Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 194: 17. Broken! Let Yrel learn the ways to use mana from Lightforge

Maraad's calmness and composure were enough to reassure Dick. Moreover, his great-uncle, after being Lightforged, had powerful combat power and his own "Light-exclusive weapon: the Naaru Hammer blessed by Kara" with him. With the support of Nobundo who was carrying the Crystal Tower of Karabor, it would not be too difficult for the two of them to move around in the Silithus area.

As long as they don't rush into the Beetle Wall to fight the Twin Emperors, that place will be a slightly challenging "Azeroth Newbie Map" for this classic duo of brothers.

When their main quest, "Hunting the Dreadlord," was revealed, Maraad had his hands full.

The Nathrezim "Sorennor the Slayer" is powerful and extremely good at hiding. It is said that he was stranded in Azeroth during the War of the Ancients and hid in this world that is not friendly to demons for 10,000 years. He can be called the "super pangolin" in the Burning Legion.

It is not difficult for Maraad and Nobundo to defeat it with the help of the Elven Quicksand Guardians. The difficult part is how to find it and trap it.

This is perfect for Maraad to familiarize himself with the Lightforged's special attacks against demons and their set of characteristics.

After giving a few instructions, Diakum cut off contact with his great uncle's voters and decided to take another look at Irel.

Just as Maraad worried about his lieutenant getting into trouble, Dick was a little worried that Yrel's fanatical mind would cause her trouble in this new world of Azeroth.

So, taking advantage of this unique crack, Diakum turned to Irel's side.

The same picture as before floated up, allowing the sentinel to see the current situation of the Lightforged Little Hoof, and then he was dumbfounded.

Yrel was protecting a group of ragged "Niger elves" rushing out of the outer city of Suramar. A large group of Suramar Honest Guards were chasing them, and even the "Centaur" type arcane gundam was activated.

This thing is the most powerful of all the magical constructs in Azeroth!

Their physical and magical defense and physical and magical attacks are maximized, their four legs make them extremely fast, and they can burst out at critical moments. The powerful magic inherited from the ancient elven empire has added simple "magical intelligence" to these arcane puppets.

Compared with these centaur-shaped arcane golems, the golems currently made by humans are at least three generations behind in terms of gold content.

But the problem is, these elite constructs usually only patrol within the city of Suramar, and they will only be activated when those crazy "drug-addled women" can't deal with the invaders. Now that Yrel is clearly operating on the outskirts of the city, how could he provoke such an exaggerated pursuit?
Hey!
What on earth have you been doing in Suramar these days?
Or maybe Maraad was worried that you'd get into trouble. Luckily, I was able to contact you in Karazhan. Otherwise, with the intensity of the pursuit today, you wouldn't be able to escape even if you had ten wings.

Diakum sighed, observed carefully from a third-party perspective, and then discovered in despair that the one leading the Suramar Honest Guards to hunt down Yrel was none other than the Spell Swordsman General under the command of Grand Magister Elisande.

The arcane swordmaster Aluriel, nicknamed "Extinction of Life".

Although the Grand Magister would not have to do it himself, the combat power of a "millennium veteran swordsman" like Aluriel was obviously not something that the current Lightforged little hoof could match.

"Don't leave the city! Follow the main boulevard towards Yuejun Manor. Do you know where that place is?"

The watchman gave a warning.

This startled Yrel, who was fighting with several Nightborne swordsmen riding magic-saber panthers, but she then realized that it was a powerful saint speaking.

The sturdy Lightforged Warrior relied on the super defense granted by the Immovable Seal to withstand the attack of the Demon Swordsman, swung the Holy Blade and knocked down the Children of the Night one by one, then protected the civilians and quickly turned to rush towards the Moon County Manor.

She rode her light-forged war sheep, carrying a few nightborne little girls onto the saddle and ran away, while responding in her mind:

"Saint! How did you find me suddenly?"

"Just consider it a mercy from the Holy Light. If I can't find you again, I'm afraid you'll start a 'great uprising' in Suramar City."

Diakum sighed and asked:
"Tell me, what happened? Even if you were teleported to Suramar by Leilan's mistake, there shouldn't be such a commotion in just a few days, right? Why did you take these Nightborne civilians away? Where do you plan to take them?"

"These are local rebels! They are not civilians."

Yrel explained:

"That evil Grand Magister has been reducing the supply of mana wine in Suramar in order to force these poor people who are dissatisfied with her rule to obey. That madman has gone to great lengths to compete for power with the Governor of Nar'thalas, Tortheldrin!

I didn't come here just to save people.

It was Governor Tosedrin who hired us to bring out the rebels he was secretly supporting.

The war between Nar'thalas and Suramar is already underway, and perhaps soon the entire Broken Isles will be at war."

"and many more!"

Diakum was stunned for a moment, then asked:
"So, while Azshara is still alive, her loyal subjects have begun fighting among themselves? Isn't it said that the powerful Highborne hero Varo'then is still here?"

