Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 240, Section 63: Narukara's "Don't Cry" Challenge - (Bonus Chapter for "Huo Zheng Ting Hao" Brothers [55])
"Uh, I suddenly feel like something terrible is talking about me?"

Diakum's first words upon re-entering the Temple of Karabor made Old Man Hatton, who had come to greet him, burst into laughter. The Grand Archon chuckled and stepped forward to give his son a big hug.

He was cured of the plague, but the damned disease left his father, the governor, with some hidden dangers, making him less healthy than before and causing him to walk with a slight hunchback. However, he was still vigorous and seemed capable of living for at least tens of thousands more years.

"It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back."

The old man patted Diakum's shoulder with satisfaction and whispered:
"It's best not to send that kind of terrifying 'thing' home again. A few days ago, Velen almost had a heart attack when he saw 'Him'. He has been trying his best to purify it these past few days, but unfortunately, the results have been minimal."

Hmm, who is this little kid?

Grand Consul Hatton looked down at Varian Wrynn with a benevolent smile, his posture suggesting he might pull a handful of candy from his pocket at any moment.

The old man just loves children, there's nothing you can do about it.

Dick briefly explained the situation in Stormwind Kingdom to his father, the governor. Hatton's expression turned serious upon hearing that the plague had begun to spread globally.

他 说:

"It just so happens that the leader of the Forest Spirits is with His Majesty the World Tree, Tayara. Let's go together. This matter requires the Forest Spirits' help; only they have the ability to spread the healing method to all parts of the New World in a short time."

Meetings with the other leaders of the K'uree Alliance will have to wait, as Draenor is in chaos and each faction has its own hidden dangers that need to be addressed.

I will have a messenger deliver the invitation, and a meeting of the alliance can be held no later than tomorrow morning.

"Wait a moment, Grand Consul."

Archbishop Nelly pointed to the crates at her feet and said:

“We have something to give to His Majesty Kara for review, but it won’t take long. You can go to the World Tree first and have the High Prophet prepare to receive the envoy.”

"Too."

Hatton noticed Nelly's meaningful glance.

He immediately realized that the "matter" that Velen was currently in charge of could not be known to irrelevant people. Considering that the "thing" was currently suppressed under the World Tree, it was indeed necessary to deal with it in advance before the guests arrived.

Watching the kind-looking Grand Consul depart, Varian, now holding a handful of Draenei candies, said to Diakum with a mixture of helplessness and amusement:

"Is this your adoptive father? He seems very approachable."

"Haha, if you had ever seen Grand Consul Hatton go to the battlefield and summon living fire to melt the city, you would know how ridiculous your assessment is."

Iriel reached for a candy, unwrapped it, popped it into her mouth, and said to Varian:

"That was our Draenei's toughest leader. Before the Saint Diakum awoke, he was the one who commanded our military forces."

go!
Let me show you around the Temple of Karabor first!

I'll also go see Samara; it's been so long since I've seen her.

It's a pity Shattrath City was destroyed and is being rebuilt now, otherwise you would definitely see an otherworldly city even more magnificent than Stormwind.

"The architectural style of the Karabor Temple has truly opened my eyes, Lady Yrel."

Khadgar leaned on his yew staff, looking left and right, finding everything new and fascinating.

In particular, the Arcane Crystal Towers placed throughout the city by the Draenei, those energy towers wreathed in arcane lightning, give this city, filled with domes and jewel embellishments, a futuristic feel.

"Go ahead, follow Irelia and wander around the city."

Diakum patted Varian on the shoulder and said:

"You probably didn't eat anything this morning, so go and try some otherworldly flavors. While you're at it, ask Archbishop Akama to arrange a room for you. You'll be staying here for a long time, so it's good to get used to it beforehand."

We'll meet here three hours later and head to the Tanaan Jungle to pay homage to the World Tree, Tayala.

He pointed to the towering, enormous tree to the north and emphasized to Khadgar and Varian:

“That’s the sacred land of the forest spirits! The forest spirits have their own unique set of rules. Let Iriel teach you, so that you don’t offend their traditions when you go there.”

"Otherworldly tree, towering to the heavens; its deviated path is awe-inspiring; the mystery of its wildness is revealed here; Nordrassil's otherworldly counterpart. Incredible, truly incredible."

The Cenarion Druids who came with the group had no interest in sightseeing in the city. As soon as they arrived, they were drawn to the World Tree. The Archdruid Master Elerether Lefral, who was leading the group, was so excited that his fingers were trembling.

