Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 282, Section 39: Jaina, the Dreadlord! Nathrezim's methods are getting increasingly ruthless - Bonus Chapter [415]

(Bonus chapter for "Huo Zheng Ting Hao" [4/15])
"Give!"

As Diakum left the tavern, he tossed a large stack of goblin consortium gold cards to the black dragon princess, saying:
"Are these goblin servants, used to invite your father, enough to smelt large quantities of source steel for us?"

"Yes, that's enough."

Onyxia looked at the Watcher with a strange expression and whispered:

"But where did you get so much money in the time it took you to go in and have a drink with the goblin tycoon? Did you knock him out, kidnap him, and demand a ransom? Or did you make some shady deal? I just heard a goblin drunk say that Prince Hot Sands never gets close to women."

"Listen to what you're saying! Is this something a Warrior of Light would do? And it seems Lightforged hasn't cleared the yellow rubbish from your head either!"

He glared at Onyxia and said:
"It's just that we've secured an investment for the Lightforged faction. After that, a sum of money will be deposited into our Goblin Bank account every month. Oh, speaking of which, remember to open two shared accounts for our Order and Warband on Booty Shore, and have Noggenfogger do a proper audit of the books."

I don't want to cause any scandal involving my faith and become a laughingstock among other Naaru factions.

"Didn't Prince Hot Sand just decide to invest in Lothar? How come he's suddenly making such a large investment in our warband?"

Princess Black Dragon felt a little dizzy.

She said in confusion:
"Even if it's rich, it can't withstand this kind of mischief, right?"

"Of course you, a great dragon who only piles up wealth in its lair, wouldn't understand. The business thinking of goblins can't be explained in a few words. Hot Sand isn't afraid of spending money; it's only afraid that its enormous wealth won't circulate."

The Watcher wasn't in the mood to explain the workings of goblin commerce to Onyxia. He waved his hand and said:
"In short, our business is no longer troubled by funding issues for the time being. That goblin trade prince is quite a capable fellow. To be honest, he's almost overqualified to be a goblin. If he were a ethereal being, the Astral Consortium would probably be his for the taking."

Has Nellie returned?

We're setting off. We'll pick up Nobound in Kul Tiras at midnight tonight, and we need to be back in Stormwind before tomorrow morning.

"Oh, the archbishop went back to the Exoda twenty minutes ago."

The Black Dragon Princess pouted and said:
"As expected, she lost everything, but she was in a good mood this time. Apparently, she won a 'hidden treasure' in a lottery game, but I don't think the cunning goblins would put real treasures in the casino."

Therefore, I suspect that your outgoing girlfriend may have been deceived.

You'd better go and take a look.

A few minutes later, when Diakum and Onyxia returned to the Exodar's cabin, which was hovering in the stratosphere, they were greeted by an unfamiliar high elf who was leaning against the window, admiring himself in a blue "sand robe."

The guard hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and said:
"So, you drew the 'Orb of Deception' in the goblin casino? Wow, in a way, that's quite a treasure."

"How is it? Isn't my elf form beautiful?"

Using the Orb of Deception to create an illusionary disguise, Nellie deliberately adopted the alluring expression of a high elf. However, since Nellie had not actually seen many high elves, the face she created with the Orb of Deception was simply a combination of the features of the Windrunner family.

This made Diakum sigh, and as she entered the house, he glanced again at her pert buttocks and said regretfully:

"It has no tail."

"Tch, let's see what it feels like to not have a tail."

"But it's no use. My Eye of Truth can see through illusions. However, the way you walk on tiptoe like a cat is so funny."

"Won't you blindfold your damned Eye of Truth? You blockhead of holy light! You have no sense of humor at all. Come inside with me."

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The Exodar spaceship travels at a very high speed in the atmosphere, but since it is its first flight in Azeroth, the spaceship needs to record some necessary flight parameters, so it uses low-power flight.

Almost perfectly timed, it arrived over Boralus, the capital city of the human kingdom of Kul Tiras, at midnight.

Nuboton received advance notice and waited on a hillside outside the harbor. Soon, a landing craft with optical camouflage landed near the hillside, and Diakum and Marad personally came to greet the team member who was the "miracle doctor" in Kul Tiras.

It's been a long time since I last saw Nuboton, and he looks much more haggard. It seems the plague in Kul Tiras is quite severe.

