Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 287, Section 44. Have you received any new orders? Please check your inbox - Bonus chapter for Huo Zhengting, a good brother [915]

"So, you extorted a huge sum of money from those two poor troll lords and just let them go?"

On the cracked, completely dried-up land of the Black Swamp, Diakum returned to Lothar's side, carrying a large bag of "Charcoal-grilled Wind Serpent Crispy Bones" and a bag of "Haka's Bloodstained Scales".

The human marshal was standing next to the lightforged war machine, stroking the powerful behemoth with a look of affection.

Although he wasn't a "Federal Ace Pilot" and didn't have a habit of wearing red, his keen war sense told him that this was the direction in which future warfare in Azeroth should evolve.

However, beside Lothar, there was also a majestic, azure-blue war raptor, a cool troll warsword, and a bag of valuable spellcasting materials and voodoo artifacts.

These are all Lothar's "spoils of war".

Faced with Diakum's teasing, the human marshal shook his head and said:
"It wasn't me who extorted them. I overheard what that sinister troll grim reaper said. I was originally planning to let them go, but the two troll lords had something to hide. They said it was a matter of life and death, and they wouldn't feel at ease without making a deal."

Therefore, the Blood Lord left me his combat raptor and valuable weapons, while the sorcerer left me his powerful magical artifacts.

Your Lightforged can testify to me that I truly did not extort money. After all, I am now a paladin, and my every word and action should adhere to the teachings of the Holy Light. Extortion is not a virtue of ours.

"Yes, that's true. They just say some ambiguous and bad things to scare them."

Irelia chimed in from the side:
"You're really cunning, man. You took full advantage of the two trolls' fear and made a good deal. This weapon is pretty good, too bad I already have the Holy Blade and I also have an ogre holy sword in my bag waiting to be returned to Lord Margok."

"Take these things back and give them to your fiancée."

Diakum stroked the very majestic combat velociraptor and said:
"High elves as fierce as Colonel Daenerys enjoy collecting these troll-style spoils of war to demonstrate her bravery. Quel'dorei elves and Amani trolls are mortal enemies, so these gifts will definitely please her."
However, your leisure time ends here, Lothar.

The demons are coming! No, they've already come!

The dragons and Eranikus were supposed to be the vanguard sent by the Corruptors into Azeroth, but Eranikus's involvement with the Dream Queen led to this unexpected turn of events. However, you witnessed those dragons darkening the sky as they flew towards the northern frontier; considering the recent situation there, you should know what this means.

"Ok, I know."

Lothar clenched his fists. The joy of his recent victory vanished in an instant. Even though he had personally blasted a dragon to death with his Lightforged Steelwood just minutes before, it couldn't change the current predicament of the human kingdom.

The situation in northern Xinjiang is about to get out of control!

It's even possible that the demons will invade the land where the Naarathor Empire once stood today. Given humanity's already low fighting strength, now eroded by the demonic plague, unless fate sends another Vigilant to the northern frontier, its fall is only a matter of time.

Losa's head was throbbing with pain.

The Stormwind Kingdom hasn't even solved the problem of the Greenskins yet, and now it has to prepare to accept the exiles from the Northlands. The changes are happening too fast, and Lothar's battle plan, which he just finished, has become worthless in an instant.

On the bright side, once the exiles from the North Frontier arrive in Stormwind, it means that his current lack of warriors can be immediately reversed. If things go well, the problem of the greenskins can be solved in a short time. Then, based in the Kingdom of Stormwind, an "Imperial Army" can be formed and march towards the North Frontier.

When this army finally drives out the demons and reclaims its homeland, the legitimacy of the Second Arathor Empire will naturally be forged into an indestructible foundation.

Diakum seemed to sense Lothar's worry at that moment.

He promised:

"Don't worry about the demons in Stormwind. The Lightforged Chapter will be your strongest support. Although I am unwilling to get involved in the epic history of human civilization, I can at least ensure that your path of progress will not be interrupted by demons."

“You are truly an angelic saint sent among us by the Holy Light.”

Losa's statement was by no means an exaggeration.

He meant it from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, if Lothar hadn't known that Diakum was not related to him by blood, he probably would have wondered if his mother had encountered a foreign saint and had something happen between them.

