Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 198 21. Lothar, do you want a wife? Marry a wife and give the empire
It was already the morning of the next day when Lothar was sent to Karazhan. He arrived by chance and happened to meet Garona who had gotten up early for a walk. The latter recognized Lieutenant Windsor. After hearing that the Storm Kingdom military commander in the carriage was attacked by a dragon, she immediately sent him to her grandfather.

Even Old Velen and Ishana praised Diakum's healing skills, and Lothar's injury was no problem for him.

It was just ordinary green dragon poison with fel corrosion. It had been treated with expensive potions before. The injury would not worsen and the toxin had not entered the internal organs. It only needed to be treated with cleansing and dispelling spells, and then the healing prayer should be recited continuously to allow the scars where the rotten flesh had been cleaned to grow back.

But Lothar never woke up.

The young man next to him, who was more seriously injured than him, woke up, but Lothar was still in a coma. This made the Sentinel realize that something was wrong. He was very confident in his medical skills as the Archon of Light.

Since there is nothing wrong with the body, then the problem must be with the mind.

There happened to be three demigods in Karazhan, and Lothar's identity was indeed special, so Diakum simply held an "expert consultation".

While the "attending physicians" were talking, Losa opened his eyes. When Diakum asked the question, he subconsciously answered:
"A wolf! A giant white wolf. It said I wasn't ready yet and told me to continue the trial by fire. What a lunatic! This is the first time I've seen one."

"Well, considering the severity of that lord's selection of 'divinely chosen', you are indeed a little short of the mark right now."

The Sentinel shrugged, cast a mental prayer on Lothar to help him recover faster, and turned to the others and said:
"Look, Goldrinn, the Rebellious Moon, reacted much faster than we thought. The war between him and Lycanthoth probably began when the greenskins entered this world. But the problem is that the Black Wolf God had already established his chosen one, Grom Hellscream, in Draenor."

"Is that Grom very powerful?"

Farondis asked curiously:
"If Lycanthoth wanted to start a demigod battle with Goldrinn, he would definitely choose the most courageous orc. Have you ever dealt with Hellscream?"

"It's a very impressive name."

Old Merry made a sharp comment.

Diakum thought for a moment and gave a fair assessment:
"I think it's pretty ordinary. He struck me with his axe thirty-seven times, leaving me with a scar. I killed him instantly with one sword strike, burning half of his soul in the process. I guess he hasn't woken up yet."

"That doesn't look powerful."

Because Diakum was in human form and was currently weakened after his massive outburst, Lothar realized he was only a borderline Legend. He got out of the hospital bed and commented:

"If the bravest orcs are only this good."

"That's enough, human!"

Garona couldn't stand it any longer, and the Orc Assassin sarcastically said:
"Grom only needs two axes to kill you at your level. The first axe will kill you, and the second axe will chop off your head. If you maintain your current mentality, then one axe will solve the problem.

Our Saint just repelled the fragment of the Dark Titan's will. He certainly has the right to say that Grom is weak, but you don't."

"Currently, there's no warrior in the human kingdom who can defeat him. Humans are far less talented than orcs in controlling their anger, and their physical fitness is also somewhat inferior. But this isn't the main problem. Human racial talent hasn't been fully tapped."

Dick nodded and said:
"It's hard to say if it were a mage, but even a demigod lich like Old Merry would have difficulty handling Grom's sudden attack if he got close. When that madman's rage burned to the extreme, the destructive power of each blow could surpass the limits of his life form. From a mortal's perspective, his combat power is truly outrageous.

The Black Wolf God deserves to choose him as the Chosen One.

But the most outrageous thing about the orcs is that they have several warriors who can rival Grom Hellscream, and even more if you count those with potential."

The Sentinel looked at Lothar, who was frowning, and warned him seriously:
"So when you encounter orcs, try not to fight them one-on-one. Play to your strengths. Also, my name is Diakum Zastins. You should have heard of my name from General Gavinrad, Sir Lothar."

"Are you the alien saint who warned us of the invasion?"

Lothar looked at Diakam's "human form" in surprise and said apologetically:
"I'm sorry, your transformation technique is so powerful that I didn't realize your identity for a moment. I thought you were a member of the Prestor family."

"It's not your fault. I did this because I didn't want to attract attention."

Diakum took off the transformation brooch and restored himself to a 4.5-meter-tall half-giant form. Lothar had to raise his head high to see the face of the alien saint, and the sentinel had to lower his head to talk to him.

To be honest, this kind of "truly condescending" conversation made both of them very uncomfortable.

