Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 261, 18. Oh no! The Archbishop has disembarked! She's going to wipe us all out! Run! - [35]

(Bonus chapter for "Huo Zheng Ting Hao" [3/5])
"Is that the Holy Light Legion's fleet?"

On the battlefield, Yrel, who had just slaughtered a circle of Qiraji, stared in disbelief as a golden light pierced the earth's core. As a Draenei born in Draenor, the Genidal ship had already crashed before Yrel was born.

This was the first time this poor, unsophisticated child had witnessed the power possessed by his people, who were far away in the stars.

This shocked her.

Although old men like Diakum and Velen always talk about their glorious history, frankly, in Yrel's view, the Draenei are not a powerful race except for their longevity. She thinks she'll be worried sick when she takes over as High Archon of the Draenei clan.

However, after witnessing the Holy Light Arbiters fire with her own eyes, Yrel suddenly felt like a lost heiress from a wealthy family. No matter how hard she tried to imagine, she couldn't fathom just how rich her family truly was.

What we see before us is just a vanguard fleet of the Holy Light Legion. There are dozens of such formations that can be easily assembled in the Lightforged Fleet.
Look, what does it mean to be a Legion of Light that has fought the Burning Legion head-on for 20,000 years and still managed to hold onto a large star sector as its base?
With such a powerful fleet as the Draenei's support, wouldn't it be awesome to become the clan's Grand Archon in the future?
Ah!
We Draenei—no, we Eredar are invincible!
"Snapped"

Marad's gauntlet patted the deputy company commander's shoulder, who was lost in his delusions. He seemed to see through what Iriel was fantasizing about and said helplessly:

"In this war, let's focus on the present. Look! The starship has dropped a teleportation beacon. Quickly take your men and rendezvous with the Lightforgers; they're about to launch their attack."

"Okay, okay."

Irelia was still in a state of shock and bewilderment.

It is commonly known as "numbness".

She followed Marad toward the nearest teleportation beacon, and the Mag'har orcs behind them followed as well. They didn't really have much of a feeling about the Eredar spaceship.

It's just a gem spaceship, why are you acting like nobody's never seen one before?
Don't we still have a crashed starship on our Nagrand plains? We orcs have been worshipping it as a holy site for hundreds of years, but it looks really cool when it's hovering in the sky.

The teleportation beacons dropped by the Legion of Light were triangular, just like the emblem of the Eredar's faith in the Light.

The thing whistled as it landed on the ground and spread outwards. Mechanical anchors were driven into the sand, and then, in a flash of light, a team of fully armed Lightforged appeared on the beacon.

It is a standard Holy Light Legion assault formation.

Led by a commander, twenty Lightforged veterans formed the main assault force, equipped with a six-meter-tall, golden Lightforged war machine for fire support, and five Zealots served as the vanguard.

The so-called "Zealots" are actually an upgraded version of the Immortal Guardian constructs used by the Draenei. They are powered by the cores forged from the souls of the most fanatical war veterans. To better adapt to different battlefields, these Zealots are shaped into small, lightweight constructs that even look somewhat flimsy.

However, the Holy Light Legion's advanced technology is sufficient to guarantee their assault capabilities and firepower.

With the military strength of Stormhold, a hundred such assault teams could be deployed at a time, so the ruins of Qiraji and the surrounding quicksand battlefield would be filled with flashing triangular cursors.

As the elves and their demigods, the trolls and their Loa stared at each other in disbelief, the suddenly appearing "Martian soldiers" seemed like aliens landing.

After landing, they didn't communicate with their allies. Instead, they activated their super-powerful combat instincts on the spot, transforming into ultimate holy light warriors and killing the insects who screamed in terror.

"Captain Faria!"

Marad rushed over with Irelia, and was overjoyed to see a familiar face. He stood at attention, saluted the imposing Captain Faria, who held a light-forged spear, and loudly reported:

"Draenen clan, Marad, company commander of the Hand of Argus, reporting for duty! Requesting to return to the unit."

"Good! Very energetic."

Faria was also very happy to see her fellow countrymen. She waved and joked:
"The little one from back then has now become a true warrior. That's right. Brigadier General Marlaad will be very proud of you. Marlaad, you and your vassal army will advance with my troops."

Ok?
Who is this Lightforger?
"How come I've never heard of any other Lightforged members in the Draenei clan?"

"My name is Irelia!"

Irelia stood at attention and saluted, somewhat nervously speaking loudly to the incredibly imposing senior before her:
"Though I am young, I bear the legacy of His Majesty Naruk'ure! I will dedicate everything to the Draenei clan!"

"Did His Majesty Koure also perish?"

Faria shook her head regretfully, then raised her spear, "Crescent Blade," pointing it at the chaotic swarm of insects ahead, and shouted sharply:
"Do you hear me? Warriors of the Holy Light Legion, we have lost another noble Guardian Naaru. Calamities from the stars are pursuing us, but we will not fear. Unleash your fury upon these dark creatures and aid the Vigilant in defeating them!"

