'm going to activate the astral teleportation sealed in the rosary. It will randomly send us to an elemental gathering place in this world, but I think any place is much safer than here."

"Wait! There are still our people around!"

Garrosh found his broken crystal axe in the rubble and stopped the Blademaster from teleporting. He said:

"We must take them with us! Mag'har orcs won't abandon their people!"

"Then hurry up!"

Samuro limped into Windstep, and the three of them moved quickly, rescuing more than thirty Mag'har orcs and an equal number of Sunfire Crowmen and Ogres before they were discovered by the Dragonmaw Clan's dragon. As the dragon roared and breathed down, Lantresor smashed the elemental beads in his hand.

Wrapped in the earth element, this group of people were instantly enveloped by the power of the element and disappeared on the spot.

When they reappeared dazed, what came into their eyes was a desolate but endless land.

Not far away, there was a "Minotaur" as tall as a Draenei. The latter was vigilantly holding the huge totem, looking at the group of strangers who suddenly appeared in the Bloodhoof Clan's Elemental Holy Land with a confused look on his face.

These guys were filled with murderous intent and had injuries, and it looked like they were not someone you would want to mess with.

And why are there three races?

Hey, brown-skinned, winged, and two-headed fat fellows, where did you come from, beggars? Why are you begging in our desolate land? We're almost down to the bone ourselves!
Meanwhile, somewhere in the middle of the world.

Irel looked at the two pointed-eared men she had knocked unconscious with a vigilant look on her face. She said to Lelan, who was also vigilant beside her:
"The Defiler has these pointed ears under his command. Although they don't have any traces of fel energy, I suspect your damn magic has sent us into the territory of these pointed ears. We must be careful."

"I don't think this has anything to do with my magic. We're just unlucky."

Lelan couldn't explain the principle of random teleportation to Iriel, whose brain was all about muscles, but she felt that she was very unlucky and that she seemed to have underestimated the vastness of this new world.

She sighed and said:

"I feel like I've randomly teleported our people to three continents. Including this place we're in, there are four continents. How the hell is this world so big?
But, Yrel, that city in the distance looks impressive."

"really."

Yrel climbed up the hill and looked out at the magnificent city shrouded in purple light. She whispered:
"This city is even more impressive than the Temple of Karabor. It's clearly a massive, meticulously constructed city! Look at the arcane magic, it's all solidified. I just don't know if the people here are friendly enough. Once these two locals who came for the picnic wake up, we'll find a way to ask them."

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When Diakum woke up, he felt a terrible headache.

His previous memory was of himself being smashed into the ground by a huge rock. The ground getting closer and closer made him decisively activate the Holy Shield.

This saved him from being smashed into a pulp.

He moved while lying in the scorching impact crater, lifting the rubble that had been melted and hardened by the holy flames and was pressing down on him.

When he stretched out his hand, the group of onlookers surrounding the "meteor crater" were frightened. The timid ones immediately ran away screaming, leaving the brave ones still wondering what on earth had fallen from the sky.
The wizard in the town didn't say that there would be a meteorite falling in the next few days.

Oh my, this lakeside town hasn’t been this lively in years.

Under their curious gaze, Diakum finally stood up. Fortunately, the equipment he was wearing was strong enough and was not damaged in the fall, leaving him naked again.

He shook the black wolfskin cloak on his body, covered his body, and walked out of the impact crater.

Now the humans around were even more panicked.

They had never seen such a "giant" that was nearly five meters tall, and this giant even had a tail. Fortunately, he was not a dark-skinned bald man with amnesia, otherwise they would all be dead.

"Is this Lakeside Town?"

Diakum looked around.

His excellent vision allowed him to quickly capture the lake not far away and the iconic red tower on the other side of the lake. There was only one place in the town on the eastern continent with such terrain.

Instead of hastily talking to the frightened humans around him, he stretched out his hand and summoned a ray of holy light, which immediately made the terrified civilians around him scream.

"Holy Light! This giant can use Holy Light! Go find the town priest! He keeps talking about angels and demons. This giant might actually be an angel."

"Get out of the way, everyone! Lieutenant Windsor is here."

Just as a few half-grown children ran to the town to report the news, several human soldiers on horseback rushed over. They had obviously also noticed that a "meteorite" had fallen on the shore of Zhishui Lake, so they came to check it out.

As Diakum looked on with a hint of curiosity, a steady officer rode forward. He looked this strange foreigner up and down, coughed a few times, and asked:

"Can you understand me?"

"Lieutenant, although this giant looks strange, he is an 'angel' sent from heaven. How can he understand what we are saying? Perhaps we should kneel down and pray for his angelic blessing."

The surrounding civilians chattered about what they had just seen. After they finished talking, Diakum spoke:

"Of course, I understand Human language, Lieutenant, but I need to speak to your superior immediately! This concerns the future of Stormwind Kingdom."

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone around him fell silent.

The second lieutenant in front of him was stunned for a moment, then said in surprise:

"You speak human language with the accent of Lordaeron's upper class nobles better than I do, foreigner. I heard that you can use the Holy Light? Where are you from?"

Diakum was about to explain, but when he was patting his bag, he realized something belatedly.

"Hey! Where's my Ashbringer? Where's my holy sword?"

At this time, in Tirisfal Monastery in the Kingdom of Lordaeron, thousands of miles away, Grand Duke Mograine, who was urgently awakened by his servants, looked at his back garden burned by the holy flame with a look of shock.

Of course, as a great nobleman, he did not care about the loss of the garden.

What was truly surprising was the "holy sword" that fell from the sky and landed in the light in his backyard.

"Are you sure you threw a rock into the sky and it came down?"

The Grand Duke looked at his six-year-old son, Reynolds, with a look of pain on his face. He asked, and the younger Darien Mograine beside Reynolds cheered and answered:
"Yes, father! My brother is very powerful. He was competing with me to see who could throw the stone the farthest. As soon as he threw it, this holy sword fell down with a whoosh!"

"My lord, this sword is very dangerous."

The loyal and brave knight captain, Fairbanks, said to the lord he was loyal to:

"I just tried to pull it out, but I couldn't even get close to it. The holy flame it emitted was extremely hot, just like touching the sun. But one thing is for sure, this is definitely a holy object of Holy Light!"

"The holy sword that fell from the sky. This must be some kind of enlightenment from the Holy Light to the Kingdom of Lordaeron!"

The Grand Duke thought for a moment, then nodded with a pleased tone and said:

"Send servants to spread the news. Humph, the Holy Sword has fallen into my manor. I want to see if there is any noble in the kingdom who dares to say that I, Mograine, am not pious."

(End of this chapter)