Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 224, Section 47. Naga: You are the famous "Holy Lance" Dick?
"The power of death has appeared in Stormwind? The battle over there looks intense."

When Aegwynn saw Diakum, he asked a question.

The vigilant nodded and said:
"From a mortal's perspective, it is indeed intense—holy light versus death, arcane magic versus fel energy, and a swarm of life-hunting predators. If I remain there, it's tantamount to having all six elemental forces' servants appear in Stormwind, but..."
It was limited to the level of mortals; neither paladins nor death knights had individuals who were deeply integrated with the Force.

They can still manage.

We may lose the city walls, we may be forced into street fighting in the city, we may endure the torment of despair and disaster, but I believe they will hold out until we return.

"But this is a sign, a bad sign."

Aegwynn said it casually.

A great mage like her is always accustomed to looking beyond the surface to see the core issues. Diakum didn't elaborate, but Aegwynn knew very well that this mortal war could basically be seen as a rehearsal for the "Great Mixed Operation" of the six elements in Azeroth.

This gave her a sense of urgency.

Ever since Diakum suggested that she become the Star Soul Spokesperson, Aegwynn has been spending her time alone in the Broken Isles, pondering this suggestion except when she was opening the seal on the Tomb of Sargeras.

She had tried to see everything happening in the world from the perspective of the Star Soul, and then she felt... damn frustrated!
As a supreme star soul, it was first corrupted by the void, then sealed by order, and now it can only watch helplessly as the six primal forces wield their swords and wreak havoc in its cradle.

Their war reward was themselves, the supreme star souls, but the problem was that not a single Force had ever asked about their feelings.

Aegwynn judges others by her own standards.

If I were the soul of Azeroth, I would absolutely kill all these Force scum the moment I break free from my seal!

Of course, with Yrel and the Light-Addicted Elves present, it wasn't appropriate to discuss matters so deep within the world's core. Before they entered the Tomb of Sargeras, Diakum pointed to the group of Nigo elves behind him, their bodies radiating light, and said:

“Send them to Karazhan. Although these Nightborne are heavily addicted to magic, they have been immersed in a high-concentration magical environment for many years, and their spellcasting talent is far superior to that of humans. Moros is also under pressure to maintain the facilities of the Karazhan Tower by himself, so it’s good to send him some assistants.”

"Please ask Moros to also train these guys for Yrel, so they can act as 'protectors' of the towns below Karazhan, and not be in this terrible state of mind when the Holy Light needs them to go to war."

"You sent a bunch of magic-addicted bastards to my son's mage tower? Don't you know how dangerous it is there?"

Aegwynn thought it was a bad idea.

But Dick said softly:
"Don't worry, the Holy Light will watch over them. They haven't yet learned to control their craving for power, which means the more light they consume, the deeper the Holy Light's influence will penetrate them."

Considering their terrible spiritual cultivation, I estimate it won't be long before we see a group of fanatical 'moral paragons,' at which point Iriel's title of 'Chief of the Light Eaters' will truly be well-deserved."

"This"

Aegwynn glanced at the elves; without Yrel deliberately teaching them the doctrines of the Holy Light, these creatures had indeed spontaneously begun to sing praises to the Holy Light that gave them "food."

"it is good!"

The Guardian nodded and tossed out the Staff of Aluneth the Guardian, causing it to levitate among the elves. As the arcane elements chattered, a portal to Karazhan opened.

Moros also received the news.

The old mage was visibly overwhelmed with worry, directing the powerful arcane construct "The Curator" to attack a group of satyr demons occupying the library. Upon hearing that Matron Aegwynn had sent reinforcements, he immediately summoned the Nightborne to help.

Diakum wasn't lying.

As the "most orthodox" successors of the Highborne, even commoners of the Nightborne can cast a few unstable fireballs. If it weren't for their severe mana addiction weakening their will, these guys would have been the most formidable group in Azeroth.

It's commonly known as "being driven crazy by drugs," and people from another world can't expect a bunch of arcane addicts to get hard.

Seeing the "trouble" she had created get rid of, Irelia finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But it wasn't the Vigilante's turn to personally reprimand her yet. Archbishop Nellie was already wagging her tail and standing with her hands on her hips, "educating" Yrel for her irresponsible behavior. The Lightforged stood there helplessly, head bowed, looking repentant.