"For the Holy Light!"

The Lightforged roared as they unleashed their Vengeful Wrath almost simultaneously.

The golden, holy light-forged wings amplified the intense heat, and amidst the firing of the Arbiter's heavy cannons from the round, light-forged war mechs, these true "veterans of eternal warfare," wielding their brilliant light-forged spears adorned with the sashes of the Holy Light Legion, launched a resolute "Waaagh of Holy Light" against the already routed insectoids.

Yrel and Marad have really tried their best, but they simply can't keep up with the Lightforged's terrifying pace of advancement.

Like a holy blade drawn from its sheath, it sprints forward with unparalleled smoothness, like a hot knife cutting through butter.

Ordinary bugs were trampled to death, large bugs were stabbed to death with a spear, elite bugs were burned to death by calling in holy light, and lord bugs were crushed to death by lightforged mechs. Nothing could stop them, not to mention that the four small escort ships had already opened fire in the air to clear the enemy troops ahead for the ground forces.

Maghar warriors chased desperately, barely managing to keep themselves from falling behind.

Are these Lightforged and Draenei truly the same species?

Riding a dire wolf, Gaiara spoke with fear to Garrosh beside her:
"If the Draenei on the other side had been like this when Blackhand and his forces started the war..."

"Do not be silly."

Garrosh watched with a mixture of anticipation and eagerness as the veterans slaughtered with practiced ease, almost to the point of "the art of war." He whispered:
"If these Lightforged were to land on Draenor, Blackhand and his crew would probably have been conquered by their power and become their loyal servants. Who would dare to wage war against such guys? But it's really great!"
This is the kind of warrior I want to be! This is the kind of army I want to command!
Their holy light erupted like fury, their will transformed into power—do you see it? Gayala, this is the highest realm our Mag'har warriors should strive for!
They waged an eternal war against the demons; it was a warrior's paradise.

"puff"

Just as Garrosh was expressing his feelings, on the battlefield near the Qiraji Temple, the ground firing of the Lightbringer's secondary cannon had just ceased when a swarm lord, severely burned and fleeing, was accidentally pierced through the body by a Lightforged Crystal Blade that fell from the sky, and then cleaved into four pieces with a graceful spinning slash.

Diakum looked at the familiar figure that had emerged from the light, grinned, and said to the guy who had stolen his prey:

"More than 20,000 years have passed, Tramon, your swordsmanship is still as sharp as ever."

"I have been studying diligently day and night, all so that you may be proud when we meet again, my mentor."

The silent, holy swordsman, Tramon, remained in his usual attire, his face concealed by a special combat mask. Holding the crystal blade that had slain countless demons, he knelt before Diakum and proclaimed:

"General 'The Destroyer' of the Holy Light Legion, veteran of the Hand of Argus! Lightforged Sword Saint Tramon requests to rejoin the ranks. Commander Diakum, please allow me to fight alongside you today!"

"You're allowed to return to the team! Tramon, I appoint you as my assault lieutenant! But you see, I'm a swordsman now too."

Dick brandished his flaming blade and said:
"In the darkness ahead are many swarm lords who are afraid but unwilling to leave. Their dark god is frightened and is asking his followers to shield him from the holy light's attack. What a coward."

"I'm very interested to see how much my disciples have grown over the years, so how about we have a swordsmanship contest?" "Of course, that's exactly why I've come."

A slight smile appeared beneath Tramon's battle visor.

But as he followed Diakum up the temple steps, which had crumbled into a chasm under the blows of the Holy Light Arbiters, the Holy Light Sword Saint whispered:
“Faria and Sowers sent me to warn you, sir. Her Majesty Adar has kept our minds barely normal under her protection, but the Twin Archbishops have been fighting alongside the Mother of Light for years, and their minds have been influenced by that fanatical Primal Naaru.”

They believe that you, walking the path of light and shadow, may risk falling into darkness, therefore, after we meet, they might…

"It is only human nature that they have walked in the scorching light for 20,000 years, yet they have not yet hurled the Holy Light Arbiter at me, an old friend who seems to have fallen. This already shows that they still maintain a considerable degree of rationality."

Actually, I was prepared for that beam of holy light from the Arbiter to strike me, for my 'light burial'.

Diakum waved his hand and said:

"As for how they will ultimately determine whether I am pure, that will have to wait until after the battle."

Tramun, I have come here not merely for this Old God; as you approached me, you must have felt the stirring of the Heart of Argus. We must slay this void creature here to secure for Lord Argus the right to meet with His sisters.

This world possesses star souls, just like our homeland.

"No wonder."

The Great Sword Saint touched the Heart of Argus pendant at his waist, his eyes growing colder, and said:
“Then let us fulfill Lord Argus’s desire as soon as possible, my lord. Just as we did in our homeland, this time, I will lead the way for you!”

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"bang"

Another triangular teleportation beacon crashed onto the battlefield of the Qiraji Ruins, and by sheer bad luck, it landed right next to the "Lucky Three Treasures".

