Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 178 1. This Diakum is extremely powerful but too cautious
"Are you awake?"

When Lady Chromie, the powerful Quicksand Scale warrior, experienced Time Mender, renowned rising star of the Dragon Guardian Legion, nicknamed "Hated by Both Men and Dragons", woke up from her terrible and humiliating shock, the first thing she saw was the gentle face of the Draenei by the window.

The little dwarf blinked, causing his pupils to transform into the snake pupils of a dragon.

As the dragon watched, she clearly saw a giant shaped from starlight standing behind Diakum, who was sitting by the window writing the holy covenant with a quill pen.

She had never seen such a giant, but she felt fear from the bottom of her heart.

Although the energy the opponent relied on from Diak'um was not much, the nobility of this kind of power has never been about the amount of strength. As a member of the Guardian Dragon Legion who was given the power of "World Guardian" by the Pantheon in the ancient "Titan Age", Chromie obviously understood the meaning of "Star Soul" better than the bumpkins of Draenor.

Of course, due to some "differences" between the Guardian Dragon Legion and the Titan Guardians, those arrogant and closed-minded Titan Guardians did not share too many Star Soul secrets with the Guardian Dragons. However, core dragons like Chromie could still learn from some ancient books that the Titans' "sisters" were sleeping deep in the world that the dragons had guarded for tens of thousands of years.

Azeroth has not yet awakened. When He matures, the great Pantheon will have another powerful true god.

"What's that on you?"

Chromie huddled in his bed.

Her fear at this moment was really not pretended. It was just like a "temporary servant" in a wealthy tycoon's family accidentally bumping into the young master who was destined to inherit the family business. Having her salary deducted was a small matter at this time.

She stammered in Dragon Language:

"Is that a Titan God?"

Dick put down his quill and completed today's "calligraphy practice". Ever since Chief Talgas complained about his "ugly handwriting" more than 20,000 years ago, he has been secretly practicing calligraphy in the hope of surprising everyone in the future.

However, because it had been dormant for 20,000 years, this effort has not made much progress to this day.

"No, Argus is just a star soul and has nothing to do with the Titans."

Diakum sighed and burned his dog-like handwriting with shadow flames. He turned back to look at Chromie and said gently:

"Just like there is a star soul sleeping on the planet Azeroth, of course, I know that you Titan servants have your own understanding of this matter, and I have no intention of correcting your misconceptions at this time.

I mean you no harm, Ms. Chromie, I just want to ask you a few questions."

"I'm in Lakeside Town?"

Chromie spread her dragon senses and quickly found her own position. She glanced at Diakum with a strange look and said:
"Have you spoken with the local human general, Gavinrad?"

"Well, even though the Eternal Dragon disrupted the process, I still told him the news that the greenskins had entered the Black Swamp."

The Vigilant said:

"General Gavinrad is a kind-hearted man. He was willing to have his scouts monitor the orcs' movements while helping me gather my scattered warriors. Don't worry, I didn't reveal the 'truth' they shouldn't know.

The Celestial Mage Medivh is not an enemy that ordinary soldiers can deal with, and I do not intend to drag these loyal warriors into such a vortex of fate."

Having said that, Diakum looked at Chromie and asked seriously:
"So, will my behavior make me 'wanted' by the Bronze Dragon Legion?"

"what?"

This question made Chromie dumbfounded.

No, brother!
You have such a terrifying "background spirit" living in your body, how can you be afraid of the bronze dragon army! Didn't you see that I fainted after just a touch of Lord Argus's spirit?

That’s Star Soul!
That will be the true god who becomes Titan in the future!

How dare our little guardian dragon "issue a warrant" for you?

We don't think our lives are too comfortable, so we plan to put some pressure on ourselves.
But Chromie was a well-informed person. With a quick glance, she discerned an important message from Diakum's serious demeanor:

This extremely powerful Draenei is wary of the Bronze Dragon Legion! And he doesn't seem to intend to break the rules of the Guardian Dragon Legion.

Logically speaking, he should try to scare Diakum so that he would cooperate with his job as a "time policeman", but when he saw the terrifying starlight spirit, Chromie immediately gave up the idea of ​​a racing boat.

She really didn't dare to offend Lord Xinghun.

It's not just that she is timid, but also because the "code" is written like this. Titan wrote the underlying code when he "taught" the dragon kings. Who would teach their employees to disrespect the boss?
So, Chromie answered honestly:
“No, I won’t!
The timeline you're in has been sealed by the Scales of Quicksand. I see you're a prophet similar to Velen. The future history is an open book for you to read, so I won't hide it.

The little dwarf sat cross-legged on the bed.

She said to the Vigilant:

"The Bronze Dragonflight will only conduct minimal observations on the sealed timeline, and I am the temporary maintainer of this timeline. If you understand our rules, you should know that the changes to this timeline are all caused by your active activities on Argus!
Unfortunately, bronze dragons can only travel through time freely in Azeroth, and we cannot handle your interference and intervention from the 'outside'.