"Their local druids can barely control the rate of flesh degeneration, but many civilians have been tortured to the point of accepting fel magic, and those doomsday prophets are everywhere in Kul Tiras."

The dark, gloomy Drusva mountains were their stronghold.

Nubotton sighed and said:

Even though Prince Drake had invited several forest elf sages to Boralus and begun healing, the number of humans who had sided with the demons was still quite staggering. What was even more alarming was that this trend had even spread to the Kul Tiras navy.

Just a few days ago, a naval task force went missing after leaving port.

According to the Tide Sage's report, the fleet's commander, Duke Farrell, was a follower of the devil. They killed the Tide Sage in the fleet and took advantage of the chaos to escape the island nation. It is said that during their final observation, those guys had already raised a blood-red pirate flag.

Her Majesty Dale was furious.

This was the first large-scale defection of the Kul Tiran navy in decades, and he considered it a disgrace.

"So, does that mean the island nation of Kul Tiras will also be threatened if demons invade?"

Marlaad said seriously:

"Could it be that their strongest naval force is unable to spare resources to support the Eastern Kingdom?"

"Still providing support?"

Nubotton sighed with a pained expression and said:
"It would be a great relief if Kul Tiras could stabilize itself amidst the inevitable chaos. The demons are clearly well-prepared; they will definitely isolate the human kingdoms to make it easier to conquer them one by one."

And for some unknown reason, the dead in Kul Tiras have been abnormally resurrected recently.

Some have even seen an entire ghost fleet of undead in the open sea.

I don't know the situation in the Eastern Kingdoms, but based on what I've seen in Kul Tiras during this time, I think the situation they're about to face is going to be very, very bad, even worse than when we fought the demons and the War Horde in Shattrath City.

Pessimistically speaking, even if this maritime kingdom survives this chaos, it will be difficult for them to regain their former glory in the short term.

"Let's go back to the spaceship first."

Diakum patted Nuboton on the shoulder and said:

"You two go back first. I'll scout around here. Don't worry about me. Let the Exodar ship continue towards Stormwind Kingdom. I'll catch up with you after I finish my scouting."

"Okay, please be careful, sage."

Nuboton reminded:

"I suspect that a fear lord is hiding in Kul Tiras. Well, it probably won't dare to show itself in front of you."

"It's right here! It's incredibly audacious, as if it's deliberately provoking me, the 'Holy Light Butcher'."

Diakum squinted, staring at the dark port of Boralus, and said:
“I can smell that sulfurous stench even from this far away. Leave it to me, you guys go back and rest.”

Having said that, Diakum summoned his Kaher Wanderer, pulled on the reins, and disappeared into the shadows.

After several shadowy splashes, he arrived at the King's Castle in Boralus without alerting anyone. This place was called "Proudmore Fortress," the palace area of ​​Admiral Daelin.

However, as a fine young man who has been battling the storms of life for many years, Dalene's style is quite different from that of other human kings.

He was more like a general than a king.

He likes being called that.

Diakum dismounted his "Great Monster Fish" mount, and without even needing to summon the shadows, the shadows of the night flocked around the noble Devourer of Worlds in a "sycophantic" manner, concealing his presence and allowing him to step into King Daelin's fortress as if he were invisible.

Because Prince Drake had invited the Forest Spirit Sages to Kul Tiras, there were at least no severely infected individuals with the Plague in the King's Fortress. Although the warriors recovered their health, they could not get rid of the emaciation and hunchback caused by the Plague's degeneration of flesh.

To be harsh, this is already the standard for disabled people.

However, the warriors were very responsible in patrolling around the castle. They knew that the country was not at peace recently, so they were very careful. It was also the first time that Diakum had come to Her Majesty Daelin's fortress. He followed the sulfurous smell and soon came to an area behind the palace.

In a charmingly decorated little palace, Dalene's favorite little daughter, Gianna Proudmore, is hiding in bed with a look of terror on her face. The three-year-old girl seems to have sensed some kind of danger approaching.

Her blue eyes were wide open as she screamed in anguish, calling for her powerful father to protect her.

But amidst the little girl's terrified screams, Diakum kicked open the pink door adorned with pretty seashells.

As the saint stepped inside, the Holy Spirit form activated, and wings of light scattered. Golden cherubs, each wielding a sword, circled around the Holy Spirit, shouting loudly. The shattered but still holy blade-like Ash Messenger jumped into his palm, and golden holy flames danced back and forth between the broken blades.

