Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 246, Section 3. Something's not right with you, you raven prophet!

"In the name of the Holy Light, we must grant our valiant brothers the blessing of rest in the flames."

The heavily armored paladin commander, Turalyon, holding a holy book, announced to the warriors before him:
"Marshal Lothar and Archbishop Alonsus Faol have issued a new military order: from this day forward, all the dead of the Kingdom of Stormwind shall depart from this world in the flames of the Holy Light's blessing, and the tradition of burial shall no longer be followed."

The warriors of Goldshire remained silent in the face of this new order.

Unlike the people of Northshire and Stormwind, they did not complain about this, because they had witnessed firsthand how the death knights used necromancy to awaken corpses in their graves. Any rational believer of the Holy Light, after seeing that evil scene, would realize that burning the corpses to ashes was the only way to let the dead rest in peace.

Of course, it is best to have a pastor preside over the cremation and complete the funeral procession at the same time.

Let the Holy Light witness the peace after death, otherwise even an urn is not safe.

Last night, a patrolling soldier was nearly scared to death by a vengeful spirit. If Lieutenant Colonel Windsor hadn't arrived quickly and invoked holy light to repel the malevolent spirit, those unfortunate soldiers would have been drained of their life force.

The most terrifying thing is that those vengeful spirits were the local civilians who died in the gnoll invasion a few days ago!
They lost their remains, but their spirits were still summoned back to the material world through the ashes acting as a medium for spellcasting, and transformed into something even more terrifying because of their resentment.

Guys, there really is something ghostly about Azeroth!

"The training of new pastors must also be put on the agenda as soon as possible."

As he personally presided over the grand cremation ceremony in Goldshire, Commander Turalyon thought to himself:

"Some of the priests in Stormwind became paladins, and the rest were also injured or killed in the battle. The undead are coming on strong, and the Holy Light faction must have priests who can appease the undead."

Perhaps the archbishop should send someone back to the northern frontier?
Recruit more priests from the human kingdoms to support the battle in Stormwind, but the plague...
Alas, the rampant spread of the plague is also a major problem!
Unfortunately, the Stormwind Kingdom's predicament is not yet resolved, and the Archbishop is simply unable to attend to everything.

Even though Turayan, a devout believer, had always been steadfast in his convictions, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly at this moment, thinking about the "one-track mind turning into a double bind" situation on the eastern continent.

The phrase "in turmoil" truly describes the current state of human society. In fact, in the long run, the situation in the North Frontier might be even more dangerous than that in the Stormwind Kingdom. At least they managed to defend their cities in the Stormwind Kingdom, and Marshal Lothar has already begun preparations for a counterattack.

However, if the kings in the northern frontier are even slightly slow to react, they may face annihilation.

After presiding over the ceremony and sealing the urns containing the deceased's ashes with blessed seals, a somewhat tired Turalyon was about to rest when he saw the famous "Giant" Saidan Dathor Khan leading a group of Ash Knights past Goldshire.

Judging from their destination, they are probably heading to Stormwind.

“Saidan, aren’t you guarding Northshire Monastery?”

Turalyon stepped forward and asked a question, and the giant paladin immediately pulled on the reins. The serious and valiant warrior turned to his sworn brother and explained:

"Grand Duke Mograine was really worried about his family staying in the plague-ridden Northlands, so he sent Knights of Fairbanks to bring them over. The other fighting brothers also had families and friends, so after consulting with the Archbishop, we formed a temporary team and returned to the Northlands on a fast ship from Kul Tiras."

Prince Drake will send several Tide Sages to assist us; with their help, we can complete this rendezvous within ten days.

"But the Stormwind Kingdom is still at war!"

Tulayan frowned and said:

"Is it really a good idea to bring the civilians over now?"

“At least the plague can be cured here, Turayan. Look at how the plague ravaged the common people before the Forest Spirit Sages came.”

