Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 283, Section 40: The Sleeping One, Miserable Zulushid, Takes a Major Breakthrough - Bonus Chapter [515]

(Bonus chapter for "Huo Zheng Ting Hao" [5/15])
"I left a spell on the pendant to enhance bloodline awareness, so that the two of you will be the first to notice if little Jaina gets close to Azeroth. Rest assured, the child is currently under the protection of a trusted person."

This could perhaps be considered a 'serendipitous encounter'.

Or, to put it more favorably, this is fate's tempering and trial for those destined for greatness.

Diakum returned the silver anchor pendant, which was enveloped in a faint, dim light, to King Daelin, who was now wearing a trench coat to cover his body.

But his and Queen Catherine's expressions didn't exactly convey relief.

Dalene cares deeply for her children and doesn't have the utilitarian mindset of other kings who see their daughters as "tools for marriage." The problem is that the demon's intervention has made it difficult for the parents to deal with the situation effectively.

"These damned demons!"

The admiral cursed.

He struggled to suppress his anger and thanked Diakum.

The vigilantes paid no heed, merely instructing the King of Kul Tiras to take the impending demonic invasion of the country seriously.

"The best response is to eliminate those demon worshippers in advance to prevent them from using terrible sacrifices to actively open more fel portals. That's a common invasion tactic of the Burning Legion. Once their vanguard enters the material world, the rate at which demons grow will far exceed your imagination."

I know the spread of the Holy Light in Kul Tiras has not been smooth, and you have a tidal faith here, but in the fight against demons and other evil, the Lightwalkers are clearly more reliable.”

Diakum reminded him:
"The Lightforged Chapter will leave a Beacon of Faith here. If the battle turns against you and you need support, be sure to contact us as soon as possible."

"Thank you for your reminder and help."

Dai Lin did not refuse the gift.

He instructed his trusted guard, a strong and valiant Kul Tiran warrior, to take the triangular, crystal-adorned teleportation beacon. He intended to invite Diakum to stay for a few days, but the Vigilant was currently busy returning to Stormwind Kingdom to obtain information from the Eastern Kingdoms.

He politely declined the king's invitation, then activated the war powers of the Great Lord of Light, disappearing into Daelin's palace as he transformed into a streak of light.

Chromie, who was very satisfied with his first time actively involved in mortal affairs and witnessing Jaina's fantastical journey, waved to the two of them before turning around and jumping into the vortex of the Sands of Time.

After they left, Dale held her grieving wife and clutched the silver pendant tightly in her hand.

At that moment, his hatred for demons reached its peak.

This was no longer the kind of gossip that came from afar; the devil had extended his filthy claws into his family, which was enough to make Dalene make up her mind.

"Celes!"

The king said coldly:

"Summon Lord Norvington and his Goldenmane Cavalry, and invite Master Orpha and his Thorn Whisperers. Inform Lord Vikres to prepare his army and have the Second Fleet ready to set sail with me early tomorrow morning."

Destination: Drusva Mountains!

Since those doomsday prophets are hiding there, let that dark mountain region completely devour their souls!

Set up the frame for burning the witch!

I will burn them all, one by one, at Butcher's Harbor.

"As you command, Your Majesty!"

The loyal Grand Knight Cyrus turned and left to deliver the order. Queen Catherine wiped away her tears and said in a hoarse voice:
"But the warriors have only just recovered from the plague. Isn't it a bit risky to start a war so hastily?"

"This isn't just about getting revenge for poor Jaina."

The admiral looked at the pendant shimmering with a dim light in his hand and said:

"The demon is coming!"

They have begun to infiltrate the upper echelons of Kul Tiras, instigating a fleet rebellion and alienating our commanders. Time is running out, and eliminating their minions before they arrive is the only thing we can do.

But Jaina's experience serves as a reminder.

Catherine, I appoint you as Admiral of the Third Fleet.

Tomorrow I will take Tanred and the Third Fleet to Stormwind Kingdom. After that damned Farivel's betrayal, the Third Fleet's strength was severely damaged, and the agreement between Stormwind Kingdom and us also requires us to send another fleet to support their war.

This is an opportunity!
You need to rebuild and replenish the Third Fleet in Stormwind Kingdom, and while you're at it, bring the heirs and families of the nobles there. Although it has just experienced war, it is obviously safer than Kul Tiras right now.

