Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 284, Section 41. Terrified by the Pure Love of Azeroth! - Bonus Chapter for "Huo Zheng Ting Hao" [615]

"Mother. Mother is crying out. No! I see their kin trapped. They have lost their power in that cursed land, Mother!"

Mylinsella screamed and then sat up in her bed as if awakened from a nightmare.

Her elven-like appearance was covered in cold sweat, making her look like a pitiful person tormented by neurasthenia, lacking any of the strength and majesty that a guardian dragon should possess.

But this is normal.

Not only was she trapped in a nightmare, but she was also physically weak due to the abnormal loss of power, which explains why Teregosa was so anxious to find someone to help her.

She had been in a similar predicament before, and she knew how painful it was, which is why she wanted to "GHG".

"Take a deep breath, Mylinsela. It's normal to feel dizzy. Don't worry, just bear with it for a while."

The blue dragon mother was still helping her fellow patients, but the others couldn't wait any longer. Diakum, with a serious expression, stepped forward and asked:
"What do you see?"

“My mother, the Green Dragon Queen, has fallen into that vile trap! An evil orc warlock is using the Dragon Soul to drain the power of her Guardians, and I saw it too… I saw ‘Father’!”

Mylinsela's face turned deathly pale. She moved her lips and said:
“I haven’t seen it for ten thousand years, but it’s the one who controls those evil sorcerers. It set this trap, and it’s going to drag my mother down with it into the corruption of fel energy. It’s here! It has entered this world!”

"'Nightmare Tyrant' Eranikus has entered Azeroth? Is he currently in the sunken Temple of Atal'Hakkar?"

Diakum narrowed his eyes and turned to Faria, saying:
"Let His Majesty Volos hold on a little longer! The Exodar takes off immediately and heads to the Black Swamp! All Lightforged who can fight, move into the combat zone! Now that the Great Demon has come, he's not leaving."

"As ordered."

When Faria heard that their opponent was a great demon, her expression immediately hardened.

She strode out of the room, and moments later, the Naaru ship that had just landed near Thunderfall took off again, transforming into a golden streak of light and soaring into the sky amidst the gasps of the royal mages of Stormwind.

"You should also prepare for battle."

Diakum said to the four dragons, including Chromie:

"It's still hard to say whether Eranikus will lead the Dream Queen into the fel energy, but he certainly didn't enter Azeroth alone. Perhaps the Nightmare Legion's dragons have already arrived, or perhaps this is part of the Corruptors' plan to invade Azeroth."

The Exodar's escorting main guns don't possess the terrifying power of the Lightbringer's Arbiter, but we must still inflict as much damage as possible on those dragons.

"No problem! Leave it to me."

Princess Black Dragon clenched her fist, and as the spikes on her battle armor rose, a violent aura exploded in an instant.

Mylinsera was very weak at this moment; the constant loss of her Guardian power rendered her unable to fight. She could only watch Diakum leave the room, and then said to Teregosa beside her:

"I'm sorry to trouble you all this time, sisters, please be sure to save my mother! The Sleepers must not fall into the hands of the Burning Legion. My father's fall from grace once was enough to break my heart."

"We will do everything in our power."

Looking at the weakened Melinsera, the great blue dragon mother recalled her own helplessness from years ago, and said in a deep voice:

"You stay here and rest well. Don't overthink it. The Vigilant will never stand idly by and let that evil continue to spread."

"That's not necessarily the case."

Rhea Stazar, the red dragon, frowned and asked with a puzzled expression beneath her goblin appearance:

"Given the Vigilant's strength, he should have had many opportunities to reclaim the Dragon Soul if he had known it was in the hands of the orc warlock, but he didn't."

"click"

The Black Dragon Princess flashed forward like lightning, lifting the goblin red dragon from the ground. The snake-like eyes beneath the heavy helmet stared at her, and she said:
“You may continue, Rheastasa, so that others who do not understand may see the consequences of slandering the noble.”

