Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 191 14. We in Azeroth also need our own ace spy!
Lycanthos's plea silenced Diakum.

He glanced at the spirit bones floating in front of him and thought that if he asked old Bonsandi for help in this situation, the debt he owed it would probably double to the sky.

The Black Wolf God really found a perfect opportunity to come and "show his courtesy".

The two liches also looked at the Black Wolf God. As walkers of the force of death, they could see that the Black Wolf God was a Loa who had just ascended to godhood. He was not powerful, but he had great potential.

After all, it is in charge of the wolf pack that is currently patrolling the starry sea, and the number of its followers is quite exaggerated. Unfortunately, the incomplete soul makes it difficult for it to improve further. If it can make up for the shortcomings, this guy may become the most powerful group in the "Loa", a strange group of mixed people with good and bad. If he can be blessed by the Force and become a "chosen one of the Force" like Diakum, it is not impossible for him to transcend to a demigod and become a lesser god in the future.

Aegwynn also raised her head and looked at Diakam.

If possible, the former guardian would be willing to bear any cost to get his son back.

But now it is the Vigilantes who make the decisions.

He risked his life in battle to help his child repel the Lord of Fel Energy, so he could no longer make any further demands.

In a brief silence, Diakum held up two fingers.

他 说:

"First, the war between the green-skinned orcs and humans is something I must intervene in."

"no problem."

Lycanthos sensed that an agreement was about to be reached, and he wagged his tail and said:
"The greenskins have their own hurdles to overcome. Their blood curse has not yet arrived. My original intention was to use this invasion to make them suffer and be tempered. They cannot join my star sea hunting group until the last trace of the blood curse is worn away.

Many orcs are bound to die among them.

But in your words, this is the punishment they deserve, and as the Death God of their race, I have no intention of stopping it."

"Secondly, your feud with Goldrin is your own business. Don't involve other forces."

Diakum warned:
"You know what I'm talking about, Lycanthos. The 'Werewolf Curse' is quite troublesome. Once it spreads, the consequences will be disastrous."

"I won't do that, but I can't control Goldrinn's situation."

The Black Wolf God laughed strangely and said:

"Even Elune couldn't subdue that rebellious creature. I don't think it will listen to you. I promise not to actively spread the dark curse of werewolves.

So, a deal?

You will not intervene in the duel between me and Goldrinn?"

"That was a duel between life and death. As a Holy Light Walker, I simply couldn't find any reason to get involved."

Dick nodded and said:
"The contract is concluded. Go and bring Medivh back as soon as possible!"

"His soul is not in the Shadowlands."

The Black Wolf God disappeared in the wind, leaving only his voice to dissipate:

"The Celestial Mage had already prepared for this. I'm amazed by Medivh's wisdom. He seemed to have realized this outcome long ago, so he tampered with his own soul. He is the Celestial Mage."
You should naturally go to the astral realm to search for his wandering soul, but since we have made a contract, I will help you complete this soul-calling.

Hold on. "

The Black Wolf God's response made the two liches suddenly realize what was going on.

The Astral Plane is a peculiar plane that does not belong to the six forces. It is not a group of stars but a projection above the material world.

There are many messy creatures living there, and all kinds of force are mixed in it, so that there is basically no normal order there. Medivh is known as the Celestial Mage because he is one of the few spellcasters in Azeroth who can roam freely in that plane.

In addition, the astral plane has special roads that can connect to the material world. Medivh locked Draenor through the astral plane. Otherwise, the two planets are separated by half of the material star sea, and even a demigod mage would find it difficult to reach it in his lifetime.

"Thank you, Diakme, my friend."

The haggard Aegwynn stepped forward and bowed her head in thanks:
"You have sacrificed so much for Medivh and me. You are a truly kind person, even willing to compromise your moral principles for this."

"No, that's not the case. My morality is related to fate, and the Holy Light is very tolerant of me in this regard."