Those were the three-headed Qiraji lords. Although they had been enlightened by the Void and their power had been enhanced, they did not transform into human form like the other Qiraji. Instead, they maintained their alien insectoid form, which was different in color and round and looked quite comical.

But their tank-like bodies, ferocious mandibles, and the berserk insect soldiers they command represent one of the few large armies on the battlefield that has not yet been defeated.

Perhaps because the alien insects lack emotion and thought, they only know how to attack frantically under the orders of the hive master, without fear of death or injury. They can even confront the Sandfury troll warriors led by the Lightforged head-on without being at a disadvantage.

However, the teleportation beacon landed in the wrong direction.

It was too close to the Swarm Lord, and when it landed, it crushed several Guardian Swarm members. As the golden light flashed, two tall Eredar ladies, one in black and one in gold, appeared in the beacon.

The two maintained the same long, curly hairstyle, the same robes and trench coats, the same crystal high heels, and even the same crystal-forged staffs. Their faces were also extremely similar, and they were both archbishops and leaders of the Holy Light Legion.

The only difference was the color of their robes and their demeanor.

The elder sister, Saloras, is a Holy Light Sage who excels in using the power of the mind, while the younger sister, Orestes, perfectly blends her fire talent with the blessing of the Holy Light, making her a mage archbishop.

The two were not accompanied by any guards, so they were noticed by the three lord insects the moment they appeared.

They keenly observed that the two Eredar archbishops were weak and clearly still recovering from serious injuries. How dare they set foot on the battlefield like this? Hmph, they're courting death!
In the "Lucky Three Treasures," Lord Kree, the "father," moves his sharp mandibles and claws amidst billowing poisonous clouds, intending to tear the two creatures to shreds, while Princess Yarki, the "mother," supports her "husband" with the spiritual power bestowed upon her by the god of darkness.

Its malevolent compound eyes stared at the two Eredar, instilling in their hearts the fear of the Old Gods.

This attack immediately caught Saloras's attention.

She felt as if a basin of warm water had been poured over her face; it didn't hurt, but it was very uncomfortable, so she shook her head and took a step back.

Her sister, who shared her thoughts, stepped forward, raised her staff, and unleashed a barrage of blazing holy fire, transforming it into howling holy meteors that hurtled towards the swarm of insects before her.

The scorching holy flame shield was also casually erected, buying time for her sister to cast her spell amidst the splashing golden lava.

Saloras held her staff and prayed to the Holy Light. An invisible spiritual force lifted her up, causing her to float in the air. Her extravagant robes and heavy trench coat fluttered without wind, and even her long hair was blown about.

An invisible storm is forming! And Archbishop Saloras is at the eye of the storm.

The divine magic taught by the Mother of Light transformed the power of the mind into a storm that destroyed everything. Centered on her, all life in the entire region, including the troll warriors, felt their spirits being torn apart and crushed. The terrifying echoes reverberating in their minds were like an invisible sea monster swallowing seawater.

Those reckless and mindless insects before us died row by row under this invisible harvest of the mind.

"Go back!"

Archmage Imira used a mass teleportation spell to send the troll warriors in front to the rear. She wielded her lightforged staff with incredible ferocity, shattering the swarming insects, and warned the others:

"The Archbishop's 'mental storm' is coming; hold firm to your will!"

"boom"

The next second, a mental storm, which had been building up for a short time, erupted and swept across the entire field.

Like an invisible scythe slashing across, it silently wiped out an entire group of alien insects in just a few seconds. The explosion caused by the convergence of spiritual power in the material world formed a roaring sandstorm that swept in all directions.

The sand and stones flew everywhere, making it impossible for the Sandfury Trolls to see the battlefield ahead.

Zul, the Dark Prophet who had projected his spirit onto the battlefield to observe it, felt a sudden darkness before his eyes. The old troll trembled and spat out a mouthful of blood, waving to Talanji, who was supporting him, and said:
"It's alright, we only lost a voodoo avatar. The leaders of the Lightforged are two Force demigods! Their power is terrifying, they are suspected to be the chosen ones of the Force. These ancient Eredar are really too outrageous."

"Sister, are you okay?"

Amidst the swirling sandstorm, Aurecis, clad in golden robes, asked a question in a low voice. The black-clad sage, who had landed on the ground, waved his hand and said in a hoarse voice:
"He's not dead yet, but C'Thun has been enraged and has dropped the Mind Tower. Its dark power is about to erupt! Sister, arrange for the Lightforged to guard the rift leading to the underground. The corrupted mind of the Thousand-Eyed Demon shrouds that place; it is no place for ordinary people to set foot in."

Follow me!
Commander Diakum is right there.”

"Do you need to take a break?"

Aurecis said worriedly, and Saloras shook her head and said:

"No, we must get there immediately!"

I could no longer see his back in the light; he was walking in the cracks. The ritual of darkness had begun, and only he and C'Thun could survive! But if he absorbed C'Thun's void power, he might fall into the sea of ​​darkness forever.

Let's go.

Let's bring Commander Diakum back.

(End of this chapter)