Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 26: The Exiles and Resistance Factions are still working hard, while the Advent Factions have naturally laid low

The time came to midnight.

Jaid had used the maximum speed that the Talbuk Rider could exert to send the first group of jewelers to the vicinity of the sacred stone in the petrified forest.

The five little warriors built a temporary camp here, which was located at the location of the Kroku camp in Dick's memory.

Governor Hatton set up a workbench here and used the jewelers' professional tools to carefully polish the fragments of the holy stone in their hands. They chiseled out the finest raw stones from the holy stone as possible, and then cut and polished them, striving to ensure that every piece of fragment was used reasonably and properly.

The jewelers who came later naturally did not dare to delay when they saw that the governor was doing it himself.

The Eredar's natural talent for jewelry processing allowed them to do this kind of thing quickly and well. Although Dick asked not to add any unnecessary decorations and strived to use the simplest and fastest way to make the first batch of World Heart artifacts, the jewelers obviously had their own ideas.

Professionals obviously cannot allow their skills to be left without space to develop. This is a unique insistence of all "craftsmen" in all the world.

Therefore, at midnight, when Governor Hatton handed Dick the first completed "Heart of Argus" ring, Dick, who had been hammering the holy stone with a sledgehammer for several hours, saw in despair that the ring face was still dotted with exquisite Eredar spell runes, and the whole thing also had obvious traces of carving. Although there was not too much fancy craftsmanship, judging from the appearance of the ring alone, it was already a very exquisite piece of jewelry.

"Didn't I tell you there's no need to waste time like this?"

He took the pinky-ring-like ring and examined it in his hand. Facing Dick's complaints, Governor Hatton snorted, shook his head with the pride of a craftsman, and said:

"It didn't even take me ten seconds to carve the runes and shape them in the ancient French style. This ring face was originally a frame, part of the gift I was going to give to Jaid for his 350th birthday, but I'm giving it to you just as well, Diakum.

You are also a child I have watched grow up, and you are more promising than Jaid."

"Don't say that. I just did a trivial job and got lucky. If Jaid were in my position, he would definitely do a better job than me."

Dick waved his hand modestly and continued to check the pinky ring in his hand.

The ring body is made of the finest celestial gold using the Eredar's unique "crystal casting" technique, which is dotted with sparse but solid crystals. The overall shape is light but strong, and will not change shape due to collisions and bumps. The flat ring face should have been inlaid with gorgeous gems, but at this time it is only inlaid with a fragment of the holy stone polished into a triangular shape.

However, because the holy stone is neither gold nor jade, its special texture and natural crystal full of elemental power make it no less inferior to the best crystal.

The perfectly cut angles reflect brilliant arcs of light, and coupled with the blessing inscriptions engraved around the ring surface and the Eredar characters embellished in ancient French style, this thing looks full of the temperament of a work of art with "great ingenuity and simplicity".

It is indeed a masterpiece made by the master jewelers of Eredar. Their race is really talented in jewelry processing.

But the appearance was only one aspect. Dick, who had already undertaken the World Contract, was more concerned with the functionality of this item. He stroked the ring itself, and soon a golden entry popped up before his eyes:
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Accessory Name: Armageddon: Heart of Argus [Diakom Exclusive, Unique Item]

Accessory Quality: World Artifact [Only effective in Argus World]

Jewelry Features: Blessing of Ancient Elements, Container of World Essence, Medium of World Power
Jewelry special effects: When infused with the 'world essence', it grants the wearer a comprehensive enhancement of endurance, strength, agility, intelligence, spirit, energy adaptability and energy manipulation!

hint!

This enhancement effect can be accumulated with the wearing time and combat time until it reaches the maximum enhancement that the current life state can withstand. It can be used in small amounts multiple times or released all at once after charging. When the enhancement power is released all at once, the individual's short-term enhancement will exceed the life level limit.

caveat!

Releasing a large amount of world power at one time will cause extreme physical and mental stress to the wearer. It is not recommended to use it multiple times in a short period of time, otherwise it will cause extreme consequences.

hint!

This special effect is only effective within the territory of the Argus world. Once you leave the area where the World Soul is located, all special effects of the equipment except the "Blessing of the Ancient Elements" will be sealed.

