Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 226, Section 49: What man wouldn't be bewildered upon seeing such a genuine, fresh-faced CEO like Samuel Barton?

Diakum and Aegwynn spent some time describing the course of the Ancient War and what happened afterward to the High Priest of the Moon, who had been trapped there for ten thousand years.

Ms. Deyana did not keep the news to herself; she gathered three of her subordinates to share her joy of "relief."

They died in the Black Moon Ritual that created the Nightsworn, a "divine ascension ritual" that could transform a Moon God's follower into a Moon War God, requiring far more than Tyrande Windwhisperer's determination and sacrifice.

It can be said that all the heroic souls in this temple were "sacrifices" offered to Elune.

This shows just how dangerous the War of the Ancients was at that time, requiring the Sisterhood of Elune to make such a sacrifice in order to pray for victory.

"Lord Cenarius, have you fallen?"

Ms. Deyana sighed and said:

"The Moon Goddess had already given a divine oracle at that time, hoping that we would stop the King of the Forest from going astray, but we failed to truly understand the Moon Goddess's oracle. Who could have imagined that the cunning Great Demon would use a noble sacrifice as bait?"

"But Queen Azshara actually did something good?"

The female hunter commander, Kasparian, said in surprise:

"The Night Oath should have returned to the Sanctuary after wielding the Wrath of the Moon Goddess. The Queen actually sealed her power and allowed her to live. But is this really a good thing? Lady Deyana, if the seal on the Tyrande sisters is loosened, the uncontrollable rage may instantly burn our people."

"Perhaps that was Azshara's original plan!"

The more aloof priestess, Moon Burial, said coldly:

"She knows our people won't abandon their heroes, and she wants to destroy us after her empire is destroyed! How vicious."

"I think so too. Why would Azshara be so kind?"

The last one, leaning against a nearby pillar, Captain Asa Moonshade, whose face was hidden by his ranger hood, said in a hoarse voice:

"It was a vicious trap, and Malfurion stepped right into it, simply because of that superfluous emotion."

The Moonlit War God is a power that should not appear in times of peace. It is Elune's darkest phase of the moon, and can only be prayed for when facing destruction. The Tyrande sisters have already left their wills.

She never intended to survive!

She was fully aware of the terrifying threat she would pose if she survived.

"But that's not the most important thing right now, gentlemen."

Diakum interrupted the Elune sisters' discussion, steer the conversation back on track, and said:
"The Burning Legion has returned after ten thousand years of preparation, led by Cenarius the Defiler and his Wither army. The demonic plague he has spread has already spread across the continents of Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms."

Demons are hidden in various kingdoms, and those demon-blooded orcs are the vanguard of the demons.

Once the human kingdoms are destroyed, the demons will gain a continent to use as their base for invading Azeroth.

I believe in the power of the Kaldorei Moon Goddess Realm, but we cannot underestimate the threat of demons. I came here to take that staff to connect the two worlds and fight together against the Burning Legion.

But gentlemen.
Let me be blunt.

Dick decided to reveal a little "Elune's little secret," and he whispered:

"The moment you were ignited by the world-burning wrath of the Moon Goddess, your future was sealed. Making such a great sacrifice in the name of Elune, you are destined to go to the holy land of Her sister under the protection of the Moon Goddess and enjoy eternal peace."

Ms. Deyana also said that over the years, some soldiers have embraced death. Do you know where they went?

The four Moon Sisters looked at each other. This was a taboo topic for them, but since it had come to this point, Ms. Deyana nodded and said:

“We know that it is a sacred place called ‘Azure Fairyland’, a place of reward and blessing bestowed upon us by the Moon Goddess. Now that we no longer have any attachment to the mortal world, we can go there whenever we wish.”

"Do you want to go there now?"

Aegwynn understood Diakum's meaning, and the Guardian said:

"Or, if possible, would you all be willing to serve this world ten thousand years from now one last time? In the name of the Anti-Demon Alliance, strike the vanguard of demons in a land and territory that does not belong to you, and announce the restart of the ancient war to life ten thousand years from now?"

The Kingdom of Stormwind is facing a life-or-death crisis; they need reinforcements.

"According to you, this place is tens of thousands of miles away from the human realm!"

The huntress Kasparian was somewhat tempted.

