Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 212:35. Old Ranger Naili's Journey to Find Her Husband - Seems to Have Arrived in a Strange Place
"Are you sure these coordinates are correct? Will they definitely take you to the city called 'Dalaran'?"

The wizard leader Mar'gok asked very seriously, his two heads and three eyes staring at the dwarf wizard standing on the high platform in front of him at the same time, making him stare at the other's face intently, not missing any of his expressions.

This is because in the past few days, it has fully realized that this guy is unreliable in all aspects.

Facing the sixth question from the powerful Ogre Wizard Leader, Millhouse Manastorm, the "Great Wizard (self-proclaimed)" dressed in an arcane robe and looking very sleek, twirled his sharp, distinctive white beard and screamed in a tone that could have killed an ogre:

"Hey, man, you don't have to ask so many times! I've already insisted on the teleportation drop point. I've already said that I don't have a comparison chart of the spatial systems of Draenor and Azeroth.

The magic level here is too low and you don't have that kind of thing yet. I can only use the 'fuzzy teleportation' method to get us to our destination as far as possible.

Didn't we modify this teleportation ritual together?
Even if you don't trust me, you should at least trust your two smart brains, right? "

The dwarf opened his eyes wide to show his sincerity, but to be honest, it was not just Mar'gok who didn't believe him. The ogres and draenei wizards around him didn't necessarily believe this guy either.

"What he said is true."

Omona, the Archbishop of the Draenei Arcanist class, known as the "Senior Scholar," leaned on his crystal staff and looked at the "youthful Dark Portal" in front of him, which was only the size of a house. He sighed and said:

"The spatial differences between the two worlds are objective. This is our first attempt at this profound inter-world teleportation technique, so there's really no need to pursue an overly precise landing point. According to the dwarf, we only need to locate the landing point where magic is most concentrated in the human kingdom area of the eastern continent, and we can send our people to the vicinity of Dalaran.

I know this kind of teleportation is dangerous, but there is no other way now."

"This is a complete disregard for human life! The chances of success are about the same as crossing the Zangar Sea in a tub."

The Ogre Führer cursed.

It never thought that one day it would actually say such words. Anyway, it would never take the initiative to be a guinea pig and try to cross the "Dark Door" in front of it that had been copied within half a month.

Although this thing is dominated by itself throughout the whole process.

But because of this, it becomes even more afraid.

It had enough arcane knowledge to realize how unreliable the thing in front of it was.

"Well, I guess we don't have to contact the Sentinels and the missing soldiers in the shortest possible time. They're so capable, they must have good luck."

The wizard leader wanted to say these words to persuade others to give up the experiment, but when he turned his head to the left, he saw Archbishop Nari sitting next to him "supervising" with three guns on his back, so he could not say any excuses.

Not that I'm afraid.

The main reason is that I don’t want this matter to affect the unity of the K’ure Alliance, you understand?

"Well, it's almost done."

The Wizard Leader leaned on his imperial staff and turned to shout at Nari:
"Let's get our brave Whitey. Er, I mean, our brave Pathfinder! This thing is ready to go!"

"Yes, yes!"

The dwarf wizard, who could only look the wizard leader in the eye by standing on the stone platform, was very confident. He put his hands on his hips and shouted loudly:

"As long as we cross this door, we will arrive at the magical city of Dalaran. Then I will treat you hoofed people to a few drinks in the Magic Tavern. I will pay!

Just consider it as a thank you for your hospitality these days, you friendly 'aliens'. Although your long-tailed girls all scoffed at my invitation, the great Millhouse Manastorm will never bear a grudge.

"Bring them up!"

Naili's eyes lit up and she immediately jumped up and shouted to the person behind her. A few minutes later, several green-skinned prisoners in shackles were brought up.

Nari pointed at the shabby "simplified Dark Portal" in front of her, which was only two people high and five people wide, and was basically a rock base with a few doorposts. She said to the dusty green-skinned captives:

"As pathfinders, you will be forgiven for your sins as long as you survive."

"Pooh"

The leading greenskin was from the Warsong clan, and his most notable feature was his violent temper. He cursed:
"Would that vicious blue-skinned fellow be so kind? This must be some kind of damn torture device, but it doesn't matter. I'm willing to take a chance rather than spend my whole life digging holes in this damn place."