There was nothing he could do; people treated him too well, which made even the strong-willed Losa start to become suspicious.

"Get ready to go back."

Diakum glanced back at the dragon's remains, still burning with holy flames despite being incinerated by the holy light, in the cracked, scorching land in the distance, and said to Lothar:
"Queen Ysera has been taken hostage to the Dream by demons and evil greenskins. With the entire Emerald Legion stripped of its Dream powers, the green dragons have lost their advantage. The rescued dragons are weak and need to recuperate in Stormwind."

But since the green dragon can no longer help Ryan regain his sanity, only one last resort remains.

"Ok?"

Lothar looked at the Watcher, who pointed to the Lightforged still on duty nearby, and said:
"I hope Varian won't blame me when he returns to Azeroth for turning his father into a Lightforged. But the Holy Light's complete reshaping of the mortal body will indeed help him be reborn from his suffering."

"You want to bring Ryan into your Lightforged Chapter?"

Losa was taken aback.

But the outspoken Irrelevant immediately waved his hand and said:

"You're dreaming! The Saint's chapter is very selective in recruiting members, and King Ryan's strength... well, his future is promising! So, the Saint will most likely have His Holiness Volos complete the King's Lightforging."

That Naaru's code of conduct was more moderate, and King Llane had a greater chance of surviving the Lightforged.

On the other side, Marad, leaning on his warhammer, explained softly:
"The Lightforged Chapter will not intervene in the fate of the human kingdoms at will, because our lords bear the responsibility of fighting against fate. This is the moral obligation that binds all Lightforged, but the Guardian of His Majesty Naruvolos is not bound by such moral obligation."

Didn't you say before that you hoped Northshire Abbey would become His Majesty Volos's eternal sanctuary?
This is a great opportunity!

His Majesty Volos is a very young Naaru; he has not yet chosen his own Familia in the Stars.

If humanity becomes its kin, it means His Holiness Volos will become your guardian naaru. For the Lightwalkers of the cosmos, to follow the path of a naaru is an unparalleled honor!

"So, if Ryan becomes the Lightforged One under His Majesty Volos, that means..."

Losa's mind worked incredibly fast.

In that instant, he recalled the overwhelming force he had just led the Lightforged warriors to crush the enemy. Once his good brother, Llane, became the "Guardian Saint" of the Naaru Lightforged, the Arathor Empire would be able to rightfully possess its own Lightforged warriors!

This conveniently avoids the desire of Saint Diakum and his followers not to arbitrarily intervene in the fate of humanity.
What a great thing!

A devout believer like Archbishop Alonsos Fao would surely be overjoyed.

Ah, perhaps the future Arathor Empire should be renamed the "Holy Arathor Empire".

Although I cannot get Ryan's personal opinion, Ryan, my sworn brother, for the future of humanity, for Medivh's legacy, for our shared ideals, I entrust this task to you this time!
Just as Lothar made a certain "dark" decision, Diakum also arrived at the still-burning remains of the Nightmare Tyrant, carrying a bag of "grilled wind serpents" meant for old Anzu.

Princess Merlinsera, the green dragon, was standing beside her "father's" corpse, weeping bitterly. However, being a quiet person, she declined the company of her other sisters and would silently shed tears alone.

She shed tears not only for her father, but also for her mother who had been taken away.

"Perhaps you should make up your mind."

Diakum said:
“You heard your father’s last words to you, and you learned the truth from them. Although it was the Sculptor Sachil who told it to you, and the Great Demon Lord certainly had his own evil purpose, I don’t think your father would be so stupid as to not be able to discern the truth.”

From this perspective, are the Titans good or evil? You should now have an answer.

"Thank you for your kindness in giving my father the opportunity to say his last words to me at the last moment."

Melinsela wiped away her tears.

She bowed deeply to Diakum.

Although it was this very saint who, through the release of the power of the void, imprisoned her father's soul forever in the terrifying sea of ​​darkness, to be honest, considering her father's "achievements" of annihilating at least three Eredar Star Clans and countless civilizations over the past ten thousand years, the Vigilant's punishment was already quite lenient.

Princess Green Dragon was indeed a good child. She knew good and evil and that hatred was not something to be taken lightly. Being able to hear her father's last words was the best possible ending.

