Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 214 37. The gears of fate began to move strangely, but who cares, just keep turning

As the second largest race in the magical city of Dalaran besides humans, the high elves naturally have their own activity area in the city. And because there are so many elven mages in the city, there is an entire area in Dalaran called "Elf Street".

Several magic towers here belong to the high elf archmages. They live in Dalaran all year round, but still maintain close ties with their homeland. Therefore, whenever Quel'Thalas has important affairs that need to be completed in the human territory, the envoys will choose Dalaran as their base.

Today, a group of "big shots" from Quel'Thalas arrived in Dalaran. Several local elven archmages also received the news in advance. They opened the portal to Silvermoon City in their own mage towers on time.

But what came through the portal was not a spellcaster, but a team of fully armed wanderer rangers.

This made the mages look at each other in bewilderment, because judging from the armor, weapons and flags of these rangers, they clearly belonged to the direct troops of the Wind Walker Tower, and they were the guards of the Ranger General!

However, as the commander-in-chief of the armed forces of Quel'Thalas, the Ranger General must stay in Quel'Thalas all year round. How could he have the time to come to Dalaran today?
Soon, their questions were answered.

"Your daughter was kidnapped by thugs? They also demanded a hostage exchange in Dalaran!"

Upon hearing the casual explanation given by General Liresa, who held a high position in the kingdom, several elven wizards were immediately filled with indignation.

Well, our Quel'Thalas has really fallen on hard times these days. What kind of bastards dared to rush into the kingdom and kidnap people, and even kidnapped the general's daughter! Isn't this just a face-to-face attack?

"This is simply a blasphemy against the Phoenix Dynasty!"

A great wizard said loudly:
"Now that they've come to Dalaran, don't even think about escaping! General, just rest in the Mage Tower. Leave these small matters to us! The Council of Six must explain this matter to Quel'Thalas!
Their city actually harbors such vicious kidnappers. The filth and corruption in Dalaran is truly shocking."

The other elven wizards also looked angry.

The high elves as a race have many bad habits. They are arrogant, aloof, and self-contained. They like to form small groups, but they are very united internally. Especially in a place like Dalaran, far away from home, it is normal for the elves and half-elves in the city to stick together for warmth.

Seeing the great wizards being so righteous, General Liresa nodded with satisfaction.

she says:

"After all, this is a private matter of the Windrunner family, so I wouldn't bother you all using your connections. However, on my way here, I heard about something that happened in Stormwind Kingdom. It's said that Atiesh, the Guardian's Staff, is going to select a new successor?
Don’t you have any ideas?”

"This"

Several elven wizards exchanged glances, and one of them, a young wizard with fiery red hair holding a full-covering magic helmet, answered on behalf of the elders:

"Of course we are interested, General, this matter has already set the whole of Dalaran ablaze!

Almost all ambitious spellcasters are preparing to go to Stormwind Kingdom, but referring to the disturbing news coming from there recently, we discussed and believe that this is most likely a conspiracy of the royal family of Wrynn.

They want to use the holy staff to lure spellcasters to Stormwind City to help them defend against the green-skinned orcs from another world."

"Well, that's for sure."

Liresa did not hide the fact that as a Ranger General, she had a responsibility to make her people aware of the danger. As she headed outside the Mage Tower, she explained to the several elven archmages accompanying her:
"Our noble Phoenix Guardian, His Majesty Farondis, the Protector of Quel'Thalas, secretly traveled to Karazhan some time ago and, together with a group of righteous men, put an end to Medivh's chaotic crimes. It was under his witness that the Guardian's Staff was handed over to Anduin Lothar, the last descendant of the human royal family.

This involves some of the elders’ thoughts and plans, but you don’t need to think so much about it.

I came to Dalaran this time to submit a "suggestion" to you on behalf of the Phoenix Guardian. His Majesty Farondis believes that the high elves have worked hard to establish the Guardians of Tirisfal, and our outstanding compatriot Alodi is the first Guardian of Tirisfal. Quel'Thalas has a certain ownership of the holy staff.

Therefore, he hopes that you young talents will also participate in the fight for the position of Guardian.

In fact, the Silvermoon Council has also made a decision that soon a group of Phoenix mages led by the talented young mage Dar'Khan Drathir will go to Stormwind City to represent Quel'Thalas in the test of the Guardian's power.

Most importantly, the powerful Ebon Chill artifact is also there, and we must obtain at least one of them."

