Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 213 36. Leilan's Despair: Father! Look at what you've done!
"Let go of my daughter! Hoof Man! Last warning."

Outside the Sunwell, General Liresa Windrunner looked indifferently at the dangerous blue-skinned hoofed man in front of him. The hunting halberd in the latter's hand had knocked down at least twenty Phoenix Guards in the short and fierce battle just now. The most fatal thing was
"Mother, leave me alone! Kill her!"

Alleria Windrunner, who was mistakenly captured, struggled in Nari's arms, but she was paralyzed by the Redmaw poison and could not exert any strength. She could only weakly shout:
"Shoot this arrow at me for the sake of your duty to the Windrunner family!"

"That's a horrible request, and your mother certainly couldn't bring herself to do it, sweetheart."

Naili could understand the Thalassian language. She endured the pain of her injured tail and dragged Alleria backward, while signaling Rexxar and Tiratharan to approach the portal opened by Millhouse behind them.

God knows where that portal leads, but now is not the time to be picky.

These Quel'Thalas elves are really tough. They were blessed with four divine rings, and Nari even used the Heart of Argus, but they still almost couldn't break out.

"I won't hurt her, elf!"

Nellie shouted to General Liresa:

"Take good care of my people and bring them to Dalaran. We will exchange hostages! I must tell you that this was an accident. The reasons are complicated, but we have no ill intentions. In fact, we come with good intentions. Please ask Master Arantien behind you for details."

Then, under Liresa's murderous cold gaze, Nairi dragged Alleria and disappeared into the portal.

The Ranger General sighed, put down the bow in his hand, and looked back at the captured Griselda Blackhand and Arantion who was forcibly sealed by the Lawbreakers.

A big doubt arose in her mind at this moment.

That sturdy hoofed man said they were going to Dalaran to exchange hostages, but why did their portal land on Aerie Mountain? The scenery reflected from the portal clearly showed the waterfall at Seaview Cliff.

So, is this some weird conspiracy?
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"As a Phoenix Guardian, you actually just watched them escape through the portal?"

The Ranger General turned around and glared at the great lich who had appeared here in the light of teleportation. She said coldly to Lord Farondis:
"I have sufficient reason to suspect that you sent them away on purpose!"

"Not only that, that dwarf wizard panicked and opened a portal into a deadly trench a thousand meters below the sea. I secretly helped him modify the spatial parameters, which led them to land in the Wildhammer dwarfs' territory.

Do you really think anyone can enter the Sunwell Hall without my permission?"

Lord Farondis, who had just returned to Quel'Thalas a few days ago, said with a smile:
"So, the strict Ranger General needs to imprison me for dereliction of duty?"

"You must have your own reasons for doing this. My position doesn't allow me to dictate the Phoenix Guardian's plans. I just want you to make sure you know what you're doing."

Liresa suppressed her anger and said:

"The Sunwell's invasion alone is shameful enough. The accusations against you in the court will only come like a storm. Personally, I think this is absolute dereliction of duty!"

"You are wrong! If we don't let them go to the Wildhammer Dwarves, the Griffin Riders won't be able to mobilize in time."

The smile on Farondis's face turned serious, and he said:

"If you don't allow Archbishop Nari to take your daughter away, you, the Ranger General, will have no chance to escape from the increasingly dull court factional struggles and lead a small but elite group of Farstrider Rangers to Stormwind City for support.

The teleportation was indeed an accident, but it brought with it valuable possibilities.

Go to Dalaran as soon as possible to exchange for your daughter, but I want to put someone in your team."

"Who?"

"My granddaughter, who is also your sister-in-law, is escorted to Stormwind City to meet her fiancé. This is a personal request from an old man like me, considering that your grandfather stole two of my Raven Guard crossbows and thought I didn't know.

That's a rare legendary weapon.

Even the Thas'dorah bow you hold in your hand was designed by me myself."

"Enough! Phoenix Guardian, you are too..."

"Hmm? I have no objection to you calling me by my title in public, but what do you want to call me in private?"

"Ah, damn it. Okay, Grandfather, please don't do this. No wonder those Silvermoon Councillors are targeting you at every turn. The political network you, your two daughters, and your five grandchildren have woven has almost taken over half of Quel'Thalas.

I beg you, my ancestor, to be more restrained."

"Where are we going now? After my little granddaughter marries young Kael'thas and the fourth girl marries Lothar, I'll add you, my granddaughter-in-law, and the weak claim of the Kingdom of Stromgarde.

Hehe, the Sun King and his Ranger General, the Human Emperor and his Grand Duke of Stromgarde are all my grandchildren. Back then, an old lich like me would be considered "powerful to the skies".