She was a warrior, and it suited her perfectly to fight one last battle before heading to the land of the dead to enjoy bliss.

But she said regretfully:

“We are spirits, and it is difficult for us to leave this blessed land of the moon goddess. If we are outside, we will be called to death and cannot stay for long.”

"One night of fighting should be enough time, the question is how do we get through it?"

Captain Asa Moonstrike played with her spirit warbow, her fingers twitching as if she were itching to kill a demon or two. Years of outwitting and outmaneuvering the weak Naga had long since worn her out.

She yearns for a real challenge.

“That staff! The staff that Sargeras used when his human form arrived in Azeroth. It was a staff that could blatantly ignore spatial blockades and open portals at will in the sea of ​​matter.”

Aegwynn said in a deep voice:

"Although there are certain risks in using it in Azeroth, a world that was modified by the Titans and therefore has a complete spatial structure, you are all spirits. The casting width you need to use through the portal is much smaller than that of flesh and blood. With me in charge, the impact on the space can be minimized."

"Right here, open a portal directly to Stormwind. As you said, one night is enough for the warriors of the Anti-Demon Alliance to inflict a devastating defeat on the demons' minions."

"Let's send you off with a victory!"

Irelia wagged her tail and said loudly:
"You missed the most intense battlefield of the ancient war, but you can still fight demons and bring your warrior career to a perfect close with a war and a rescue."

This is such an honor!

If I die in the future, I hope I can have this kind of honor.

"Look at this silly child, what nonsense is he talking about?"

Archbishop Nelly sighed helplessly.

But she also agreed with Irele's point that for these respectable veterans, a final battle was indeed more acceptable than disappearing from the world without a trace.

The four Moon Sisters quickly reached an agreement and unanimously approved the proposal to rescue Stormwind, considering it one more thing to do for the world before going to Ardenweald to enjoy their lives.

The fact that they were willing to sacrifice themselves for the birth of the Nightsworn shows that they didn't care about making a little more sacrifice. These are true "fanatics," whose fervor would even surpass that of Diakum during the Draenor era.

"We need to discuss this with the soldiers."

High Priestess Deyana said:
"But don't worry, I doubt any warrior would object to this glorious final battle, especially since we're already dead and won't die again. However, there's one issue you must consider carefully."

The High Priestess of the Moon's expression turned serious. She pointed to the area behind the temple and said:
"That staff is fine, it's just an evil weapon, its power depends entirely on how the user wields it; that powerful gem is also fine, it has no will of its own, even if it contains the power to destroy the continental shelf, it still requires the holder to make a firm decision."

The most dangerous thing is that truly divine body!
My Moon Sisters and I have been chanting Elune's scriptures for years to suppress its resurgence. Lady Aegwynn, you did not 'kill' it back then. There is no weapon in this world that can kill it.

It is now just a soulless shell.

But we both know very well that once its owner finds it, a terrifying human form of a god will be resurrected. So, what will you do with it?

This question silenced Aegwynn. The former Guardian had also considered it, and she spoke up:

“I will take Saint Diakum to see it first. Only by seeing its existence with their own eyes can mortals understand our worries.”

"Well, let's go."

The high priest waved his hand and said:

“We will help you persuade your ‘pursuers’ to retreat.”

"No need."

Diakum, who had stood up, waved his hand and said:

"Let them come along. Since they have so much energy they don't know what to do with, and they dare to follow us into the ancient tomb, why not let them use their strength in the right place, as I said, High Priest."

Stormwind needs any reinforcements, from anywhere!
May our Deepsea Mistress, elite Wardens, Suramar's master spies, and Val'sharah's druids be well-prepared for their 'journey'.

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There was a treasure forged from fel steel, infused with fel energy, crafted with the most obscure knowledge from the depths of the Twisting Nether, gathering the wisdom of all the skilled craftsmen in the Burning Legion, and even mixed with a trace of knowledge from other realms, which was ultimately offered up by the Nathrezim.

They hoped that this artifact, which could manipulate space at will, would win them the favor of the Dark Titans.

However, just as the skilled craftsmen of the Dark Iron dwarves painstakingly forged the hottest crown in the world, only to be rejected as too cold by the pointy-headed Ragnaros, Sargeras regarded the treasures offered by the Nathrezim as mere "playthings." The Dark Titans possessed the unique power of the material stars; even the most solid space could not withstand the slash of Goreber the Darkboiler, and Sargeras's speed in traversing the stars far exceeded that of conventional teleportation.

