Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 177 74. Pray to fate, what has fate sent you? A humble dwarf?

"Archbishop, the prophet has sent a message saying that the Illidari demon hunters are about to arrive in the planetary orbit of Draenor. The Council of Bishops needs to greet them at Karabor Temple. You must return to the city to attend the welcoming ceremony."

As the spirit dragon "Supersonic" fell, Yura's loud voice echoed around the root of the new sacred place "World Tree Tayara".

Such noisy shouting naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of the forest elves guarding the place, but considering that Yula was a high-ranking commander of the Alliance of K'ure, they did not drive her away directly, but just used rough sign language to scold her to be quiet!

Don’t you see so many believers of the World Tree praying below?
If you anger His Majesty Tayala, be careful that the vines in this forest will eat you!
Yura smiled awkwardly.

She was not afraid of the threats from the forest spirits, mainly because there was no need to conflict with these straightforward guys. This was their home turf!
As the Evergrove in Gorgrond rapidly withers, the World Tree in Tanaan Jungle has become the new holy place for the forest elves, and this time the title of "holy place" has been recognized by all races in the world of Draenor.

They all knew that in the great battle the day before yesterday, if the World Tree Tayara had not grown out at the critical moment, the world would probably have been shattered by the evil conspiracy of the green-skinned orcs.

To express his gratitude, even the Crowman god Ansu planned to move his bird's nest to the branches of the World Tree.

The forest elves and crow people are in urgent consultation on this matter.

Yura covered his mouth and strode forward, teasing the majestic and powerful Sun Eagle war beast on his shoulder, while helplessly watching his boss Nari standing in front of the World Tree Throne like a "husband-waiting stone" and looking at the sea.

She sighed, stepped forward, patted Naili on the shoulder, and said:

"Prophet Velen has judged from the enlightenment of the Holy Light that the Vigilant is not in danger. He is in the world called 'Azeroth', so you don't have to worry so much.

The main thing is, you can't solve the problem by staying here.

The Ranger class is extremely busy right now, and we all need you to continue leading us.

Demons are running all over the world, and the red-skinned evil orcs like Laughing Skull and Bonechewer have also taken advantage of the chaos to escape. Frostfire Ridge still needs to be recaptured, and Gorgrond is also a mess. Boss, you have to cheer up.

You've survived more than 20,000 years of single life, and now it's just a short separation."

"You don't understand, Yura."

Archbishop Naili sighed with a haggard face. She lowered her head and looked at the pendant in her hand. The magical image on it was a picture of her and Diakum hugging each other and laughing heartily. The image would change shape as time went by.

This was taken by Dick himself when he was staying at the Temple of Karabor.

The Diakum in the video was smiling happily and innocently, and he even kissed her secretly. But thinking back carefully, she realized that she hadn't seen him smile like that since he started to get busy with the affairs of the Alliance of K'ure.

“I’m not worried about Diakum’s personal safety. Even in the wider world, there aren’t many forces that can threaten him, who is beloved by the Holy Light.

I'm worried about his mental health."

Naili folded the pendant and put it close to her body. She breathed a sigh of relief, brushed her long hair, and said to Yura:

"Diacum has always had serious mental problems. I only told this to a few people, including Weiren, Hatton, and Jaid. The Holy Light loves him so much and has given him so much power, making my Diacum shine even brighter in the Light.

Sometimes I can only see the outline in the light but not the real him.

I wanted to help him, but the situation in Draenor was too urgent and neither he nor I had that much time.

I blame myself, Yura.

I was unable to stop Diak'um's devotion to the Light."

"You're just too reserved, I'd say."

Yura, the newly promoted Ranger General, was a notorious chatterbox who dared to say anything. Facing Nari's sadness, she swung her tail and complained:

"You've already confirmed your relationship and are already intimate, yet you insist on maintaining a distant relationship because of those troublesome things like vows, friendship, and comrades.

I just can't bring myself to do that!

I just don't believe it. If you go to him every night to 'discuss' faith, and he can still embrace the Holy Light wholeheartedly, then I lose.

We are all human beings, and everyone has a need for happiness and indulgence. It is a necessary measure to maintain a good mental state.

But one of you is concerned about your own status, and the other is devoted to piety, which is why we have come to this point."

Nellie fell silent.

Yura's statement is a bit extreme, but it does make sense.

Both he and Diakum had dedicated part of their lives to the people, and for both of them, the time they had to be alone was indeed too short.

She glanced at the triumphant Jura, an idea forming in her mind, before mounting her spirit dragon and returning to Karabor Temple with Jura.