However, because the followers of the god Kangzu had a unique way of expressing themselves, they were not good at "diplomacy," so the druids' communication with others was handled by the black-haired female elf Hissali Black Raven.

The young elf with the raptor druid battle markings on her face was also excited, but she knew that she needed permission to act in someone else's world, so she turned and bowed to Diakum, saying softly:
"Can we?"

"Of course, I brought you here so that you could exchange your natural insights with the forest spirit and learn how to control degenerate spores."

The vigilant said softly:

"I hope you can learn it as soon as possible, otherwise it will be difficult to cure the plague spreading in Azeroth faster by relying solely on the forest spirits."

"Our world may be small, but it is a place blessed by the Force of Life, a paradise for druids."

The tall and strong Rexxar was quite friendly to this group of "otherworldly companions," and this aloof giant took the initiative to say:

"I am the 'Wildheart' druid, enlightened by the Father of Everlasting. I will lead you to pay homage to the World Tree, but please do not yet convey your natural way to the Forest Spirit Sage."

He paused, then reminded him:

"'Harmonious nature' and 'wild nature' are in conflict to some extent, and forest spirits are generally very extreme."

"This is the 'Sprout of Nordrassil,' a natural relic of Azeroth."

Archdruid Elerither took a jade sprout from his robes and handed it to Rexxar, saying solemnly:

"To make friends, first show sincerity; then we can discuss doctrine through your message."

"So good."

Seeing the Cenarion Circle druids in such a state, Rexxar was immediately relieved.

Even the wildest forest spirit knows not to hit a smiling face. With a sacred object representing another natural doctrine paving the way, this discussion of doctrine will surely be more harmonious.

He leaped into the air and transformed into a giant raven clad in wooden armor, leading a flock of storm ravens behind him as they flew majestically toward the World Tree. Meanwhile, Dick, along with Nellie and two dragons, escorted the "goods" to the sacred grounds of the Aldor priest district.

After many days, Her Majesty Kara continued to rotate gently as always.

Its incomplete body looks a bit strange and imperfect, but that is precisely what proves its nobility.

When Diakum returned, Carla sang a joyful welcome song, shining her warm glow upon the guests.

"Wow! A living Naaru! The source of Ashbringer!"

Chromie was extremely excited. As she walked, she frantically took notes on her floating book. She was a very good sketch artist, so she drew the scene of her first meeting with Her Majesty Kara.

As a Bronze Dragon, she was well aware of the tragic end of the Kara in the official history. Now, witnessing the fruits of her destiny's transformation, she felt not only excitement but also a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing both excitement and reflection). The Kara who died could only forge one Ashbringer, but now that Her Majesty Kara was alive, she could even have Diakum give away the materials used to forge Ashbringer as gifts.

Is this the generous loot dropped after defeating the big boss "Fate"?
That's so generous!

"Wow, such an amazing energy aggregate, a true mythical creature! As noble as our guardian dragons, no, it was born directly from the primordial light, even more noble than the guardian dragons, it's so beautiful."

Even the usually low-spirited Teregosa became excited upon seeing the Naaru.

As a blue dragon, she was particularly sensitive to the flow of energy and naturally understood the noble origins of the Naaru better than mortals.

Naru also enjoys being praised.

Especially this heartfelt praise, so Kara bestowed her blessing upon the two dragon Naaru with her ethereal song, allowing them to understand her language.

"You're going to have to go through all this trouble again, my friend."

Dick opened the crate at his feet.

Onyxia had already woken up the moment she crossed the world, but she was very weak. When she suddenly saw the light, she immediately covered her eyes. Then, the desperate black dragon princess saw the holy light Naaru floating in front of her.

Although she didn't know what this damned otherworldly saint wanted to do to her, it certainly wasn't to have this sacred object heal the darkness and depravity that originated from the source of her bloodline. Perhaps it was to make this powerful crystal monster her "executioner," just like the "burning witches" prevalent in the ignorant mountains of Kul Tiras.

The threat to her life drove the Black Dragon Princess to attempt a desperate last stand.

With a roar, she transformed into her true form as a black dragon, spewing shadow flames at the front of her before turning and running away. Chromie slipped to a nearby pillar to hide, but Tyreggosa, who had been timid ever since losing the power of the Guardian Dragon, was unusually brave at this moment.

She roared and reverted to her blue dragon form. Unable to use magic, she engaged in melee combat, charging forward with incredible ferocity and swatting the weakened Onyxia back to the Naaru's mount with a single claw.

