Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 197 20. At this time, a handsome biologist passing by the Red Ridge Mountains had a flash of inspiration

Lieutenant Windsor had certainly heard of the Prestor family.

Although he was not of noble birth, he had heard General Gavinrad brag about the "thousand-year-old wealthy families" in the northern border in his spare time. Compared with those formal noble families of old Stromgarde and the banners of Arathor, even the most noble royal family of Wrynn in Stormwind Kingdom had just escaped from the ranks of "peasants".

After all, the ancestors of the Wrynn family did not follow Emperor Arathor to fight the Amani trolls.

The Prestor family is one of those old nobles with a long history. The reason why this family is famous in the Storm Kingdom is mainly because of its particularly "legendary" experience. It is said that before this generation, Prestor was just an unknown lower-class noble surname, but a few years ago, Lord Daval appeared and brought it into the upper class.

Lord Davar was very famous in the upper class of the Northern Frontier. Not only did he serve as a royal adviser to Lordaeron, the most powerful human kingdom, but he also had great agility in manipulating the networks of other royal families.

He always responds to requests.

As long as you can become his disciple, there is nothing you can't do.

The most outrageous thing is that Lord Daval is already in his forties, but King Terenas still looks at him with a special eye and wants to marry his daughter to him.

Although the Kingdom of Lordaeron had no precedent for a queen, meaning the princess was essentially a tool for marriage alliances, the fact that King Terenas valued her so highly was a testament to Lord Daval's worth. After all, Lord Daval's daughters were older than Princess Calia.

This naturally made the legendary lord an idol for most men in human society.

"Are you Lord Daval Prestor?"

The lieutenant was dumbfounded.

He looked at the man in front of him who looked like a big shot as he dripped potions on Sir Lothar and young Keeshan to help them eliminate the corrosive venom. He also poured healing potions into their mouths regardless of the blood stains. He then looked up at the emblem on the carriage behind him.

It's a pity that a single soldier really couldn't understand this noble thing.

He stammered:
"Aren't you in the Northern Frontier? How did you suddenly appear in the Red Ridge Mountains?"

"I was invited by Lord Medivh to attend the banquet he held this month, and to help prepare for Archbishop Alonsus Faol's visit to Stormwind Kingdom. As everyone knows, the Prestor family has always been committed to serving the welfare of mankind.

Our family are all devout believers in the Holy Light."

The very graceful lord drew a symbol of faith on his chest, smiled heartily, and signaled the lieutenant to help carry the two injured people to his carriage.

His daughter, with her face covered by a veil, took out a very delicate medical box and handed it to the soldier next to her who didn't know where to put his hands, and asked them to go to the carriage to change clothes for the two injured people.

"I once met Sir Lothar at a banquet. Fortunately, Karazhan Tower suddenly closed its doors to visitors, allowing my daughter and I to return by car and encounter today's crisis."

Lord Daval stared solemnly at the direction where the dragon flew away in the distance in the darkness. He whispered:
"Where did these guys come from? Why haven't I heard of such ferocious creatures in Stormwind Kingdom before? Is that green dragon related to the legend of the dragon in the Black Swamp?"

"Those are green-skinned orcs!"

Lieutenant Windsor briefly informed this seemingly respectable figure of recent events. Lord Daval listened attentively and took out his notebook to write down some important information.

After the lieutenant finished speaking, he nodded and said:
"As for the orcs alone, I think the warriors of Stormwind Kingdom can still resist them. But if those invaders can control dragons, that's a completely different story. It seems that the southern border of human civilization is about to enter a period of trouble."

"Father, the injuries of Sir Lothar and the young warrior are serious. The dragon's breath carries some kind of mental curse. They must receive professional treatment immediately."

The veiled Miss Katerina Prestor stepped forward and whispered to her father and the lieutenant:
"The local doctors in Redridge Mountains may not be able to handle such a problem. How about we use the teleportation scrolls we carry with us to send them back to Stormwind City?"

The lord pondered for a moment, looked towards Karazhan, shook his head and said:
"Why go so far? I heard that Lord Medivh, the master of Karazhan, and Sir Lothar are sworn brothers. He will definitely not sit idly by and watch his brothers suffer like this. Lieutenant, this carriage is for you!"
Escort Sir Lothar and the young champion to Karazhan for healing as soon as possible."

Lieutenant Windsor did not refuse. The situation was urgent and it was rare to meet such a kind person, so he did not refuse. He assigned a rider to take over the carriage and said:
"I'll leave a few warriors behind to escort you two to Lakeside Town for a while to rest. When Marshal Lothar wakes up, I'm sure he'll thank you in person."

"No need. All of you must escort Sir Lothar to Karazhan. The greenskin orcs are so fierce, there might be ambushes along the way. It's a pity that I am not good at martial arts, otherwise I would personally escort the marshal out of danger."

Lord Daval waved his hand and said:

"Warriors, don't worry about me and my daughter. We have teleportation scrolls that can take us directly to Stormwind City or back to the Northern Frontier. Go ahead and be careful on the road."

