Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 293, Section 50. Oh my god, the Sunwell has grown legs and run away by itself! - Bonus chapter for Huo Zheng, a good brother [1515]

Three armed dragonhawks flapped their wings and landed on the flying platform of Quel'Danas Island. These magical creatures, a mixture of wind serpents, butterflies, ravens, and goldfish, were the unique flying mounts of the high elves.

They are fierce and loyal, and their strong affinity with magic makes them quite destructive in aerial combat. When necessary, several well-trained dragon eagles can even work together to launch a molten spray at the ground, setting a building on fire in the process.

"Does the 'Holy Spirit' within you have any new instructions?"

Alleria Windrunner, dressed in full military attire, glanced back at Liadrin and asked in a low voice.

The pastor closed his eyes, sensed for a moment, then shook his head and whispered:

"The vigilant did not respond to my questions, it seems he did not think it was dangerous here."

"Although it may sound a bit silly to say this, I still have some doubts about the motives of this 'Holy Spirit'."

Carrying the golden phoenix bow and the wandering sword, A-Qiang cautiously observed his surroundings. He whispered:
"He suddenly appeared in Liadrin's mind, suddenly bestowed upon her an 'oracle,' foretold the disaster without warning, and drove us to the holy site of Quel'Thalas. I think..."

“On matters concerning the ‘Vigilant,’ Theron, you can temporarily set aside your precious vigilance.”

Having personally participated in the Battle of Stormwind, and having slain several orc warlords and a dragon, thus achieving glorious feats, Alleria Windrunner waved her hand. The Windrunner lady, temporarily appointed by her mother as "Ranger-General's Lieutenant" and temporarily assuming the duties of a general, said in a deep voice:

"That alien demigod is a true saint!"

His qualities during the calamity in Stormwind Kingdom are entirely trustworthy, and the threat of the demonic plague within the kingdom was brought under control thanks to his assistance. My grandfather, Lord Farondis, the Phoenix Guardian of the Kingdom, regarded him as a reliable companion and close friend.

I believe that the Vigilante Diakum arrived in our country in this way not out of malice.

But before the 'elven traitor' he has identified surfaces, we must proceed with caution. Follow me; we must find the trustworthy Silvermoon Archmages and follow them to the Halls of the Sunwell.

Since Ms. Aurelia had said so, Ah-Qiang and Liadrin had no choice but to put aside their worries.

The three quickly headed to the mage tower area on Quel'Danas Island. As the location of the Sunwell and currently the area with the highest concentration of magic in the world of Azeroth, this area, which is always shrouded in golden light, is a "holy land" in the hearts of all spellcasters. Therefore, many mage towers stand on this island, which is not open to the public.

Only spellcasters of noble status and great power can have a place in Quel'Thalas. Those powerful mages often conduct a series of mysterious and complex magical experiments here, because the local high-concentration energy environment, where "even breathing smells sweet with magic," often yields surprisingly good results for magical experiments.

The Council of Six in Dalaran also has a large mage tower here, but it is "rented" and they need to report to the high elves in advance before each large-scale experiment.

Yes, it has that "being held hostage" feel to it.

Aurelia led the two into the mage tower of Archmage Romans of the Silvermoon, only to find that more than fifteen Silvermoon councilors were "holding a meeting" there.

According to the rules of the Quel'Thalas "Council Faction," only those who become Archmages (Great Mages) are eligible to apply to join the Silvermoon Council. Therefore, there is no need to doubt the strength of the people here. Although they are all legendary spellcasters, with the support of the Sunwell's surging magic, these guys' destructive power in battles in the Holy Land rivals that of near-demigods.

Archmage Romans, who presided over the secret meeting, is a key figure in the Silvermoon Council and the most trusted deputy of Archmage Belovah Salona, ​​the current leader of the "Council Faction." Although Romans had been traveling in Dalaran, he had a very high reputation among spellcasters in Quel'Thalas and was already the Silvermoon Council's designated successor to the leadership.

The struggle between the Royalists and Parliamentarians in Quel'Thalas is a long and tedious topic, as tedious as the gnolls' foot binding cloth.