Equipment Description:

Come on, take a look! The limited edition Heart of Argus artifact is shipping! It's eight stars and eight arrows, perfect for defeating two enemies, artifact quality, and a great heirloom! That damn Dark Titan has run off with his little brother Argus. The Heart of Argus, originally priced at 99999998, is now no more than 998, no more than 98, no more than 9.8. If you dare to gamble your life with 'Holy Light Brother', you can give it away for free. It's all free!

"I ride on a horse"

Dick almost fainted from anger when he saw the shocking description of the item.

What a good thing, but after being edited by that bastard who was hiding and making sarcastic remarks, it seemed to have dropped several levels in an instant.

But to be honest, apart from that damn item description, this Heart of Argus did achieve the result Dick wanted.

Although its functionality is far from comparable to the "Heart of Azeroth" in memory, which has a "three-ring reinforcement" that can accommodate more than a dozen powerful blessing effects at the same time and allow mortal warriors to have the power to kill gods and demons, but given the current form of the Argus Star Soul Baby, it is already very good to be able to use His power to create such an artifact.

Most importantly, according to the detailed estimates of Governor Hatton and the jewelers, based on the current specifications, after the holy stone is completely disassembled, it can definitely produce more than 100,000 Hearts of Argus.

This is definitely enough to arm an entire army for the final battle against the demons! I just don't know if the Argus Star Soul can support so many warriors using artifacts at the same time to share its power. For adult Star Souls or "genius children" like Ai-chan, this is obviously not a problem.

But "baby" Argus's power is limited after all, and there is no time to redeem his talents.

"Shamans will definitely love such treasures"

Governor Hatton stroked an unfinished, rustic pendant in his hand and said with emotion:
"The ancestor wizard Augre concentrated all the ancient elemental power of the world of Argus around the holy stone, which allowed the most powerful elemental blessing to be preserved to this day. Every fragment of the holy stone is the essence of the ancient elements. Even if a shaman apprentice wears it, it is enough to call upon the elements to unleash powerful magic.

If the world was not facing a crisis of subversion, these pendants and rings alone would be enough to make the once-declined Shamanism rise again.

That bastard Jaid is in luck.

He will go down in history as a shaman and a rider."

"Since we've put it on, it means we won't give up, Governor."

Dick carefully placed the Heart of Argus pinky ring on the little finger of his left hand. He stroked the ring and said in a deep voice:

"We will fight the demons to the very end! For our loved ones, for our morality, and for our world! Whether it's Jaid or any other warrior, when they wear this artifact, they will all have the same identity.

We will all fight under that banner until our death!"

"Of course, I have absolute faith in your fiery determination and fervent devotion, son."

Governor Hatton patted Dick's shoulder with emotion, and like an old father looking at his outstanding son, he said softly:

"I used to have some doubts about the morality of the Holy Light, but after seeing you now, I no longer have any worries about the future. Even if we are facing a desperate situation, that light has indeed guided you to become a better person. It will guide generations of Eredar to embark on the same path as you."

"Swish"

Just when Dick was about to be modest, with the flicker of teleportation, Saloras rushed over with an anxious look on her face and said to Dick and Governor Hatton:
"The two Archons have arrived at Naslax Castle. Not wanting to waste time, they're rushing here with their men. Captain Naili asked them to be ready for a reception. She also said the Archons looked unhappy.

Maybe it’s because of us.”

"Because we destroyed the sacred stone?"

Governor Hatton was already a little worried about this matter, and now when he heard the archon's grim expression, he felt as if the sky had fallen. But then the old shaman gritted his teeth, turned around and said loudly to the terrified craftsmen:

"Don't be afraid! Keep working. I'll hold up the sky if it falls! Since I gave the order, I'll naturally bear the consequences."

"But I gave the order, Father Governor."

Dick shook his head and said soothingly:

"Don't worry. The Archons are all reasonable people. After they know the whole story, they will never blame us. I think it's better to let them experience it for themselves than to convince them with words.

Please quickly craft two Hearts of Argus worthy of the Grand Archon's status, Governor Father. We will give them as gifts and as a medium for them to communicate with the World Soul."

"Yes, yes, it's best to speak with facts."