Diakum waved his hand and said:
"I once believed that the Holy Light wanted me to prevent all tragedies and protect all beauty. However, when I was alone in the darkness, I realized that was not the Holy Light's true intention. I realized that I couldn't rashly interfere in the fate of others in the name of 'for your own good.'

Only when I am prayed for can I help the weak and reverse their fate.

Not all weak people need privileges.
I should have realized this earlier, but it's not too late to realize it now.

Tragedy has its own meaning, just as light would be meaningless without darkness."

"Is this your realization on the path of light and darkness?"

Aegwynn sighed and said:

"As a pioneer, I must tell you that this level of understanding alone is not enough for you to complete this trial."

"I know. I'm still summarizing more of Shadow's thoughts."

The Vigilant said:

"I know it's difficult, but I've already started and I can't give up halfway. It's back, your child is back, welcome him."

Diakum took a step back.

Amid the deep howl of the Black Wolf God, Medivh's spirit appeared in the wind.

He seemed to have just been awakened and was still a little confused.

When he looked around, he saw his mother crying and hugging him. This rare expression of emotion from Aegwynn caught Medivh off guard, but under the gentle gazes of the people around him, he finally lowered his head and hugged his crying mother.

他 说:

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said those words before. Sargeras influenced me, turning my evil thoughts as a child into a sharp blade that hurt my loved ones. After I grew up and realized the responsibilities you shouldered, I persuaded myself not to blame you for it."

"It's all my fault, don't make excuses for me, it's my fault!"

Aegwynn cried out:
"I only wanted to train you to be a talented person. I selfishly wanted to pass on the duties of the Guardian to you. Your father tried to dissuade me, but I insisted on my own way and even killed him. My recklessness, arrogance, and ignorance caused you to be born with a dark curse. I personally brought you to this point.

my child.

This is all my fault. If I had the chance again, I would rather you become a royal wizard for Ryan in Stormwind Kingdom, inherit your father's mantle, and live a mediocre but happy life.

I know I was wrong, I just ask you to forgive me."

"But I never blamed you, mother. What child would resent their parents?"

Medivh smiled, patted his mother's shoulder with his half-real spirit, and said:
"It's all over. The shadow of the Dark Titan has dissipated, and I am free."

"Are you sure?"

Farondis sighed and said:
"The Dark Titan used a very strange method to merge with your soul when you were still an embryo, Medivh. Your soul was even shaped by him himself. Although Diak'um repelled his spiritual fragments, it does not mean that you can return to purity."

"Your soul was tainted before it was formed."

Old Merry also shook his head and said:
"Sargeras' influence is destined to accompany you throughout your life. This soul-level filth can only be completely cleansed in the holy land of Shadowlands. To resist the supreme erosion of one Force, you must be infused and cleansed by the core power of another Force.

However, you are a celestial mage, and you know the rules of the Shadowlands.

Once you step into it, you can never return to the physical universe."

"He fashioned you to establish his own hand in Azeroth. He, like me, seeks a wiser solution."

Diakum also spoke:

"After the defeat in the War of the Ancients, the Dark Titan realized the power and potential of Azeroth's Star Soul. He knew that normal conquest would be difficult to deal with this world, and would instead force the Star Soul to further redeem its potential under heavy pressure.

So it decided to try a more effective approach, but unfortunately, the Dark Titan's wisdom was greater than we imagined.

He found the right way to intervene.

You are a son of Azeroth!

You are born with a certain connection to the star-soul of Azeroth. Once you fall under the control of Sargeras again, you will become the sharp blade that the dark titan uses to pierce the heart of the world.

The most troublesome thing is that it is difficult for the world to resist rebellion from its own children.

The Awakener Cult that emerged on the world of Argus is a real example. Sargeras will use this method. He is the most powerful in the material universe, but that does not mean that he will only use violence. "

"So, I have to leave, right?"

Medivh nodded. He appeared quite calm. Perhaps this soul, regarded as a mentor by Khadgar, was willing to take responsibility for his mistakes, just as true apology comes not from words but from actions.

But Aegwynn couldn't accept it.