In short, because the high elves almost completely inherited the political dregs of the high elves, the country has been plagued by constant open and covert struggles between ambitious spellcasters eager for power and the nobles who support the royal family since its inception.

Power is limited; if you take more, I take less. Therefore, the struggle between the two sides has spread from the Sun King's court to almost every area of ​​the country.

This is also the main reason why Farodis harshly describes the Phoenix Kingdom as "corrupt and outdated."

They truly call themselves the "Elf Empire," and therefore they learn from the nations of Azshara's era in everything they do, even inheriting the tradition of fierce internal strife.

However, despite their infighting, both sides' leaders are shrewd and clear-headed, so when it's time to unite, neither side is ambiguous.

However, the Windrunner family is an exception. Their ancestor, Taranath Windrunner, was a close ally of the Sun King during the late Elven Empire period and made great contributions in the war to establish Quel'Thalas and resist the Amani trolls. Therefore, the Windrunners are the true pillar of Quel'Thalas' military strength.

Their family holds the important military command position of "Ranger General" by hereditary succession. They are true neutrals and are loyal only to the Sun King, so they maintain a state of not being close to either side but being able to cooperate.

"How did you come?"

Upon seeing Aurelia, the Silvermoon Archmage Gina Golden Sword, who was attending the meeting, asked in surprise:
"Your mother also received the news? Hmm, that makes sense. Your family is His Excellency Farondis's direct blood relatives, so it's only right that we invited you over for such an important event."

"What? What's the big deal?"

Aurelia was stunned.

She immediately sensed that a storm was brewing on Quel'Danas Island, so she quickly informed the archmages about Liadrin receiving the Vigilant's prophecy. After hearing this, Lady Goldsword's alluring expression became even more serious.

She turned and spoke a few words with the mages, then turned to Aurelia and the other two and said:
"The Phoenix Guardians set a trap here to lure out those demonic traitors hidden among the Great Spellcasters in the country. We have been given the mission of 'eliminating the traitors.' Since you have come for the same goal, then come with us into the Hall of the Sunwell."

Because the Bantinorel barrier needs strengthening, the Sunwell will soon be operating at full capacity, exposing the hidden core of the Holy Land.

If those demon worshippers are planning to cause trouble, this is their best chance!

"With a formidable enemy at hand, we must take drastic measures to eradicate this domestic cancer!"

Archmage Romans also said coldly:

"The Thasdorak Bow in your hand is an artifact that inherits the oath of protection of the Quel'dorei, and it should shine with its cold light at this moment! Show no mercy when you strike; those traitors deserve to be torn to pieces, but you must follow orders."

Today's event is not just about eliminating the traitor, but also about giving the demons a warning.

We will unleash the evil leaders of the Burning Legion into the material world and then eliminate them in the Holy Land! This is our resolute response to the demons' attempt to invade Quel'Thalas.

The specific process is maintained by the Phoenix Guardians themselves; all we need to do is remain steadfast in our resolve to kill the enemy.

Since the chosen ones of the Guardians have personally arrived, victory in this battle is assured!

"Gentlemen, let's set off."

The elven archmages, dressed in various styles but all connected to the Phoenix Guardians, departed one after another. Master Romans opened the armory of his mage tower to rearm the three of them.

As Liadrin donned a set of legendary armor, she suddenly heard Gina the Golden Sword Archmage teasing her from beside her:

“Young girl, you are destined to become a hero of Quel'dorei today.”

"what?"

Young Liadlin was momentarily embarrassed, and she quickly and modestly explained:
"I think it's just because I happened to be nearby when the Watchers descended; I'm hardly a distinguished member among the priests of Quel'dorei."

"But that saint is a prophet from another race, child."

The Golden Sword Archmage raised his hand, suspending a heavy phoenix greatsword in the air and placing it beside Liadrin. She whispered:
“My silly daughter told me that she had met that saint once in Stormwind. She said that the saint prophesied to her a glorious military life, which is enough to show that everyone chosen by the Vigilant is no ordinary person.”