The golden light transformed into chains amidst the Naaru's stern condemnation, binding the Black Dragon Princess's body, and then, under the suppression of holy light, forced her to humiliatingly prostrate herself on the ground.

The Shadowflame was completely absorbed by Diakum wielding the Twilight Hammer; it didn't harm a single person.

"The depravity has reached its peak."

Narukara spoke sternly, saying:
"Since her bloodline was corrupted, she is innocent, yet not entirely innocent. Her spiritual weakness prevented her from resisting, allowing the Sea of ​​No Light to transform her into her current vicious form. Her flesh and blood are covered in the poison of the void; if she were to be forged into light in this state, she would surely die!"

"What if I use the power of the Void to reshape Onyxia's flesh and blood back to its pure state?"

Diakum asked:
"The most famous Void power, the 'Curse of Flesh,' can reshape physical bodies. I intend to use it as the final step in my trial of the Twin Paths of Light and Shadow. After I have mastered the in-depth use of this Void power, I will begin the final trial and return myself to the Holy Light."

“It’s dangerous, Diakum, but theoretically feasible.” Narukara spun gently, and to the ethereal strains of the hymn, it said:
"However, your trial of light and shadow is about to enter the deep waters. To come into contact with the 'Curse of Flesh' means you will have to step into the deeper shadows, and even directly touch the veins of the void's primal force. Are you sure you can hold on to the light in the darkness?"

"I seek the light, not to cling to the past."

Diakum said to Kara:

"To be precise, I am shaping my own light. My previous loss in the light was because I regarded the will of the Holy Light as my pursuit, which was clearly a misunderstanding."

The primordial light also hopes that I can uphold my own righteousness and expand in the light, and that I can create my own light in the darkness in order to resist the invasion of darkness.

I am ready and have a plan.

In my next mission, I will attempt to 'purify' this dangerous black dragon princess, and when I return, I will begin the process of lightforging her!
The issue of the guardian dragons is directly related to the noble Star Soul, therefore we must do everything in our power. The other dragons are manageable, but the black dragons have become too deeply corrupted by the void; they need to find another way.

"Ah."

Kara responded:
"If that's the case, then I will do my utmost, or you can come in person after you advance to demigod."

"Should we still save her? Can't we just use Lightforged Soul and let me watch a black dragon vanish into thin air before my very eyes?"

Teregosa, in the form of a dragon, crouched before the Naaru and said with great regret:

"There's no point in saving a villain like Black Dragon. A dead Black Dragon is a good Black Dragon!"

There's no need to go to such extremes.

Dick glanced back at the large blue female dragon and reminded her:

"You and Chromie will accompany you on the journey to pay homage to the Star Soul. If you are lucky, Lady Teregosa, you may become the first blue dragon to return to its mother's embrace."

"My mother died in the War of the Ancients, killed by Deathwing."

Teregosa replied coldly.

She clearly didn't understand Diakum's meaning, and the Watcher didn't explain either.

Although the Black Dragon Princess was undergoing lightforging, the Void power within her body needed Kara's deep purification to keep her "well-behaved" for a long time to come. Soon, the mournful cries of the Black Dragon echoed throughout this sacred land.

The scorching holy light merged into her body, clearing away the power of shadow, causing Onyxia to struggle like a poor young person having cupping therapy for the first time.

She cursed the Vigilante, this evil follower of the Holy Light, with fervor that Teregosa found incredibly satisfying.

In Blue Dragon's view, the villainous Black Dragon deserves to be severely punished as he is now.

After the purification was completed, the miserable black dragon was radiating intense heat, like roasting meat. Her shadow power was completely cleansed, and she could no longer use Shadowflame. She was then escorted away by Teregosa, who had volunteered to become a "jailer".

The Draenei artisans will create a suppression device for the Black Dragon Princess to allow her to maintain her human form for an extended period.

After Chromie's dragon troupe left, Kara finally got down to business with Dick:

“I used Velen’s Holy Light to examine the items you and Lady Aegwynn sent, but ‘He’ is of such a high grade that it is the most outstanding construct in the Star Sea, and I, a Naaru, am simply unable to complete its refinement.”

To purify 'He' to the point where he can be temporarily used by the Star Soul Lord, at least four Naaru would need to work together.

"Then contact other Eredar clans!"

The guard looked up and said:

"Through your connections with the other Naaru, Elder Velen will persuade those clans that remain close to us and can still travel through the stars to Draenor and participate in this great undertaking."