"You know I'm coming, so why don't you run away? Are you just going to stay here and wait to die?"

Diakum stared at little Jaina, who was huddled at the head of the bed, screaming in terror.

His Eye of Truth reflected a pretentious female Fear Lord, who knew her disguise couldn't fool the "Lightbringer," but she was fearless and even provoked him in the demon's true form.

Dreadlords are not ordinary demons, and the Vigilant's "Ashbringer" power has no effect on them.

Or perhaps they will indeed be ground to dust by the Ashbringer, their souls brimming with fel energy, but they will be reborn in their true "homeland." Death? Ha, for undead creatures, death is just like going home.

Who would be afraid to go home?

"Who are you! Stay away from my daughter, you bastard!"

Daelin Proudmoore's roar echoed behind Diakum. The king had arrived in haste, evident from his naked body clad only in traditional Kul Tiran boxer shorts. He gripped a general's sword in one hand and a dwarven spearblade in the other, his eyes blazing with fury as he aimed at the villain who intended to harm his daughter!
Queen Catherine, who rushed over with him, was also only wearing her nightgown, carrying a rose dagger in one hand and a musket in the other.

This couple is absolutely amazing.

You have three children now!
And how come they're already thinking about having a child after recovering from a serious illness? Do they have such a good relationship? It's truly enviable.

"So, how did you become parents?"

Ignoring the muskets aimed behind him, Diakum walked towards the screaming Jaina, sword in hand, and said coldly:

"You didn't even know your daughter had been switched by a demon?"

"Stop!"

Dale didn't dare fire at this distance, fearing she might accidentally hurt her youngest daughter. She could only charge forward with her command sword, but the next second she was bound in place by the holy light unleashed by the Holy Spirit, along with "Jaina".

Under the scorching light of the blazing sun, the legendary demon finally succumbed, and her disguise crumbled.

Under the horrified gazes of Dalene and the Queen, their obedient little daughter transformed into a terrifying demon king with a pale face and bat wings on his back!
"No, Daddy, Mommy! What kind of evil magic is this? Help me!"

The dreadlord, bound in place by the holy light, was still uttering Jaina's voice, screaming in terror as if this truly was Diakum's evil doing.

The vigilant knew perfectly well what this guy was trying to achieve with such a strenuous performance, but unfortunately, his attitude towards demons was always the same.

"Look at your classic Fallen Fortress-style armor. If I remember correctly, your name is Meltranix?"

Diakum enveloped Ashbringer in holy flames and whispered to the snarling Nathrezim before him:
"Give my regards to your master, and don't get too cocky. I will find a way to purify you permanently, it won't be long!"

"buzz"

As the holy blade fell, under the purification of the demigod-level holy light, the Dreadlord screamed and turned into a ball of scorching ashes that flew through the whimsical room. When the corroded armor crashed onto little Jaina's bed, Diakum waved his hand and dispelled the chains of holy light.

As he turned around, an enraged Dalyn grabbed him by the collar, and the king, his eyes bloodshot, roared:
"Even if it really is a demon, you should at least interrogate it! My daughter. Oh my God, my little Jaina!"

"It's no use. The Dreadlords never tell the truth. If you open your mouth to interrogate them, you'll fall into their trap. They'll most likely lead you to a place that will definitely destroy you. Their plans are always vicious, interconnected schemes."

Dick stared at the angry admiral and said:

"I know you can't listen to me right now, but your daughter can still be saved! The prerequisite is that you calm down. The Dreadlord won't kill a spellcaster with terrifying talent so easily, even if she's still very young, she's still very valuable."

Think about it, when exactly was your daughter switched at birth?

"Here."

With the soothing guidance of emotional manipulation, Dahlin and Queen Catherine quickly calmed down.

The guards who had surrounded her were dispersed by Diakum in a whisper, and the Queen quickly remembered that a week earlier she had taken her daughter out of the city to visit the local druid leader, the Great Thorn Whisperer, when her daughter had left her for a short while.

"It must have been that time! At the Alm's Platform, that was the only time Jaina was out of my sight during this period."

Queen Catherine clutched her heart in anguish, overwhelmed with remorse.

"Could it be those wicked witches hiding in the darkness of Drustvar?"

Dai Lin clenched her fists, her face filled with murderous intent.

"Wait a mininute."

Diakum took out the Arkenite Crystal and called out:

"Cromie, come to me, I need your help with something."