You are destined to become a hero or even a leader of the people.

I know this may frighten you, but when the time comes for you to step up, don't hesitate.

Take this sword with you.

It is said that the Vigilant is skilled with a greatsword, and if he needs to control your body in battle, then having the right weapon will make his power erupt even more fiercely.

Today's battle is destined to be dangerous; you must protect yourself.

"But the vigilant seem to think the Sunwell is a mistake."

Liadrin whispered:
“I became the temporary chosen one, and I could sense some thoughts from the saints. They believed that the Sunwell was not a blessing for us, but a continuation of some kind of curse.”

"Perhaps, but it's too late to say that now. This holy site has stood in Quel'Thalas for nearly seven thousand years."

Lady Golden Sword gathered a wisp of golden magic and swirled it in her hand. She shook her head and said:

"The mistake has been made! It will not be easy to make amends overnight, but every disaster contains hope, provided that those in power have the resolve to embrace change."

His Majesty Anastarian is old.

He has transformed from a pioneering hero into a symbol of conservatism, no longer a monarch capable of bringing change. We should seek out and wholeheartedly support that nascent sunrise.

The archmage blinked and said meaningfully to Liadrin:

"Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider is lacking a priest who can heal his wounds. After this battle, go to his side, along with that ranger captain whose name is hard to pronounce, and serve your destined monarch."

"But I"

"No buts!"

Lady Golden Sword reached out and placed her hand on Liadrin's shoulder, saying:
"When fate led you into this tower, you became one of us!"

The conflict between the Royalists and the Parliamentarians is a thing of the past. Only the ambitious Kael'thas can truly change this nation that is rotten from within. He has gained the approval and support of the Founding Fathers, so your power must be used for his purposes.

I think this is one of the reasons why the Vigilant insisted on involving you in this matter. A saint like him certainly doesn't act with only ostensible goals; you are his tool to manipulate the fate of Quildore, so fulfill your duty!

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"The sacred core of the Sunwell is about to rise! Everyone, stay at your posts!"

The voice of the Phoenix Guardian, Farondis, echoed from above the magnificent Sunwell. The old lich spoke sternly:
"The demons are attacking the Bantinorel barrier with increasing force. We must ensure that the divine magic of the Sunwell is sufficient to support and protect our kingdom. The spellcasters of this kingdom must serve the well-being of the people."

At his command, the elven archmages summoned to this sacred place took their places.

They cast spells at various points along the complex magic array that forms around the core of the Sunwell, creating an intricate ritual system that ensures the Sunwell's immense magical power is safely channeled into the protective barrier that guards the entire kingdom.

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

This is not the first time the elves have fully unleashed the power of the Sunwell. Quel'Thalas has experienced numerous wars in its more than 6,000 years of existence. It can be said that the Quel'dorei's current territory was reclaimed inch by inch from the Amani trolls at the cost of blood. For this, they allied with the humans of Arathor 2,800 years ago, completely crushing the once powerful Amani troll kingdom that dominated the northern frontier.

The Quel'dorei are willing to do anything to protect their kingdom, which shows their fierce nature. However, this does not conflict with their insatiable greed for magic.

It's a paradox.

Among the summoned elven archmages, some appeared calm but had actually begun to engage in clandestine "underhanded dealings."

The outstanding mage "rising star," Lord Darkan Drahir of Desom, looked around. As he looked at his "companions," a strange smile suddenly appeared on the white-haired elf's lips after the pure golden magic of the Sunwell flowed into his body.

He then stopped hiding the abnormality in his body.

As his magic merged with the Sunwell's magic, a strange, dark green energy suddenly surged in the opposite direction, like a blinding line, grabbing towards the magnificent core crystal rising from the Sunwell's core.

Not just him.

In that instant, more than thirty dark green "fel chains" erupted simultaneously, locking the newly risen Sunwell core amidst the loud shouts of the surrounding mages.

These fel energies were not ordinary infusions; they clearly carried a "blessing" from the fel energy source, making them extremely polluting. Almost instantly, they dyed a third of the golden crystal sphere a glaring green.

"traitor!"