Her son had just returned, and this strong mother felt so much guilt and wanted to make amends to her child, but she also had to face his departure, which made Aegwynn collapse again.

However, Diakum quickly dissuaded her with another statement.

"The Death Force has planted spies within the Burning Legion, more than one. The transformation of the Black Wolf God is the result of their covert manipulation. Amidst the grand scheme of the Force strife, the fel energy wreaking havoc on the material sea has become a tool of death."

The Sentinel placed his hand on Aegwynn's shoulder and said in a deep voice:
"The more brutal the Burning Legion's destruction, the more powerful the Death Realm can obtain from it. However, as far as I know, the Shadow Realm has experienced a strange lack of anima in recent years, and even the spirit seed gardens in Ardenweald have withered because of it.

On the one hand, the number of the dead is increasing, while on the other hand, the amount of heart energy extracted from the souls of sinners is decreasing.

There is a big problem here!
The Shadowlands is clearly making its own preparations to end the conflict in the Force. Once the Burning Crusade is completed, it will be the moment when the power of death overturns the starry sea.

The war of the Force might be ended, but at the cost of death completely taking control of the universe.

All men die, and all men die no more."

He shook his head and said:
"The ambition and threat of the Death Force surpass even that of the Burning Legion. We must act. If we want to intervene in this fate that should not have happened, we must start with the details. If the Death Force can plant its own spies among other Forces, then so can we!

But such a heavy responsibility is not something an ordinary soul can bear.

The world of death has its own rules, and only truly wise people can find loopholes in that rigid system and exploit them.

We can no longer reverse the trend. After all, the mental energy that has been continuously intercepted over the past 20,000 years is enough for the ambitious people in the Death World to create an Abyssal Army that is no less powerful than the Burning Legion. But at least, we can use our smart ears and eyes to obtain the movements of the dead, and prepare and respond accordingly.

Lady Aegwynn, your son will not only go to the realm of the dead to cleanse the filth in his soul, he will also start a new life there and become the most loyal pioneer of Azeroth.

And I promise you that one day in the future, he will return to the material world and come back to you in an honorable way."

The whole hall fell silent.

Even Medivh was thinking, but Farondis's mind was quick, and the great lich reacted immediately. He clapped his hands and said:

"The Death Forge Army certainly wasn't just for a parade. Once the weapon was forged, it was destined to be unsheathed. If the Death Force's goal is to end the conflict among the stars and dominate the Force system, then when the time comes, the Death Army will surely break the boundary between life and death.

They will take the initiative to step into the material world!
By then, the strict standards of death will no longer be able to restrain the dead, and even the rigid order of the Shadow Kingdom will be turned upside down.

Medivh can also easily return to the material world and end his heavy mission."

"This is a long and arduous journey, but it is also a well-deserved atonement!"

Old Merry said a little more sternly:
"Medivh brought the warlike greenbelt into Azeroth. The flames of war in the eastern continent can no longer be extinguished. The human kingdom will be tested. Every drop of blood of those who died is Medivh's sin.

He must accept such a trial! Otherwise, there will be no justice, no fairness!

Aegwynn, let go.

Let your son bear the consequences of his actions like a real man, instead of being like the spoiled baby you spoil who hides back home when he makes a mistake.

You and Elan have taught him well, and now it's time to let him go and face his fate."

"I am also wrong!"

Aegwynn gritted her teeth, hugged her child's arm and said:

"I'm also responsible for his mistakes. I want to follow my child through life. He has to face the pressure of the entire Death Realm. He can't do it alone, even if he's a celestial mage! I want to transcend death with him and accompany him on this arduous journey of atonement."

She raised her hand, letting the arcane energy transform into lightning in her hand and was about to hit her forehead, but old Merry froze her torso with an icy tombstone.

Aegwynn went to extremes.

She got stuck in a dead end.

This was perfectly normal; that was just her nature. All the great masters of the arcane arts were headstrong, control freaks! Azshara was like this, as was Aegwynn, and Medivh was no exception.