"Thank you very much, I will never forget your kindness today!"

The loyal warriors can no longer delay.

They retrieved their escaped warhorses, and those without horses climbed onto the carriages, escorting the wounded in a mighty procession to Karazhan.

Fortunately, this place is not far from the Headwind Trail, and fortunately, the carriages used by the old nobles in the northern border are wide and strong enough, otherwise they would not be able to withstand this transportation mode like the Barat train.

After watching the soldiers leave, Miss Katarina Presto stepped forward and whispered:

"Father, you knew that a dangerous battle had broken out in Karazhan, involving four demigods of the five Force elements, and that their target was most likely the Celestial Mage Medivh. Why did you still let these insects escort Lothar there?
If we send Lothar back to Stormwind directly, wouldn't we be able to forge a friendship with the stubborn and arrogant royal family of Wrynn?

By then, the tribe members will be able to integrate into Stormwind City's upper class circles."

"Today's assistance has forged a necessary bond. There's no need to create unnecessary complications. I say they're important in a different sense, but ultimately, they're just a bunch of bugs, a disguise we use to cover ourselves up.

I see things clearly, and I naturally appreciate useful tools."

Lord Daval glanced at the blood on his fingers, wiped it off with a handkerchief, and said casually:

"But you and your brother were rather immersed in the 'game' with these bugs. However, this time, you were drawn here to check out the teleportation a few days ago, and you actually found something unexpected.

Greenskins, another world, and that evil dragon just now.

Do you recognize it, daughter?

"Lord Lethon, the former war vanguard of the Emerald Legion, was a formidable dream guardian. Before his fall, he was deeply trusted by the Sleeper Ysera. Before the gathering of the Aspect Dragons during the War of the Ancients, he embraced the fel energy with the Dream Prince Eranikus.

The cause of the fall is unknown."

Miss Katarina reported the information of the demon dragon in detail. She blinked, and the black pupils under her veil transformed into a yellow snake with a hint of black. She said:
"I haven't seen this guy in ages. He's actually mixed up with a bunch of green beasts. How depraved! But he's technically a member of the Burning Legion, yet he appears with orcs and allows warlocks to ride him.

Does this mean these greenskins are related to demons?"

"It doesn't matter where it comes from, daughter. Your vision is still a little lacking."

Lord Daval waved his hand and said:

"The question is what Lethon and his pet warlock are looking for in Redridge Mountains. Haha, it's likely what they're looking for is the same thing we've been trying to get all these years.

The artifact that was once mine, hidden by the red dragons in Redridge Mountains.

Dragon Soul!

Well, things are getting interesting, daughter. I should really thank those demigods for stopping Medivh's boring party so that we can see something so interesting tonight."

"It's seeking the Dragon Soul for its demonic master? How arrogant!"

Lord Daval's daughter shouted:
"That is a treasure that belongs only to the Black Dragon Legion! Father, since the greenskins are going to attack Stormwind Kingdom, why don't we lend them a hand? When the time comes, when Redridge Mountain falls into the hands of the greenskins, we can take back the artifact!"

Never let your treasure fall into the hands of evil."

"madness!"

The middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes scolded, causing his daughter to shrink her neck immediately. It was obvious that he was very dissatisfied with his daughter's brain. But then he sighed and said helplessly:
"It's just a divine weapon, what do you want to do with it so badly?
Will it bring us the siege of those 'relatives' who want to strangle every one of us?
We have been a part of human society for many years, with so many loyal servants helping us. Our tentacles are everywhere, and our ears are everywhere. This disguise and the value of the entire system are far more precious than a single artifact that could cause trouble.

Most importantly, is it a bad thing for it to fall into the hands of greenskins?

Use your violent brain to think about it, what will the greenskins do with it after they get it? No matter who they control with the Dragon Soul, it is not a bad thing for us.

Ugh.
We are clearly embracing the void, so why can't the truth and wisdom of the Lightless Sea enter your minds?
Learn more from your brother!
Nefarian's mind is his greatest weapon."

The Black Dragon Princess was displeased at being scolded, but she didn't dare to retort. She quietly waited for her father's instructions. After a moment of silent thought, Lord Daval let out a low laugh and said:
"You should go to Stormwind. Since you want to integrate into the upper class of House Wrynn so much, then stay here and expand the shadowy living area for your people in the name of House Prestor. By the way, we should fulfill our duties in public and prepare for Archbishop Alonsus Faol's tour and preaching.

With the favor of rescuing Lothar, you will become a guest of honor of King Llane.

But use your mind control spells with caution.

Keep a low profile, this is Medivh's territory, and your level of skill is no match for the Celestial Mage."

"What about you?"

Hearing that her father had given her the freedom to move freely, Miss Catalina was visibly happy.

She actually didn't care where she went. Even if she was exiled to the wilderness, as long as she could get away from her gloomy father, she would be happy and relaxed.

But she still asked hypocritically:

"If I'm not by your side, who will take care of your daily life?"

"My life will be more comfortable without you acting stupid in front of me!"