The Ranger General paused, and she said in a more emphatically tone:

"The Phoenix Guardian performed a divination and determined that a turbulent era is about to come. Therefore, in order to protect itself, Quel'Thalas must strengthen its own power in various ways."

"I see."

Several elven wizards nodded. After discussing for a moment, they asked:

"So, is this also why you came to Dalaran in person this time?"

"Yes, I am escorting my granddaughter, who is also my relative, from the Phoenix Guardian, to the Storm Kingdom. This matter involves the future planning of the kingdom, so I cannot speak directly."

Liresa waved her hand and said:

"I will go and rescue my daughter first. Everyone, please prepare yourself. If possible, follow Daenerys and I to Stormwind."

"It's my duty, General!"

The great masters all agreed.

They were just worried about not being able to find a suitable reason to participate in the "Battle for the Holy Wand", but as expected, their wish came true. The direct instructions from the Phoenix Guardians were much more reliable than the silence of the Six-Man Council on this matter.

The holy staff was originally forged by the magisters of Quel'Thalas, and it was born to belong to Quel'Thalas.

Liresa completed the task of "delivering the message". The general felt helpless as he looked at his compatriots who were ready to fight. The high elves' reliance on magic was really worrying.

"Mother, let's go and rescue my eldest sister."

A silver-haired elf following behind the general whispered:

"God knows what those Eredar thugs will do to my sister. I'm worried."

"What are you worried about?"

Another blond elf said indifferently:
"Alleria failed to fulfill her duties as my mother's lieutenant and was captured by the mob. She is unworthy of her position. I think since we've rescued her this time, we should imprison her in Windrunner Tower and let her repent for decades."

"Alright, you two, be quiet. Don't you think you've caused enough of a scandal?"

General Liresa scolded:

"I asked you to come here for a serious matter. Anyone who doesn't want to rescue their loved ones should go back to Windrunner Tower and take care of the children! Your brother needs an outstanding ranger to lead him right now."

The two sisters were suddenly speechless.

It's clear that they have no interest in raising children.

"Lillas doesn't want to be a ranger at all, mother. He's more like his father. He's been proficient in playing musical instruments since he was a child. Maybe he'll become a famous bard like his father in the future."

My younger sister, Vereesa, advised:

"Don't let him do anything he doesn't like."

"Oh, you're just as merciful as your father, aren't you?"

The Ranger General sneered and said:
"Human noblewomen from Stormwind, remnants of the Empire from Azsuna, forest barbarians from the Kaldorei, and even a blue dragon mistress! Look how capable he is!"

After these words were spoken, the second and third sisters dared not speak anymore.

My father's romantic affairs when he was young were a taboo in the Fengxingzhe family. Anyone who dared to talk about it would have their legs broken. But no matter what people said, ever since my father's legs were broken by my grandfather and he was forced to cut off contact with his lovers and marry my mother, he has been wholeheartedly taking care of the family as a "good wife".

The mother said it harshly, but if she really had no feelings, she would not have given birth to four children for the father.

Their family is a pure-blooded elf family! The immortal race is notorious for not wanting to have children.

The elf mother of four children is considered a "hero mother" no matter which elf lineage she is placed in.

The sulking ranger general, carrying his artifact bow, quickly arrived at the "hostage exchange site" with his daughters and a team of elite rangers. The kidnappers were quite stylish and chose the second floor of the magic tavern.

When the Ranger General pushed the door open, he saw the humble dwarf Millhouse Manastorm being pinned to the bed and beaten with a wrench by another tough female dwarf. The noisy screams from the two dwarfs fighting gave everyone else in the house a splitting headache.

"Go, go, go, go out and tell everyone, this is so unlucky."

The former Archbishop Nai Li, with a bandage on her tail, grabbed Liresa Windrunner and dragged her out of the house to talk to the side.

The others, filled with murderous intent, stared in amazement at the captured Alleria Windrunner sitting on the balcony, listening attentively to the cloaked Mok'Nathal hunter next to her teaching her the art of animal taming.

General Tiratharan is not here. He is currently on the flying platform in Dalaran learning how to fly a griffin with the Wildhammer dwarves who sent them here.

"Second sister, third sister, come here quickly!"

Alleria was holding a small notebook to record the Mok'Nathal people's experience in animal taming. Seeing her two sisters standing stupidly at the door, she called them over to listen to the lecture together.

The rangers of Quel'Thalas also have the art of taming beasts, but the elves are more of a shooter, and their art of taming beasts is far less profound than that taught by Rexxar.

In another room, Nari told Windrunner not to worry.