Most importantly, this staff, which the Dark Titan had placed great hopes on, could only withstand a small fraction of His power.
Alas, being too powerful is also a problem. Therefore, this thing was offered as tribute for a long time before Sargeras, with a "sudden inspiration," finally put it to use.

That's right!

In the incident that led to Magna Aegwynn becoming a mother, it was this thing that tore through space and landed on the continent of Northrend, in the human form of Sargeras who inherited a small part of His power.

then
He then passed away.

Only a fragment of one percent of its power remained.

Of course, that failed attempt to capitalize on the situation was also part of President Sa's plan.

“I was too young back then and thought I was invincible. I even dared to challenge the Dark Titan when it was hunting blue dragons. But I eventually paid the price for my arrogance and it also implicated my son.”

With a sigh, Aegwynn took the staff, which exuded the luxurious and corrupt style of the Dreadlord, from the display stand she had sealed herself. With a gentle wave of her hand, adorned with mysterious runes formed from fel flames, she made the three Draenei beside her, who knew nothing about the mysteries of magic, truly feel the lament of the spatial system.

"This thing is less of a teleportation staff and more of a strategic weapon."

If ordinary teleportation is like mages using arcane magic to create a temporary door between two locations, then Sargeras's Scepter is like brutally tearing apart all the gaps between two places.

An ordinary mage might carefully carve a hole in a spatial system with a dagger, but Sargeras's scepter is more like swinging a sledgehammer at a load-bearing wall; such damage is difficult to recover from through the self-restraint of space.

Aegwynn stroked Sargeras's scepter and said to the others:

“Every time it is used, it will destroy the spatial system of a world. After being used too much, it will cause the space of that world to collapse, thus forming a rift connecting the distorted void. In Sargeras’s view, this thing is just a toy.”

But for most of the world, it is a terrifying force of destruction.

It's not that I don't trust you.
"Fine, I'm just worried about you all, so I'll take over the staff for now!"

She said seriously:
"It must be used every few days and cannot be used multiple times in the same place, in order to give the space system that has been brutally damaged time to repair itself. If you need to use it, you should apply in advance."

I don't want to see a massive hole suddenly appear somewhere in the world, leading straight into a distorted void, unleashing millions of demons to devour cities and continents.

"As it should be."

Diakum stared at the staff with wariness and disgust, and said:
"I have no intention of recklessly wielding such dangerous power. It is appropriate to entrust it to a proper archmage. Afterwards, I will have my adopted daughter, Lyran, come to you to learn how to use it. Please make sure you teach her well."

"Are you sure it's the right choice to let Lyran wield such a dangerous staff?"

Irele said with some concern:
"Her random teleportation still impresses me. Sargeras's Scepter can even destroy the world with teleportation. I'm really worried that one day Lyran might accidentally send everyone, along with the world, to the depths of the Sea of ​​No Light."

You'll definitely survive, but we might not.

“Leland is a good child, and Ms. Egwin is a good teacher. They will definitely change each other.”

Diakum waved his hand, not wanting to delve into the topic.

The reason is simple: if Lyran isn't allowed to inherit this staff, are we going to let Margok, that precious material, use it?
The ogre wizard leader is greedy and willing to do anything for power. Who knows what strange and dangerous things its two heads might do with the Scepter of Sargeras when they conspire together?

"And then, this thing!"

Aegwynn, carrying his staff and leaning on Elune, who was grumbling in fear of Sargeras's scepter, took a box the size of a human head from a hidden compartment in the temple and handed it to Diakum. Diakum opened it and looked at the perfectly round spherical crystal inside.

The crystal is filled with the purest evil energy, and...
"A wisp of power from the Dark Titan."

Argus Star Soul commented weakly:
"It's just a 'philosopher's stone' that the Dark Titan carries with him to replenish his power. It's no different from the magic gems created by the Kirin Tor mages, except that it contains a few hundred million more power."

"Yes, it's just a magic stone carried by a true god."

Diakum put the box away and placed it in the Augure Chest. He sighed and said:
"It is only enough for the Dark Titans to replenish some energy when they are tired, but it can destroy any continental shelf of Azeroth, and there is basically no life in the stars that can withstand a full-force attack from this thing."