The Speaker of the Silvermoon Council, Archmage Belovah Salona, ​​watched this scene in shock. He immediately realized what had happened and looked at Darkan and the traitorous high elf archmages with disbelief. He shouted:

"What did the demons promise you that made you so frantically sacrifice your holy land?"

"To call it 'salvation' would be too hypocritical."

Darkan felt no shame whatsoever, and instead responded coldly:
"But compared to the madness of you lunatics who want to lead the people down the path of the Void, I would rather let my people drink in the generosity of fel energy! Fel energy only wants our loyalty, while the Void will devour our souls."

betray?

Do not!
The real betrayers of Quel'dorei are you stubborn old geezers!
"Comrades, do not hesitate! Summon the Burning Legion into Azeroth. Let us forge a pact with them, and Quel'Thalas will survive this apocalyptic catastrophe through our sacrifice."

"bang bang bang"

One after another, the bodies of archmages exploded, sacrificing their lives in some kind of "sacrifice" to embrace the fel energy, causing the fel energy contamination poured into the core of the Sunwell to expand instantly.

But there's no need to worry about these guys' lives; having become half-demons, they will naturally be reborn in the Twisting Nether in an even more powerful form.

The Phoenix Guardians rushed forward to stop it, but the sudden turn of events caused the swirling magical tide in the Golden Hall to be transformed into an exaggerated "physical portal" in a short period of time.

Thick, dark green fel energy swirled around this sacred land, causing a terrible, scorching pollution to spread outwards. Amidst the roars of the elves, a massive Ereduin demigod lord strode out, wielding the Blade of Doom.

It roared loudly:

"In my name, in the name of 'Demon Lord' Krull, Destroyer of the Legion! Enter Azeroth and complete the destructive feat we failed to accomplish ten thousand years ago."

"Ow Oo"

Countless demons howled at the other end of the portal.

Those hideous creatures arrogantly strode across this precious land connected to the physical world, surrounding their leader. As the old lich wielded his magic to wage war against the demon king Kurul, even more demigods and demons leaped out of the Sunwell, which had been completely transformed into a vortex of fel energy.

The Valkyrie Vikaia, leading the Man'ari Brutals, bravely confronts the High Elves, while the Fel Lord Betug leads the Skywrath Guards in an attack on the Phoenix Guard.

Amidst the maniacal laughter of Darkan Drasil, who had completely embraced fel energy and rapidly transformed himself into a half-demon, he opened his arms to welcome the enormous figure that strode into the world through the fel energy portal.

How could such a massive invasion be complete without the presence of Annihelan, the Abyss Lord and a legion disruptor?
"Fist of Doom" Azgalo, wielding the Vengeful War Spear, laughed as he stepped into the hall of the Sunwell like an ancient, destructive mammoth, causing the ground of this sacred place to tremble incessantly due to his immense power.

The fact that the Burning Legion dispatched four demigod demons as vanguard commanders demonstrates that they have a clear understanding of Quel'Thalas's strength.

They unleashed an elite legion capable of sweeping through ordinary worlds like Draenor, aiming to completely transform this magical holy land of the North into the Burning Legion's first permanent stronghold in Azeroth.

However, these four were demons under Kil'jaeden the Conqueror, not Cenarius the Defiler's faction. This shows that although the Legion's invasion was led by the Defiler, the Burning Legion was also working together as a whole, not just a lone battle by a single faction.

Tremble, you laughable mortals!

The Demon King Kurul laughed heartily, summoning scorching meteorites to fall. He sneered at the old lich before him, who was still struggling, both shocked and enraged:

"I have seen the Well of Eternity transformed into a fel portal. Your Sunwell is somewhat inferior, but it is still sufficient. Once the Legion conquers this wretched world, I will certainly request the Conquerors to award you Quel'dorei elves a grand 'Legion Warrior' medal."

Farodis, who was being ridiculed, should have been furious.

But after the old lich unleashed a meteor spell that killed many demons, he glanced at the fel vortex and, realizing that no more demigods or great demons would appear, he sighed.

