Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 25 25. Doomsday Alarm Bell·Prophecy This thing is really useful!

"So I chiseled it?"

"Chisel it."

"I really got it!"

".You chisel, it's okay."

"Well, why don't you do it? Young people are strong and fearless, and they are immune to all evil. But an old man like me is a little scared."

"I'll do it, I'll do it!"

This weird conversation happened right next to Dick's ear, and the brigadier general turned around unable to complain, and saw Governor Hatton and his adopted son Jaid "modestly" giving way to the chisels in their hands.

It is the tool used by stonemasons and jewelers to make a living, and can use the sharp end to chisel the raw gemstones from the stone.

Governor Hatton is not only a powerful legendary shaman, a powerful regional governor, and a good father to the orphans of the grassland, but also a "versatile" person like other Eredar who have experienced a long time.

He is also a skilled jeweler, which is an innate talent of the Eredar.

But facing the huge sacred stone in front of him, Governor Hatton did not dare to make the first chisel. Although Dick told him the preliminary plan and what these sacred stones would be used for, based on the ancient shaman tradition and respect for history, it was really difficult for him to convince himself to destroy the ancient sacred objects of the Eredar personally.

After all, the four oldest elemental forces in the world of Argus are watching. If I anger them with this chisel, I, as a shaman, will be in trouble.

The cunning old man planned to give this "honor" to his promising adopted son, but the fierce chief cavalry captain Jaid snorted, took the chisel from his adoptive father, took a deep breath and pretended to chisel it down.

Unfortunately, it was not completed in the end.

He is also afraid.

And it's not just fear.

The most formidable rider on the Krokuun Grasslands sighed and reached out to touch the sacred stone before him, a natural creation of ancient elements. Its smooth surface resembled the finest crystal ore, its silky texture alone inviting pity.

Jaid could not communicate with the World Soul through touch, but he could also feel the greatness of the power connected to this sacred stone.

It was the Soul of the World that gave the Eredar the possibility of birth. To round it off, the holy stone in front of us is the "ancestor" of all Eredar.

"If this gets broken, I'm afraid I'll be punished by God."

The pure grassland boy sighed and returned the chisel tool to Governor Hatton. The father and son just stared at each other. Everyone else around was watching, but no one went up to help. Even the five brave boys had no intention of getting involved at this moment.

Obviously, destroying the sacred stone brought them too much mental pressure, and even just thinking about it felt like blasphemy.

Finally, Dick couldn't bear it anymore.

Time is so precious. I really don’t have time to leave you to continue to build up your mental strength.

He stood up, picked up his jeweled hammer and walked forward. He swung it silently and smashed it on the holy stone in front of him with a clang. Although this thing was precious, it was not actually strong. Under Dick's strong strength, crystal-like gravel immediately flew everywhere.

"Quick! Pick them up, don't miss even the smallest piece."

Governor Hatton shouted like the excited A Kun, bent down to pick up a few irregular pieces of gravel, and carefully blew away the dust on them. Others also found the flying fragments and handed them back.

Dick reached out and took out the smallest piece, looked at it in front of his eyes, then reached out and broke it into two pieces, making the pieces the size of a fingernail.

He picked up the thing and shook it before Governor Hatton, and asked:

"Governor, if we use this standard to make pendants, how many pieces of jewelry can we make if we use up all of this holy stone?"

"There are definitely tens of thousands of them. If every fragment can be used properly, the number could even reach over a hundred thousand."

Governor Hatton compared the two with the rigor of a jeweler, saying:

"But Krokuun doesn't have that many jewelers. Even if we count the apprentices, it would take at least several years, or even more than ten years, to create so many pendants and rings with constant polishing every day."

"What about removing all decoration? Just combine them in the simplest way with crude jewelry frames."

Dick pressed on:
"Avoid any unnecessary repairs, just make sure they won't be damaged by wear and combat."

"That would certainly greatly increase the production speed, but this is a divine artifact after all. If it's too shabby, it would only make our Eredar craftsmanship look inferior."

Governor Hatton felt a little awkward, but he finally sighed and said:

"I understand what you mean, Diakum. I will try to make a sample first, but you must also send this information back to the Archon's Seat as soon as possible.

Whether it's the search for the Holy Stone, the confirmation of the existence of the World Soul, or the foresight of danger bestowed by the Star Soul as you mentioned, these are not things that you, a Brigadier General, and I, a Governor, can decide privately.

If it concerns the future of all eredar, then the two Archons must be the first to know."

"Captain Nellie has already gone to do it."

Dick said:
"We also have our own things to do before we wait for the arrival of Lords Velen and Kil'jaeden."