Eye of Sargeras!

A major problem requiring careful handling, and a supreme magical blade that could turn the tide in a critical moment—so, which lucky one will be fortunate enough to be severely slashed by Sargeras's Philosopher's Stone?

"You two stay here."

Aegwynn said to Nelly and Irelia:
“This is not the place you should go. I’m mainly afraid of scaring you. Besides, the fewer people who know about this thing, the safer it is.”

“No, let Nelly and Irelia see what’s here.”

Diakum waved his hand and said:
“I may be staying in Azeroth for a long time afterward, and your journey ahead is also very difficult, so someone needs to be specifically responsible for handling this ‘hot potato.’ As Lady Deyana said, we can’t just bury it somewhere.”

There must be a completely secure place to suppress it, or to further 'transform' it.

"Ok?"

Aegwynn looked at the Watcher with surprise. As the four walked forward through the enclosed tunnel, Diakum explained:

"That is a divine body forged by the true god to receive his own soul. Although it was born from fel energy, it is a construct made with the most orthodox arcane magic. Only the Titan techniques of the Pantheon can create a powerful construct that can bear the will of the true god."

After the Pantheon was destroyed, such items became extinct.

It can almost be considered a 'mini-Titan,' and its power undoubtedly reaches the level of a 'lesser god.' In fact, Sargeras may have used the same technique to create the corrupted body of the Protector Aggramar."

Following Diakum's description, the four finally arrived at the deepest part of the temple.

Before them stood a golem that was remarkably similar to, but far larger than, the Virgin of Karazhan. It was the pinnacle of Aegwynn's craftsmanship, and the golem known as the "Guardian Maiden" stood guard here, wielding a warhammer.

However, Aegwynn sighed.

The golem she had created herself, which should have been the most orthodox arcane creation, now had half of its body tainted by filthy fel energy.

It was corroded.

Its very duty of guarding it led it into an irredeemable predicament over the centuries.

Yrel gripped her warhammer tightly. She was not afraid to confront such a powerful giant, and was even somewhat eager to try because of the "demon-slaying fanaticism" she inherited from the Vigilantes, but Aegwynn stopped her.

“Handmaid of Courage! Come forward and help me give your sister a dignified farewell.”

At Aegwynn's call, another golem she had created pushed open the heavy door that had been sealed for hundreds of years behind it, and roared as it wielded a greatsword of rock towards its half-fallen sister.

"You all go first. I want to give my creation its final dignity."

Aegwynn gripped the Staff of Elunes the Guardian, and under her guidance, the three of them crossed the battlefield without incident and entered the final sealing chamber.

It was clear that the Guardian had tried his best to seal the thing here with his arcane knowledge, but over the past few hundred years, the fel energy emanating from the colossal object was enough to disable all the equipment here.

"what is that?"

The well-informed Archbishop Nelly stared in astonishment at the creation standing before her, bound by massive chains like a giant suspended on a cross, within the seal.
"Is this the human construct Sargeras used?"

“Yes, a construct that can contain the soul of a Titan. As I just said, its very existence can be regarded as a ‘lesser god’.”

Looking at the colossal creature before him, dead yet still unwilling to rest, Dick said:

"I will send it back to Draenor! Let our engineers, together with the forest elves and their World Tree, rebuild it, cleanse it of all its fel energy, and restore it to purity. I will forge a suit of armor strong enough to withstand the ravages of the fury."

"But who will use it?"

Irelia exclaimed:

"Who else in this sea of ​​stars, besides Sargeras, could drive it?"

"What do you say?"

Diakum stroked the Heart of Argus pinky ring on his finger, and said in his mind:

"Do you like the 'battle armor' I found for you, my lord? You will no longer have to watch us fight against the Burning Legion. You will have your own body, and you can personally take to the battlefield to punish those who have hurt you, and personally wield your sword to protect your suffering sisters."

Of course, this divine body may have other uses while you rest, but it is mainly for your use.

You will not become the annihilated, but you can still wield your power.

Argus remained silent for a long time.

Then He whispered:
“Excellent! I am satisfied with rebuilding it, Diakum. Soon, I will be on the battlefield with my children!”

Ps:

Sargeras's Scepter is as follows:

(End of this chapter)