I have told Dasrema a long time ago that it would be more practical to have more children than to work hard to expand the dynasty.

This is the true political strategy of the immortal species!

I live long enough to do whatever I want."

The old lich from a prosperous family stood proudly above the Sunwell. Seeing General Liresa still standing there in a daze, he scolded her:
"What are you standing there for? Why don't you hurry up and prepare to go to Dalaran to rescue my well-behaved great-granddaughter? Also, don't let Alleria have too much contact with humans. I did a divination for her when she was born, and she will never...
Do not!
Not only her, my three great-granddaughters' lives will be ruined by the hateful human beings!
Oh, this Diakum himself is extremely powerful, and his confidante is also extremely tough. These ancient Eredar are really amazing. If I had enough granddaughters, I would have to find a way to marry one of them.

In this way, the bloodline of Nar'thalas can be passed on across the stars of Argus."

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"Traveler" Lelan was hiding in the crowd with a transformation spell on his head.

This was the arcane magic she had learned from the incredibly powerful Lady Aegwynn a few days ago, which could conceal her appearance and height that were different from humans. Today was the second day of her arrival in the Tirisfal region.

She had planned to follow the saint's orders relayed by Yrel and secretly search for the whereabouts of the Ashbringer and Eredas, but unexpectedly, she didn't have to look for them at all!

The hottest news in this damn place recently is about "Grand Duke Mograine and his bewitching magic sword." Because this matter is terrifying enough and involves the most powerful nobles in the Kingdom of Lordaeron, it is naturally contagious. It has spread to the point that even beggars on the street will make sharp comments on this matter when begging.

But when he heard this gossip, Lelan knew that something bad was going to happen. The situation that Uncle Diakum was most worried about had happened!

When in Draenor, the Vigilante strictly forbade the Draenei garrison officers who worshipped him to touch his weapon without permission. This was a proper protection. If anyone rashly touched the Ashbringer without the guidance of the Holy Light, they would definitely be infected by the Holy Light morality left in it by the Vigilante.

Considering how much Uncle Diakum is loved by the Holy Light, there are probably no more than ten believers in the entire human world who can withstand the cleansing of the Holy Light with their own spirit.

Humans are somewhat mediocre in all aspects, and their mental strength is not at the same level as that of the Draenei.

She hid in front of Grand Duke Mograine's manor. A few days ago, the Grand Duke was said to have been inspired by the Holy Light and decided to transform his luxurious manor into a monastery for believers of the Holy Light to find faith. He even changed the name to "Ashebringer Monastery", which shows how deeply he was baptized by the holy blade.

The crowd outside the monastery was not just there to watch the excitement. There were indeed many devout believers who came to pay homage to the "holy relics".

For example, the handsome young pastor who was chattering beside Leland and preaching to others.

He seemed quite popular, and was now preaching in a gentle voice:

"Don't believe the so-called 'magic sword temptation,' believers of the Holy Light. Archbishop Alonsus Faol personally touched that sacred blade. The Holy Light enlightened him. It is the sword of a saint from the sea of stars, from our fellow believers.

The light of the holy blade will protect every believer and punish every evil.

I heard that a demon hiding among us tried to steal it not long ago, but when the demon came within twelve feet of the holy blade, the ignited white holy flame burned it up, leaving only a burning ash.

That was a miracle I witnessed with my own eyes!

It was for this reason that Grand Duke Mograine was determined to form the 'Ashes Crusade'. He saw with his own eyes that the devil was hiding among us, and at this dangerous moment, the holy blade fell from the sky!

Believers, this is truly a warning from the Holy Light, alerting us to the dangers of darkness."

This little story made the believers around them even more devout. They began to chant hymns, and the more Leland listened, the more she felt something was wrong. After the young pastor finished speaking, she reached out and touched his shoulder, whispering, "What's wrong?"

"Hello, I am a wizard from the north of the continent. My fellow countryman, could you describe in detail the miracle you witnessed that day? I mean, what exactly did the demon you saw look like?"

In response to the question from the "Northern Master", the young pastor said seriously:
"It was a demon with huge wings and sharp claws, it had cow-like hooves and was covered in armor. At that time, it was hiding in the shadow of Lord Dathrohan, the famous 'Giant' in Lordaeron, intending to take the opportunity to desecrate the Holy Blade. But just as the Dathrohan brothers approached the Holy Blade, the scorching holy flame suddenly erupted.

The sacred fire consumed the cunning demons, but the brothers of Dathrokhan remained unharmed!

Clearly, this is proof that the Holy Blade protects the good, and Brother Dathrohan has felt the call of the Holy Light. He has decided to join the Ash Crusade and fight alongside Grand Duke Mograine to eliminate those evil creatures."