Especially Sir Lothar, he felt as if he had turned into a dwarf at that moment.

"You'd better use your magical powers. I was presumptuous."

Lothar laughed helplessly, thinking that Gavinrad, that bastard, really wasn't exaggerating at all. When he left Stormwind, he even complained to Llane, "How could a decent person in this world grow to be over four meters tall?"
This shows that the half-giant saint is definitely not serious.

But it turned out that I was still too young.

"Marshal, you finally woke up!"

The loyal warrior guarding the door heard Sir Lothar's voice and looked out. After seeing that the marshal could walk on his own, Lieutenant Windsor was overjoyed. He rushed in and repeated what had happened to the marshal and several others.

Everyone had different expressions.

Lothar was worried that the orcs could control the dragons, while old Merry was puzzled as to why the guardian dragon, which was clearly a corrupted one according to the description of Lothar and the lieutenant, would appear in the orc camp?
When he heard that Lothar was rescued by Lord Daval Prestor who was "passing by" the Redridge Mountains, Diak'um's eyes jumped violently.

OK!

It seems that the surprise attack on Medivh by him and the three demigods last night accidentally saved Deathwing's life!
If that guy really came to Medivh's banquet at this time, then the scene last night would have been changed to the Fallen Earth Guardian VS the human form of the Dark Titan.

It’s not that the Sentinels look down on the combat effectiveness of the super villain Deathwing, but judging from the destructive power displayed by Sargeras’ human form last night, Deathwing, a Void lackey who is considered a “must-kill” in Sargeras’ eyes, will most likely die here early.

With Mr. Sa's violent temper, he would rather sacrifice Medivh's body than not destroy the "big trouble" left by his incompetent brothers and sisters.

No wonder those Void Lords were so generous in rewarding me after my victory. After all this time, there was such a thing going on. I actually accidentally preserved the first pair of red sticks that the Void camp had spent so much effort to recruit in Azeroth?

As for why Deathwing came here at this time, it is not difficult to guess.

The noise caused by the opening of the Dark Portal was too loud for a guy like Deathwing, who possessed the authority of "Guardian of the Earth", to fail to feel it. The authority bestowed by the Titans on the guardian dragons was directly connected to the world itself.

In a sense, the fallen black dragon king is indeed the embodiment of the magnificent land of Azeroth.

In the official history, it was also attracted by the movement of the Dark Portal, which led to the incident where Deathwing roamed Draenor and was forced to escape in embarrassment after Khadgar and the "Dragon Slayer" Gruul used "unlocking magic" to remove his adamantine armor.

Speaking of which, Deathwing seems to be born in conflict with "Dalaran". The two biggest setbacks it has suffered since its fall were both caused by the mages of Dalaran.

But this secret cannot be made public for the time being.

Diak'um, who was well aware of the direction of fate, knew that once Deathwing's true identity was revealed, the human kingdoms would have no chance of uniting. The fact that the broken land of the Northern Frontier could hold out for thirty minutes against the wrath of the fallen Earth Guardian was thanks to the ghost of Emperor Thoradin.

"Storm Kingdom can't withstand the Greenskins! It's not that I'm pessimistic. Their individual strength is already exaggerated. Now they have the protection of the Wolf God and the help of the Dragon. This is simply not a crisis that a human kingdom can handle in a hurry."

After Marshal Lothar learned the identities of the three people in front of him, he immediately realized that this was a good opportunity to ask for help.

He said to the three people with a serious expression:

"I hope Lord Merry can persuade Dalaran to send battle mages to assist us. Without the power of spellcasters, Stormwind City will not be able to withstand the dragon's invasion. As for His Majesty Farondis."

"I am just an ordinary 'Phoenix Guardian' now. Don't use such an exaggerated description, Lothar of Stromgarde."

Farondis waved his hand modestly and said:

"Since my life was about to end three thousand years ago, I have relinquished those worldly titles and powers. I know what you want to say. I was there when your ancestor, Emperor Arathor, and my descendant, Anasterian, signed the mutual assistance agreement.

I wrote that contract with my own hands.

You are the only one left in human civilization today who is qualified to activate the Covenant of Watch. If you ask Quel'Thalas to fulfill its obligations to its ancient allies, then I will tell you that we will not breach the contract.

However."

The Great Lich shook his head and said:
"Although I am sure that there are loyal people in the kingdom who will definitely fulfill their promise to watch over the kingdom, you also know that the politics of the elves are very complicated, and the situation today is no longer as simple as it was three thousand years ago.