Dasokhan sighed and said:

"If adults are struggling like this, how can the weaker children possibly survive? Although the plague itself isn't lethal, other illnesses can still claim the lives of children if they become too weak, not to mention..."

The Ash Knight looked around and lowered his voice, saying:
"The mages of Dalaran sent back news yesterday that a cult called 'The Doomsday Prophet' is rapidly sweeping across the northern frontier. It's definitely a devil's trick! We all have fervent faith to resist temptation, but when the weak people are tormented to the point of madness, who can care about anything else?"

The Grand Duke's concerns were valid!

Even though the Kingdom of Stormwind is still at war, believe me, staying in Stormwind is much safer than continuing to stay in the Northlands!

I remember you have a few friends in Lordaeron. Write them a letter, and I'll try my best to bring them over.

Tulayan thought about it and felt that Dasohan's concerns were very reasonable. He also thought about his own previous considerations, so he said to Dasohan:
"When you bring people back this time, you should also recruit some priests. The undead have appeared on a large scale here, so the local area urgently needs a large number of priests to come and take charge, appease the people and purify the wronged souls."

Bishop Benedictus of Lordaeron is my fellow believer and close friend. I am writing to him to ask for his assistance.

But Dasokhan, you should not act openly or cause chaos. The situation in northern Xinjiang is already unstable, and if you attract too much attention, it will only lead to unnecessary trouble.

“I understand! The Grand Duke, who has recently calmed down, has repeatedly emphasized this point. He said that the Northern Frontier is a powder keg right now. If the kings can’t find a way to cure the plague, it will probably explode at any moment.”

Daso Khan nodded.

After Turalyon finished writing a few letters, the Ash Knights set off again.

A second-class Kul Tiran warship was already waiting at the dock. It was a ship personally assigned by Prince Drake, and when fully loaded and not in combat, it could transport at least a thousand people at a time.

The sage master Thomas Zelin personally escorted them, ensuring the knights had a smooth journey.

However, Marshal Losa has a "minor problem" to deal with.

"Can't we stay a few more days?"

Back in Stormwind Keep, Marshal Lothar, looking much better than yesterday and no longer coughing, said "reluctantly" to Diakum and his entourage who were about to embark on their journey:
"Without you here to oversee things, I would really lack confidence."

"The most dangerous moment for Stormwind Kingdom has passed. The fact that the Greenskins failed to take the city means they will have to fight a long war with humans, which is not their forte."

Diakum reassured him:
"The arrival of the Forest Sage will further stabilize the morale of the city, and after the sacred tree is planted, you will also be able to get more reinforcements in the forest."

I have entrusted a Draenor demigod of noble character and passionate heart to oversee you here, and I also believe you have sufficient military capabilities to handle the impending predicament, but our Lord cannot wait much longer.”

The Vigilant stroked his Heart of Argus pinky ring and said:
"I must embark on this journey for a greater purpose, my human friends."

"Besides, you can't expect a sage to fight all the battles for you."

Ireil, carrying a bundle on her back, waved her hand and said:

"Humans are brave! Now, with the blessing of the Holy Light and life, you will surely triumph even against greenskins and death knights. I firmly believe this. When the Dark Portal truly opens, the mighty warriors of Draenor will appear as your reinforcements, and then you can launch your counterattack."

We'll be back around that time too.

Yrel wore a gleaming lion emblem on her breastplate, a hero's medal personally awarded to her by Marshal Lothar. She also changed into a majestic set of dragonbone armor, a reward crafted for warriors by the archmages of Stormwind.

However, Diakum's entourage was indeed small. General Tirazalan had returned to Draenor to continue his duties, Arantien had gone to Kalimdor earlier, and Griselda and Gayala were leading the Mag'har warriors to Desolace to search for Garrosh.

Therefore, only Neri, Yrel, and Rexxar accompanied the Vigilantes to the Silithus desert this time.

Garona originally wanted to go too.

However, she was assigned the task of protecting Lothar, so she had to stay in Stormwind.