"Hmm, it sounds like a Nathrezim. Secretly desecrating the Holy Blade is indeed the style of that cunning demon, but is there already a Dreadlord lurking within the human kingdom?
The situation is really chaotic.”

Leland frowned as he listened.

She felt more and more that the eastern continent was in turmoil. Orcs were invading in the south, and demons were lurking in the north. These two evils joined forces to serve mankind. How could this be considered a small blessing?
"Are you here specifically about that demon? This certainly seems like Dalaran."

The pastor smiled and said:
"I've heard that there's an organization in Dalaran that specializes in tracking demons. Are you also a member of the 'Tiris Order'? (Ps1)"

"No, I'm not. I'm a wild mage."

Lelan didn't want to talk to this guy any more, but he seemed very interested in her, so he introduced himself:

"My name is Turalyon. I am a priest in Lordaeron's capital and a disciple of Archbishop Alonsus Faol. If you are interested in the Holy Blade, why not follow me to see it?"

"No, no, I have something else to do."

Lelan kept making excuses, and she already sensed something was wrong.

But the next second, Turalyon said in a gentle tone:
"That's not up to you, mysterious lady."

"Hmm?" Lelan felt something was wrong and was about to resist when she was held down by two shining hands on the left and right. As the words of the Holy Light echoed, the arcane magic on her body was dispelled, revealing the strange appearance of a Draenei.

Turalyon was also startled.

He originally thought he had caught a "dark element" mixed in the crowd, but he didn't expect that the lady's true identity was so shocking.

"Lelan? Why are you here?"

A surprised voice then sounded, causing Lelan to turn around and see two hooded Holy Light Warriors beside him lifting their faces to reveal their Draenei appearance.

"Aecinus! Davenius! It's you two! Great!"

When Lelan saw the two Chosen Ones of Holy Light who were "implicated" by her and randomly teleported to the Tirisfal area, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief and asked hurriedly:

"Where's Eredar? Is he with you? The Vigilantes told me he's here too."

"Eredas is in the monastery. The three of us were lucky enough to land together. After we landed, we heard what happened here and rushed over, but we were still a step too late."

The Chosen One of Holy Light, Davinius, sighed and said:
The fanatical morality of the Vigilant's sword has infected the local believers. Eredas is preaching to them, trying to use the balance of light and shadow to bring them back to normal. However, Eredas himself has a limited understanding of the 'Way of Light and Shadow'.

The effect is not obvious at the moment.

But the good news is that we already know the news that the Sentinels have arrived in Stormwind, and the local faith leader Archbishop Alonsus Faol will lead elite priests and this "Ashes Crusaders" to Dalaran tomorrow and go to Stormwind through the mages' portal.

We can go together and reunite with the Sentinels."

"We must deliver the Ashbringer to the Saint."

The taller Aicinus said solemnly:
"We can't let the Holy Blade stay in Tirisfal any longer. Overly fanatical faith is not good for the current situation in the northern border. The King of Lordaeron is very sensitive to changes in people's beliefs.

Anyway, go see Eredas first, he's worried about you too.

Priest Turalyon, you don't have to worry, this is one of our people, and Ashbringer is the sword of her fathers."

"Please forgive my previous offense, Ms. Ryland."

Turalyon offered a sincere apology, saying:
"I'm a little oversensitive because of that demon."

"It's okay. You can never be too sensitive to demons."

Lelan waved her hand, indicating that it was nothing, but she asked curiously:
"You've been here these past few days. Did you also touch the holy blade?"

"I have been exposed to it, but I did not choose to accept the call of the Holy Flame."

Turalyon drew a holy symbol on his chest and said:
"It is a sacred object, but its power is too sharp and inconsistent with the Holy Light's morality that I uphold. I firmly believe that the Holy Light will bestow different missions upon us based on our individual perceptions."

"Yes, Priest Turalyon is one of the few local priests who has not been affected after coming into contact with the Holy Blade."

Devinius said with great admiration:
"This is sufficient to prove that he is a true walker of the Holy Light. He has condensed his will within the light."

"But the sword at your waist"

Leilan looked at the warrior's half-sword that Turalyon wore outside his priest robe in surprise. She muttered softly:

"Priests don't usually carry swords, right?"

"Uh."

Turalyon's smile suddenly turned awkward. He coughed twice and whispered:
"It's impossible to remain unaffected after coming into contact with the Holy Blade. After witnessing the true existence of demons, I also feel that having a sword in my hand can make me safer when I am touring the Holy Light."

"I'll just say it."

