Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 223, Section 46: Tomb of Sargeras - Group Open! All gear is random, reputation is not important, message me if interested!

It seemed to be destined.

When human paladins first embraced the Holy Light in Stormwind, death knights, representing the core strength of the Death Force, also appeared on the same battlefield.

The paladins holding the fort on the city walls stood in stark contrast to the dead arrayed in the eerie winds outside the city, like a clash between the warm power of gold and the chill that freezes souls. This scene made Chromie, who was hiding on the city wall's spire, widen his eyes and excitedly begin to write furiously on the giant book floating beside him.

As a bronze dragon, she could see things beyond what mortals could see, things with more vague but real meaning and concepts.

"The Holy Light and the Force of Death have officially entered this world today! Azeroth was originally a place where order and void intertwined, and the trajectory of life's development has been intervened. Fel energy is lurking in the heavens, but without a doubt, the servants of the six elements have each made their appearance!"

An era of strife is about to begin, and I, Krodhomme, am the sole recorder and witness of these 'things that never happened'.

Chromie muttered to himself, his face flushed with excitement, looking just like a restless little dwarf.

Beside her, the weak-looking Teregosa could hardly understand Chromie's excitement. Her eyes were filled with sorrow and despair. She was saddened that she, a powerful dragon, could only live in such a cramped place, ashamed to face anyone.

The despair is that if one is unlucky, one might actually perish in this war of mortals.

When she came here with Chromie, she unexpectedly saw the ogres of the Kourei Alliance setting up a bonfire under the city wall to roast "dragon meat," which was the dragon that General Lireza and Major Windsor had killed together earlier.

Those heartless ogres even enthusiastically invited the human soldiers around them to try the delicious food.

Unfortunately, humans don't have the ogres' ridiculously strong stomachs that can digest even stones. They can't enjoy the delicious roasted meat filled with fel energy and toxins. They can only wait by their side, watching the satisfied ogres carve out the dragon meat and collect the precious dragon bones.

Of course, it's not for making soup or feeding dogs.

The Royal Archmage Andromath of Stormwind and the newly appointed Royal "Patron" Archmage Alex will use these dragon bones to craft armor, weapons, and magical ornaments as a reward for the warriors.

Teregosa witnessed the entire scene.

She pessimistically believed that if Stormwind fell, that might be her fate; if she was lucky, she might at least have a whole corpse, but if she was unlucky, she would become a stinking pile of ogre excrement.

"Oh dear, why are you looking so gloomy?"

Chromie finished writing her Bronze Dragon Observation Journal, turned around and saw Teregosa's despairing face. She comforted her:

"It's just that I've lost my power, it's not a bad thing, although it's not necessarily a good thing either."

“My situation is different, Krodhomme. I’m not just weak. All my guardian dragon power has been absorbed by that damned artifact. Waaah, I’m no longer a guardian dragon.”

Chromie's attempt to comfort her only made things worse; the blue dragon mother burst into tears.

She leaned against the corner of the wall and said sadly:

"I can't even use Winter's Breath anymore, and the magic network no longer responds to my calls. I'm just a blue lizard now. Ugh, I can't even warn the other dragons, and you heartless bronze dragon won't even help me."

"I can't help. Bronze dragons can't get involved in this kind of thing. Even if I'm clueless, I still have my professional ethics."

Chromie handed her handkerchief to Teregosa and sighed:

"Moreover, the greenskins can't get to the Blue Dragon territory anytime soon. The closest place to here is the Ruby Sanctuary of the Red Dragonflight. Now that the Dragon Soul has been stolen, the Red Dragons will definitely react. Maybe the Red Dragon Queen will come in person."

"Alas, another tragedy is about to unfold. In short, I think you shouldn't expect any more guardian dragons to get involved in this."

The bronze dragon dwarf said very seriously:
Use your brain and think about it carefully!

Right now, this is just your problem, but if more dragons get involved, it could escalate into a double disaster for both dragons and humans.

I don't know how this timeline will unfold, but I think the most important thing for you right now is to take care of yourself. Don't worry, I think Diakum is a reliable guy, he won't abandon us.

Don't even think about running away, Lord Xinghun is watching the two of us.

Since we can't fight, let's go help!

Chromie clenched his fist and said:
"Although you can no longer use powerful dragon language magic, at least the blue dragon's exaggerated spellcasting talent is still there. Just think of yourself as a human spellcaster and help this city get through this most difficult time."

I have a feeling that whether this city can hold on will directly determine the fate of this continent.

This is a very serious matter.