It's like a primary school student who has made a mistake is facing a strict and beautiful homeroom teacher.

"Is this your soulmate? He's quite impressive."

Aegwynn joked, then used teleportation to send everyone to the entrance of Sargeras' Tomb, higher up on the Broken Shore.

It was the ruins of the Great Temple of the Moon, destroyed in the War of the Ancients. It was a colossal building, about half the size of Stormwind. It had just been raised from the seabed, and seawater was still flowing around the weathered, unrecognizable Moon God statues.

There were even strange deep-sea creatures hanging on it.

For example, Diakum saw a giant octopus grabbing the chest of the moon goddess sculpture with its tentacles. Hmm, isn't that a bit blasphemous?

So, what are you watchers, hiding in the shadows all around, waiting for? Hurry up and summon the light of the moon goddess to purify this lewd giant octopus that's playing "bondage play" on the sacred statue!

Dick looked at Aegwynn, asking if she had noticed the Watcher spying on her. The former Watcher made a subtle gesture.

It means she discovered it, but couldn't be bothered to do anything about it.

The "Warden" are an elite unit from the Kaldorei Moon God's realm, and they are troublesome to deal with. Even a powerful spellcaster can easily be overwhelmed when facing these Black Moon Wardens.

They were merely observing and watching, and Aegwynn felt there was no need to alert them.

"It's not just the Watchers; be prepared."

Aegwynn waved her staff of Elune, causing the arcane portal to the Tomb of Sargeras to spin open. She spoke to Dick in telepathy:

"I'm certain that Suramar has sent dangerous assassin masters to stalk us. In addition, a group of deep-sea Naga has established a semi-permanent nest in this temple. During the hundreds of years I sealed it to the bottom of the sea, the Naga have clearly noticed the dangerous power within."

These void followers have corrupted my seal, trying to enter and search for treasure, but their spellcasting skills are... well, a tiny bit worse than mine.

"A gathering of heroes, each with their own unique skills."

Diakum looked up and glanced at the few crows that were faintly visible above the gloomy clouds. He said:

"It seems your journey has alarmed most of the powers on the Broken Isles. Apart from the Highmountain Tauren and the Vrykul, all the other powers have sent people. Well, let them follow."

"Ok?"

Aegwynn looked at Diakum, who shrugged without explaining his intentions.

He held the Blazing Blade in his hand and grabbed the newly acquired Phase Barrier, stepping into the portal first as a defender, with the others following closely behind.

The current timeline is far from the time of Legion's return, so there are not an exaggerated number of elite demons of the Burning Legion in the Tomb of Sargeras. However, because the "body of God" is sealed here, the passive summoning of fel energy ensures that there will be no shortage of demons in this gloomy tomb, but there are definitely no great demons.

"Come with me!"

Aegwynn lit a glow on her staff and led the way, saying:

"The interior of this temple is complex. I didn't fully explore it back then. I was just eager to seal that dangerous body and found this remote place. So if you get lost here, you can only pray for good luck."

"The Holy Light revealed this place to me, and the Void granted me the Eye of Truth, making all falsehoods vanish in my sight. So if you trust me, you might as well come with me."

Diakum pointed in another direction and said:

“There are some ‘people’ who need help there, and I came here partly because of their existence. The Holy Light cannot bear to see the loyal and brave suffer.”

"Ok?"

Aegwynn glanced in the direction Diakum had indicated and said:

"That's Naga territory. Are you sure you want to provoke those vicious soft-skinned snakes?"
Their leader, Savis, is no good. I've heard that the guy known as the 'King of Nightmares' has been hiding in the nightmares of the Emerald Dream for years, wreaking havoc on the entire world. It's said that Savis's sinister laughter echoes in every nightmare of mortals.

It doesn't really care about its own Naga Familia, these deep-sea soft-skinned serpents who have established their underwater royal court somewhere in the Endless Sea.

Although the Naga have always been mysterious to land-based civilizations, in the deep-sea kingdoms, these guys are absolute bullies.

The void endowed them with a terrifying ability to reproduce, allowing the Naga to spread their influence to almost every sea in the world over the past ten thousand years. They lost their glorious elven empire, but gained an even larger deep-sea empire.

In some ancient texts, there are rumors that the Naga worship a mysterious figure called the 'Herald'.

