Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 181 4. Calabash Brothers saved Grandpa, right? You Blue Dragons only have so few people left, so be careful! [35]

(Additional update for brother “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” [3/5])
"Flame, burn it!"

Holding the Twilight Hammer, Diakum rode the Dark Phoenix in the sky and approached the dragon. He raised his hand and smashed out the Corrupted Law: Flame. The purple-black shadow flames fell like lava, easily corroding the blue dragon's arcane mana shield below, and began to burn when they landed on its dragon scales.

The malevolent void fire needs no fuel, life force is its fuel.

This Shadow Flame is the "family heirloom" of the Black Dragon clan.

Its greatest characteristic is its ability to deal damage with dark spells that ignore defense, and unless one possesses special protective gear, the "pain" of Shadowflame cannot be exempted by any form of mental protection. The legendary dragon howled in pain, flapped its wings, and soared into the air, aiming an arcane breath at Diakum, covering half of the sky in a biting storm of frost.

It was powerful, but it missed.

The use of the Dissipation Skill allowed Diakum to shuttle through the shadows. He stepped down from the sky, looked up at the dragon in the air, shook his head, and raised his hand to lash out. The mental whip, strengthened by the Twilight Hammer, summoned illusory tentacles. The tentacles with suction cups and sharp teeth would make the dragon scream in pain within three lashes.

Being entangled by the Shadow Priest means that the spirit must be tested. With the continuous infliction of the Soul-Devouring Plague and the Mind Spikes, the powerful Blue Dragon suddenly felt a splitting headache.

Those fragments of shame, pain, despair, and unbearable memories flooded into his mind uncontrollably, seriously disrupting the rhythm of the battle and causing him to fall into panic and mental weakening.

Logically speaking, the dragon's spirit is too strong to be affected by the spell to this extent, but a shadow-forged artifact of the Twilight Hammer's level can directly extract void corrosion from the Sunless Sea, which means that the dragon in front of him has to face the oppression of the void's truth.

To be honest, this is a bit difficult.

"Shadow's bastards!"

The dragon, driven mad by the urge, locked onto the shadow priest on the ground. It folded its wings and rushed towards the surface, intending to kill Diakum with one claw.

The Dark Archon could not understand the dragon's suicidal choice. He tilted his head and thought about it, and felt that perhaps the dragons' ecological niche in this world was too high, and nothing could threaten them, so they became arrogant.

"Let this loyal servant of the Titan experience the dangers of this world, hehe."

The Shadow's Voice suggested this in Diakum's ear, and Dick felt that this was indeed the right thing to do, so he raised his hand and released the Decree of Fallen again.

Corrosion·Plague Curse!

"Ow"

The blue dragon, who had just landed on the ground and raised its claws, felt a heavy punch on its tail at this moment.

It seemed as if all its strength was drained away in an instant, and it became extremely weak. In a dizzy state, it turned its head and vomited last night's meal in the swamp. As it vomited, it even vomited blood with pus.

The mental whip and soul spikes were still torturing its spirit. Diakum didn't intend to kill it but just wanted to punish the arrogant dragon a little. But the problem was that he seemed to be using too much strength.

The blue dragon was surrounded by dazzling and terrifying shadows all over its body, and even the flesh under its scales began to move and itch.

In this case, according to the fighting style of the Void Servant, the Corrupted Law and Corruption should be added to make this guy's flesh and blood alienated, grow a pair of tentacles or big eyeballs, share the flesh and blood truth of the Void with it and guide it on the path to meet the Void.

If luck is good, this blue dragon may become a very powerful "Twilight Dragon" in the future.

That's a hidden mythical creature template!
Why don’t you say thank you to Brother Diao?
"Stop! Diakam, this blue dragon means no harm! It's here because of the Dark Portal as well."

Aegwynn, who arrived a little later, watched almost the entire process of how her blue dragon friend was manipulated by the Dark Archon. This made her realize that there was a small problem with her initial judgment of Diak'um.

If it was a Draenei priest in this form, she might still win, but the price would be that she would also be dragged into the Void Immolation by the opponent.

Facing the Void Force Walker blessed by the Lightless Sea, winning or losing is not even the most important thing.

But even more shocked were Khadgar and Garona.