"Hey, the death knights and warlocks are preparing to awaken the corpses on the city walls to disrupt the defenses! Aren't you going out to cast spells and stop them?"

She casually grabbed a powerful quicksand staff from who-knows-where and shoved it into Teregosa's hand, pushing her out to fight. Only after Teregosa had dawdled away did Chromie remark:

"You're still complaining? You don't know how lucky you are! If you hadn't lost your power, your only fate would have been to die a miserable death in a conspiracy and then become the mount of a greedy adventurer, you big blue silly dragon!"
power
Strength has never been a good thing.

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"The Death Knights have launched their siege?"

Diakum, who was resting in Stormwind Cathedral, opened his eyes. He keenly sensed a chilling aura flowing through the city and gathering in the city's cemetery.

As Dick got up, he complained:

"So I really don't understand the strange city-building style of humans, insisting on putting cemeteries in cities. If the Death Knights seize the opportunity, a surprise attack from behind by a wave of undead army would be enough to throw the civilians in the city into chaos."

"You should just lie down and rest; leave those things to the priests."

Archbishop Nelly reached out and pressed the guard back onto the bed.

She sighed and said:

"You were already in a weakened state, yet you blessed and guided hundreds of humans to embark on the path of paladins. Although it did not involve the power of the Force, it was enough to deplete your already limited pool of holy power."

You have indeed changed your style.

But Diakum, I find that this selfless desire to give is still as difficult to overcome as a stubborn ailment.

“This is something I can do, Nelly, it’s not a sign of being alienated.”

Dick simply rested his head on the archbishop's lap, closed his eyes, listened to the piercing scream of the Shadow Word breaking through defenses, and smiled, saying:

"And you can't imagine how disappointed the Void was by my previous blessing; I snatched back a soul that should have fallen into darkness from their grasp."
While it cannot be ruled out that Natalie Selin might be tempted by the shadows again, now that she is a healing paladin, she has both physical and mental protection, making it less likely for her to venture into the Void again.

I feel deeply honored that my small act of kindness prevented an individual disaster.

The only pity is that Bishop Benedictus remained in the northern frontier, but it's alright, we will find him eventually.

Nelly listened attentively to what she actually didn't quite understand.

But she knew that Dick would only share these matters concerning his fate with her, and she would keep her boyfriend's secret.

She reached out and touched Diakum's dark circles, whispering:

"Don't worry about your upcoming journey. This strong city will hold out until you return. I'm sure of that. The determination in the eyes of those human warriors reminds me of our preparations before the Battle of Shattrath City."

At that time, we were just like them, threatened by the plague, greenskins, and demons.

We made it through, and they will too.

“Back then, we had the old Velen and the leaders of the Kouré Alliance in the city, but now there are hardly any demigods, let alone legendaries.”

Diakum whispered:
“I’m a little worried, Nelly. This is the first time I’m trying to fight fate through the hands of others, instead of donning my armor and going into battle myself. I know I should have faith in them, but…”

“You have done everything you were supposed to do. No one wants to see you set yourself on fire again. A war that sacrifices you to change the course of fate cannot be called a victory.”

Nellie leaned down and kissed Dick's forehead in the light, saying:

"This is ultimately their war! You cannot take away humanity's glory in the name of their good, and if they continue to depend on you, how can they fight for the right to survive in a difficult future?"

Just like what you did in Draenor, the point isn't how many victories you can lead them to, but how they will survive after you leave.

"Ah."

Dick said no more.

The burning away of the Holy Power Pool made him want to rest for a while, but soon an "uninvited guest" came to visit. Griselda Blackhand, carrying several weapons, knocked on the door like an "arms dealer."

Under the astonished gazes of Dick and Nellie, the High Chieftain of Mag'har took out several legendary weapons he had acquired and said casually:

“Watcher, I’ve acquired some decent weapons from the high elves. Would you like to pick one? Consider it as returning a favor to you. You didn’t have to return my father’s weapons to me, and we Blackrock orcs don’t owe favors.”

"If you want to build a relationship, just say so, Great Chieftain of Mag'har. You Mag'har orcs wear your thoughts on your sleeves."

Diakum bluntly exposed Grisada's true thoughts, causing the Great Chieftain to purse his lips, but since the words had already been spoken, it was difficult to take them back.

She placed the four weapons beside the bed, letting Dick choose whichever he wanted.

A double-edged battle axe, a heavy round shield, an exquisite staff, and a luxurious war bow.

They were all weapons in the style of the Quel'Thalas elves, luxurious and beautiful, each one like a work of art. Upon seeing them, Dick raised an eyebrow and sighed, saying:

"You lent them your divine ring to study, and all you got in return were four 'half-finished products'? Sigh, remember to take Gayala with you when you go out to do business in the future."