"However, there are rumors about Lothar and the rebuilding of the empire."

Queen Catherine, who also comes from a prominent family and has a certain sensitivity to politics, expressed her concerns:
"Wouldn't this be seen as Kul Tiras pledging allegiance to Lothar?"

"His premise for rebuilding the empire is that the human kingdoms' heritage must be preserved after the demon invasion, but the demons won't let us off just because we are Kul Tirans."

Dailin sighed and took his wife's cold hand in his.

He looked at the room before him, so full of childlike wonder yet utterly silent, and said in a deep voice:

"Now is the time to unite and face the enemy. Let's deal with those dirty political considerations after we've weathered the crisis, if Kul Tiras survives because of the unity Anduin Lothar has forged."
Therefore, becoming the Admiral of the Arathor Empire's navy is not an unacceptable outcome for me.

You know, my beloved, being king isn't a wonderful thing for me.

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"Daelin's daughter has been kidnapped by a demon? By the Holy Light!"

At dawn, when the Exodar arrived in Stormwind, Diakum and the others immediately went to Stormwind Keep to meet Lothar. After hearing about what had happened in Kul Tiras, Lothar, who had been under a lot of pressure lately, suddenly stood up and said loudly:

"Is that poor little girl alright now?"

"Her life is safe, but she may have to face some strange changes that come with the turning point in her life."

Diakum waved his hand and said:
"Little Jaina will return to Azeroth after some time, and she even managed to escape the demonic invasion war by sheer luck, which is hardly a bad thing."

Where is His Majesty Ryan?
Has any green dragon come to treat him recently?

"Yes, and there's more than one."

The marshal, whose hairline had noticeably improved due to the trials of life, explained:

"On the second day after you arrived in Kalimdor, a green dragon of the Emerald Legion appeared in your dream. It used dragon magic to help Llane temporarily dispel some of the nightmares that plagued him, but it said that the toxins were complex and that you needed to find a more powerful Emerald healer."

A few days later, a legendary dragon nicknamed 'Dreamwalker' arrived in the Stormwind Kingdom.

But she could only ensure that Ryan wouldn't fall into nightmares again; she still couldn't cure the illness. However, the Dreamwalker was an impatient woman. She said she would follow the nightmare toxin to track down the culprit, but she never returned.

We haven't heard from her for at least a week. According to the mages, the Dreamwalker's final whereabouts have disappeared into the depths of the Black Swamp.

But the situation in the kingdom is not so stable, and I really can't find the time to go and check on it.

Diakum nodded.

He went with Lothar to check on King Llane's condition. The good news was that the green dragons had pulled him out of his nightmare, but the bad news was that the damned poison was still in effect, preventing the king from waking up. However, the fact that his condition wouldn't worsen relieved everyone's worries.

Upon learning that a Naaru starship was hovering above Stormwind and that two thousand Lightforged warriors were ready to join the war against the demons, Lothar's furrowed brow immediately relaxed.

他 说:

"I don't quite understand what conditions are required for starship docking, but please make your request as soon as possible, and we will do our best to meet it as long as the Kingdom can."

"The Exodar is piloted by the Naaru, so there's no need to worry about supplies. However, we do need to find a place for His Holiness Volos to get adequate rest. He's quite exhausted from piloting the ship across the galaxy, and I really don't want to see the tragedy of the Genidad repeat itself. Therefore, I hope to temporarily set aside an area in Northshire Abbey as a temporary residence for His Holiness Volos and the Lightforged Chapter."

As for the starship, it can be docked near Thunder Falls.

The location is very high, making it inaccessible to most people except for griffon riders, and it also provides access to pure water to replenish the starship's supplies.

Diakum had already planned it on his way here.

He said to Losa:
"But there is one thing I need to remind you: the Lightforged Chapter will only participate in Azeroth's war against the demons. My soldiers and I will not become your army to help you rebuild the Empire."

This is your internal affair; you'll have to figure out how to resolve it yourself.

“I understand, that’s enough! I never intended to rebuild the empire with the help of external forces, as that would have cost me what little legitimacy I had left.”