Lord Daval said coldly:

"Go ahead. You can leave me and move freely. The joy in your eyes can't be hidden from a kobold. Go and have fun, but don't cause unnecessary trouble. Don't wait until your head is hanging on the gate of Stormwind. It will be too late to regret it then."

"As you command, Father."

Catalina knew that her father was urging her to leave, and he must be going to do some conspiracy of his own. She didn't dare to ask more questions, turned around, cast a spell, and disappeared in this remote corner of the Redridge Mountains.

Lord Davar stepped forward.

His movement trajectory was very strange. He took a normal step, but it was like a flash that he crossed hundreds of meters and sent himself to the pile of orc corpses. This was obviously the privilege of the "Guardian of the Earth" in the world of Azeroth.

After observing carefully for a moment, the gloomy lord's flesh and blood changed rapidly, and the style of his clothes also changed rapidly. He soon turned himself into a lifelike green-skinned orc, and picked up several weapons from the battlefield.

Finally, he cut off a human head corroded by venom and hung it on his waist. He ran out a few steps and called out a few times in the same orc voice.

A fleeing wolf looked at him in confusion. When their eyes met, the wolf froze for a moment and then ran over obediently, carrying its driver and rushing towards the Black Swamp.

The dragon Lord Lethon and his warlock pet want to find the Dragon Soul, and he needs to confirm what they plan to do with the artifact.

If he could take advantage of their plan, then perhaps he could take advantage of the sudden orc invasion to overthrow his ancient and troublesome brothers and sisters in one wave.

Ugh!
That is, the explosion of the Well of Eternity in the War of the Ancients tore the world apart, and the spread of the power of the Star Soul caused the Dragon Islands to hide in the mist of the world. Even his power as the guardian of the earth was interfered with, and he could not find his way home.

Otherwise, with the power of the void artifact that he hid in the underground palace of Abelus in the Dragon Islands, this tragic world would have long since returned to the shadow of the Lightless Sea.

The dark heart that can destroy the Titan's divine power and all restrictions, and lead the star soul into the void.
Even the Dragon Soul is just a semi-finished imitation of it.

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"Uh"

Lothar felt that he was dying.

The last image before he fell into coma was the brave Keeshan throwing himself off his horse, and in the dark sky a ferocious dragon spewing black and green venom at him.

That's a dragon!

When he was young, he had the good fortune to see a giant red dragon soaring in the sky in the snow-capped mountains of Dun Morogh, the hometown of the dwarves. At that time, the dwarf ranger told him that there was a red dragon's lair in the mountains deep in the wetlands.

It is said that it is the sacred place of dragons. No one dares to approach those ancient mountains. Even the most crazy Dark Iron Dwarves in the War of the Three Hammers did not dare to bring the flames of war to those mysterious valleys.

But the dwarves also said that red dragons are gentle dragons. As long as they are not provoked, red dragons will never kill or destroy villages.

But the dragon he saw today was different.

I saw clearly that there was a ferocious green-skinned creature standing on the saddle behind the dragon!

Greenskins can ride dragons!
The foreign saints did not deceive them. These violent alien invaders were more terrifying than they had imagined. The Storm Kingdom alone could not stop them!
It is necessary to seek help from the northern border, or even from the high elves of Quel'Thalas.

But Lothar then said that he seemed not to be awake. He opened his eyes blankly and found himself in a strange green wilderness, surrounded by green grass and dense forests. This was definitely not the Eastern Continent.

There is no such pristine scenery on this continent.

He stood up doubtfully, suspecting that he might have entered the "spiritual world" described by Medivh. However, his sworn brother also said that it was impossible for ordinary people to create a spiritual world of this scale. It could only be the mysterious and great power hidden in this world.

Lothar stepped into the forest ahead with doubt and awe. After passing the trees, he saw the creature sleeping in the forest.

The commander of Stormwind held his breath at this moment.

A giant wolf!
A giant wolf, pure white without a single stray hair, was lying in the forest in front of him and sleeping. The silver moonlight shone down from the sky, as if covering it with a layer of silver gauze.

But although this giant wolf is in a very sacred environment, it itself has no sense of sacredness at all.

When he saw it, Lothar's mind was filled with memories of his life of war, from his first battle with the murlocs when he was young, to when he climbed the city wall to fight against the gnolls when he was a teenager, to when he and his two good brothers ventured to provoke the Gurubashi trolls, which resulted in the tragedy of the troll siege.

Every battle, every fight, every bloodshed, every death.

These memories related to the dispute echoed uncontrollably in front of Lothar's eyes, causing him to cover his forehead and cry out in pain. When he raised his head again, he saw the blood-red eyes of the giant wolf.

It stared at him.

It examined him.

"It's not the right time yet."

Lothar heard this ancient voice, and it said:
"You are not ready yet, you haven't made up your mind yet. Go back and continue to temper yourself in the flames of war."

"Ok?"

Lothar wanted to ask, but he opened his eyes in a hurry. What he saw was a face with yellow skin, black hair and black pupils. He heard the person in front of him ask him seriously:

"Anduin Lothar, who did you just see?"

(End of this chapter)