"No! You have your responsibilities to fulfill as well."

Diakum scolded:
"Suicide is a cowardly act. You will only put more unnecessary pressure on the sinner Medivh. Stay in the material world. You and your son will advance in both worlds simultaneously, towards the same great goal.

You are all guardians.

You all must take responsibility for your own actions and not run away from them!"

"Everyone, could you please give me and my mother some time alone?"

Medivh said:

"I'll persuade her. I promise there will be a good outcome. If I have to step into death, please let me say my final goodbyes to my parents."

"Well, it should be so."

The two liches and Diak'um left the hall, and Garona also turned and walked away.

Khadgar stood there, bidding farewell to his mentor with a complicated expression. As Medivh laughed, a violet key engraved with a raven appeared in front of Khadgar.

"You are my only disciple. Karazhan is my legacy to you, child."

He said to Khadgar:

"This tower contains knowledge from this world, with more books than Dalaran, enough for you to walk the arcane path and reach the realm of demigod, but there are also many dangers here that must not be released outside.

You are not only the master of Karazhan, you are its caretaker.

Listen to my advice, Khadgar, do not waste your precious time on the foolish orders of the Council of Six. Mages should be pure, and power is not what we are pursuing."

"Well, I will remember your teachings throughout my life, mentor."

Khadgar took the key and bowed to Medivh. When he turned around, he wiped his eyes and was mercilessly mocked by Garona in front of him.

No one knew what Medivh and Aegwynn talked about, but a few hours later, when everyone returned to the hall, Aegwynn had already calmed down and burned her son's remains with spiritual fire with her own hands to prevent the Guardian's powerful body from attracting evil spirits to occupy it again.

The burning of the body meant that Medivh had made the decision to cross the boundary of death and go to the Shadowlands.

"You have two choices."

Diakum said to him:
"Either go to Revendreth and serve Emperor Denathrius, or go to Maldraxxus and participate in the war for supremacy after the Lord of Arms disappears. Both of these paths will allow you to quickly ascend to the upper echelons of power in the Death Realm and allow you to better spy on the Death Faction's plans."

"What are your specific suggestions?"

Medivh asked humbly:

"You are a prophet. I have witnessed your struggle against fate firsthand on Draenor. You are well versed in this matter and will surely give me the perfect advice."

"Let's go to Maldraxxus!

The Black Wolf God can send you directly there, to the House of Rites, where you can seize the honorable title of Marquis Sindani and become the lieutenant of the Lord of Arms, who has been missing for a long time. This means you can make Maldraxxus your own power through a conquest.

By then, the 'mastermind' of the Death Realm will take the initiative to find you."

Diakum exhorted with the voice of the spirit:

"Although Emperor Denathrius, ruler of Death Penalty, is generous, he possesses one of the most cunning minds in the universe. You may not be able to outmaneuver him, so it is safer to establish yourself as king. Once you have seized the throne, contact us through liches like Farondis and Meri who remain in the mortal world."

"Hmm, a very clear plan. It's obvious that it's not something you came up with on the spur of the moment. You're really always planning to defy fate."

Medivh nodded, accepting the suggestion.

When the Black Wolf God reappeared and prepared to lead the way for him, Medivh tidied up his spirit's appearance and bowed deeply to Diakum very formally.

他 说:

"I'm sorry. My wrongdoings have harmed your world and the lives of all Draenor. I will do my utmost to make amends for this throughout my life. Thank you for giving me this opportunity to atone, Vigilant.

If I am fortunate enough to return from the world of death, I will stay in Draenor for the rest of my endless years, regard it as a prison of my own, and devote all my strength to the prosperity and survival of that world.

I dare not ask for your forgiveness, this is the only promise I can make."

"If you truly feel sorry, prove it with your actions."

Dick drew the triangular holy emblem of the Eredar Holy Light doctrine on his chest and said:
"I wish you a safe journey in the kingdom of death. May the Holy Light bless your soul, Redeemer."

(End of this chapter)