He turned around and said to the five little strong men:

"Grab your chisels and tools and help the Governor carve out fragments of the sacred stone of suitable size. Jewelcrafting is a talent etched in the blood and bones of the Eredar, and you can all do it well. Jaid, my brother, you will make the arduous journey to Castle Nathrax. Bring the castle's craftsmen and tools and return as quickly as possible."

"it is good!"

Jaid, holding an exquisite whip, responded, and then said helplessly:
"But you know, Dick, this ridge is impassable to ordinary people. The elements protect it."

"No, Jaid."

Dick glanced at the broken holy stone behind him and said:

"The Star Soul has given us the power and glory to resist. The ancient elements will become our companions and helpers. They will no longer stand in the way of any warriors with fighting spirit, and will even generously share their power with us.

If you've decided to follow our father and become a shaman serving the elements, now is the time.

Just pray, and the elements will respond!
They, and we, should know that time is running out to prepare for this war."

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In the distant Mac'Aree region, at dusk in the Archon's Seat, Velen, having finished his duties, was attending a spontaneous gathering of believers at the Temple of the Naaru with his son. Disguised as an ordinary person through magic, the Archon enjoyed being with his people and sharing their faith, and his son enjoyed it as well.

This child inherited the innate wisdom of the Grand Archon, and was also strong and healthy because he had been learning martial arts from his "adoptive father" Commander Kil'jaeden since he was a child.

He is very sensible.

He knew that his father was very busy every day, so he cherished the free time he had with his father.

Although he was not yet an adult and was not particularly interested in the Holy Light Doctrine, seeing his father earnestly sharing his insights with fellow believers, the teenager pretended to be very interested and listened.

However, compared to these boring and profound doctrinal exchanges, he actually preferred listening to his father's fellow believers sharing stories about the Holy Light Warriors.

For example, the most popular storyline nowadays is "The Warriors of Holy Light Sweep Away the Cultists and Demons."

The protagonists are Brigadier General Malderan and Brigadier General Diakhem. In order to facilitate publicity, the priests made a magical change to the story to make it more popular.

Anyway, if Dick heard this story, he would probably ask how old his colleague, who was so brave and powerful as the Holy Light and could fight against demons, was now, why he had such a high title and where he worked. Maybe they had worked together before?
Weiren's eldest son was very excited when listening to the story.

He clenched his fists and immersed himself completely in the exciting demon-slaying story. In his mind, he had already begun to imagine the glorious days when he would grow up and follow in the footsteps of his adoptive father, Commander Kil'jaeden, to become the most outstanding garrison commander.

Velen, once an outstanding arcanist, certainly noticed his son's actions, but he did not see anything wrong in giving his children a heroic education.

After all, those stories are adapted from facts, which is part of social propaganda.

Patriotic education must be carried out and must not be relaxed at any time!

The Eredar officials, who had experienced the chaotic early days of the Second Coalition, clearly understood this principle.

However, just when Velen was about to take his son to visit the Naaru in the temple, a series of unclear illusions suddenly flashed before his eyes.

The illusion was so intense that Vilen almost lost control of his body for a moment. He sat down on the chair panting, which immediately alarmed his eldest son.

As the son of a prophet, he knew from childhood that his father had the ability to predict the future. Seeing his father's eyes closed, the little guy immediately waved to the guards not far away and asked them to escort his father to a quiet place.

This is a common custom among all the prophets.

They can predict the future in various ways, but those illusions only represent what may happen in the future. They are just "possibilities" and not the facts themselves.

The difference between an outstanding prophet and a third-rate charlatan is that the prophets have the ability to screen out the most likely things from true and false images through a series of decisions and organize them into prophecies that can be interpreted by others.

If all future possibilities are adopted without distinguishing between true and false, then the work of this "prophet" is basically over.

The guards helped the Archon out of the meeting area without alerting others. Ms. Isana, the high priestess of the Naaru Temple, also hurried over to send the Archon to her meditation room.

But Viren stopped them.

At this moment, he was still troubled by various illusions and whispered:

"This prophecy is different. I need to complete it in front of the Atama Crystal! I can sense that something important and dangerous is about to happen.

Call my brothers over!

He must know this prophecy first."

"As ordered!"

The loyal guards immediately split into two teams.

One team escorted the prophet back to the secret chamber of the Archon's Seat, where the ancient relic of the Eredar, the Ata'mal Crystal, was hidden, while the other team rode on flying rays to find Commander Kil'jaeden and inform him of the news.

The commander should be honing his martial arts skills in the training grounds right now.