Therefore, in theory, there are no restrictions on the actions of you and Lord Argus Star-Soul in Azeroth, but out of my duty as the guardian of time, I still want to remind you to try not to do anything overly dangerous.

For example, awakening the Azeroth Star Soul in advance!

This could cause major turmoil in the time network, affecting countless normal timelines."

"Well, that's it."

Diakum nodded. He stroked the Heart of Argus and had a brief conversation with the Star Soul. Then he looked at Chromie and said:

"Lord Argus wishes to have a face-to-face conversation with his sister. He senses that his sister is being affected by both Order and the Void. He must confirm whether his sister needs help!
Can you arrange that?"

"Me? Arranging a meeting between the Star Spirits? You might as well have me drink a hundred pounds of liquor before challenging the Archdemon Lord Kil'jaeden."

Chromie's eyes rolled up to the sky.

But seeing Diakum's serious expression, the bronze dragon could only reluctantly reveal more of the "dragon secrets." She whispered:

"We, the Guardians, are only allowed to protect the natural evolution and world order of Azeroth. The Guardian Dragon Legion is just a lower-level unit of the World Guardian system left by the Titans. We can't even directly perceive the existence of the Star Soul.

All matters related to the Star Soul on this planet are handled directly by the "Guardians".

Without their permission, no one can come into contact with the noble star soul.

But I think, if it is the request of another noble star soul, then the guardians will probably make it convenient. But the problem is, the guardians have been sleeping for more than 100,000 years.

They have never shown any interest in changes in the outside world, and we don't know how to wake them up.

So, although I'd love to help, I really can't help you with this matter."

"Ah."

Dick nodded, then stood up and said to Chromie:
"In that case, may I ask you not to tell the other dragons about Lord Argus and I arriving in Azeroth? Please, okay?"

"That's as it should be! We bronze dragons never interfere with matters related to the direction of the timeline. We are merely observers and guardians of the time network, not interveners. Of course, I have no control over the Eternal Dragons.

But they wouldn't dare to casually intervene in anything related to the Titan Star Soul. They might have the courage, but they definitely don't have that much power."

Chromie answered seriously.

She rolled her eyes, looked very clever, jumped off the bed with full energy, and said:
"However, in order to fulfill my mission as the guardian of this timeline, I must stay by your and Lord Argus' side for a long time. Don't worry! I won't interfere with any of your actions. You can pretend I don't exist most of the time.

Besides, didn’t you say you would tell me your story if I was interested?”

The little dwarf waved her hand and took out a thick leather magic book that was half the size of her body from somewhere. She flipped open a few pages and let it float in the air, staring at Diakum eagerly.

She used her big blinking eyes to signal him that he could start telling the story.

It can be seen that Chromie, a little girl whose height only reaches the bend of Diakum's knees, has a curiosity and thirst for knowledge that does not match her body size. She really wants to know the past of the Sentinel, just like an ardent fan.

This made Diakum laugh, but he didn't refuse the request. It would still be several hours before General Gavinrad's scouts set out, so there wasn't much else to do now.

However, as Diakum recounted his stories on Argus and Draenor, he was having another conversation with the Argus Star Soul in his spiritual world.

"These creatures who call themselves 'Guardian Dragons' have been modified!"

Star Soul whispered:
"They should be among the first creatures born in Azeroth. They are gifted with powerful talents and should be able to sense the existence of the Star Soul. On the contrary, the Titan Guardians are complete outsiders.

Just as Aggramar forged the giant of creation, Grond, to forcibly interrupt Draenor's ascension, the Titans also imposed a series of restrictions on my sister. They wanted my powerful but unfortunate sister to follow the path of arcane order.

These guardian dragons are part of the system they left behind.

But now, I can hear Azeroth's screams in its sleep, the Void is still corrupting it! The Titans' transformation failed and caused even worse consequences. What incompetence! "

"Yes, Argus."

Diakum replied in his mind:

"The Aspect Dragons were given power over the world by the Titans through the World Guardians they left behind, but these great lizards were unaware of the cruel truth.

They are natural 'world guardians', warriors created by the star-soul of Azeroth to defend the world, but they were appointed by the Titans as guards of order, which completely deviates from the original intention of the dragons' birth in this world.

Perhaps we can start from this point, using the Guardian Dragon Legion as a starting point to gradually dismantle the control the Titans have imposed on your sisters.

Of course, in this process we must deal with the more dangerous void corrosion to restore the Supreme Star Soul to true health."

"It seems you have a plan?"

Argus asked:

"But this little dragon also said that without the guardians' permission, even I can't talk to my sisters. The Titans have obviously taken this into consideration. They set up a closed system that isolates the outside world, not allowing the Azeroth star soul to interact with the outside world."

"You don't have to worry about the Guardians."