The members of the Council of Bishops are all here.

Akama of the garrison class, Hataru of the technician class, Maldala and Ishana of the priest class, Yefa of the shaman class, and Omonna, a senior scholar of the arcanist class, as well as the ranger archbishop Naeri, all the top leaders of the Draenor clan are here.

They stayed on the city platform to discuss the current grim situation in Draenor, while the two Grand Archons, Velen and Haddon, were talking to Mar'gok and Terokk further ahead.

Naili greeted everyone and walked towards Velen, then heard the prophet ask in a serious tone:
"Master Wizard, have you come up with any results from your research on the Dark Portal? Can you confirm the starry sea coordinates of the other world?"

"This is not an easy matter, Great Prophet."

The wizard leader spread his hands helplessly and said:
"I've said more than once that the Great Magic is too profound. I need to learn it bit by bit. Although we found the Grimoire that Gul'dan lost in the ruins, it will take me at least one or two months to fully understand the principles of the Dark Portal.

We have all seen with our own eyes what extreme consequences would result if there was a mistake in opening that door. I dare not bet that Her Majesty Tayara, the World Tree, can withstand the second wave of collapse.

However, if you only need the World Beacon, it's not difficult.

I can extract the star coordinates of the world of Azeroth from the holy seat near the world tree Tayala. It is not difficult to do this while the energy of the other world there has not dissipated.

But I'm curious, what good would it do you know the coordinates? We don't have the means to cross worlds, and your ship crashed. If we want to reopen the Dark Portal, we'll need at least several months of preparation before we can even begin testing."

"We can't get through, but the Army of Light can!"

Hatton twirled his beard and explained:
"Her Majesty Kara had previously contacted another Narumeda, and the Army of Light had decided to send a small fleet to support us. However, the world of Draenor has now passed the first crisis of the demonic invasion.

It has been proven that the Alliance of K'ure has the ability to protect the world, so the fleet should turn around and head to the world of Azeroth.

Compared to us, Diakum and other warriors who fell there alone need their support more!

Therefore, if we have the world coordinates, Diak'um might be able to get the necessary support before we reopen the Dark Portal."

"Well, that's a good idea."

The Wizard Leader's three eyes swiveled around, and no one knew what he was thinking. But at this moment, Demon Hunter Master Arantien, who had come to the square with a strange ritual crystal, spoke:

"The Illidari Legion's starships have star maps of Azeroth, and the Fel Hammer hunter-gatherer can share the specific coordinates of our homeland. However, regarding reopening the Dark Portal, I advise caution.

I sensed it clearly that day: the door was powered by fel energy, and when the Dark Portal opened, I felt an indescribable pressure.
I don't want to scare you, but that's definitely the Dark Titan Sargeras!
I felt that kind of pressure in the War of the Ancients, and I will never forget it. A ray of power from the Dark Titan lurked in the world of Azeroth, in those green-skinned otherworldly collaborators!
This is very dangerous.

I must report this news to Lord Illidan promptly. Perhaps the Illidari will end their ten-thousand-year patrol of the astral sea early and return home to prepare for a great war."

"No! The Dark Portal is the most orthodox arcane magic."

Prince Margok immediately retorted:
"Just because it was driven by fel energy that day doesn't mean it's evil magic. This power of astral shifting comes from the same sacred heritage of our Ogre Empire. I'm certain it's the magic of the Titans."

"Whether it is or not, it's not up to you to decide."

Arantien said stubbornly:

"You can only continue researching the possibility of restarting the Dark Portal after Lord Altruis the Sufferer personally visits it. Everyone, I'm not intentionally hindering you. Demons are everywhere in Draenor right now! There are even endless fel rifts opening up everywhere.

The defeat of the Burning Legion's vanguard does not mean that the demons will give up their attack on this world. We are being targeted by them, and the Burning Legion will not stop its invasion until Draenor is destroyed.

Therefore, it would be foolish and reckless to hastily open the door to another world before completely eliminating the evil leaders hiding around the world."

"I also think what Master Arantien said makes sense."

Terokk, the winged King of Claws, nodded with the majesty of a king and said:
"In the Spires of Arak alone, at least three demon forge camps have appeared in the past two days. The threat posed by demons is much greater than that posed by greenskins. The war with the Alliance of K'ure isn't over yet; it's only just begun.

I understand your desire to recover the Sentinel, but the safety of Draenor is clearly more important." The leaders' conversation became divided.