If you want Quel'Thalas to do its utmost to help humans overcome this invasion crisis, you should perhaps use the benefits to convince the Sun King's courtiers."

"Politics?"

Lothar sighed.

He was not good at these things. Perhaps Llane would be willing to go to Quel'Thalas as an envoy to ask for help, but the Archlich had said this, so Diakum simply made it clear for Lothar.

He coughed and said:
"Even if the fragmented human civilization survived the orc invasion, how would it cope with the subsequent threats? The dragon you saw was from the Burning Legion, a force that spreads destruction across the stars.

My distant hometown fell into the hands of the devil, and that was 25,000 years ago.

Not long ago, the demons launched a shameless attack on Draenor, my second hometown. It took all the races in the world to unite and barely repel one of their vanguards.

You must understand the current situation, Sir Lothar. I'm not preaching fear, but the fact is, the green orcs are merely the vanguard of the demonic invasion of this world. Defeat the greenskins doesn't mean you can rest easy; it simply means you've earned a ticket to face the demons head-on.

Perhaps, at this moment, you should be thinking about more than just how to help Stormwind survive the Greenskin Disaster. As a leader, you should have a longer-term vision."

"You two, Lothar is a warrior. Don't be so euphemistic. Based on my eight hundred years of experience, warriors generally prefer short, concise descriptions."

Aegwynn, leaning on the Staff of Aluneth, said to Lothar:
"I held you in my arms when you were little, ahem. Never mind. That's not the right opening line for me. I'll just be frank, Lothar. You and my son Medivh grew up together, and I consider you my junior.

There are some things they are not comfortable saying, so let me tell you.

You can no longer evade the responsibilities imposed by your blood!
You must take advantage of the orc invasion to rebuild the human empire! Starting from Stormwind, rebuild the Second Empire of Arathor! Only in this way can the long-divided human race survive the orc invasion and the subsequent demon invasion as a whole.

It will be difficult for you to accomplish this task, but fortunately, old Farondis has provided you with a 'shortcut'."

Aegwynn gave Lothar some time to think, and finally the old lich Merry finished the story. The lich looked at Lothar with a subtle expression of suppressing laughter. He tried to keep a straight face and said:
"Old Farondis was a rare elf with a prosperous family. He had five grandchildren, three of whom were married to prominent families. Now, there were two little granddaughters waiting to be married. The youngest, Lana'thel Theron Nar'thalas, was already engaged to Prince Kael'thas and would become the Queen of the Sun King in the future.

His fourth daughter, Daenerys von Thorbane Nar'thalas, is very arrogant and looks down on ordinary mortals. She likes to wield swords and guns, which is a knot in the old lich's heart. He is afraid that his little granddaughter will not be able to get married.

You are single, so...
Let’s get married.

You become the son-in-law of Quel'Thalas!
Becoming the Emperor of the Empire and becoming the brother-in-law of the next Sun King would restore the friendship between the two races 2,800 years ago. From then on, humans and elves would unite as one, and even merge into the same "continental empire" in the future. In fact, this has always been the wish of old Farondis.

He pessimistically believed that Quel'Thalas could not last long, and only by uniting with humans could the high elves' civilization be better passed on.

This will give the Sun King and his arrogant courtiers ample reason to send their rangers and mages to aid you in rebuilding the Second Empire of Arathor."

"what?"

Sir Lothar, who is 45 years old this year and has long decided not to marry, listened to the whole thing in confusion.

Khadgar and Lieutenant Windsor beside him were dumbfounded.

The four old men in front of him, whose combined age was over 40,000 years old, helped him arrange a marriage, and the marriage came with an empire as a dowry. This generous condition and the sufficient "salvation" premise allowed the marshal to convince himself.

Lieutenant Windsor was very excited when he heard this. If he was not Lothar himself, he would have agreed on behalf of his beloved marshal.

It’s best to get married and enter the bridal chamber tonight!
Tomorrow, the Farstriders and Phoenix Mages from Quel'Thalas will come to assist the Iron Horse Knights of Stormwind Kingdom in taking away the green-skinned orcs in one wave.

“This isn’t right!”

Lothar was a little confused.

He felt that perhaps his injury had not yet fully healed, and while rubbing his forehead, he said:

"Weren't we talking about asking for help? How did you suddenly turn to the topic of my life being wrong? There's something wrong! You four obviously discussed this."

As expected of a legendary warrior, his intuition is extremely sharp.