"Lyran and Eredas may return soon, and they will bring you that weapon."

As they parted, Dick reminded him:

"Don't hesitate when it's time to unleash it, Lothar. Also, find the White Wolf God's hunting party as soon as possible. If you can persuade them to return to Stormwind, your forces will experience a significant increase."

“I understand.” Lothar stroked the damaged dog tag he had never thrown away and said:
"Once the situation stabilizes, I will personally go to Sunshine Forest. No matter what has become of them, I will definitely bring back the heroes of Stormwind Kingdom."

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In the jungles of Feralas on the continent of Kalimdor, the magnificent and tranquil High Elf city of Eldre'Thalas was passing an uneventful day.

As the administrative capital of the Kaldorei Moon Goddess Kingdom, this city has many administrative departments, and different information is sent here every day, and many orders are issued from here.

The Kaldorei are a race of faith, and their belief in the moon goddess Elune is the foundation of this nation. As a result, this ancient city, which has existed for over 13,000 years, is full of natural charm, with gardens everywhere, almost like a harmonious palace created in a vibrant jungle.

The mighty and ancient War Tree and the Tree of Wisdom will trudge through the streets with heavy steps, while playful tree spirits and jungle guardians will also serve as city security guards. The elven scholars who come here to study will respectfully make way for them.

However, the situation in El Essaras has not been stable recently.

Even after receiving a warning from Cenarion Hold, the Black Raven King immediately ordered a tight defense, but the damned plague had already spread throughout the city.

The reason this place can remain stable is because the Moon Goddess priests protect the spirits of the elves, and the druids have been using life magic to maintain the life force of those infected.

As long as the vitality is sufficient, the plague cannot cause individual elves to weaken rapidly. In addition, timely prevention and isolation of patients will prevent the city from entering a vicious cycle of population degeneration.

But this is just appearance.

"Your Majesty, the plague has spread to Ashenvale, Darkshore, Stonetalon Mountains, Desolace, and even Mount Hyjal. In towns where druids are scarce, many people have fallen into painful weakness."

Local governors are pleading for help, but we really don't have enough druids left.

Master Latusius, the honorary commander of the Moon Guard and a courtier of the Black Raven King, reported to His Majesty with a helpless tone:
"We contacted Mount Hyjal and Moonport, and although the Emerald Heart and his archdruids have tried their best to awaken the druids who have been sleeping in the dream for many years, and even mobilized the druids guarding Val'sharah to the homeland, it is still far from enough to cover every one of our cities."

Worst of all, Razorfen Downs was also ravaged by a demonic plague, and in Northrend's Rageclaw Temple, there were even horrific incidents of priests degenerating into savage bearmen and injuring people everywhere.

Our ancient allies have appealed to us for help, but we have no solution.

Master Arandion, who returned from the Star Sea, conveyed a warning to us from the Star Hunters and the Draenor clans: the Demon Plague is an evil trick of the demons, and this absolutely cannot continue!

We cannot allow this evil force to weaken our ancient covenant.

This dutiful archmage was an upper elf with a terrible wound on his neck, a result of a demon's sneak attack during the War of the Ancients that nearly cost him his life.

But he persevered in the end, which can be considered a small ripple in fate that allowed a soul that should have died to persist until now.

Just like the Black Crow King to whom he served, it was a miracle shaped by a turning point in fate.

"Lathou, I don't need you to keep telling me how dangerous things are. I need a solution! The druids have identified this as a plague of fel energy and life force, so they should come up with an effective solution."

I trust Malfurion's integrity in this regard; let's not put too much pressure on him.

The Black Crow King frowned deeply.

Although the blessing of the sacred tree Nordrassil granted him immortality, his haggard appearance indicated that this leader had been suffering greatly during this period. Although he had not yet been corrupted by the demonic plague, having fought in the War of the Ancients and served as a leader for millennia, he understood all too well the precarious situation he was in.