The Draenei certainly hope to find their saint as soon as possible. Mar'gok is determined to learn the supreme power of astral teleportation, but Terokk is very steady. Although the forest elves did not come, the continent is full of tree people chasing demons in the past two days, and their attitude is also very clear.

"Everyone, the Illidari spaceship has arrived."

Nari reminded.

Everyone looked up at the sky and saw a demon-style conical landing ship roaring down from the clouds. This was the landing capsule of the Fel Hammer hunting ship. The interstellar ship that the demon hunters had snatched from the Burning Legion was now in orbit around the planet Draenor.

It could land in the world, but there was no need to. The fel energy pollution generated by a takeoff and landing of such a large spacecraft would be quite troublesome.

After all, it is a creation of the devil. Just because half-demons like the Illidari can tolerate it doesn't mean that others can accept this kind of pollution, especially the extreme environmentalists like the forest elves.

With the help of the pointer held by Alandin, the landing capsule quickly landed on the cleared city square. As the hatch opened, a tall elf wearing a double moon blade walked out of the cabin.

His naked upper body was covered with hideous scars and multiple demon-hunting runes, which meant that his inner demon was very powerful and needed more magic runes to suppress it. Like Alandin, he covered his eyes with a special eye mask, but his aura was even more oppressive.

Judging from his appearance alone, this person should be the "Chief Demon Hunter General" Otruis of the Illidari Legion.

It is said that he is the most trusted subordinate of Illidan the Star Hunter and one of the most hated demon hunters of the Burning Legion. According to the "rumors" revealed by Arantion, the bounty amount of Alturus ranks 17th among the bounty hunters hired by the Burning Legion. This is already a very high ranking and full of gold content.

Oh, as an additional note, Illidan the Star Hunter ranks third on this bounty list because he led the Illidari to destroy the dreadlords' home planet, causing horrific casualties to the Burning Legion.

The leaders of the Legion of Light, the Eredar Twins, ranked second. Considering the trouble the Legion of Light had caused to the demons over the years, this ranking was well deserved.

After all, the Legion of Holy Light is the only major force in the starry sea that dares to face off against demons head-on for thousands of years without being killed.

As for who is number one, there is no need to ask.

Because of his unique power to completely "purify the devil", Diakum Zastins surpassed a group of extraordinary star-sea powerhouses in a short period of time and seized the first place.

Even Illidan could not completely destroy the demon's soul, but because of Diak'um's activeness, the first "permanently dead" great demon appeared in the starry sea. This alone was enough to make the Sentinel the most hated and feared opponent by demons.

"Sufferers, you have come all this way and worked hard."

Arantion stepped forward and saluted his superior with the etiquette of the Illidari. The Martyr Altruis nodded coldly, then looked around. After a few seconds, he said:

"There are two Nathrezim, twelve Shivallar Destroyers and their seduced minions hiding near this city, as well as a fel rift that is about to open. Go and deal with it."

"As ordered."

The twelve Demon Hunter Masters who followed the victim immediately spread their bat wings, glided down from the city platform, and each went to complete the hunt.

Otruis stepped forward and said to the leaders who were looking at him:

"The Illidari are not good at diplomacy, so I'll make it short. Everyone, the Fel Hammer noticed a demonic fleet heading towards your world during its warp. Seven starships of the same size are enough to destroy your world, so I need your cooperation to complete an ambush.

To be precise, it was a Xinghai boarding battle.

Based on the battle power assessment given by Master Arantien, I believe that if we cooperate perfectly, we may be able to capture another star-hunting starship.

In addition, Lord Velen, I have brought the alliance document signed by Lord Illidan himself. My followers and I will stay in Draenor for a long time to assist you in fighting the invasion of the Burning Legion, but I want to have a meeting with the Sentinel.

Lord Illidan has a plan that requires the assistance of a fiery and powerful demon slayer like himself."

"It's not a good time now."

Viren sighed and told the victim what had happened in the past few days.

After hearing that the green orcs had actually opened the portal to Azeroth, the Demon Hunter General, who had always been indifferent, showed visible surprise on his face. He thought for a moment and said:
"If this world has already achieved interstellar connection with Azeroth, then Draenor's strategic significance is extraordinary. It seems I need to apply for more demon hunters to enter here. Also, if you just need a precise world coordinate, I happen to have an 'unexpected visitor' here to introduce you to."

"Ok?"

Everyone looked at the victim in surprise, and the latter waved his hands awkwardly and explained:
“It was an accident!
Just two days ago, when the Fel Hammer entered your star region, our spacecraft encountered an unexpected "space invasion". A spellcaster from Azeroth inexplicably entered our starship when his teleportation experiment went wrong.