Governor Hatton's eyes lit up. He took a look at the unfinished pendant in his hand and without saying anything, he quickly walked to the workbench and started working.

Dozens of minutes later, after three teleportations across the entire Krokuun grassland, the Grand Archon and his guards arrived deep in the petrified forest, and arrived at the temporary camp surrounded by the Chosen People of Holy Light and priests.

Before Velen and Kil'jaeden could ask, Governor Hatun came forward to greet them and presented them with two finely crafted Hearts of Argus.

Those are two necklaces.

The round crystal body is inlaid with fragments of holy stones of different shapes. The one given to Velen is specially made of gems with excellent compatibility with holy light, making this thing the best magical weapon.

"Are you saying that wearing this 'Heart of Argus' will allow me to communicate with the World Soul?"

Kil'jaeden looked at the sword-shaped pendant in his hand with some suspicion. Governor Hatton nodded seriously and said:

"Theoretically, yes! But the prerequisite is that the World Soul must be willing to communicate with the wearer. The Holy Stone can only serve as a medium. However, according to the legends passed down by ancient shamans, only the chosen ones are qualified to meet with the World Soul.

But given the current situation, I guess the World Soul doesn't care about these details anymore."

"This sounds more and more like some kind of scam."

Talgas, the head of the Assassin's Court beside Kil'jaeden, grumbled in a low voice, but the two archons who had witnessed the doomsday prophecy given by the Dark Titan did not think so.

They put on the pendants almost at the same time.

As a warrior and vindicator, Kil'jaeden did not have an outstanding affinity for energy. He could feel a certain call when he touched the pendant, but it still took time to perceive it. Velen was almost pulled into the illusion of the World Soul as soon as he put it on. He even reached out and held Kil'jaeden's wrist, and through mental resonance, he and his brother could perceive the will of the world together.

The life levels of the two had already reached the highest level that the Eredar could naturally reach, so the energy infusion they could withstand in front of the World Soul was naturally much stronger than that of Dick, the thin dog.

Amid the exclamations of the people around them, Velen and Kil'jaeden seemed to have "ascended to heaven on the spot."

Their bodies were wrapped in brilliant beams of light and suspended in the air, with flickering spots of light shining in their eyes. Their spirits were temporarily separated from their bodies, but the generous gift from the Soul of the World made the power of the two of them soar like a rocket.

Dick had his chance.

But he refused the honor of being the guardian of the world alone, and distributed the honor that should have belonged to him to more warriors who could fight. Seeing the scene of the two people being "transmitted power" by the Soul of the World, the Brigadier General was not envious at all.

Really.

This is not meant to be sarcastic.

Dick is well aware of the terrible "price" of being the guardian of the world.

Magni Bronzebeard, the world spokesperson for Ai-chan, was first transformed into a diamond by atavism, and then nearly collapsed several times during his communications with the Soul of the World. He himself said that it was a pressure and torture that ordinary people could not imagine, and it was even comparable to torture.

Moreover, the glory and power of the world guardians are strongly bound to the world itself, but the eredar will eventually leave their homeland and embark on a long road of exile. At that time, the lost world guardians will inevitably bear the burden on their hearts and may even develop into inescapable despair. For exiles, despair is the most unnecessary emotion.

Dick knew very well that the world of Argus was just the beginning.

For him, this was merely the beginning and end of a journey. He couldn't remain trapped here forever. At the very least, he had to travel to Azeroth in the future. The "purification oath" he had made to Argus could only be answered on that "main stage," where countless destinies intersected and countless demons clashed. This exaggerated blessing didn't last long. Velen and Kil'jaeden, the undisputed leaders of the Eredar, returned from their "audience" within minutes.

They held hands and looked at each other, then turned to look at Dick at the same time. The latter nodded to them. In this silent conversation, something that did not need to be expressed in words was confirmed.

"I will immediately summon all jewelers across the country and have them gather here as quickly as possible."

Kil'jaeden said solemnly to Governor Haton:
"Sir Hatton, I ask you to preside over this most important task for our civilization and the world. Produce more Hearts of Argus as soon as possible. Our warriors need this weapon, blessed by the world, to fight against those shameless demons and their evil masters!

Elite warriors and powerful spellcasters will also be gathered."

"Are you so anxious?"