"Alright, Onyxia, it's not hard to guess."

Chromie raised her staff and stood aside to stop them:
“We’ve all been to Draenor, and we know that the Vigilant was bound by a vengeful oath from the World Tree. He cannot cooperate with members of the Titans, and we’ve all met with the Star Soul Lord, so we should understand why he did this.”

If someone has to be the villain wielding the Dragon Soul, then it's best for everyone to take on that role if the power-hungry Greenskins are the ones who crave power.

Losing the power of the Guardians is not a big deal. The most important thing is that we dragons should find our place in the world of Azeroth and know who our friends are and who our enemies are.

If you ask me…

The dwarf with the bun hairstyle looked at the weakened Mylinsela and grinned, saying:
"This is not a bad thing, Mylene. You and your people now have enough reason to say goodbye to the undignified identity of 'Titan Jailer'. And I hope you are mentally prepared that we may not be able to rescue your mother this time."

Your father, having done so much, would never allow his plans to fail, but don't worry, as Queen Ysera loses her power, her tragic and desolate future is also reversed.

We will definitely save her.

I promise you that! "

While the dragons were giving their "pre-battle pep talk," Lothar and his guards, who had come to pay homage to the Naaru, stared blankly at the suddenly taking-off spaceship and the well-trained Lightforged who rushed out of the rest area to change their weapons.

The human marshal stared in disbelief as the six-meter-tall, golden, round, light-forged war machine, operated by technicians, emerged from the hangar. He then saw the slender yet powerful "Zealot" immortal warriors complete their mental awakening, rising from their hibernation pods and equipping themselves with weapons.

This scene of rapid preparation for war was something that humanity, still under feudalism, had never seen before, and the fierce fighting power of the Holy Light Legion's warriors also opened Marshal Lothar's eyes.

Soon, Yrel was sent to invite Marshal Lothar to join the operation. She brandished her holy blade and proclaimed:
"The Lightforged Chapter was ordered to assassinate the great demon 'Nightmare Tyrant' Eranikus, who has entered Azeroth. He is one of the 'Three Generals' under Cenarius the Defiler and has destroyed at least three of our Starship Clan's worlds in the past ten thousand years. He is one of the Eredar's enemies."

Saint Diakum has made up his mind to kill it in that cursed temple! To uphold the righteousness of the Eredar and the punitive power of the Holy Light.

The Vigilant invites you to join this operation.

However, to ensure your safety, we have prepared a specially designed light-forged war mech for you, and you will be piloting it in this sortie!

"what?"

Lothar, filled with hatred for demons, was both eager and resigned. He said:

"The most sophisticated engineering creation I've ever encountered is the dwarven steam tank. Your lightforged war machine looks powerful, but it's also incredibly complex."

"It's okay, I don't know how to drive it either, but the technicians said the thing they prepared for you is very easy to operate. There are only five levers for forward, backward, firing, charging, and braking. You'll get the hang of it after driving it around the battlefield a few times."

If all else fails, floor the gas pedal!
The technicians confidently asserted that crushing everything in their path was one of the combat options available to the Lightforged mech pilots.

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"You want me to completely extract the power of dreams from the sleeper's body? But that is a power bestowed by the Titans! It is a trace of the true god's power."

Zul'hild stared blankly at Eranikus, but the Nightmare Tyrant ignored him and simply reached out to touch the Sleeping Queen, who was weakened and controlled by the Dragon Soul.

Its fingers traced the emerald-like scales, and it whispered:
"Yes, you heard me right, and I didn't say it wrong. I want you to extract all the dream power from my beloved's body, leaving not a single drop!"
I want you to shatter the chains and shackles the Titans have placed upon Ysera. I want you to truly grant my beloved eternal freedom, instead of forcing her into this wretched state to fulfill a wrong mission she should not bear.

“Uh, forgive my bluntness, Your Majesty.”