You've been tricked by those pointy-eared creatures. While they may indeed be considered legendary weapons, these weapons were merely byproducts of the high elves' experiments extracting magic from the Sunwell. Their quality and effectiveness are even inferior to the Dark Hand forged by your father.

It's fine to fool the adventurers, but...

“I know! I’m a master armorsmith, so I have some insight. But the power of that ring diminishes in Azeroth, and I’ll have to retrieve it later. So, this is basically getting something for nothing. I’m already lucky to have it, so why should I complain?”

Griselda, on the other hand, took it all in stride and casually said a few words with her hands on her hips.

The Vigilant thought she wasn't wrong, so he unceremoniously picked up the Phase Barrier and waved it in his hand, saying to the Black Hand's daughter:
"Leave the Destruction Axe to Garrosh, the Disintegration Staff to Gaiara, and keep the Spiritstring Longbow for yourself. Although it's a lesser legendary weapon, it'll be enough for you to use for a long time."

"What would I do with this warbow that's not even as thick as my arm?"

Griselda rolled her eyes, handed the exquisite spirit bow to the bewildered Archbishop Nelly, and waved it with a very "big brother" air, saying magnanimously:

"For close combat, I have the warhammer left by my father, and for ranged combat, I have the Blackstone Flying Axe that I crafted myself. I don't know how to use these exquisite elven weapons. I didn't just pick them randomly when I chose them; I did it to arm our own people."

"Just tell us what you need!"

Diakum stared at Griselda and said in a deep voice:
"How did you learn this kind of bribery through private gift-giving? Do you really want to advance your career?"

"Hey, can I touch the Sword Saint's Blade?"

Seeing that the guard had accepted her "gift," the woman of the Black Hand rubbed her hands together, her eyes shining, and said:

"That human prince received the legacy of the Fireblade Sword Saints from the Blade of Flames, right? I always thought it was just an orc legend! I never imagined that touching the Holy Blade could actually grant one a legacy."

Back in Draenor, my Blademaster Trial was interrupted by the Fireblade Clan's mess, and now I hope to obtain the Blademaster's legacy from Sankhsu!

Which orc doesn't dream of becoming a sword saint?

"It's a serious matter, so just say it directly. Don't send these things anymore. If others see us, even if I have ten mouths, I won't be able to explain it."

Diakum sighed helplessly, then took out the Flame Blade and handed it to her, saying:
"Give it back to me when I depart for the Tomb of Sargeras tomorrow. You have twenty hours to comprehend the way of the Sword Saint. Remember to be devout! This is the supreme swordsmanship of you Mag'har orcs."

"it is good!"

Griselda left, satisfied, holding the Blade of Flames.

Nelly played with the spirit bow in her hand, swishing her tail as she said:
"With such a clever and valiant chieftain, how could the Mag'har orcs not prosper?"

"Hmph, do you think Griselda gave us gifts just for the sake of the Sword Saint's legacy?"

Diakum shook his head and said:
You're oversimplifying things!

Red and Maim are also in Azeroth. Griselda wants to 'bribe' us so we'll hand over the task of dealing with her two brothers to her.

I don't know what she plans to do with Blackhand's two sons, but the fact that she could produce two legendary weapons as "gifts" tells me that guy is definitely going to do something against the Mag'har oath.

“But we’ve already accepted the gifts, so it’s not appropriate for us to get involved, is it? After all, it’s their family matter.”

Nari said:
"What do you think?"

“In the past, I definitely wouldn’t have allowed such rule-breaking.”

Diakum looked at the faint shadows encircling his fingertips and whispered:
"She certainly picked a good time."

"You should rest for a while. When you wake up, we'll go to the Tomb of Sargeras. As you can tell from the name, it's a dangerous place."

Nellie soothed the Vigilant into a deep sleep, then silently picked up the Spirit String Longbow, summoned a bag of "Void Spikes" arrows that came with the bow, slung it over her shoulder, and waved her hand to let the Sunhawk "Holy Sun" perched on the window land on her shoulder. Pushing open the door, she saw the Soul Wolf Gora crouching there waiting for her.

"Let's go."

Nellie stroked the wolf's head and said:

“Let’s go hunting on the battlefield so my kind boyfriend will feel less guilty when he’s away for a while. Tonight we’ll kill a dragon and get you some dragon bones to chew on, so that proud little girl Lilesa Windrunner can see what’s going on.”

Let her see what a true 'eternal wanderer' really looks like!