His life was quite dull and he was not interested in women and did not enjoy much, so many of his guards believed that Commander Kil'jaeden's only pleasure was to spend time with his brother Velen, and the rest of his enthusiasm was all selflessly given to the people he loved.

Soon, Velen was sent to the Holy Relic Chamber.

He rubbed his forehead and tried to endure the mental pressure brought by the flickering illusions. He leaned on his holy staff and walked to the strange seven-colored crystal placed in the core of the holy relic hall.

The shape of this thing is quite simple, just like an unpolished piece of raw ore.

It consists of seven clusters of crystals of different colors, forming a beautiful golden ratio and symmetry. These clusters don't appear exaggerated or cheap; instead, they reflect a different spectrum of light from every angle. Kil'jaeden once remarked that this object resembled a crown.
But the story of the Ata'ma Crystal is still a bit obscure in this day and age. For example, the first wizard Augure found it in the mountains of Mac'Aree and used it to tame the elemental power of ancient times. But apart from Augure, later arcanists had no idea how to use it.

All methods were tried, but the Atama Crystal remained unmoved.

Until one day a thousand years ago, Velen accidentally activated the crystal under the guidance of prophecy. The brilliant beam of light shot straight into the sky and lasted for seven days and nights. When its light dissipated, two Naaru came to the world of Argus in the shining holy light and stayed there to teach the enlightenment of the holy light to the Eredar.

According to the Naaru, the Atama Crystal is related to their race.

But they cannot be sure whether this crystal comes from those ancient and powerful original Naaru. The only thing that is certain is that the potential of the Atama Crystal has not been fully released, and this crystal can still do greater things.

The reason why Velen came to the holy crystal to complete the prophecy was because this crystal had the unique ability to amplify the prophecy.

When he was next to the crystal, the chaotic illusions in Velen's mind were quickly sorted out, helping him to sort and interpret these illusions.

For the prophet, a profession that is quite particular about metaphysics, the Atama crystal is indeed an absolutely rare aid.

When Kil'jaeden arrived here in his ceremonial armor, Velen's prophecy in the Holy Relic Hall had lasted for a full hour, but there was still no sign of it ending.

This made Kil'jaeden, who had been with Velen for thousands of years, realize that today's prophecy was extraordinary.

As the most outstanding prophet ever born in the history of the Eredar, although Velen would spend a long time deciphering and interpreting the prophecy, it was rare for the first stage of perception to take so long to complete.

This may be a "great prophecy" that will affect the future of the Eredar civilization, just like the plague that swept the world that the two of them encountered thousands of years ago.

This made Kil'jaeden somewhat uneasy.

He reached out and touched the forehead of Weiren Haoer, who was also worried, then pushed open the door of the Holy Relic Hall, signaling others to stay there, and he went to check on Weiren.

The scene in the Holy Relic Hall at this moment was beyond Kil'jaeden's expectations.

Velen sat before the Ata'mal crystal. He reached out and touched the relic. The strange light projected what he saw and heard in an illusory way, like a badly edited movie. Kil'jaeden looked up and saw the illusions that were bothering his brother.

He saw endless demons marching in a world that had been corroded into a dark green magma hell.

He saw the burning giant moving across the sea of stars.

He saw the surface of Argus set on fire, and countless Eredar were burned to death in despair.

Finally, he saw himself
A red monster-like him sat on the gloomy skull throne. His body, covered with fel blisters and scars, had transformed into a true demon. The wings behind him folded like ferocious bat wings, and his monster-like claws gently tapped the scorching throne.

And in front of him, countless of his tribesmen who had become the Fallen Manari were fanatically calling out his name.

"Deceitful!"

They shouted in unison.

It was like a devilish sound formed by millions of voices coming together and piercing the ears.

"No"

This scene traumatized Kil'jaeden.

He was a determined fighter, but after seeing with his own eyes a certain possibility of his future, he also felt a sense of absurdity and anger.

That monster that dominates destruction can't be him!
"what!"

Velen also screamed at this time, causing Kil'jaeden to immediately step forward and support his brother whose eyes were bleeding.

Before he could ask, the two saw the illusions on the Atama Crystal converge into one place, and a dark and huge figure like the God of Destruction suddenly appeared, as if it had swallowed up all the light at this moment, standing in front of them and casting a gloomy shadow on them.

Against the backdrop of the blazing evil fire, they couldn't even see the face and body of the horrifying being. They could only see a pair of eyes filled with cruelty and destruction but extremely determined.

They saw Him through prophecy, and He saw them.

Argus

A deep voice sounded from within the illusion.

The moment the voice echoed, Kil'jaeden and Velen beside him seemed to be thrown into a molten hell. Endless scorching heat like a star turned into an illusory raging fire that surged towards them.