She said in a hoarse voice:

“I still can’t understand why my father used such a cruel method to free my mother from her ‘shackles,’ but I know what to do next. My father is worried about those warlocks; he said their intimidation might not be enough to frighten Zul’hid. So I must hurry and find my companions to rescue my mother from the dream rift where the Shadow Council is hiding. As for whether the green dragons will return to the Star Soul Lord’s embrace afterward, that’s something my mother can decide.”

She is the true Queen of Jade.

“I’m not asking for Ysera’s opinion, child; I’m asking for yours.”

Diakum shook his head and said:
"Your father gave the degenerate spores to the warlocks, which means your mother is likely to lose her form as a guardian dragon and revert to the original state of a proto-dragon. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but I think the Emerald Legion would not allow itself to follow a proto-dragon even if it loses its power."

The prejudices in the dragon's heart are a mountain, so you must be prepared.

Perhaps you should take on your responsibilities as the Emerald Princess. As a leader, the interests of your people must always come first, and the future of the Green Dragons is also a question you should consider.

"I"

Melinsela lowered her head and said in a hesitant voice:

"I need a little more time, sorry."

"It's ok."

Diakum patted the "young dragon" on the shoulder in a gentle tone and said:

"The Star Soul Lord is very patient, and even without the power of the Titans, you can still fight. I think that whether you are the guardians appointed by the Titans or the Star Soul's guards, you will not allow demons to destroy this world, right?"

"Ok!"

On this issue, Mylinsela was very firm.

Even in this dire situation, she would never allow the green dragons to abandon their mission!

Protecting the world is their mission.

She nodded vigorously, but then, feeling her own flimsy strength, she let out a helpless sigh.

The Green Dragon Legion was never known for its combat prowess; its role among the Guardian Dragons was more that of "top-tier support" and "healer." Now that its Dream Power has been stripped away, the Green Dragons' already weak combat strength has been further exacerbated.

However, soon, Mylinsera heard a deep dragon roar. She looked up and saw the black-haired Onyxia with twin tails flying back from a distance, carrying the remains of a dragon. Behind her was the very beautiful Tyreggosa. She knew that the changes in the appearance of these two were due to the "mysterious transformation" of the saint in front of her.

Considering the predicament the Green Dragon Legion was currently facing, a bold idea suddenly popped into Mylinsera's little mind.

She said softly:

"Saint Diakum, we are willing to dedicate our strength to protecting the world, but the Green Dragons may also need a more powerful combat form after losing their dream powers. If the Titans can use the power of order to discipline our appearance."

Perhaps in order to uphold the goal of justice in the world, we should also learn to seek help from other powerful forces.

so."

"what?"

Diakum's head started to ache.

Seeing the determined look in Mylinsera's eyes, which held a hint of expectation, he, the "seducer," felt as if he had dug a hole for himself. But then he remembered that the Azerothian Star Soul Lord had indeed asked him for help, so he sighed and stretched out his hand, using shattered light to conjure up the templates of those mighty ancient dragons from his memory, allowing Mylinsera to choose one.

It's not a problem if the kids aren't strong enough. As long as they have the courage to fight against demons, Uncle Vigilant will definitely strengthen them to the level of "demon slayers." The Void and fel energy are also mortal enemies. Using a Void sword to slay a fel energy official would be absolutely great!
“I choose this one! It’s green, just like us, and it looks very powerful, like a combination of a black dragon and a green dragon. It looks like it has strong melee capabilities. Actually, my mother sometimes wants to go to the battlefield with my aunt, but my aunt always thinks that she is not suitable for head-on combat, which always makes my mother feel helpless.”

Mylinsela was like a shopper in a supermarket, choosing one form after another, which ultimately made Diakum sigh helplessly once again.

他 说:

“Alright, Thunder Dragon, the rider of thunder, this is a bit troublesome. I need to make some preparations. I haven’t mastered the technique of creating ‘bioelectric cells’ yet. If I want to retain your original healing abilities, it will be even more complicated.”

However, now that you have obtained the new form, you must take on the responsibility of saving the Dream Queen!

Just as I have full faith in humanity, the fate of dragons should also be in your own hands. Go and discuss it with your companions; I bet they'd be happy to help.