"Sigh, I finally managed to persuade that stubborn old man to set a trap, hoping to catch a big fish, but I didn't expect to only get four little white fish. Fine, fine, that's it."

"Ok?"

Demon King Kurul opened his bull-like eyes wide.

It suddenly realized that the situation seemed to be getting a little "out of control," and what did you mean by "lich"?
What does "that's it" mean?
Do you think the four of us great demons together aren't enough to destroy Quel'Thalas? You didn't utter a single swear word, yet your insults are so vile? Is this the kind of stench you elves use to kiss your children?

"Dathremar! Close the door and beat the dog!"

The old lich shouted.

Everyone present stopped what they were doing at that moment, including the demons. Alleria Windrunner almost missed her arrow because of the old lich's shout of his name.

Has Farondis's grandfather gone mad?

Didn't the first Sun King die a few thousand years ago?
But in the next instant, like the tide of a physical entity rolling back, the core area of ​​the Sunwell, which had been completely transformed into a fel energy vortex, suddenly "reversed." The dark green fel energy pollution faded away in circles, allowing the pure golden magic to return to the holy land of Quel'dorei in a short time.

When the core of the Sunwell was purified once more, the round, golden crystal, as if imbued with life, leaped and tumbled in the visible tides of magic, eventually falling into the hands of an elven phantom composed entirely of magic.

The first Sun King, the hero of the War of the Ancients, and the ancestor of all Quel'dorei, Dath'Remar Sunstrider, held up his magical artifact with a helpless expression. With a casual wave of his hand, the ancestral artifact, the Flamestral Strike sword, flew from the gaping mouth of his son Anastarion to its true master.

He acquired the sword and casually swung it.

Terrifying flames transformed into flying phoenixes, soaring everywhere and instantly igniting the surrounding demons who couldn't escape.

"I thought there were two old liches guarding the Sunwell."

As Liadrin, stunned by the sight of her ancestor's "resurrection," heard the Watcher say in surprise:
"I didn't expect Dath'Remar to be so reckless, not undergoing a lich transformation but instead completely binding his existence to the core of the Sunwell. A demigod-level 'Arcane Holy Spirit,' and an earthbound spirit guarding the legacy."
Wow, I've really seen the world today.

What are you still standing there for?
Do you think there aren't enough demons here for you to kill?
"Silly child, your ancestors have already trapped the demon here for you, so do it!"

Ps:

Thanks to Brother "" for the generous donation. Currently, I owe 137 + 5 - 15 = 127 chapters. This wave has finally subsided a bit. What 137 holy number? It doesn't exist. The next bonus chapter will be on the 16th.

In addition, the bonus chapters for Lao Huo's Golden Alliance will be completed next month, and then it will be time to give bonus chapters to the other alliance leaders.

Also, some brothers are very unhappy with my "darkening" of Titan, which reminds me of a joke:
Old Lu sadly and painfully told the Master that readers were criticizing him for deliberately portraying the Titans as evil. The Master was puzzled, wondering how such a dark faction as the Titans could be portrayed as evil. So he asked: "So how did you portray them as evil?"
Old Lu replied: I recounted what they had done.

Just kidding, but the fact is, as the currently officially "designated" villain, the Titans of the Pantheon won't be far from being added to the raid.

I know many of you haven't played the storyline of any version, but even in Wrath of the Lich King, if you carefully read Algalon the Stargazer's entrance and exit lines, you'll know that the Titans were inherently corrupt, and I don't need to elaborate on that.

How did the force that conducted "perfect life" experiments in the Star Sea, which directly led to the destruction of countless "imperfect" civilizations, become the "embodiment of justice" in the eyes of some brothers?

Doesn't Ronin ever listen carefully to the adjectives used by the "natives of Azeroth" to describe the Titans when he calls them "big and soft citizens"?

Most importantly, if you guys are unhappy with this setting, you shouldn't take it out on me, right? How could a nobody like me, a novelist, possibly bear such a terrible burden?
This is the official setting!

We can't just acknowledge an official storyline as canonical only when we ourselves like it, can we?
(End of this chapter)