Medivh's magic apprentice coughed a few times, turned his head to look at Garona, and whispered:

"Well, I don't have much experience, but is light and darkness reversed in your world? Do you call Shadow Flame Holy Flame? And your grandfather doesn't seem like a good person, at least not the 'saint' you describe."

"Shut up! Don't speak ill of the Dark Archon, for the sake of your pitiful life."

Amidst Garona's awkward scolding, the former guardian flashed to the side of the wailing blue dragon several times, froze it with Ice Block, and used arcane power to dispel the void echoes around it.

But Chromie rushed over and grabbed her.

This won’t work, it’s too inefficient.

She waved her staff and used time reversal to wrap the seriously injured blue dragon Arcanagos, using this method to heal her own people. Diakum did not make any additional attacks, as he had no intention of killing the dragon here.

Although his talent as "Enemy of the Titans" made him dislike the dragon, it was not an old friend like Chromie, who could allow Diakum to suppress his malice and murderous intent.

"Arcanagos and I noticed the changes in the Black Morass at the same time. I received a message from him on my way here. He is an old friend of mine. After learning that I was going to Karazhan to find out the truth, the blue dragon decided to go with me."

Aegwynn stepped forward and explained:

"Blue dragons are the magical protectors of our world. Theoretically, all matters related to magic in this world fall under their jurisdiction. The previous teleportation was too noisy, and it definitely alerted more than just one blue dragon.

Ms. Chromie said she would handle the follow-up matters, but the arrival of Arcanagos made me realize one thing.

Medivh certainly knows that his actions cannot be hidden from these hidden beings, so I wonder how he plans to deal with the constant questioning.

"The dead speak not, Lady Aegwynn."

Diakum was squatting on the ground, healing Khadgar while shaking his head and saying:

"Your son was accidentally affected by the dark power while teleporting through the Dark Portal. He is currently resting in Karazhan. What do you think will happen if you and the blue dragon go there at this time?
Medivh will not harm you, but Arcanagos is just a legendary dragon. What can he use to withstand the wrath of the dark forces?

It only takes one cruel moment to lose a friend forever."

Aegwynn fell silent.

After a moment, she sighed and released a group teleportation to send everyone back to the campfire not far away.

After realizing the danger of this trip, Aegwynn felt that it was a bit too reckless to run over when she saw her son in trouble. Perhaps the darkness in Medivh's soul could no longer be suppressed. The saint from the other world was right. She had to prepare for the worst possible outcome.

She decisively decided to shake another wave of people!

Fortunately, I have been a guardian for so many years and have met many powerful friends.

Meanwhile, Khadgar listened to the conversation between Diak'em and Aegwynn with an almost inaudible attitude. After his injuries from the AOE healed, he immediately asked:
"Grandpa, er, no, Your Excellency the Saint from another world, what was the content of your conversation with that lady just now? What did you mean by Medivh doing something wrong? What was the dark side of his soul?"

I am his apprentice!

How come I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

"You are more than an apprentice, Khadgar."

Diakum sized up the still-young mage. He stood up, looked at his granddaughter, who had reunited with him safely, and said:
"Garona, let me ask you, in your opinion, what is the identity of this 'new friend' of yours?"

"Tsk, just a despicable spy."

The orc assassin who was sitting by the campfire polishing his crystal throwing knife said casually:
"He said that Medivh sent him to the Black Morass to investigate the Greenskin fortress's fall into the world, but he had no idea that we were all witnesses to that incident. Excluding the possibility that Medivh was mentally ill and wanted to continue playing the role of the Kingdom's guardian, this only proves that this guy with ulterior motives escaped on his own.

He also used the name of Medivh, and it was obvious that he was a spy planted by other forces next to the celestial mage.

I've seen this happen many times in Gul'dan's Shadow Council, and having been a spy myself, his cautious demeanor couldn't be hidden from me.

Oh, by the way, speaking of Gul'dan"

Garona took the hideous head from her waist and handed it to Diakam with both hands. She said:

"I have completed my revenge, Saint. I personally severed the painful memories bestowed upon me by Gul'dan. I personally washed away the shame of those wronged souls. I can finally escape that cold shadow without any regrets."

"Congratulations, then, kid."

Diakum took Gul'dan's skull and burned the ugly flesh in the rising shadow flames, allowing the shadow of the void to merge and compress with the powerful magic in the skull, lighting up the eye sockets of the white skull with black flames.