She pulled up a chair, sat down on it, poured herself a glass of wine, and poured another for General Liresa, handing it to her and saying:

"I met the old lich Merry Winterwind in the city. He said he has a good relationship with my boyfriend, Diakum, so he will send us to Stormwind. You should quickly send our people over. We will be leaving soon.

Your daughter is eager to learn and very talented. As an apology, I taught her a few things. We are even now." "You broke into the holy land of Quel'Thalas to spy and injured so many Phoenix Guards. Is that enough to make us even?"

General Liresa shook his red wine glass and said with a sneer:
"People from another world are really generous!"

"Don't pretend. I learned from the old lich that your Phoenix Guard stays in the Sunwell all year round. Without his permission, we can't leave through the portal."

Nari sneered a few times.

How can you, a young elf of several thousand years old, sing such a song to me, an old fox of more than 20,000 years old?

She took a sip and said:
"That guy adjusted the portal's landing point so that we landed in the Hinterlands, and on the way, he informed the enthusiastic Wildhammer dwarves about the greenskin orc invasion. We are the 'messengers' of the Phoenix Guardian, and he is using us to send more reinforcements to Stormwind.

you!
You are also one of the reinforcements, maybe we will go together.

Of course, if you want to fight, I'll be there for you, but you have to wait until I find my boyfriend and make sure he's safe. You can do whatever you want to me, little girl, bullying others with your magical weapon."

"I'm afraid that's not the place for some old lady who relies on a divine weapon to bully ordinary people to say this!"

General Liresa also took a sip of red wine and said something with a hint of sarcasm, which made Nari glare at her coldly.

But at this point in the conversation, the conflicts between the two sides could be temporarily put aside. Soon, the elves sent the captured Griselda Blackhand and Master Arantion to the Magic Tavern.

They were not abused, after all, the high elves were not barbarians, but
"Give me back my magic ring! You pointy-eared thieves!"

The Black Hand's Daughter unlocked the shackles and shouted at the Ranger General in front of her:
"Where's my heart of rock?"

"At this."

Liresa took the heart of stone from her bag, threw it to Griselda, and said:
"This thing is quite ingeniously crafted, and it has truly attracted the curiosity of the Phoenix Mages. They are fascinated by the way the world's power is contained. It is said that it contains a trace of the most orthodox arcane power, and even the Phoenix Guardians are amazed by it.

The Council of Silvermoon is willing to pay a high price for the divine ring you hold, orc.

If you plan to sell it, remember to contact us. You can name your price. If you don't want any money, we can even sell you legendary weapons and armor."

"Ok?"

Griselda blinked.

She glanced at the divine ring, whose power had diminished in the world of Azeroth, and thought for a moment before saying:

"I definitely can't sell it, but if you're interested and want to research it, it's not impossible, provided it's not damaged. This thing is the incarnation of the Heart of Draenor, and chaos will arise if it collides with divine power.

I don’t want much either! "

The cunning Mag'har Chieftain held up four fingers and said:
"Take four legendary weapons in exchange. You can keep them for now until I return to Draenor."

"Deal! I'll deliver it to you in a moment. Give me the ring."

The Ranger General readily agreed.

This scene made Millhouse Manastorm, who was beaten black and blue by his wife, exclaim, "It's sold too cheaply, leaving our descendants with no money to enjoy it."

Everyone in the Eastern Continent knows that the people of Quel'Thalas are a group of real rich people. Legendary weapons are nothing in their eyes. The Sun King's treasury is full of those things. These orcs are just stupid. You should at least ask for a few more!

The hostage exchange was successfully concluded, and when the two teams were heading to Old Merry's retreat, they unexpectedly ran into members of the Church of Holy Light who were entering the city at that time.

The sharp-eyed Nairi spotted Lelan and Eredas in the team at a glance. Naturally, there was a sigh of relief when the two sides met. After learning that they were all heading to Stormwind City, they became happy again.

"So, isn't it a bit too much for you to seal off Diakum's holy sword like this?"

Nellie walked around the large black box on the carriage, which was tied with chains as if it was transporting a monster.

"There's no way around it. This thing has become an 'urban legend' in Tirisfal."

Leland sighed and said:
"You haven't seen the believers following us along the way. It's like a holy procession. This holy blade has caused enough trouble here. We must return it to Uncle Diakum immediately. He needs it too.

As for these fanatical 'Ember Knights'"

The traveler looked back at the group of fully armed and strong human men who were still singing hymns. She sighed and said:
"I hope the Vigilantes can find a way to bring back their minds. Now all they can think about is 'demon exorcism and defense of the way'. It's too scary."