"Ah, that General Varo'then doesn't participate in the politics of the Highborne. He is devoted to guarding the Shadowwell and protecting his queen. It is said that the brave General Varo'then will only lead his troops into battle when the Vrykul of Stormheim attack.

He usually stays in the Nighthold, and it is said that he hone his supreme martial arts under the Queen's glory.

That was his only recreation, a man of twisted loyalty."

Yrel replied:

"According to the information Leilan obtained from the locals, after the Broken Isles appeared ten thousand years ago, the Highborne loyal to Queen Azshara reserved two core areas of rule for her: Azsuna and Suramar. These were governed by Tortheldrin and Elisande respectively.
But the two men did not get along.

Their open and secret struggles lasted for a full ten thousand years. Elisande was obviously inferior to Governor Tottedrin in the art of ruling. Now, except for the city of Suramar, all the remaining territories were basically ruled by the Governor. However, because Azshara was sleeping in Suramar, the Governor could not directly attack the city and could only resort to siege.

Now the cities under Elisande's command are full of rebels who have been instigated. The Grand Magister has reached the point of desperation.

But she is not without advantages.

It is said that she has a magical tree in her hand, which bears fruit every once in a while. Eating those fruits can help people get rid of their "magic addiction", so Elisande used this method to gather a large group of loyal fans.

Her elite forces are much stronger than those of Governor Totsedrin."

"What?"

Diakum was completely confused. He was silent for a long time and said:
"So, the Arcandor, the sacred tree, has also become Elisande's political weapon. This is really surprising, but I am curious, with the sacred tree in hand, why are there so many nightborne infected with magic addiction in the city?
Are the Highborne in Tortheldrin also like this?"

"No, they're better off, they have white skin. The dark skin elves in Suramar are said to have mutated because they have been absorbing the magic of the Nightwell for many years.

The concentration of magic in this city is astonishing. I feel like I am soaking in a sea of magic. Living in this environment for a long time, these children of the night have an astonishing addiction to magic.

It would be difficult for them to survive in the 'low-magic' environment outside after they leave here, and they would become dangerous withered mages. Before, when Lelan went out, she was almost surrounded and eaten by those monsters. Fortunately, she is very powerful now.

One Arcane Rend will take out those freaks instantly."

Irel led the civilians into the Moonshire Manor, and under Diakum's instructions, he found Lady Lilith Moonshire, who was planning the banquet. After a simple reconciliation, he found that this treacherous lady was also an "ally" of Governor Tosedrin.

So the escape was temporarily stopped here.

After Irel put on the magical Nightborne magic mask and transformed into the Nege elf, and swaggered out of the city under the noses of a group of pursuers, her contact with Diakum was re-established.

During these few dozen minutes, Dick also took the time to sort out his messy thoughts. He analyzed the situation on the side of the upper elves. When Yrel rushed to her and Lelan's "safe house", the Vigilant asked:
"What was the reason for Tortheldrin's conquest of Suramar? Was it really just pure politics? This seems strange to me. Have you met the governor?"

"no!"

Yrel said:

"We were hired by the Governor and his subordinates were responsible for contacting us. A great wizard named Mordant Evershadow is Governor Torsedrin's trusted courtier. He is responsible for supporting and commanding the resistance forces in Suramar City. But Leilan also said that there might be something wrong with this matter.

She said that, given the strength of the Highborne's mana addiction she had observed, the elves under the Governor's command wouldn't have been so healthy without the Nightwell's constant supply of manabrew. And according to intelligence, Suramar stopped supplying manabrew to Azsuna over three thousand years before the conflict escalated.

So Lelan suspected that Governor Tortheldrin might have received some kind of help from outsiders, but we couldn't go to Azsuna right now, so we couldn't find any evidence, and the politics of these elves were too complicated.
You have no idea how outrageous pointy ears are!
Although the Highborne now only have three factions: Azsuna, Suramar, and the Queen's Loyalists, I heard that there are more than a dozen internal factions of varying sizes in Azsuna alone, and the number of factions within the city of Suramar is no less numerous.

I really don't know where they get all the intrigue from all day long. After absorbing enough mana, they basically do nothing but plot against their own people all day long."

"interesting."

Dick narrowed his eyes.

He had a vague guess in his mind, but time was limited and it was not the time to talk about it.

Then, Diakum reminded Irel:

"I'm going to the Broken Shore soon. Do you know that place?"

"I know! You can see that side directly from the Suramar Coast. It's a desolate wasteland with nothing but ruins. It's said that it was the ancient battlefield of the War of the Ancients. Some high elves, after drinking too much magic wine, would run there and cry, mourning their dead friends and their lost glorious empire.

They are all so hypocritical."

Yrel clearly despised the weak habits of the local elves, but after hearing that the saint was coming here, she said:

"Do you want Leland and I to meet you there?"