他 说:

"I accept your gift, Garona. I will bear the Skull of Gul'dan against future enemies, but are you sure Gul'dan's soulstone has been shattered?"

"I saw it with my own eyes. Nazgrel of the Blackscar clan found the Soul Stone on him and smashed it. No, that's not right! We were deceived."

Garona stamped her feet fiercely and cursed:

"How could a warlock like him hide his soul stone so casually? It must be a trick. Nazgrel and I didn't think of it. I have to go to the place where Gul'dan died and look for it."

"That's not necessary."

Diakum waved his hand and said:
"I suspect there will be a 'hidden guest' who will take that evil soul away after you. Gul'dan's fate is not over yet, but his evil connection with the fel is over, and his life as a warlock is over.

So, you did kill the First Warlock Gul'dan. So, Khadgar."

The saint cast his magic and levitated the skull of Gul'dan beside him, just as Thal'kiel had manipulated his own skull. He stared at Khadgar and said:
"I am an Eredar prophet, so you don't have to hide your true identity. I know everything about you, and I can even see your future.

Don't go back to Karazhan!
Stay in Stormwind Kingdom to help the warriors here resist the invasion of the greenskins, or go back to Dalaran and bring the news of the greenskin orcs entering this world to the Council of Six and persuade them to prepare for war.

Medivh's problem will be solved soon, as for the power of the Guardian."

A hint of sarcasm flashed across Diakum's gentle face as he said:

"I don't think returning it to the current Kirin Tor is a good idea. Those archmages corrupted by lust for power are unworthy of using this noble power. Although Medivh did many bad things, his original intention was at least good.

At least he is still trying to fulfill his duties as a guardian and reunite human civilization.

I can even sympathize with him a little, though I will never let him go after nearly destroying Draenor."

"I"

Khadgar felt helpless after his identity was exposed by Garona in a few words. The change in the situation also caught the young mage off guard.

But after thinking for a few seconds, he shook his head and said:
"I'll take you to Karazhan. I won't rashly intervene in the fight between you demigods, but Karazhan is holding an unprecedentedly grand banquet! Almost all the nobles and upper-class people in Stormwind Kingdom are there.

There is also a town there that is nominally under the jurisdiction of Karazhan, with hundreds of people serving the celestial mages.

They are all innocent.

At least I can take them away to Serene Garden Town for refuge before the danger breaks out!

And
I also think that although my mentor Medivh is usually mysterious, sometimes aloof and difficult to deal with, he is not a deliberately bad person.

His patience and gentleness in teaching me magic were far superior to those of the archmages in Dalaran."

At this point, Khadgar was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"I don't believe your accusations against him! In my opinion, Lord Medivh is a very qualified guardian. Even if it means completing the mission assigned to me by the Council of Six, I must see the truth with my own eyes."

"But you were just a burden to the saint in the past!"

Garona was still feeling down because her assassination attempt on Gul'dan had failed, so she said to Khadgar rudely:
"What you're about to do can't be accomplished with courage alone. Courage without strength is just empty talk. You can't even handle me, so how can you be considered an elite mage?"

"But you are a legendary assassin!"

"So what? My combat power isn't even in the top 20 in Draenor. Tsk, your world only looks mysterious and magnificent."

"You two stop arguing."

Diakum reached out to stop his granddaughter and the young mage who was destined to be entangled with her for the rest of her life. He waved his hand and said:
"All of you go, follow Ms. Chromie and evacuate the innocent people outside Karazhan. Khadgar is right. This is a matter between demigods. This is the pursuit of justice in Draenor. Innocent people cannot be involved.

But I think Lady Aegwynn will need some time to recruit troops, so next we will reunite the lost warriors.

Garona, take your new friend to the swamp and see if you can find a rally beacon left by the warriors of K'ure's Alliance."

"Yes, Saint."

The Orc Assassin jumped up, glanced at Khadgar, and said:

"What if this guy isn't honest? He's a spy by training and sympathizes with villains like Medivh. He might secretly send a letter to sabotage our raid on Karazhan."

"Then do as Gul'dan taught you. I believe that the wise Khadgar will not seek hardship for himself."

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The blue dragon Arcanagos felt like he was having a terrible nightmare.