Zul'jid glanced at the dragon soul in his hand and sighed:
"It's impossible. This artifact has a limit to how much it can extract the dragon's power."

I've tried before, and it was barely enough to deal with ordinary dragons, but with your consort being such a powerful demigod dragon king, the dragon soul could only weaken her and couldn't extract the dream authority from her body at all.

That thing had almost become one with her flesh and blood and existence.

If we force it, she might die. You wouldn't want to see that happen, would you?

"So I prepared this for you."

Eranikus took an exquisite magic bottle from his baggage and tossed it to Zul'hild.

The latter took it and glanced at it, and was immediately terrified.

The bottle was filled with green fluorescence, looking quite beautiful like a jar of fireflies, but Zul'hild knew exactly what it was. A plague jar filled with degenerate spores!
Do not!
The one he has is even more outrageous.

The degenerate spores here are definitely purified, containing not a trace of evil energy, but they gather the degenerate power of life force to the extreme. Even a little bit of it will turn an ordinary person into a hunchbacked dwarf who can't speak in a very short time.

"Give it to my beloved to return Ysera to our purest and most primal form, to completely abandon the 'jailer uniform' that the Titans tempted us to wear, which represents nothing of nobility or glory."

This is a symbol of shame!

Eranicus said in a hoarse voice:
"This jar of degenerate spores will allow Ysera to regain her former power. The loss of Titan power will not weaken her; she will become the proud, soaring progenitor dragon king of my memories. And in this process of degeneration, the shackles and chains the Titans placed on my beloved will loosen."

Then you can use the Dragon Soul to strip away the Titan powers.

The full power of the guardian dragon king will be in your hands; you are free to use it however you wish.

As I just said, once you complete this task, your pact with the Nightmare Dragon will end, and the Dragon Soul will be your reward. But be careful, Zul'jird, ambitious warlock, you are only using it.

Its true owner has not yet appeared.

"I don't know!"

Zulushid, who had been silently serving the dragons, finally couldn't suppress his doubts at this moment.

He knew he shouldn't have asked that question, but he couldn't help but whisper:
"Why do you torture your queen like this? Your Majesty, even a wicked sorcerer like me can sense that you truly love the Sleeper, so why make her suffer like this?"
You keep saying 'save'.

But I don't see what kind of salvation this is!
In fact, to me, you seem like a madman bewitched by evil energy, stubbornly doing something that will never earn you any gratitude.

This either proves you're a saint.

Either prove you were already insane ten thousand years ago when you fell into depravity.

"Hmph, what reason do I have to explain all this to you? Warlock, know your place!"

The Nightmare Tyrant turned and glared at Zul'shid.

The Great Demon's ruthless aura transformed into a raging inferno that nearly consumed Zul'jid's very spirit, forcing the shameless green-skinned warlock to his knees, repeatedly kowtowing and begging for mercy.

But the next instant, a weak voice sounded from beside Eranikus:
"My beloved, I also want to know the answer to this question: Why? Why did you treat me and my people this way?"

The voice was weak and sorrowful, filled with pain, but it wasn't just because the speaker was in dire straits.

Queen Ysera, the Sleeper, opened her eyes, her beautiful gaze filled with incomprehension and sorrow.

In response to her question, Eranikus remained silent for a moment. It opened its arms and embraced Ysera's massive dragon head, gently patting her beloved scales as it had done when they were alone together in the past. It said:
“I think my sudden betrayal during the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago broke your heart, my dear Ysera. Not a day has passed since I stopped thinking of you, in the burning of fel energy, in the lamentations of those worlds destroyed by my wrath.”

I've wanted to explain all of this to you countless times, but I can't.

Those Titan Guardians
They were appointed by the Titans to oversee the world not only to ensure the Pantheon's malice toward Azeroth comes to fruition, but also to monitor you! They know very well that dragons like us are Azeroth's most powerful children, and they fear that one day we will discover the truth and choose to rebel.