Governor Hatton was a little surprised, and then he heard Velen sighing while stroking the Heart of Argus pendant:
"Only thirty days remain, my lords. Kil'jaeden and I have just received a 'Doomsday Proclamation' directly from the Dark Titan. He and his minions are already advancing upon our world. In thirty days, the Dark Titan will reach Argus!
Our fate, and indeed the fate of this world, will be determined by then, as evidenced by the audience my brother Kil'jaeden and I just had with the World Soul.

Our beloved soul of Argus also sensed the same disaster, and He did not want to succumb to the dark fate, but unfortunately, we and our world are unable to resist the tyranny of the dark Titan.

My brother is unwilling to give up our hometown, and I will stay here with him and fight until the last moment!
But we must quickly come up with a solution to accommodate the elderly, the weak, women, and children who are unable to fight."

"When the bravest warriors have completed their mission, they too will have to go to the battlefield. Even the elderly and children must learn to fight for themselves and others."

Kil'jaeden clenched his fists and said:

"Fate doesn't give us more choices! Velen, you and I may die in the first wave of demonic invasion, but even after we die, this world must not give up resistance! I would rather our world be destroyed by a passionate war than see our people abandon their courage and dignity and degenerate into demonic monsters."

Although both consuls agreed to resist, they clearly had differences over the placement of the elderly and the weak.

This is normal.

Velen is merciful and does not want to see innocent people dragged into war.

But Kil'jaeden was sane.

He knew that no place on Argus was safe from the Dark Titan and his demonic minions.

Rather than passively waiting to die, it is better to arm the people first.

Dick looked at them.

He was pleased that the two archons were determined to fight to the end, but he felt that these two guys seemed to be stuck in some kind of dead end, like a stubborn correction of fate.

In the official history of the Dark Portal, old Velen, who predicted the disaster, waited until the Dark Titan arrived in person before giving up trying to persuade Kil'jaeden and Archimonde, who was already in heaven.

Perhaps it was the conflict of opinions among the archons that caused Old Velen and his followers to lose the most precious escape window, and even left Old Velen's wife and children in this desperate situation, which indirectly affected Old Velen's tragic life.

But now that Archimonde, the top troublemaker, is gone, the two old friends will naturally not suffer any more dark temptations.

"Protection and resistance are not mutually exclusive. Archons, we also have reinforcements!"

Dick glanced at the high priestess, Ms. Isana, who was following behind Velen. He stepped forward and said to the two archons:
"We can pray to the Holy Light. I mean, we can contact their compatriots through the two guardian naaru. If His Majesty K'ure and Lula have the Genedar, a spaceship that can cross the starry sea, then other naaru should also have the same vehicle.

There are quite a few Naaru in the starry sea, and they have their own ways of communicating with each other. His Majesty K'ure also promised me that they will lend a helping hand as long as we need it!

If we can get the support of the Naaru, although we may not be able to reverse the fall of Argus, we can at least save more people from despair.

We still have thirty days!

If the Naaru's support comes quickly enough, perhaps we can transport millions or even tens of millions of civilians away from the battlefield?

I think it's absolutely necessary, both of you."

He emphasized:

"We will sacrifice everything to protect our world, but the legacy of our civilization is equally important! The Eredar were born under the mercy of Argus. As long as we live, as long as our descendants and bloodlines continue to walk among the stars, the flame of Argus's will will not be extinguished."

It seemed like an emotional persuasion, but in fact Dick conveyed his thoughts to the two archons with a subtle look.

He stroked his pinky ring.

This is a hint.

Velen and Kil'jaeden had just met with the World Soul, and they must have known about their plan, "Wandering Argus," to persuade the World Soul to disperse its will within the minds of the Eredar.

As for whether the two great consuls would know Dick's "true identity".
That must be impossible!

The powerful "Curtain of the Other Shore" is not a vegetarian. If Dick himself is unwilling to share, even the Argus Star Soul Baby cannot share what he sees with others.

Dick had previously confirmed this through conversations with Governor Dad and other members of the "Star Soul Expedition Team".

These words made Velen and Kil'jaeden look at each other again. They had just witnessed with their own eyes that the World Soul endured the pain and broke His unformed will into pieces and merged them into the spirits of the two. This meant that the Eredar would not only have to fight to the last moment to defend Argus, but those who survived would also have to take on the responsibility of passing on something truly great.