He looked at the letters requesting help laid out on the table, and while rubbing his forehead in thought, he said:

"If I'm not mistaken, the fallen elves, led by Sat, have become active again recently?"

"Yes, their stronghold is in Felwood. The bear-men of Timbermaw Hold are monitoring them, but the bear-men are also infected by the demonic plague, making it difficult to get firsthand information. It is certain that not only in Felwood, but also in Ashenvale and Winterspring, there have been traces of demon worship activities."

Lattus said seriously:

"The Moon Guardians detected a corrupted ritual in those traces; some of their people, afflicted by the plague, have been lured by demons into embracing fel energy."

An undercurrent is brewing, Your Majesty.

Not only in the Kaldorei realm, but according to our informants, the Highborne in the Broken Isles also seem to be infected with the magical plague. Quel'Thalas, however, has no similar reports so far because of the magical Reno Bantiar barrier that can filter magic.

But the fact that the Phoenix Dynasty would actively activate that incredibly energy-consuming barrier already speaks volumes.

"crash"

The sound of flapping wings interrupted the report, causing the Black Crow King and his courtiers to look up simultaneously.

Both were heroes who had experienced the ancient war, so their faces showed no fear. At the command of Master Lathou, who held his magic wand, the elite Black Raven Guards rushed into the hall and surrounded the mysterious visitor.

As the ravens circled and their feathers dissipated, a female spellcaster draped in a black cloak and holding a magnificent staff appeared before the Black Raven King, surrounded by black feathers.

The eyes beneath the hood gazed at the leader of the anti-demon alliance from ten thousand years ago. The latter remained calm and composed in the face of danger, his hand resting on his majestic dragon-forged battle sword, looking at the newcomer with a curious and scrutinizing gaze.

Considering that further delay might alert troublesome figures in the city, she said concisely:
"The cure for the plague has arrived in Azeroth, in the forests of Stormwind Kingdom. Please send your druids to retrieve and learn it as soon as possible."

Furthermore, your missing Watchers are currently in that human city. Having experienced an embrace and inspiration from history, they have decided to stay there to fight the vanguard against the demons. But I, the 'prophet' forced to appear here in this form, do not only bring you good news.

A saint from a foreign land is coming to your country.

He will assist the Kingdom of Kaldorei in resolving their ancient enemies from a thousand years ago, and bring true 'enlightenment' to the elves in that deep darkness.

Where did you come from, and where are you going?

If you are interested in this answer, then please travel to the eternal sands of Silithus at the appropriate time. The saint of light awaits your meeting, Your Majesty, King of the Black Ravens.

“You appeared in my palace as a ‘prophet,’ piquing my interest, but then left with only a few clues. Can I consider this a trap to lure me to a dangerous place?”
Demons did this in ancient times, and if it weren't for the timely appearance of the brave Illidan, that gullibility would have cost me my life.

The Black Crow King said coldly:

"Please stay a moment longer. It would be impolite of us Kaldorei to leave after traveling so far without being properly entertained."

"buzz"

The moon guards outside the palace completed their spell, instantly locking down the entire palace's spatial system.

A jungle guardian demigod, bearing a striking resemblance to Cenarius the Defiler, arrived in a dream and blocked the palace exit. Several raptor archdruids were already circling in the sky, and Aegwynn could feel himself being targeted by at least seven assassination arrows.

Now there's really no escape.

As expected of the Kaldorei capital, what human kingdom can compare to its speed of response?

But Aegwynn just chuckled in response to the invitation.

She reached up and pulled her hood down, and with a malicious shout of "Give the donkey ears a big surprise!" from her staff, Aegwynn waved her hand and took out something wrapped in mage-weave silk from her back.

"boom"

Sargeras's scepter struck the ground, and the space-based blockade guarded by the moon shattered instantly.

Amidst the blood-spitting wails of the guards outside the palace, Aegwynn shrugged and said:
"Either I leave alone, or I leave with the entirety of El Rethras. Your Majesty, the choice is yours!"

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