"Huh? I haven't fully mastered time yet."

“Little Jaina Proudmoore has been replaced by the Dreadlord, and I must find her immediately.”

"Wow! That's exciting! Wait a minute, I'm coming right away! I'll do my best to help."

Amidst the bronze dragon's shouts and cries, she appeared before Dale and her husband in the vortex of time moments later.

In his dwarf form, Chromie arrogantly demanded Queen Catherine's cooperation, then activated Time Rewind, causing Queen Catherine to disappear from the spot. A few minutes later, they reappeared.

"It was indeed that day! Little Jaina was playing at the Alm's Platform when she was replaced by the Dreadlord, but she was taken away from Azeroth by the Dreadlord's companions, and it's hard to say which demon world she's in now."

Chromie's expression was quite serious as she said:
"This is not a good situation. Even with the blessing of the Star Soul Lord, my time reversal still cannot escape the scope of this world."

"My daughter has been taken to the world of demons?"

Dale and his wife were devastated when they heard the news.

If Jaina were still somewhere in this world, he would do everything in his power to bring his daughter back, but now that she's outside the world, no matter how powerful his warship is, it can't sail through the stars.

Dick was also somewhat worried. Jaina, no matter how talented she was, was only three years old. Once she was taken into the Twisting Nether, she would soon become a half-demon.

The problem is, there's no way to find it now.
"She should have the Proudmoore family's magic pendant on her?"

Chromie, the "Time Detective," tilted her head and offered a suggestion:

"It is said that the pendant is connected to the bloodline of the Proudmoore family, so if she still carries it with her, she might be able to find some clues."

"Yes. My daughter never takes her pendant off!"

Dale took her silver anchor pendant off her neck and handed it to Diakum. She no longer cared who Diakum was; she only wanted to find her daughter.

At the very least, we need to determine if she is safe.

"To maintain the connection of bloodlines, I must resort to the secret technique of the Blood Curse."

Diakum looked at the pendant in his hand, took a few steps back, summoned Shadow to enter Void form, and used the connection between their bloodlines to search for Jaina's whereabouts through the pendant. A few seconds later, he sensed her presence.

"Dad, Mom? Where are you?"

Jaina's terrified screams rang out from the pendant, sounding very unreal, as if from another distant world.

Queen Catherine was about to rush forward but was stopped by Dalene. Although the king was not a spellcaster, he had a high elf archmage lover and knew that Diakum's void form was extremely dangerous to mortals.

"Don't worry, little girl, I'm with your parents."

Dick stroked the pendant and said softly:

"They are looking for you, they are very worried about you, tell me, where are you now?"

"I'm in a strange place!"

Jaina's voice answered, faintly:

"Those demons captured me. They were going to take me to their legion. I even heard a wicked demon say that he would train me to be the most powerful demon mage. But suddenly they were swallowed up by darkness, and then a strange person took me to the broken world where it was."

It told me that this place was very, very far from Azeroth, and that I should wait patiently for an opportunity to be sent back.

Who was the person who saved you?

Dick blinked and asked:

Is it a phantom?

"Yes, it says it is a phantom, and it says its name is 'Dual Realm Walker'."

Little Jaina replied:
"But I don't know if I can trust it. I'm so scared. There's no light in this place, only shadows. It's teaching me to control those powers, but I can't."

"You can do it! You are the most powerful spellcaster in Azeroth, you possess a truly terrifying talent."

Diakum was relieved and comforted him:

"The Twin Walker is a good person, you can trust him. Please tell him that a group of 'Void Elves' is about to be born in Azeroth, and they desperately need a senior who can harness entropy to guide and lead them."

If it is interested, it can say that the Lightforgers are waiting for it in this world and invite it to come and meet them.

It will bring you back on its way, little girl.

"What if it doesn't want to?"

Gianna was a little worried, she said:

“The Twin Realms Traveler is elusive, and I’m worried I won’t be able to persuade him.”

"It's alright, it will come to keep its promise."

As the Void Eye on his shoulder closed once more, the Lightforger sent out a message imbued with a "Void Invitation":

"Because the Lightforged is also a 'devourer of worlds,' the Lightforged and the Voidwalkers share the same enemy, and they can cooperate! Be patient, little Jaina, you will soon be sent home by the Twoworld Walkers."

Your parents are waiting for you, so don't worry them, good boy. Don't play with 'bad friends' in the dark.

(End of this chapter)