In that nightmare, it recalled all the embarrassing things that happened to it, from being bullied by the Arcane Floating Serpent as a child to being severely beaten by the Black Dragon escaped prisoner when it grew up. All the terrified psychological shadows jumped up as if to come alive and attacked its mind.

It was tortured to the point of almost going crazy, and tried very hard to wake up from the nightmare.

But it can't.

At a certain moment in the mental pain and tearing, he seemed to see a whispering dark ocean emerging before his eyes. He knew what it was, so he struggled with all his might and finally opened his eyes.

It found itself lying in the familiar Nexus Palace in its elf form, with Kalecgos looking at it with a worried look.

"Are you feeling better?"

Kalec, the famous "warm man" of the Blue Dragon Clan, said softly:

"When the bronze dragon Krodom brought you back just now, everyone was shocked. Where on earth did you go? How did you get contaminated with such a terrible shadow filth?

Chrodom said that you were attacked by alien monsters in the Black Swamp. It happened to pass by and saved you. It also used time spells to try its best to restore you to your pre-injury state, but your mental trauma was very serious.

You'll probably need to rest for more than ten years to recover."

"Huh? I'm in the Black Swamp. Yeah! I was planning to do something there, huh? What was I planning to do?"

The weak blue dragon pondered hard, but its spirit seemed to have been bitten by something, and a piece of its memory was missing.

Not only did it forget what it was going to do, it even forgot how it was injured. It only vaguely remembered that a gloomy figure shrouded in darkness was torturing it with an evil hammer.

"what!"

It wanted to continue recalling, but when it went deeper into the memory, it felt a splitting headache.

The twitching posture frightened Kalecgos, and he could only cast magic to put his people to sleep.

It looked at the painful Arcanagos, and walked out of the frozen arcane palace with a worried look on its face. Outside the door, it saw several of its fellow tribesmen who had received the news and rushed over.

"What happened to Arcanagos? He may be a mediocre rookie, but who in the mortal world could hurt him like that?"

The mighty dragoness Madi Gosa said loudly:

"There aren't any powerful creatures in the Black Swamp. Could it have mistakenly entered the Temple of Atal'Hakkar, guarded by the Green Dragonflight? But didn't they say that the Emerald Legion abandoned the place and only left the seal due to lack of manpower?"

Kalecgos shook his head and said:
"I examined Arcanagos's mind, and the damage was so severe it was as if his mind had been torn apart.

This is not a problem that can be solved by healing magic. We need to invite the dream healer of the Emerald Legion to the Nexus, or I can just take it to the Emerald Dream to meet the Sleeper Queen.

Krodom, who sent it here, didn't say much, but I felt that the bronze dragon seemed a little guilty.

"Isn't Krodom the famous 'Time Troublemaker'?"

Another female dragon, Tyregosa, frowned and said:
"And bronze dragons are very good at using time travel to erase memories. I suspect that Archanagos' injury might be related to the bronze dragons. No! We blue dragons are few in number, so we must unite! We can't just stand by and watch our own people get bullied.

Kalec, send Arcana to the Emerald Dream for treatment.

I'll go to the Black Swamp and take a look myself!"

"Take that chattering staff, Tarecgosa."

Madigosa reminded:
"That staff has been annoying the Frostbinder Queen's servants to death lately. I heard that a few dragon stewards discussed philosophy with it, but it said they were autistic. I don't want it to continue to disturb the gatherings of the Spellweavers and Frostbinders.

They had a conflict a few years ago, which led to Frostbinder hiding in Winterspring and sulking for decades. This time, she was persuaded to come back by the respected old man Senegos and the cute little Star, which is a rare opportunity for reconciliation.

The Weaver is very tough, but he also carefully arranged the dragon nest of it and the Frostbinder some time ago.

This matter cannot be disturbed!
Take that damn staff out for a spin, lest it tear apart the Nexus again, which would be very troublesome to repair.

And although that guy is annoying, he is indeed very powerful.

If you get into trouble, it can at least give you a chance to escape. Of course, I'm not advising you to throw it away while you can, but if you do, probably no one will blame you.

If it is lost 'accidentally', let the mages in Dalaran find it.

That is their sacred object, don’t return it after you find it!

It bombs our home every day. We can’t hit it, and we can’t scold it enough!

Who can bear this?"

(End of this chapter)