Some even say that although the Naga were born from Xavius, they have now effectively broken away from the Nightmare King's hierarchy and become free beings.

"Servants of the Void, without a doubt."

Diakum carried his weapon forward. As he advanced through the dark and damp cavern, which had been eroded by the sea and resembled an abyss, he noticed the echoing shadows of the void ahead. He then took out Twilight's Hammer as his main weapon.

This scene made Irelia blink.

She had never seen the Vigilant's void form before, but she wasn't surprised.

All this was because the connection between the chosen ones and the Lord had given her a vague idea of ​​the Watcher's "little secret." Archbishop Nelly had just given her a "precautionary warning," saying that Diakum was undergoing the trials of the path of the twins of light and shadow.

Nellie also threatened Irene, saying that voters should all follow the Lord's path, meaning that Irene might have to undergo similar trials in the future.

Void hoofs and stuff, wow, it feels kind of fun, why is that?

"Quack quack quack quack," a piercing noise accompanied by the intense splashing sounds, and after passing a severely collapsed tunnel, a large group of ugly and ferocious deep-sea fish-men appeared before them. These inferior creatures were truly created from the void.

Like anglerfish, they have glowing barbels on their foreheads, wield rough coral weapons, and have a mouthful of sharp, jagged teeth that reveal their omnivorous nature.

Compared to the land-dwelling fishmen, whose fighting level is only good enough to sit at the same table as children, these deep-sea fishmen are not to be underestimated. As servants of the Naga, they are the real "piranhas" in the deep sea, leaving only a pile of bones in their wake. Their fighting power is simply terrifying among the fishmen race.

However, just as they jumped out to feast, they saw Twilight's Hammer and its master.

The echoing void terrified the deep-sea fish-men, who cried out and knelt on the ground, trembling with fear, even the glowing horns on their foreheads drooping.

They worshipped Diakum as if they were paying homage to the "Lord of the Void".

Besides the fact that Twilight's Hammer is indeed powerful, it's probably also due to Diakum's honorary title of "Champion of the Dark Sea".

"Go and summon your Deep Sea Mistress!"

Diakum shouted in Murloc language in a "gibberish" manner:
"I, a Voidwalker passing through this place, need her help!"

"Humph."

Shadow Whisper scoffed disdainfully in Diakum's ear:
"Hey, believer in the Holy Light, bend down and pick up your shattered integrity! Now you know you're a Voidwalker? What do you take us Voidwalkers for?"

"You said that you are loyal servants who are always ready to be summoned by me."

Dick retorted:
"I thought the void was more reliable than the Holy Light."

"Tch, watch out, you'll get burned!"

Shadow Words reminded:
"The 'pioneer' worshipped by the Naga is not as simple as you think, she..."

"Xalatas, he always likes to swagger around with the title of 'Fifth Ancient God,' sealing himself in the blade of the Dark Empire to search for and toy with those dark souls. He enjoys the despair and resentment of others the most."

Diakum casually revealed the "Pioneer's" secrets.

他 说:

"What Xal'atath wants is still hidden in the mists of the world. She's probably having a good time somewhere right now and has no time to care about my charlatanry. The Naga truly worship N'Zoth, the 'Thousand-Bearded Demon,' and the so-called 'Pioneer' is nothing more than a 'faith broker.'"

See, if you want to appear profound and mysterious, don't try to tempt me with this outdated information.

I am an Eredar prophet, granted omniscience by the Holy Light!

"The Holy Light doesn't have the path of 'Destiny,' it's a higher level of the 'Time' path within the arcane realm, you bastard."

Shadow Word cursed:

"You're nothing but a strange monster. The Holy Light just happened to 'pick you up' by luck. Well, since you know the details of the Naga, we don't need to say anything more. But we still advise you to be careful."

N'Zoth isn't the most powerful of the Old Gods, but he's definitely the most troublesome, and you're currently operating within his territory.

During this period of spiritual communication, the Naga Deep Sea Mistress, having received the message, quickly arrived at the entrance with her powerful retinue.

It was a human with a snake's tail, four arms, and the long hair on her head was not the hissing snake of an ordinary Naga, but a "beautiful snake" with four flexible tentacles. She vaguely retained the beautiful face of an upper elf, but was more bewitching because of her makeup, with fine scales on her face and body.

From the perspective of a "non-human girl", it's actually quite beautiful.