Lelan laughed and followed the others into the monastery. He saw Grand Duke Mograine practicing swordsmanship with more than a hundred strong men in the big garden.

They all used two-handed giant blades of the same style as the Ashbringer, but the lack of Naaru crystals meant that there was no light on their swords. However, a few powerful ones had gathered their holy light on the weapons, causing the grooves of the giant blades to glow.

"Oh my god."

The traveler covered her eyes and whispered:
"Isn't this Uncle Diakum's improved garrison swordsmanship? They even learned this?"

"Ah, look at me, 'Blazing Blade'!"

A loud bang sounded not far away. As Yu Leilan watched in astonishment, a human warrior with his upper body naked swung a giant blade and unleashed a "Holy Storm".

But his divine storm is rather strange.

The sacred storms of the Sentinels and Hand of Argus veterans were the result of shining holy patterns gathering into geometric sharp holy light that spun into a scorching energy storm, but the warrior in front of him was spinning with his giant blade, concentrating his own holy light on the weapon to draw out a dazzling blade light.

Isn’t this the “Holy Light Edition of Big Windmill”?

Don't bully me because I've never seen sword masters use Blade Storm!

"That's Herod the Zealot, the most fanatical young knight under Grand Duke Mograine and the most fanatical punisher in the Ash Crusade."

The Chosen One whispered:
"I don't know what kind of legacy the Vigilant left in his sword, but the few believers who first came into contact with the Holy Blade have now even mastered the 'Wrath of Vengeance'.

They are not garrison officers.

But they call themselves 'Paladins', probably because they were originally knights.

Look!
Archbishop Alonsus Faol and the Eredars are coming."

Lelan looked up and saw Eredas, wearing a hood covering his face, leaning on a blessing staff, walking towards him with a middle-aged priest with a calm demeanor and holding a holy book.

But then, Leland's expression turned strange.

Because she clearly saw that the priest under the rank of Alonsus Faol also wore a half-sword at the waist of his robe! And judging by the way the middle-aged priest held the sword, it was clear that he must have secretly practiced swordsmanship for several days.

Trouble.

"Snapped"

Leland covered his eyes in despair.

Uncle Diakme, look what you have done!
You have turned a good human archbishop into a "sword-wielding priest". This is simply blasphemy!
And what is certain is that the first batch of human paladins were so fanatical, and the future development of their Church of Holy Light will definitely become more and more "martial". If they encounter some "adventures" in the future, it is just a matter of time before they create a batch of human versions of the "Hand of Argus"!

"cough cough"

The Chosen One of Holy Light, Aichinus, coughed and whispered a reminder:
"Don't just focus on Archbishop Fau's sword; that's a minor issue! Look at his forehead, look carefully!"

"Ok?"

Leilan widened her eyes. When the other party approached, she clearly saw the faint light on His Majesty Faol's forehead, like a mark of light, which frightened the traveler.

She whispered:

"How come this even has the legacy of the 'Consul of Light'? Uncle Diakum! Please stop carving all this nonsense into your sword! Won't it just become a hodgepodge of holy light?"

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"Ah!"

Diakum suddenly sneezed, and in his human form, he rubbed his nose and complained that it must be the great demons in the Twisting Nether who were talking about him again.

Then, he smiled and said gently to the little prince who was "blocking the road":
"What did you want to learn from me?"

"When I grow up I want to be a warrior as good as you!"

Varian Wrynn clenched his fists and shouted:
"I heard your story from Khadgar. I also want to become humanity's 'Vigilante'! Save this world and defeat the demons!"

"Well, I believe your oath, son."

Diakum looked at him and said softly:
"This world will surely remember your bravery in the future, beloved High King. But I will not interfere with your fate; you must control it yourself."

He took out the ancient black flaming blade and held it in his hand, and said to Varian, whose eyes were shining:

"Would you like to touch this sword? This is a weapon that only the most powerful swordsmen in the world of Draenor are qualified to wield. Come and give it a try and see what a little warrior like you can learn from it."

Ps1:

The Tirisfal Conclave and the Council of Tirisfal are two different organizations.

The former is a team of battle mages formed by the Kirin Tor specifically to hunt down various dangerous creatures that emerged from magical experiments. The latter is an organization that once established the position of "Guardian of Tirisfal", and this organization is strongly bound to Atiesh Guardian Staff.

Aegwynn's husband, Nielas Alan, is an elite member of the Order of Tirisfal. He has been hunting Aegwynn for many years, and the two have worked together to solve many dangerous troubles. They finally came together in this relationship of both enemies and friends.

So, the two of them really have feelings for each other, and the old version of the "drugging" setting is a bit too sensual.

(End of this chapter)