Losa said in a deep voice:
"Moreover, humans regard the Holy Light as the true faith, and Northshire Abbey is our sacred place of faith. It is our honor to welcome a Naaru and a pure warrior of light. You need not worry. Northshire Abbey is like your home. You can stay there as long as you wish."

Of course, to appease the people, may I invite His Majesty Volos to perform a blessing for them every now and then? He doesn't need to do anything, just show up!

Archbishop Alonsous Fao made all the arrangements.

Please understand that, in the current situation, upholding one's beliefs is of utmost importance to both the people and the soldiers.

I have heard that during the tens of thousands of years the Draenei have been exiled across the stars, it was the Radiant Naaru who became your pillar of strength, protecting your people through the darkest times. Perhaps, in this time when Azeroth is about to face great calamity, those beings of light can also become our pillar of strength.”

"This requires Archbishop Fao to negotiate with His Majesty Volos in person, but I don't think His Majesty Volos will refuse such a request. The Naru are all truly good people, and their selfless dedication makes us all feel ashamed."

Diakum agreed to the request.

Northshire Abbey, with Naaru and Lightforged at its helm, sounds so cool.

Well, now even if the human recruits get beaten black and blue by the enemy in Millie's ancestral vineyard, they'll still stand tall with pride whenever they hear the Naaru's hymns.

The Vigilant was about to spend some time talking to Lothar about the Goblin Hot Sands Consortium's decision to invest in his "restoration project" when he was suddenly interrupted by Teregosa teleporting to his side.

This guy couldn't control his "new body" well yet, which caused frost to splatter when he landed, freezing the marshal's desk completely.

The commotion startled the guards of Stormwind Keep, who immediately drew their weapons to protect their leader.

"Be gentler next time!"

Diakum scolded:
"Stop being so clumsy. You've almost scared the royal archmages to death. How can human defensive magic withstand a dragon charging around like this? Tell me, what happened that made you so anxious?"

"It's Mylinsela! Something terrible has happened."

Teregosa gripped the Watcher's arm, her face tense, and said:
"Princess Green Dragon just fainted! After Rhea revived her, she told us that the guardian power of the Green Dragonflight is being drained! This must be the work of that damned dragon soul. It's not just the power of one Green Dragon being extracted; the guardian power of the entire Emerald Legion is being drained from its source."

Something must have happened to Queen Ysera the Sleeper.

"Quickly use your miraculous holy light to think of a solution!"

"Don't rush! Can you control your strength? The guards next to you are freezing to death!"

Diakum roared, signaling the blue dragon mother to quickly retract her power.

Perhaps because the Vigilant's mastery of the Curse of Flesh was not yet stable, he "overdid it" when reshaping Teregosa's body, causing the creature to release terrifying chills whenever it panicked.

This problem is nothing on the Exodar ship, where Lightforged are everywhere and they are not afraid of such a small amount of cold air leaking out.

The problem was that the guards of Stormwind Keep, no matter how fierce they were, were still just mortals. Faced with the blue great dragon's "cold air shock," they were all shivering from the cold, and ice formed on their armor.

"You're not allowed to run around anymore!"

The vigilant waved his hand and said:

"Let Imira watch over you. You can only come out when you can perfectly control the cold!"

After saying this, he unleashed holy flames to melt the ice, and incidentally gave the warriors over a dozen buffs as a form of emotional compensation. Then he said to Lothar:
"I have to go check it out, do you want to come with me?"

"Of course, I haven't seen a starship yet. As the regent of the kingdom, I must first pay my respects to His Majesty Volos."

Lothar, covered in ice shards, glanced helplessly at the large blue dragon mother who was counting on her fingers with her head down. He stood up and said:
"Wait a moment while I change into something presentable."

"What time is it? Forget about all this formalities. Come closer to me and watch me use the power of the Great Lord of Light to teleport us there."

Meanwhile, on the other side, outside the territory of the Stormwind Kingdom, in the center of a secluded lake deep in the Black Swamp.

There is a huge pit here, and inside the pit is a strange troll temple submerged in a pool of water.

The surrounding swamp is filled with a green, poisonous mist, completely isolating this place from the outside world.

That was the poisonous mist and miasma spread by the green dragons, which had been here for thousands of years, not to harm people but to ensure that some careless travelers would not approach this dangerous area.