That dwarf mage named 'Millhouse Manastorm' is really loud and neurotic.
But because of teleportation, he does carry accurate and vivid coordinates of the Azeroth star sea, even more accurate than our star map.

He claims to be a 'Master of Teleportation' from a human spellcaster city-state called 'Dalaran' and is just the person who can help us reopen the Dark Portal."

"But your demon hunter said that under the current situation in Draenor, it would be inappropriate to rashly open a passage to another world."

His Majesty Terok said something, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by Otruis with a wave of his hand. The Demon Hunter General looked around and "checked" the warriors of the Alliance of K'ure in his own way.

他 说:

"It's risky, but the benefits outweigh the risks. Don't you realize that?
You have been twisted into a rope. You have fought against the demons and won a small victory. If the Burning Legion wants to attack Azeroth, then all it needs is the opening of the Dark Portal, and my hometown will receive powerful reinforcements from another world.

I heard that the vigilant can see through fate and fight against it.
I guess that your Alliance of K'ure, which he formed, is a powerful hidden force prepared by General Diak'um to fight against the cruel fate of Azeroth.

The cold fate tried to stir up a storm in my hometown, but this time it had to face the counterattack of more than just one world.

Two!"

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"Ah! The holy light has touched me! The blazing holy flame has enlightened me! The saint forged by light has preached to me the morality of slaying demons! The holy light will prevail, and evil will perish!"

The fanatical shouts echoed in the back garden of Grand Duke Mograine, causing the Grand Duke to cover his face in despair.

Which number is this?

What's the weird problem with that holy sword?
It doesn't forbid the believers of Holy Light from walking through the surrounding white holy flames to touch it, but why does every believer who touches it become so radical?
And the more devout the believers of Holy Light are, the more fanatical they will become after touching the Holy Sword.

The Grand Duke felt that something was not right.

He wanted to seal up the Lightforged Blade, but the problem was that his servants were too efficient in spreading gossip.

The news that "the holy sword fell from the sky and landed on the devout follower of the Holy Light, Grand Duke Mograine" has spread throughout the royal city of Lordaeron, and now many followers of the Holy Light are queuing up to worship the artifact.

"This movement doesn't seem right. It feels like something bad is going to happen. But is this thing really that weird? How about I give it a try? I'm a legendary warrior after all. I still have a will as strong as steel."

The Grand Duke was a little hesitant, but also eager to try.

About thirty minutes later, Captain Fairbanks rushed in. He immediately saw the Lord kneeling before the Holy Blade, seemingly praying. He ran up to him and whispered joyfully:

"My Lord, Lord Alonsus Faol has arrived. The Archbishop has heard about what happened here and is very angry. He believes that you have abused the faith of the Holy Light and even said that he would take this holy sword of unknown origin back to the cathedral.

You don't need to bother giving us this bewitching holy sword. Hmm? What are you doing?"

"Quiet!"

The Grand Duke stared at his loyal knight with a blank expression. He drew the holy emblem on his chest with a solemn expression and said in a deep voice:

"I buried my flask, for drinking is not in accordance with the teachings of the Holy Light.

I have just made my own 'Demon Slaying Oath'. At this moment, I am feeling the justice of punishment and the power of Holy Light conveyed to me by the saint named 'The Vigilant'. I see His great deeds of slaying demons in the light.

The evil creatures that lurk in the darkness seek to extinguish the Light of Azeroth, but they cannot!

Because of me, the pious Grand Duke Alexandros Mograine will be transformed into the Sword of Light! I will punish the demons!

you!
My loyal Fairbanks, summon the best blacksmiths in Lordaeron immediately. I want to imitate this holy blade of 'Ashebringer' and forge a strong enough demon-killing blade for me and my holy light warriors!
Yes!

From today on, the human kingdom will also have its own warrior of light!
We should follow the example of the Sentinels, abandon differences and distinctions such as nationality, race and belief, and we will become the Holy Light Warriors who protect the good!

We shall call ourselves
Ah. 'Ashes Crusade'!
Yes.

We will carry out the great cause of punishment and protection in the name of 'Ashbringer'! Oh, blessed is Lordaeron, oh, blessed is human civilization! Holy and fierce original light, thank you for bringing this grace to this dark and ignorant country. "

"Ah?! Oh no, the Grand Duke has gone mad too! Quickly, go get Archbishop Alonsus Fao!"

(End of this chapter)