Now that we have decided to end our exile and begin our return to our homeland, other clans also have the right and obligation to participate. Most importantly, more fragments of the Argus Lord's Star Soul need to be extracted to restore Him to a state where He can fight independently.

According to my estimate, I need to have at least 100,000 nodes on my body.

But this matter must never be known to the Holy Light Legion.

He looked at Kara and said:

"Do you understand why?"

"of course."

The Naaru, guardian of the Draenei clan, sighed and spoke in the light:
"If even a mild-mannered person like Velen thinks the Holy Light Legion's recent actions have been too extreme, then once they know that we have a 'lesser god' construct, Zera's fanatical subordinates will definitely demand that we include it in the Holy Light Legion's order of battle."

But He should assume a more sacred duty, rather than simply being used for destruction.

I will contact my friend Mida and invite the 'Mystic Sages' clan, which it shelters, to come to Draenor.

Furthermore, I know that several Naaru in the vanguard fleet of the Legion of Light heading to Azeroth are also moderates like myself, and they can also participate.

However, it may take some time for their small fleet to arrive in Azeroth; you'll have to wait patiently.

Also, there's one more thing, Diakum.

I previously said that to thank you and the others for bringing me back from the temptation of the Sea of ​​Light, I wanted to give you a gift.

Now, as you are about to step into deeper darkness to find your own light, and I, having recovered from my rest, am ready to offer you my gift.

Kara sang softly, and under Diakum's gaze, three golden star-shaped crystals, resembling a crown, floated down from the Naru's head and hovered in front of Dick.

He looked at Kara in surprise, and the benevolent Naru, who had once again given up a part of his body, explained:

"Your transformation into a 'People of Light' like us has reached a critical moment. If you accept these crystals, it will advance your transformation process to near completion."

Because I once lost my way in the darkness and returned to the light, these crystal crowns, imbued with my understanding of the 'twins of light and darkness,' will help you better resist the temptations from the Sea of ​​No Light. However, I don't know if it's a good thing to assist you, a believer who once lost his way in the light, in becoming a 'humanoid Naaru.'

Therefore, I'm giving you the choice!

"My predecessor Rula gave you a body sculpted from light, my friend Kure gave you a heart of holy light, and I bestow these three 'Crowns of Light' upon you. Use them when you need help in the darkness."

Thank you for your gift.

Diakum did not refuse; he reached out and grasped the three Crown of Light crystals in his hand, saying:

"This means a lot to me."

“You can no longer give gifts to others, Your Majesty Kara.”

Nelly sighed and said:
“Your body is now incomplete, like a crippled and bald Naaru. If other clans saw this, they would think that our Draenei clan was abusing you.”

"My gift is insignificant compared to Diakum's dedication to the Holy Light."

Kara laughed and said:

"So, what other interesting things happened during your travels in Azeroth?"

When the question was asked, Nelly and Diakum exchanged a glance.

Amidst the archbishop's helpless sigh, the vigilant touched his nose, somewhat embarrassed, and said:
“My chosen ones, Yrel, have been shaped by some 'malicious' accident of fate into a strange elven clan that is already on the path to conversion to the Holy Light.”

"This is a good thing!"

Kara said happily:

"The more companions on the path of the Holy Light, the better. So, how did that elven clan, which was shaped into a powerful force, come to understand the Holy Light?"

"Uh, they eat the Holy Light."

To be precise, their bodies, highly corrupted by magic, could no longer sustain themselves through normal eating. After being drawn into the light, they could only feed on holy light to ensure their survival.

"???"

The rotation of the Light Naaru paused in confusion at this moment.

Although Kara didn't have a living face, even Neli, who was covering her eyes, could sense Naru's bewilderment.

"Those who eat light are truly incomprehensible."

Several seconds later, Kara started spinning again, and she said to Diakum earnestly:

“You need to teach your constituents well, Diakum. The Holy Light can tolerate some minor accidents caused by young people’s good intentions, but... you know what I mean.”

"Yeah, I understand."

Dick made his assurance in a heavy tone, much like those miserable parents who were called to school because their children were disobedient.

“In the name of Yrel’s mentor, the third-highest ruler of the Draenei clan, and that child’s ‘Guardian of the Path,’ I guarantee that the same thing will never happen again!”

Diakum made his assurance with a hint of murderous intent.

This is just like those parents who make promises to teachers because their children are disobedient. If this were in any other story, Irele would definitely be getting a "Seven Wolves Meal" today.

Well, all I can say is, thank you for the Holy Light.

(End of this chapter)