They fear that their villainous masters' evil plans for our homeland will be exposed and thwarted.

do you remember?
When you and the other dragon kings, led by Tyr whom we consider friends, traveled to Ulduar to receive the Titans' blessing, how coldly Odin, the leader of the Titan Keepers, treated us. That arrogant golden giant never trusted us; he didn't even hide his contempt and wariness towards us.

That's because Odin has a guilty conscience!

Enraged, reflected in Eranikus's demonic eyes, it gritted its teeth and said:

"I did not betray my beloved without reason."

Ten thousand years ago, when we rushed to the battlefield of the Elven Empire to help the world resist demons, I encountered the Shaper of Sakiel. That powerful demon lord easily subdued me, but instead of forcing me to become a demon, he took me somewhere.

There, it told me the truths that had been hidden in the shadows of Azeroth's history.

Ysera, my beloved, the goddess of my dreams, I did not embrace fel energy for myself, nor have I ever truly served the Burning Legion. I allowed the fel fire to scorch my mind and shape my body merely to gain an opportunity.

We are children of Azeroth, and the Star Soul Lord is watching over us.

But we betrayed our World Mother under the sweet words of outsiders, we broke Her heart. I heard Azeroth weep, I heard Her rebukes and rage.

My heart is breaking.

I don’t want you and your people to suffer the same pain in the future. I will tear the chains that the Titans have tied around our necks!

I will give you freedom!
You must grit your teeth and endure the pain that follows, which is the punishment for us 'traitors'. But after you awaken, my beloved, you will once again become the pure 'Daughter of the World'.

Our Mother World is waiting for you to come home. Do not bow down to any Force!

Ysera, your true power can only be granted by Mother World.

Go ahead.

My people and I sacrificed everything to buy you this opportunity. Be wary of the Force's corrupting influence on Mother World, and help Her regain her freedom.

Eranicus kissed Ysera's eye and said:
"Don't worry about me. I will bless you from another world. One day, we will meet again in that azure fairyland. Go, soar freely in the sky that our mother gave us."

"buzz"

As Eranikus raised his hand, a rift leading to the dream was brutally torn open.

As Ysera cried out in pleas to stay, the Nightmare Tyrant turned and said to Zul'jiiva:
"I'm escorting my beloved back to the dreamland I left you, to complete her release there. The Watchers are coming, Diakum is coming, the Holy Light is coming. This is my execution moment. I may never be able to leave here."

But Zulushid.
You can try betraying your oath!

The Nightmare Tyrant stared at the trembling orc warlock and said:

"You and I are just a part of the Sculptor's grand plan. You can try to break free from its control and then see what your fate will be."

"No, no, Your Majesty! I will do everything in my power to fulfill your last wish. The noble slumbering one will surely be freed from the tyranny of the Titans!"

Zulu-Hid yelled at the top of his lungs, then he said cautiously:

"But the other dragon kings besides the Sleeper..."

"If you can take them down, you can do whatever you want with them."

The Nightmare Tyrant said coldly:
"My remaining passion and mercy are only enough for my queen and my people. The choices of the other dragons are none of my concern! Evacuate as soon as possible, and I will buy you a tiny, insignificant amount of time."

"But the servants of the Soul Reaper who did so much work are still here."

Zulushid said:
"Those trolls are trying to resurrect their evil god in the lower levels. Should we warn them to run away? They have no idea how dangerous Diakum really is."

"Hmph, are they really that nice to you?"

The Nightmare Tyrant said in surprise:

"Your moral standards as a warlock are surprisingly high. It's astonishing."

"No, no, Your Majesty. Only by informing them to run away can we disrupt the situation and draw the attention of the dreaded Diakum. Only in this way can we have enough time to send the noble slumber back into the dream rift."

Zulushid waved his hand and said:
"Isn't this what we invited them here for? I'm so happy to befriend them because they're useful."

"You are truly a qualified warlock."

"Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty. I will make more friends; they will definitely come in handy in the future."

(End of this chapter)