"It's just you. You and Lelan will set out for the northern area of Broken Shore in three days. There you will look for a human mage named Aegwynn, who is my friend. You will help her open an ancient ruin there.

That ruin contains an artifact that will allow us to return to Draenor."

Diakum reminded:
"When the time comes, have Lelan get the specific teleportation coordinates from Aegwynn and have her teleport to the northern border of the Eastern Continent as quickly as possible. Find Eredars in the Tirisfal region, where my Ashbringer also landed.

I'm worried that someone might accidentally touch the sword and cause some trouble on a religious level.

Recover the Holy Blade as soon as possible!

Then join me in Stormwind Kingdom."

"Yes, Saint!"

Yrel nodded, taking note of the order, but then she added:
"Things about Suramar City."

"That is the corrupt internal affairs of the Highborne, and has nothing to do with us."

Dick said:
"What? Did seeing the plight of the Nightborne civilians inspire your Heart of Light?"

"Yes, my Holy Light morality prevents me from turning a blind eye to the plight of these dark-skinned elves. Their cities are magnificent and their history is glorious, but they are now struggling in a quagmire. This makes me, a wanderer in Argus, feel a little empathetic.

Although our situation is much better than theirs.”

Yrel sighed and said:

"The nobles of this city were able to rely on the fruit of the sacred tree to ward off disasters, while those white-skinned nobles indulged in extravagance and debauchery, enslaving their own people to serve them, and even withholding the magic wine they depended on for survival!

But even the slave owners of Highmaul knew that they had to feed their slaves to keep them working. These nightborne were even worse than ogres.

In the past few days, I have witnessed with my own eyes many Nightborne who were shivering and losing their minds in the streets because they did not have that sip of magic wine, and were thrown out of the city by the cold-blooded city guards to become Withered. The officers of Elisande thought this was a good thing, and that those Withered could help them resist the attack of Tortheldrin.

This is crazy!

No righteous person would remain indifferent to this scene. I hope to help them. In fact, I already have a plan! I can help them solve the problem of magic addiction.

Not with that damn fruit, but with all
If I could lightforge these nightborne

"Stop! You're thinking about something dangerous. One more step forward and you'll be in the abyss."

Dick cried:
"Don't use the sacred Lightforge in such a strange place. Besides, you can't serve as a Holy Light Node to provide Lightforge power to others. Wait! Looking at your terrible expression, have you tried?"

"Yes, I tried, Saint."

Yrel lowered his head and whispered like a child who had made an error:

"I thought about it. Although I myself cannot serve as a Holy Light node, my Ashbringer Blade uses the crystal fragments of Her Majesty the Kara, which can also be considered a Holy Light artifact. When a Nightborne who I rescued was about to transform into a Withered Mage, with the help of Lelan, I tried to Lightforge him.

The result is not successful, but it doesn't seem to fail either.
The Nightborne named 'Runas' did not become a Lightforged, but his addiction to magic was indeed changed."

"Let me guess."

Diakum said coldly:
"Lord Runas, who always boasted of his 'will as strong as steel,' previously absorbed magical power, but now craves holy light, right? His addiction to magic is indeed gone, but he's become addicted to light!"

"Uh, yes."

Yrel lowered her head even lower and whispered:
"He would scream from the heat from absorbing too much Holy Light, but he couldn't control himself. It was a truly bizarre scene, even more cult than Eredar's torture at Skyreach. But at least he didn't become a withered mage; he saved his soul.

I think the Holy Light will forgive my small mistake."

"You don't call this healing! Yrel, you've simply replaced the Nightborne's incurable addiction to magic with another addiction, which is essentially their alienated energy affinity and desire for pure energy.

Addiction is not as simple as you think! "

Diakum was furious at Yrel's recklessness, but he ultimately shook his head and asked:

"How many 'Light Addiction' elves have you created?"

"Uh, just one!"

"Honestly! A believer in Holy Light who lies will have to swallow a thousand Heavenly Diamond Needles!"

"Well, those guys I rescued from the brink of withering magic all accepted this transformation, but I can swear to the Holy Light that I did not force them! They all volunteered to survive."

"So how many are there?"

"Uh, about 200?"

"Hmm? I'll give you one last chance to confess! Yrel, the Light is watching you!"

"I repent, Saint!

Now the safe house of Leilan and I is full of light-addicted elves, and I don't know which wicked person spread this "self-help method" to the city. Now every day, the children of the night who can't survive come to us on their own initiative.

They just want to survive, and there are many nightborne children, and my Heart of Light makes it impossible for me to refuse to help them."

"By the Light! You didn't Lightforge all of Draenor, but you created a new 'elf variant' out of thin air! And you did it all in less than seven days. You are truly amazing, Yrel. We are truly blessed to have such a treasure like you!"

(End of this chapter)