"let's start."

The Wizard Leader ordered other wizards to activate the huge Apexis crystal array, which was designed by Archbishop Hataru himself to power the Dark Portal. Margok himself carefully and calmly stepped away a few steps to prevent himself from being hurt by some unforeseen "accidents".

But surprisingly, this simplified version of the Dark Portal worked quite well. The pervasive arcane energy quickly formed an orderly swirling vortex between the gate pillars, and with the twinkling starlight, it really looked like a safe astral gate.

The released greenskin captive rubbed his wrists and looked at the surrounding K'ure Alliance warriors with malice. He mustered up the courage to step in, and then
"Ahhhh! I knew it! You blue-skinned people have bad intentions, ahhh!"

The tragic screams coming from the opposite side made everyone present break out in cold sweats.

"Quick! Pull him out!"

Millhouse Manastorm jumped and screamed, but by the time the greenskin was pulled back, the half of his body that had crossed over had been burned to a crisp.

The dwarf wizard stepped forward to examine it carefully, sniffed it fiercely, and turned to the others and said:
"That's what the magma pool in the Molten Core beneath Blackrock Mountain tastes like. Exploding fire elemental barbecue! I've tried it in the Black Iron Bar. The owner there, Plugg, is my buddy. I want the real deal!"

"You ride on the horse"

The Wizard Leader was now thinking of stepping on this unreliable dwarf to death. He suppressed his anger and shouted:
"Is this what you call foolproof? Didn't you say it would teleport us to a magical energy gathering area? How did it end up in the lava?"

"Uh, maybe you don't differentiate between elemental energy and arcane mana?"

The dwarf also knew that he was in trouble.

He lowered his head and rushed over to the base of the stone gate, adjusting it a bit. After a few minutes, he turned back, gestured a confident "OK," and said:

"That's definitely okay now! Try again!"

Another greenskin prisoner was pushed in.

This time the results were better.

It was just a step into the sky at an altitude of ten thousand meters, but it also earned the title of "falling by accident".

The ogre wizard with cold sweat on his forehead, the draenei arcanist with trembling tail and the brave gnome mage quickly adjusted the teleportation height again, and finally succeeded in letting the greenskin survive on the third teleportation.

When the other person was pulled back, he looked confused, with dull eyes and drooling from the corners of his mouth. It seemed that he would have to eat porridge for the rest of his life.

"You guys are cheating me!"

Even though Archbishop Naili was in a hurry to find her husband, she couldn't help but explode when she saw this scene.

She put her hand on the jeweled hunting rifle and scolded:
"What kind of portal is this? Why did you create such a fool even though the teleportation was successful?"

"Perhaps it's because he's a mindless warrior who can't bear the strain of this inter-world teleportation?"

Millhouse Manastorm poked his finger timidly and said:
"I can adjust the transmission power. Reducing it by one tenth should be enough to keep life at a sustainable level."

"If you reduce it to one-tenth, you can't even open the door, you idiot. Lowering it to one-third is the limit."

The wizard leader frowned and said:
"The greenskin's survival proves the teleportation was successful. The other side is indeed Azeroth and the teleportation location is safe. But we have to follow the demon hunters to stop the Burning Legion's warships tomorrow. According to their estimate, it will take at least half a month to complete.

If we are pursuing time, this is already the limit.

I think the Legends should be able to withstand this kind of transmission pressure, so if you must go and look for Diakum and our warriors, you can only form a team of Legends to act.

Among them, there must be a member holding the Immovable Seal Ring, which can effectively increase your chances of survival."

"it is good."

Nai Li looked at the blue arcane energy echoing between the doorposts in front of her. She took a deep breath and said:

"Give me twenty minutes."

"You really want to go?"

Margok persuaded in a low voice with some helplessness:

"You can definitely wait a little longer, Archbishop Nellie. Diakum isn't as fragile as you think. That world can't do anything to him."

"His body is safe, but his spirit can't wait!"

Nellie clenched her fists and said:

"Half a month is enough time for Diakme to completely walk into the light. This is our last chance to bring him back. I've already missed the chance to save him once, and I won't miss this last chance again.