He stared at the four people in front of him, who were of different races, identities, and ages, and said:

"why?"

"Because of fate!"

Diakum whispered:
"After realizing that my sacrifices and dedication were not enough to shake the fate that had accumulated over countless years, I knew I needed to use a gentler and smarter way to fight fate. And you are the 'Hand of Fate' that I chose!"

“Because of unity!”

Aegwynn cried:

"My son sacrificed everything just to end the foolish division and infighting that had plagued humanity for nearly three thousand years. He knew he would be killed along the way, but he still started this event.

Lothar, you and Llane are the ones Medivh has chosen to succeed him in shaping the unity."

"Because of glory!"

Farondis shrugged and said in a gentle tone:
"I have witnessed the division of the human empire and the rise of numerous kingdoms. I have observed you for longer than you imagine, Anduin Lothar. Your self-exile and despair were not your own will.

Those powers have confused people's hearts and made the descendants of Arathor forget glory and unity.

I am his friend and partner, and it is my responsibility to help his descendants remember the glory of the past."

"Because of duty!"

Old Merry put his hand on Lothar's shoulder and warned him seriously:

"Except for you, no one else can bring together four of us, with different camps and interests, to complete this seemingly impossible negotiation. Only you, and only you, Anduin Lothar.

Your ancestors tried countless times, and I tried to help them at first, but then I realized that this is not something that just anyone can accomplish.

Now the time has come, you must shoulder your responsibilities. The suffering of Stormwind Kingdom is the beginning but not the end. If you continue to escape, your people will be the ones to bear the consequences.

They need a lion to lead them.

They need you!"

“You didn’t give me anything.”

Lothar's rebuttal was interrupted by old Merry before he could finish his rebuttal. This lich, who had once followed Emperor Thoradin to face the trolls, dedicated his life to the Arathor Empire, and was resurrected after his death to continue dedicating himself to the empire, said loudly:

"Don't say such stupid things!
choose?

That choice is left to ordinary people!
But you are not ordinary, and you cannot be satisfied with being ordinary.

Think about it.

I will return to the northern border, contact knowledgeable people, and prepare everything you need to rebuild your empire."

"I will return to Quel'Thalas this afternoon to discuss this with my granddaughter. If she has no objection, you will see her soon on the battlefield in Stormwind."

Old Farodis said:

"My granddaughter is not a lady from a wealthy family waiting for your protection. I hope you can behave properly when the time comes and not let her look down on you. Oh, by the way, my granddaughter is one-quarter Arathi.

She is a half-elf.

Her father was Thoras Trollbane's grandfather, and the current King of Stromgarde addresses her as 'little aunt,' so, in theory, she has a weak claim to the Kingdom of Stromgarde."

"I will depart for the Broken Isles tomorrow to open the Tomb of Sargeras."

Aegwynn said to Diak'em:
"For the time being, Stormwind Kingdom is entrusted to you. Especially Lothar, the 'Man of Destiny' chosen by the four of us. Please protect him well. He is the hope for the establishment of the Second Empire."

"Well, leave it to me."

Diakum nodded and said:
"Although I've become weaker, I can still handle a few greenskins as a bodyguard. Besides..."

He looked at old Merry, whose eyes were already burning with the fire of faith in rebuilding the empire, and said softly:
"I once glimpsed the whereabouts of Emperor Thoradin's sword, Strom'kar Warbreaker, in the prophecy of the Holy Light. My adopted daughter and my disciple are currently stranded in Tirisfal. If you are interested..."

"Of course I'm interested!"

The old lich twirled his well-maintained beard and said:
"That's the 'Emperor's Sword,' known even to children in the human world! With its return, Lothar's ascension to the throne will only be smoother. Tell me, saint of the alien race, where should I go to find it?"

"It's closer than you think. In fact, it has never left the capital of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. Unfortunately, King Terenas, who is obsessed with pursuing the power of the emperor, does not seem to be qualified to obtain it.

But I have an additional request, Lord Merry, there is another dual-path artifact belonging to Order and Holy Light in the same area as the War Destroyer!
I ask that you bring it to me as payment for this assistance."

Diakum said with a smile, and the old lich stared at him and said:
"Is this a threat? I thought the Light Walker wouldn't have such dark thoughts."

“I wouldn’t have done that before.”

Dick smiled and said:
"Now I hope to live a freer life outside the dogmas of the Holy Light. Furthermore, I have no selfish motives. I simply want to return the Ashbringer to humanity in a different form. Let's each take what we need, old friend."

(End of this chapter)