This is the sealed area.

This place contains the remains of an ancient evil god associated with trolls, and a group of troll cultists who worship the evil god live year-round in the temple sealed beneath the pool.

However, this temple, which had been dead and silent for countless years, was bustling with activity today, or rather, "bustling" in a physical sense.

The Shadow Council, which has flourished once again under Zul'Gurub's rule, is present. This "inclusive organization" established by Gul'dan still exudes an abstract beauty that is a collection of scum from all races.

Besides the green-skinned warlocks, there are also kobold earth occultists, gnoll shadow warlocks, Void arakkoan sages, shadow ogre wizards, and human cultists who have appeared out of nowhere to join them. There are even flamboyant Naga sea witches and their murloc servants. Add to that the troll blood god followers who already exist in the Temple of Atal'Hakkar, and it's truly a gathering of "all the wise men and women".

These bad things gathering together certainly aren't doing anything good.

In fact, they had just accomplished something truly "magnificent" in every sense of the word under Zuluhd's leadership.

"what"

The enormous and elegant Emerald Queen Ysera collapsed weakly in the most defiled hall deep within the temple. This powerful guardian dragon had noticed the recent mysterious disappearances of her people and had been investigating them. Upon hearing the mournful cries of the green dragons, she descended in a dream to offer her aid.

However, this was a trap specifically designed to target her!

"Mighty Dragon King! Invincible Dragon King! Give me your power!"

Zulushid felt like he was having the ultimate high.

Holding the Dragon Soul, he controlled and absorbed Ysera's dream powers amidst the clamor of a horde of evil minions.

It's no exaggeration to say that if this terrifying dragon king were given just one chance to breathe, everyone present, including the temple itself, would be instantly reduced to dust. But unfortunately, the dragon's soul is just too overpowered.

Zulushid, wielding it, is the true nemesis and nemesis of these guardian dragons.

Ysera was brought under control.

She quickly fell into weakness, only able to passively feel her protective power being constantly drained by the evil thing. Around her in the hall, the green dragons that had recently disappeared were all in a weakened state, having been "devoured."

Their dream powers have been completely drained, turning them into large green lizards like Teregosa.

But that's not the scariest thing.

The most terrifying thing was that the Sleeper saw the gloomy "elves" around Zul'Farrak, wreathed in fel fire. They were fel-infused green dragons, traitors who had betrayed the Emerald Legion and joined the Burning Legion ten thousand years ago.

The corrupted green dragons are working together to open a fel portal to the outer realms. Amid the cheers of warlocks of all races, Ysera lets out mournful howls. Perhaps Zul'jiiva is so engrossed in the power that he has forgotten his promise to the Nightmare Tyrant.

As Eranikus stepped into the territory of Azeroth in human form, it immediately noticed the wounds on Ysera's body caused by the draining of power.

This enraged the Nightmare Tyrant.

It flashed to Zul'Gurub's side and grabbed the warlock, who was immersed in power, by the neck with one hand, instantly making the warlock feel death approaching.

"You pig! How dare you hurt my beloved? You're tired of living!"

"Ah, Your Majesty Nightmare Tyrant, Queen Ysera's power is too great. I can't control her without doing this. Please spare me!"

Zul'jid, as expected of an excellent warlock, instantly changed his expression and pleaded:

"Isn't this so that you can better take your beloved away and step into the blessing of fel energy together? I am absolutely loyal to you and have no other intentions."

"Hmph, stupid!"

The Nightmare Tyrant tossed Zul'hild to the ground, his cold eyes sweeping across the surroundings, causing the lowly warlocks to kneel in unison.

The power of the Great Demon is indeed something these small fry dare not face directly.

"Who said I would bring my beloved into the world of fel magic? No, fel magic is a curse! And everything I do is for salvation."

Eranicus walks toward the grieving Ysera.

Its eyes were filled with a tenderness and pity never before seen in the past ten thousand years, and it waved its hand, saying:

"Take the dragon soul and get out of here, Zul'jird. Our contract is over, and the artifact is yours! Of course, you still need to use it to do one last thing for me."

Ps:

There are currently 132 chapters missing.

The next bonus chapter will be on the 16th.

(End of this chapter)