I have to go!"

"But what about your duty to the people?"

Senior scholar Omona couldn't help but ask:

"You are the Archbishop! You are the leader of the people. The Sentinel would not want to see you abandon your duties for him. Most importantly, this teleportation ritual is unsafe. We cannot allow a leader like you to take such risks!"

"I have protected my people for twenty-five thousand years, through the entire Age of Exile. I have given my all in every operation, and I have personally led my men to scout every new world."

Nari retorted excitedly:
"I'm not abandoning my responsibilities. I just think, can't I be selfish for once for Diakum? He's given almost everything for us! God, how much more do you want him to sacrifice for you?"

"Naili, don't do this." The voice of Grand Archon Hatun came from behind. Naili turned around and saw the Grand Archon striding towards them with Yura and Tirasalan. Rexxar and his beast companions also followed, and even Griselda, the Mag'har Chieftain.

"I heard this gate was being tested today, so I came to see it. But I saw a rift between the two archbishops because of Diakum. This is totally wrong."

The Grand Archon stepped forward, looked at the two of them gently, shook his head and said:

"It seems that this problem must be resolved immediately. Then, Nari, I now officially appoint you as the Draenei clan's ambassador of exploration to Azeroth. You will lead this 'exploration operation'.

Finding Diak'um is only one of your tasks. If the world of Azeroth is related to the fate of your homeland, then you must do much more there."

"I need teammates."

Nellie breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"The Wizard Leader said that only legends can withstand the pressure of the imperfect portal, so..."

"It is my duty."

Rexxar stroked his wolf and said in a deep voice:
"Diachem is a hero of Draenor. This world survives because of him. It is our duty to bring him back."

"Then I'll go too."

Griselda shrugged and said:

"Damn Durotan mobilized all my troops to prepare for the battle with the demon starships, but didn't allow me to participate, saying that I was the hope of the next generation. What a damn thing.

I can only stay here to handle some logistical matters, but my two brothers still don't know about my father's death. I can't let them grind their butts bare and embarrass me in Azeroth."

"Exchange your ring with General Tirasaran."

The wizard leader reminded:
"Your team needs an Immovable Seal to protect their safety."

"Why do we have to change? Can't I go with you?"

General Tirasalan waved his hand and said:

"I was the general of the Shattrath City Defense, but now Shattrath City is gone, and I don't know how long it will take to rebuild. Compared to following the Demon Hunters to fight some damned astral sea boarding battle, I think Diak'um needs me more.

Moreover, my superior, General Jaid, has been worried about his brother these days. He is unable to go to Azeroth due to his duties, and it is my responsibility to help him solve this problem."

"For the last spot, let Master Arantien follow."

Nari thought for a moment and suggested to Archon Hatton:

"The demon hunters said they wanted to warn the people of their homeland about the coming of the Defiler. Having a Demon Hunter with them would help them accomplish this and clean up the demonic scum hiding in Azeroth at the same time."

"Yes, that's her hometown. She knows everyone there."

Yura whistled and stood beside Archbishop Nari. She said:
"I will keep an eye on the Archbishop along the way and prevent her from acting impulsively. Grand Archon, please rest assured."

"You can't come, Yura."

Nari shook her head, let out a long sigh, and looked at the looming Karabor Temple across the strait.

she says:

"Do you remember the conversation we had under the World Tree?
I thought about it and felt that what you said made sense. I had been too reserved for a while. I always felt that Diakme and I had too much on our shoulders for us to fully commit to a relationship. But if I had to make a choice between these things,

She reached out and took off the Ranger Lord's emblem on her chest, rubbed it on her fingers, and finally put it on the stunned Yura's armor.

She smiled, shook her hair and said:

"Well, Yura, congratulations on achieving your dream of 'usurping the throne' that you've held for over 20,000 years. Now you are 'Boss Yura'. Lead the rangers for me. If you don't do a good job when I return, I will take back your position!"

"No way! You actually gave up your leadership position for a man? Does the Holy Spear of the Sentinel really taste that good?"

Yura screamed madly:

"And don't hand over the Ranger Leader position so casually! This gives me, the 'usurper,' no sense of accomplishment at all! Most importantly, I'm just talking about it; I'm not prepared to take on such a huge responsibility!
Boss Naili, we still need your leadership!"