Kil'jaeden's first reaction was to shield his brothers with his body.

But this is just an illusion.

They suffered no physical harm, but the brief contact of their spirits through the prophecy was enough to cause them to burn themselves.

The great archons of the Eredar raised their heads in the illusion that the raging fire seemed to burn the world. The God of Destruction before their eyes was dissipating, but He had already given His final "prophecy".

"At thirty sunrises, I will arrive; after thirty sunsets, only obedience will do."

"boom"

The scorching illusion of destruction completely dissipated at this moment.

The light and shadow that seemed to burn everything disappeared, and in the quiet Holy Relic Hall, only the frightened Kil'jaeden and Velen with bloodshot eyes were left.

The two brothers were silent, but they could hear each other's hearts beating with fear and anger.

"Is this true?"

Kil'jaeden helped Velen up and whispered:

“Is this also a possibility for the future?”

"No, my brother."

Wei Lun wiped the blood from the corner of his eye and said in a hoarse voice:
"This isn't a prophecy, it's a declaration! A proclamation from the apocalypse. He is the 'Benefactor' spoken of by the Enlightener, and the Dark Titan commanding the demonic army of destruction as described by Diakum. He has given us the final announcement; He and His army of destruction have already set out.

Thirty days.
It's not that they can't be faster.

They simply gave us one final window to surrender and called it 'mercy.'"

"But why would He appear in your prophecy?"

Kil'jaeden whispered:
"This has never happened before, I've never heard of it."

"Because the prophecy involves Him, Kil'jaeden. He is the Lord of Destruction, transcending all things, a true god who walks the stars. Not even fate can constrain Him. He sensed that his message would appear in this prophecy, so He 'came here in person.'"

Velen sighed:
"Diachem's warning was correct. You and I both underestimated the power behind the Awakener Cult. I don't believe that being's 30-day doomsday announcement is merely a threat. My brother, I don't know how long it will take us to prepare, but He only gave us a paltry 30 days."

“I would never do that.”

Kil'jaeden gnashed his teeth and roared:

"I will never surrender my world and my people to a god of destruction! I will never allow myself to fall into such a lowly and ridiculous situation."

"What do you see?"

Velen looked at his brother in surprise, and Kil'jaeden did not hide anything.

He trusted Velen as much as he trusted himself, and told him about the "Deceiver's Vision" he had seen. Velen immediately shook Kil'jaeden's hand and said in a deep voice:

"Don't believe it! Don't doubt yourself! And don't be afraid or angry, my brother. That's just a trick of the Dark God. He wants to destroy your mind in this way."

"Of course, I won't do what he wants."

Kil'jaeden nodded and was about to ask Velen for more details about the prophecy when he suddenly heard Talgath's anxious call from outside the door:

"My two Archons, the Assassin's Court's spies have sent back news! Governor Hatton and Brigadier General Diakum have found the legendary Holy Stone deep within the Petrified Forest. Brigadier General Diakum met with Star Soul and said that Star Soul had issued a warning to him.

The evil god of destruction named 'Dark Titan' and his endless demonic minions are approaching Argus! "

"what?"

Kil'jaeden was horrified.

He strode out of the Reliquary to hear Talgas's report.

Velen's eyes were bloodshot and he was several steps behind his brothers, but the look he gave Kil'jaeden was filled with an indescribable sadness.

He saw other visions in the prophecy.

And in every one of those descriptions and outlines of the future, I am in it, but my most trusted brother is no longer by my side.

Not a single one!

Combined with the vision Kil'jaeden just saw, this may mean
Do not!
Velen gripped his staff tightly.

He made a secret decision in his heart. Even though he, as a prophet, had already learned to accept his fate, this time he would not allow the dark future to take his brothers captive.

He's going to fight it!
Try your best to fight against this overly heavy future.

Velen left the Reliquary with the Staff of the Naaru.

Just outside, Talgas was describing the news sent back by Captain Nairi. Every detail was very complete, even things like the "blessing of the world's will" had detailed feedback.

Kil'jaeden and Velen grew more serious as they listened. The horrors they had just witnessed were enough to make them have strange associations with these things.

"Captain Nari said that Brigadier General Diakum told her that the Dark Titan's target is our World Soul!"

Talgas said seriously:

"So if the Eredar are not prepared to kneel before the demons and offer their world to them, then the only option left for us is to fight as their defenders."

"This is a serious matter. We must go there in person."

Kil'jaeden clenched his fists and said to Talgath:
"Immediately arrange for the Teleportation Court to prepare for the transmission. Grand Archon Velen and I will personally go and inspect it."

"As ordered!"

(End of this chapter)