Diakum said casually:
"Those weak fellows who each have their own strange problems are not a problem at the moment. I know a secret room that can allow you to communicate with Azeroth. Unfortunately, it is far away on another continent and is likely to be occupied by void servants.

But according to what I learned from the captured demon prince, during the ancient war ten thousand years ago, the star soul of Azeroth was briefly awakened once, which gave the anti-demon coalition a certain degree of enhancement, allowing them to successfully defeat the demons.

This shows that the closed system left by the Titans has been breached.

This is our chance!

I need to gather some information now. Please be patient with your anger towards your sisters' suffering. I will arrange a conversation between you and Azeroth as soon as possible.

I also have a preliminary plan on how to bring the Guardian Dragon Legion into our camp.

I need some time to perfect it.”

Star Soul fell silent. After a moment, He said:

"After the temporary suspension of your conditioning by the Holy Light, Diakum, you've changed. You've lost your enthusiasm and started to act with calculated strategies. If you were the Sentinel before, you would have already entered the Black Swamp to continue your slaughter and punishment of the greenskins."

"I'm just trying to change."

Dick sighed and said:
"I am just imitating those who walk into the shadows. You know, if I want to complete the path of light and shadow, I must first understand the rules of the shadows.

This is a difficult thing for me.

I had to constantly suppress the urge to rush into Karazhan and purify Medivh.

There was also the urge to immediately intervene in the war between Stormwind Kingdom and the orcs, to minimize casualties and end this matter in the way of the Light Walker.

I still have to face fate here, but this time, it will no longer be in the form of brilliant holy light."

"That's great. I don't want my child to become a reckless person who only knows how to take on the responsibility when encountering difficulties."

Argus Star Soul encouraged:

"Sargeras is not an opponent that can be defeated by strength alone, so we occasionally need a little wisdom of the shadows to help us plan the overall situation. Do you need me to keep an eye on this little dragon to prevent her from doing something she shouldn't do?
She is a servant of the Titans, and neither you nor I like the Titans."

"Thank you for your help, but Chromie is not a bad person. She has a clear distinction between love and hate. Once she learns the truth about the dragons that was deliberately concealed by the Titan Guardians, she will definitely make the right choice.

So please be kind to her.”

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"Don't move! Put down your staff and keep your tongue steady! If I hear your vocal cords vibrate, this dagger will pierce your neck!"

Garona fiercely scolded the young human being she was holding hostage, but she ignored the fact that the people of Azeroth naturally could not understand the Draenei language.

Fortunately, violence is also a language, and it is universally used throughout the universe.

Faced with the dagger forged by Black Hands and infused with the Living Wood Plague by the Contaminated, the unfortunate man who was held hostage had no intention of showing his bravery.

He obediently dropped his yew staff, raised his hands, and opened his mouth. But his eyes darted back and forth, fully proving that this young man dressed as a wizard clearly had his own thoughts when faced with danger.

At Garona's request, the young man turned around and saw a foreign assassin who was taller than him, wearing a black cloak and a strange "snake scale armor".

He noticed a hideous green head hanging from the assassin's belt.

The owner of the skull had his eyes wide open as he died, and seemed to be roaring in anger. But even though he was dead, the dark magic wrapped around the skull still made the "mage apprentice" tremble.

The owner of this head is definitely a powerful spellcaster, a top-notch master even in Dalaran.

"What's your name? Never mind, you don't understand."

Garona originally wanted to force this human to tell her why he was sneaking around the edge of the Black Swamp, but she soon realized that she could not communicate with the locals. However, this did not pose a problem for Garona.

After a few seconds, the Orc assassin asked in stuttering Thalassian:

"Can you understand Elvish?"

This was something she learned from Arantion during several brief collaborations. As a half-Draenei, Garona obviously inherited the Draenei's learning ability, and being raised by Lelan allowed her to fully develop this learning ability.

The abducted mage apprentice was visibly startled, and then immediately responded in pure Sarassi:
"Of course, Thalassian is one of the official languages of Dalaran, but we use the Thalassian language modified by the high elves, while you obviously use the more ancient Kaldorei language.

But it doesn’t affect communication.”

"Speak slower! I can't keep up."

Garona swung her dagger fiercely, causing the human in front of her to shrink his neck.

The latter raised his hands to indicate that he meant no harm, and said softly:

"I am Khadgar, Master Medivh's apprentice in magic. I have been ordered by my mentor to investigate the anomaly in the Black Swamp. May I ask who you are?"

"Medivh? Great! So you're also a lackey of that villain! Now I've caught you, right? Very good, since you're an enemy, I can torture you.

My great but pedantic sage grandfather taught me that protecting friends should be as gentle and sincere as the spring sun, while treating enemies should be as cold and ruthless as the winter blizzard. So, Khadgar of Dalaran, tell me."

Garona lifted Khadgar's chin with her icy dagger and threatened him in a long voice:

"How do you want me to treat you?"

(End of this chapter)