But Nellie had ignored her.

She turned to look at the others and said:

"If there's nothing else to prepare, shall we set off now?"

"Wait a moment, Viren has something for you to pass on to Diakum. It's very important!"

Archon Hatton said.

When Master Arantien received the news and rushed over, she was carrying a Draenei engineering machinery box decorated with gems. Hatton handed it solemnly to Nari and said:

"This is a communicator and beacon set used to contact the Army of Light. According to the news sent back by Narumeda, a small fleet of the Army of Light has turned around at our request and is heading for Azeroth according to the star map shared by the Illidari Legion. However, they need precise beacon guidance to land in the correct location.

Only the Grand Archon of each clan can authorize the use of this item, and it must be delivered to Diakum in a timely manner.

If the Light has a destiny in Azeroth, it is destined to be opened by Diak'um himself."

"Ok!"

Nari put the box into her magic bag. She had nothing to take except the Redmaw Fang. After the others were ready, and with the dwarf wizard cheering for his return home, the group stepped into the portal one after another under the gaze and blessings of the others.

At this time, an old ogre wizard stared at the revised setting diagram left by Milhouse.

It handed it to the Margok leader, scratched the left side of its head, and said doubtfully:
"What's with that decimal point? Did the dwarf put it in the wrong place? Or did I misunderstand? This range doesn't seem to be limited to the territory of the human kingdom. If we calculate according to this range..."

"Ah! That damn short idiot!"

Mar'gok roared:
"He miscalculated the decimal point! He sent K'ure's warriors near the most powerful source of magic power in the Eastern Continent! Look at the map, see where that magic power source is! Hopefully, it's not too far from the drop point."

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"Did I misunderstand you, or did you misunderstand me?"

Naili raised her head under the heavy pressure of dizziness, and looked at the magnificent architectural style around her in confusion, as well as the "magic well" in front of her, whose magic power was so strong that it formed a golden solid beam of light.

She turned around and said to the frightened Milhouse:

"Is this the style of your magical city of Dalaran? It looks amazing."

"No, that's not right. Shit! We're in the wrong place!"

Milhouse held his head and screamed:
"My wife is right. I have no talent for teleportation! I should just focus on studying my arcane magic. Oh my god! We've come to the legendary Sunwell.

fast!
Let's run before we're discovered by the Phoenix Guards!
This is the holy land of the elves!"

"woooooo"

A shrill alarm echoed in the bright hall within seconds. Following a stern rebuke, a large group of Phoenix Guards wearing silver armor and holding spell-breaking blades rushed in. Leading them was a high elf ranger-general holding a bow and looking heroic. She was accompanied by an adjutant who looked somewhat like her.

The Ranger General looked at the strange creature that appeared out of nowhere in the innermost circle of the Sunwell.

Among this group of people, she only knew that the short one was a dwarf, the tall one was a demonized Kaldorei elf, and she had never seen the races of the other three.

What kind of strange combination is this? How do you arrange them by size?
"Intruder! Surrender!"

General Liresa Windrunner pulled the bowstring of Thas'dorah, and when the arrow formed by the wind elements was aimed, Nairi felt a deadly threat.

She whispered:

"It looks like they don't intend to listen to our explanation and are ready to fight."

"I can summon a thorn beast to share the firepower!"

Rexxar gripped his magical axe tightly and said:

"Griselda is planning to summon the Magnaron to disrupt the situation. It would be best to capture a prisoner to deter them."

"Get out first!"

The Demon Hunter clenched his moon blade and said:
"I'll use my demon form to block them. You guys run first. Lord Illidan has a bond with the high elves. At least I won't die, but you guys may not."

"dwarf!"

Nari held up the Redmaw Fang and signaled Tirasaran to prepare for the charge. She then kicked the frightened Milhouse and shouted:
"I don't care what you do, just get me out of here and open a door to safety. Do you understand?"

"Ah? You can teleport randomly, that would be faster."

"Shut up! No random teleportation! I don't trust your craftsmanship! And I don't trust your luck either!"

Ps:

There will be 3+5 more chapters added tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)