However, the eyes beneath the golden deep-sea crown radiated a ghostly light, and those eyes imbued with "Void Enchantment" indicated that she was a legendary-rank Void Servant.

Instead of kneeling before Diakum like the deep-sea fish-men, she examined the Twilight Hammer in his hand.

A moment later, she hissed like a snake, coiled her jewel-encrusted tail, stood upright, and spoke respectfully to the person before her in the most authentic Salasian:

"Are you Lord Diakum, who recently dismissed the human form of the Dark Titan?"

Your presence is a great honor to this dark land. Your bravery is evident in every ripple of the Sea of ​​No Light. The Void Lords praise your might, and all the kin of the Sea of ​​No Light consider it an honor to serve you.

Give your orders, Your Excellency Champion Apostle!

What can your humble Deep Sea Mistress, Saslinn, do for you?

This string of exaggerated compliments from the Deep Sea Mistress left the three ladies beside Dick looking at each other in bewilderment. Aegwynn was alright, but Nelly and Irele looked at their Vigilante with the eyes of someone looking at a "god".

What's going on here?

How did you manage to repel the Dark Titans after only a few days?
It's open now!

If you're so awesome, why don't you just fly to the sky?

“There’s no need for such formality, Matriarch Saslin. I’ve only come here to retrieve a buried artifact and will be passing through your territory. Please do me a favor.”

Diakum answered in Salas.

The Naga matriarch let out a strange laugh and said heartily:
"No problem at all! I'll have my servants make way for you immediately. As a sign of respect for the Void Lord, I will personally lead the way for you. Please follow me, honored guest. Would you like me to arrange for a few Janna maids to serve you in bed?"
The ripples of the Sea of ​​No Light assert that you possess the most formidable 'Holy Lance' in this galaxy.

I suppose such a mighty 'divine weapon' needs constant maintenance to remain vigorous and powerful. If you look down on those lowly people, then I may offer myself as your bedmate."

"No need!"

Before Diakum could speak, Archbishop Nelly jumped out with a cold expression and waved her hand, saying:

"You don't need to maintain the Holy Lance!"

"Ow."

The rather erotic Naga matriarch looked Nellie up and down, then covered her mouth and laughed, saying:
"So you carry your 'scabbard' with you? I was indeed being presumptuous."

"Ahem, you talk too much."

Diakum, gripping Twilight's Hammer, bared his teeth and hissed:
"Lead the way, let's go check out the ancient battlefield where those undead elves are entrenched, and while we're at it, help me deal with the 'tails' following behind us."

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"Ah"

A strange sound rang out without warning from the dark and ornate bone crystal dagger, causing the Arakkoa sorcerer Esca, who was holding it and trying to comprehend the mysteries of the void, to open his eyes in surprise.

This Arakkoa master, who was once a fallen Arakkoa but grew wings after embracing fel energy, and then switched allegiance to the Void in a chance encounter, stroked the powerful dark artifact in his hand.

It had forgotten who delivered the artifact to it; it seemed to be an orc warlock it had never seen before, and it had even forgotten his face.

But that's not important!
it says:

"Quack, have you sensed something, esteemed pioneer?"

"No, there isn't."

The dark dagger vibrated.

Several dim abyssal runes lit up on the crystal blade, like a breath of life.

A light, enchanting, and gentle spiritual whisper emanated from it, transforming into dark smoke that enveloped Esca, bewitching her:

"It's just a strange call from afar, don't worry about it. What's really important to you is whether you've made up your mind. Eska, you're very talented."

The so-called curse that your people suffer is, in my eyes, a trivial torment. With just a touch of the blessing of the void, their alienated flesh and blood can naturally return to nobility. And your request for the resurrection of the sun god is also a small desire.

I have a better idea than to resurrect a demigod who will never again embrace and bless you.

Esca, you who have lost your beloved, you who are tormented by loss, you who are broken by the vicissitudes of life.

Why don't you become that dark sun shining brightly in the sky?

The sea of ​​darkness is calling; embrace it.

"I croak. I still need to think about it, esteemed pioneer."

"No, child, call me by my name, so that we may feel closer. Say my name."

"The frog is noble."

"No, closer, just as you once called out to your beloved!"

"Oh, my dear Saratas."

"Good boy, good boy deserves a reward. Come, put down your meaningless hesitation and come with me to roam the warm void."

(End of this chapter)