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"I've always been curious"

On the Broken Shore, Aegwynn, having finally broken the seal on the Tomb of Sargeras, rested and couldn't help but whisper to Yrel, who was guarding her beside her:

"What were you thinking when you decided to expose an incurable magic-addicted elf to the Holy Light? These two things are worlds apart. Can you tell me the underlying logic behind your decision? What was your overall plan?"

"Please don't ask anymore, I regret it so much."

Irelia covered her face, and said in shame:

“I’m really nervous right now. The vigilantes will be here soon, and I’m really afraid they’ll scold me for abusing the power of the Holy Light.”

As she spoke, she looked up at the "Children of Light" elves in the camp below, where the dark-skinned creatures were gathered together enjoying their "lunch."

Well, the specific dining process involves everyone chanting a very ritualistic holy light verse together, then calling upon their own holy light to gather in their palms, and then, like "delivering food," handing the points of light from their palms to the mouths of others.

They also knew they could not "eat" the holy light they had summoned, lest they be punished by the primordial light for "disrespecting the Force."

Honestly, although these Shadores maintained a solemn demeanor throughout their meal, much like a group of devout believers, the way their throats moved as they sucked in the holy light gave the scene a sacred yet cultish feel.

"They're practically a bunch of 'light vampires'! The only difference is that vampires shaped by the Force of Death taste each other's blood to build trust, while your followers share each other's light to satiate themselves."

Aegwynn had never seen anything like this in his more than eight hundred years of life.

Even the Staff of Aluneth in the hands of the former Guardian was marveling. It had lived for tens of thousands of years and had never seen such an outrageous scene. At least wash yourselves with holy light first. How disgusting to just go straight for it like that!

"They are much better off now than before."

Irelia sighed in shame and said:
"Perhaps because they absorb holy light several times a day, these guys, though none of them have any faith, have indeed been 'transformed' by the holy light. They may not be very fanatical, but at least they won't be as hysterical as before when their addiction flares up."

I think if this continues, these elves will definitely learn to truly embrace faith.

The warden said that the corrupting effects of the Holy Light on users begin in the mind, and these Shaldore minds truly need a thorough cleansing.

"That's true, but they were disciplined by the Holy Light too quickly."

Aegwynn frowned and said:

“I haven’t seen how fanatical those Lightforged veterans you’re talking about are, but I can tell you with certainty that if you let them continue like this, you’ll soon have a group of true ‘Holy Light fanatics’.”

However, given the situation in Suramar, even if they become fanatics, it would be much better than remaining under Elisande's rule.

At least, the Holy Light won't kill them. Hmm? Diakum is coming!

Irele jumped up as if on springs, poised like a student who had done something wrong about to face criticism from a stern tutor.

As Aegwynn cast her spell, the teleportation orb opened a door in the camp before them. As the light waves echoed, something hurled at them, startling the Nightborne who were having their "lunch."

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a living corpse that had been mostly purified by holy light.

Wow, that's really strange.

Diakum, wielding Ashbringer, strode out of the portal, with Nellie following behind him.

Judging from the image of the ashes flying everywhere on the city walls reflected in the portal behind the two, Diakum still went up to the city walls before leaving Stormwind, trying to relieve some pressure on the Kingdom of Stormwind before he left.

But before he could even speak, he heard a scream.

"His light! Warm and fiery! Spicy, just like mala tang! Mmm, delicious!"

Amidst this astonishing "war cry," a Nightborne elf, wielding a knife and fork and sporting a napkin stuffed in his clothes to appear "pretentious," pounced on the food with ecstatic elation, only to be kicked away by Diakum.

"'Iron Will' Runas! You really never learn!"

The vigilant recognized the "Old Eight of Light".

He sternly rebuked them and put away Ashbringer, which made the Nightborne around him, who had been staring at him with eyes that looked like he was looking at a "delicious meal," sigh with regret.

This scene terrified Nellie behind him, and the archbishop whispered uneasily:
"I really thought you were exaggerating before. Now it seems you weren't lying! Yrel really created a group of strange elves that 'feed on light'?"
OMG!

Old Velen will go crazy!
No, Her Majesty Kara and the other Naaru would go mad. Seriously, what do these guys think of the Naaru?

"Hmm, maybe it's vanilla ice cream?"

Diakum tilted his head and made a joke.

However, as he reached out to help Runas up, Diakum whispered:
"Perhaps they will have the chance to taste the Naaru in the future. Yes, these 'light eaters' need to be disciplined. They will become excellent warriors, which is why I do not intend to punish Yrel."

"Some primordial naaru far away in the cosmos, you'd better not be planning anything bad."

(End of this chapter)