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A day later, at Northshire Abbey, under the personal supervision of Archbishop Alonsus Fao, King Ryan's light-casting ceremony was swiftly arranged.

Naruvolos was a moderate, and he genuinely admired humanity's choices under pressure. In addition, he believed that humanity's faith in the Holy Light contained many fallacies and urgently needed guidance from the descendants of the Holy Light. Finally, there was the current situation of demonic invasion. Therefore, when faced with the requests of Marshal Lothar and Archbishop Faol, Volos did not hesitate for long before agreeing.

The Naru also have their own traditions.

Coexisting with a race is a ritual akin to "tradition" in their long lives, and guiding a civilization into the Holy Light is a shared and lofty pursuit of all Naaru.

Although the Primordial Light did not set specific goals for its creations, the Naaru, they generally believed that they were the "shepherds" of the Light, to spread the virtues of the Light throughout the physical universe.

It is a cause for celebration that Volos has become the guardian naaru of humanity, and its first task is to help the suffering human king be reborn in the light.

This was a very ceremonial event, so Archbishop Faol specially invited the nobles and priest leaders of the Stormwind Kingdom, as well as the paladin commanders, to attend the ceremony.

The archbishop and the marshal both believed that the ceremony would effectively boost morale, especially after people witnessed King Ryan's rebirth from the light; this "miracle" story was sure to be very inspiring.

Given the current situation facing Stormwind Kingdom and the Eastern Continent, humanity desperately needs good news.

"My good friend Kurtaz became a paladin in your Stormwind City. After he returned to Ironforge, he went on a missionary spree like a madman. I don't know where he got so much fanatical faith. He even changed his drinking problem."

Kurtaz used to be drunk at least six days a week, but now he's only drunk three days a week. It's truly a miracle of divine intervention!

Among the onlookers, a somewhat noisy dwarf was talking to Kurdran Wildhammer beside him, but the surrounding nobles were not quite sure how to stop his uncivilized behavior.

Because this dwarf is a true "royal."

Muradin Bronzebeard, the younger brother of the Ironforge dwarf king and the prince of the Bronzebeard dwarves, was sent specifically to support Stormwind and discuss the demonic invasion. The sight of hordes of green dragons flying over Dun Morogh yesterday had indeed terrified the dwarves and made those stubborn, muscle-bound dwarves realize that a storm was coming.

Muradin and the human marshal had a very good relationship; they were practically best buddies.

It is said that King Llane invited him to be Varian's swordsmanship instructor. The fact that the young prince was able to kill the orcs at the "advanced age" of nine years old was not only due to the legacy of the sword master, but also to the strict teaching he received from Muradin over the years.

This dwarf is a legendary warrior, and because of his dwarven bloodline, he is far more powerful than ordinary legendary warriors.

"quiet!"

Archbishop Fao glared at the dwarf in the crowd.

Muradin quickly covered his mouth, then looked with everyone at the radiant Naru whose holiness was beyond description.

Even Muradin, who had always worshipped Khaz'goroth, the dwarf god of forging, couldn't help but marvel at the purity of the holy light at that moment.

In this solemn atmosphere, as His Majesty Volos personally presided over the Lightforging Ceremony, and amidst the exclamations of the nobles and the hymns of the priests, King Ryan, who had been in a coma for nearly a month, actually opened his eyes.

His body was stronger than before, like a legendary "barbarian lord," and his skin was covered with many golden holy runes, and even his eyes seemed to have golden lightning bolts.

When Llane stood up on his own and accepted the Lionheart Sword and Shield from Lothar, everyone present, including several dwarves, loudly sang praises of the greatness of the Holy Light.

But amidst this jubilation, Brigadier General Windsor, the "Stormwind War Hero," with a serious expression, strode into the ceremony hall.

He held a blood-stained letter in his hand. Upon seeing it, Lothar's expression changed drastically. He stepped forward, took the letter, glanced at it, and then looked at Llane with a sorrowful yet serious expression. He whispered to his Lightforged brothers:

"Gilneth has been ravaged! Dragonbone Harbor has been razed to the ground by demons. The Burning Legion has truly arrived!"

(End of this chapter)