Every eredar alive today and ever to be born has pledged his oath to the World-Soul in this way.

This is a blessing, but also a shackle.

But as long as they are still alive, as long as the civilization of the Eredar still exists, the pure will of the Argus Star Soul will not die in the filthy infusion of fel energy! From this moment on, this world and the people born because of Him will breathe together and share the same fate!
The two sides will rush to the battlefield together and rush to the distance together.

"I'll return to Mac'Aree immediately!"

Wei Lun made a decision immediately. He said:

"I will personally convey our decision and request to the two guardian Naaru. If they can truly bring more spaceships to save our people, then we can afford any price."

"I will march to the Antoran Plains to assemble our legions."

Kil'jaeden pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist and said in a deep voice:

"The Dark Titan will arrive in thirty days, but his shameless demonic minions will surely arrive before us, conveying their so-called fel authority to us. They hope to defeat and scare us, and drive the fearful Eredar to commit the same traitorous acts as the Awakener Cult.

But I guarantee they will come back disappointed.

In our land, in our homeland, the demons will take nothing away except despair!"

"We will definitely produce enough Heart of Argus to equip the warriors as soon as possible."

Governor Hatton took a deep breath and said loudly:
"For the people! For the eredar! For Argus!"

"For Argus!"

Dick shouted, pumping his fist.

The five young warriors, who were already very enthusiastic, also started shouting. Finally, when Kil'jaeden raised his fist high, the whole camp was filled with noise.

They were eager to fight.

This may be because they did not realize what kind of opponent the Burning Legion was.

Perhaps it was because they still held some unrealistic fantasies about the power of the Dark Titan.

Perhaps it was because in this era before the Burning Crusade began, the horror legends in the universe had not yet spread.

But no matter what, at least at this moment, they are full of fighting spirit!
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“Well, it’s getting closer, His footsteps are getting closer.”

In the prison cell under the Naaru Temple in Mac'Aree, the Enlightener Thal'kiel, who was bound by heavy chains, had become a disabled person and was transforming into a Broken One, suddenly raised his head.

He opened his cloudy eyes and seemed to see some illusion that existed only in his imagination.

Under the vigilant gaze of several high-ranking garrison officers around him, Sachir laughed wildly like a madman, and shouted in a hoarse voice:

The Dark God's footsteps draw near! The demons' roar and destruction arrive! The end of Argus is nigh! Eredar, weep, despair, wail. Our civilization will perish, not when we die, but when we fall to our knees.

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The last chance has been lost.

Ah, First Wizard, oh noble ancestor, your weak and incompetent descendants have let you down, I have let you down.

Sachir is dead.

He was strangled to death by his own despair and cowardice like a mouse in the dark!
But the Enlightenment is alive and well.

It will soon wake up, with a question that is destined to remain unanswered, expecting an answer that is different from his.

Wait in the abyss, hoping for a light that will never come."

"boom"

As Tal'kiel called out like a tear, the door of the imprisonment cell was pushed open, and an Eredar executioner wearing the uniform of the Inquisition strode in. A serious inquisitor read out the execution order signed by Kil'jaeden himself to Tal'kiel.

This order was issued just over ten minutes ago.

It is obvious that with the Dark Titan approaching, the Grand Archon no longer intends to keep this scourge of Sachir.

But facing the executioner's raised beheading blade, the bound Sachir did not show any special expression. He just whispered in the light and shadow of the falling blade:

"Ah, Diakam, the Holy Light intervenes in the hand of fate. What kind of answer will you bring back for me?"

"puff"

Blood splattered, and the head flew out and was picked up by the braid by the inquisitor.

Even after death, an outstanding spellcaster like Sachir's head would be collected by the Sacred Court as a "strategic item". As for this body, just leave it here to rot. Today, when the administrative system is already up and running and busy with civilization's self-preservation, there is no extra time to bury an old madman.

But the ghost named "Sachir" did not die.

Just as the Dark Titan is heading towards Argus, the Dark Ones are also walking alone in the abyss under the light, waiting for the time to change and then continuing to fulfill their "mission" in a more abominable form.

(End of this chapter)