"Demon! I sense the demon!"

Before Leilan could finish his words, Grand Duke Mograine frowned, pointed at the crowd on the street with his bull eyes, and shouted:
"Evil! This is an illusion. What are you hiding?"

"???"

As Nairi and Lelan stared at each other, Mograine and another strong man rushed into the crowd, grabbed a screaming dwarf, and dragged him to the box where the holy sword was sealed.

It looks like bullying men and women.

But you know what, the closer the dwarf got to the box, the more violently he struggled.

Until he touched the holy box, a surge of white holy flame tore off his disguise, revealing a high-level succubus with a face full of fear in broad daylight, and was then chopped into pieces by the holy light tough guys with giant swords.

"Look! The Holy Sword gives them the ability to sense demons!"

On the chaotic street, Leland whispered to the frowning Nari:
"And the number of hidden demons in Tirisfal, no, the entire northern border of humanity, seems to be exceeding the limit. The human kingdom is being infiltrated by the vanguard of the Burning Legion! This world is about to face another demonic invasion.

Now I'm a little suspicious. Could it be that the Holy Light dropped Uncle Diakum's holy sword to the Northern Frontier with some kind of 'enlightenment'?"

"Demon! A powerful demon has appeared! Holy Light, this evil is worth fighting!"

The fanatical Grand Duke soon sensed a stronger demonic aura. He rushed to the street corner with his giant blade imitating the Ashbringer. Opposite him, the old lich Merry Winterwind looked at the group of fanatics with puzzled eyes.

It's like watching a bunch of drunk idiots making trouble.

After realizing that they were coming for him, the lich raised his hand and blew an ice storm amid the wild laughter of the Nathrezim in his body, freezing these guys in place, so that their brains, which were burned by faith, could cool down.

What's your composition?
Do you really think you're a paladin just because you performed some Holy Light tricks? How dare a Holy Light-wielding warrior challenge a noble wizard in the street? Better get your priest to examine your brains, okay?

whispering sound!
Where did this Holy Light Barbarian come from?! Don't you know how to learn from the elegant and easy-going Vigilant Saint?

Old wizard, do you understand that I am chatting and laughing with others?
"Lelan, and Eredas?"

Merry Winterwind strolled over and looked at the wizard and priest before him. He twirled his sparse beard and said:
"Diachem wants you two to stay here and follow me to find something important. Also, Miss Lelan, your adoptive father needs a Titan-forged rune in your hand to help a respectable spellcaster restore his damaged arcane foundation."

"Who is this?"

Lelan looked at Nellie, and the Archbishop explained Merry's identity to her.

After learning that the lich had participated in the battle against the Dark Titan's human form and defeated Medivh, thus venting his anger for Draenor, Lelan immediately bowed respectfully to Merry to express his gratitude, and then handed one of his Titan-forged runes to Nari, asking her to take it to Stormwind City and give it to the Sentinel.

She had several of these things, all gifts from Prince Margok.

Part of it is because of the friendship between master and apprentice.

Another part of the reason is that the cunning ogre wizard wanted to establish a good relationship with the Vigilante. After the ogre's ancestral runes were made into a divine ring, there were still a lot of fragments left. Although only the core has powerful power, it is a figurine made by the Defender Aggramar himself. Even if it is just a scrap, it contains the most orthodox arcane power. It is a sacred object of the Force that arcane wizards can hardly find even if they search all over the starry sky.

"Then, Archbishop Nari, please guard the Sentinels on our behalf."

Eredas leaned on the staff of blessing and said to Nari:
"After we follow Lord Merry to find the human relic, we will immediately go to Stormwind Kingdom to join you. This world is clearly facing a crisis, and the green orcs are just the most insignificant one.

This world needs the strength of the Alliance of K'ure, and one day, two worlds facing the same threat will join forces to fight the enemy."

"Well, I will convey your wishes to Diakum."

Nellie whispered:
"Take care of yourselves, kids, and don't let him worry."

"Um. Have you made up your mind to come here this time?"

Because of the girl's sensitivity in this regard, Lelan whispered to Archbishop Nellie:

"I saw the determination in your eyes, and the missing archbishop's emblem on your chest. Between duty and love, did you choose the latter?"

"No, I'm just giving myself a break."

Nellie patted Leland on the shoulder and said:

"I need to take some time to get my crazy boyfriend back from Holy Light!"

"What if the Holy Light doesn't allow it?"

"Then I will fight Him!"

(End of this chapter)