Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 294, Section 51: The King of Cool - The Star Hunter Makes a Stunning Debut!

The old lich Farodis and the earthbound spirit Dathrema Sunstrider's plan was simple.

It can be summed up in one sentence: two "sixth brothers" whose combined age was about the same as Diakum's joined forces to dig a pit for the demons, and four big demons with not-so-good brains stepped right in.

They led a contingent of elites into the Sunwell, only to have the portal to the Demon World locked.

They are trapped here.

This place is now filled with almost all the major spellcasters in Quel'Thalas, plus the "incarnation of faith" of the Vigilant.

Of course, under normal circumstances, it would be very difficult for the spellcasters of Quel'Thalas to devour four demigod demons at once, as they are not the high elves "Children of the World" under Azshara, whose martial virtue is ridiculously high.

But you know, they have a terrain advantage.

Given the Sunwell's exaggeratedly high concentration of magic, these elite archmages are essentially blessed with a permanent "infinite mana" and "energy infusion," making their great magic destructive power rival that of near-demigods. Meanwhile, the great demons in the Arcane Sanctuary are suppressed and their connection to the Twisted Void is disrupted.

If one side is strengthened and the other weakened, and they still can't win, the spellcasters of Quel'Thalas should just dig a hole and bury themselves to avoid embarrassing Azshara.

However, this plan is very radical!
If a great demon lord of the caliber of Kil'jaeden the Conqueror or Cenarius the Defiler were to arrive today, Quel'Thalas' holy site might actually explode on the spot. Those guys are personally blessed by Sargeras and maintain a strong connection with the Twisting Nether at all times. At a critical moment, a fatal enhancement could really unleash the combat power of a "lesser god".

Diakum, observing from the sidelines, guessed that this was probably because the old lich was eager to prove the high elves' "loyalty" to the Lord of Azeroth after being "pressured" by the Star Soul Lord, and thus decided to take this risky move.

In other words, this battle was not only to teach the demons a lesson, but also to "save face" under the watchful eyes of Mother World.

But to be fair, they actually managed to make it happen.

As Liadrin's holy light erupted into swirling white flames, the fierce battle in the Sunwell Hall officially began.

The elven archmages were already fighting desperately to protect the holy land, not to mention that their "ancestor" had personally risen from the dead to oversee the battle. Not only the archmages, but even the old king Anastarian grabbed a magic sword and charged into the demons before him with bloodshot eyes.

We dare not shirk our responsibilities!

If he backs down out of fear, do you believe that the late King Dath'Remar Sunstrider will call him a worthless and rebellious son to his face?

"No! This shouldn't be happening!"

If we were to name the most desperate and devastated person amidst the chaos of the Sunwell Halls, it would undoubtedly be the "unparalleled in loyalty and righteousness" Darkan Delasir.

It really took this guy a lot of time to convince himself to side with the devil.

He used a hypocritical pretext to cloak his betrayal in a sacred righteousness, claiming he wanted to help his people escape the dead end of embarking on the Void Path, thereby making himself a "precursor of suffering" for the Quel'dorei and establishing legitimacy for his future "rule".

As a result, he convinced himself, betrayed his allies at the crucial moment, and even personally welcomed the Burning Legion's great demons into the world as a "pioneer."

His new life had just reached its peak when it plummeted in an instant.

When Darkan noticed the Sunstrider King, carrying a golden orb and wielding the Strike of Flames, walking towards him through the ashes under the protection of phoenix flames, the traitor immediately broke down.

Under the onslaught of the living flames of the howling phoenixes, he screamed and retreated. Even with the blessing of enhanced fel energy, and even though he clearly still had the strength to fight, he simply did not have the courage to face the judgment and interrogation of the former Sunstrider king.

"I'm not!"

Darkan, now a half-demon, screamed, his face deathly pale:

“I am not a traitor, they are! Farondis is! He wants your people to embrace the Void! I am stopping him! The Void is no good!”

"So, the path you've chosen for the people is evil energy?"

Dath'Remar Sunstrider has been dead for thousands of years, but his voice is still quite magnetic, full of the elegance and demeanor befitting a high-ranking noble of the High Elf Empire.

He walked with the Flame Strike in his hand, the Sunstriders' signature "Phoenix Flames" constantly erupting from the blazing curtain of flames surrounding him. These flames, activated and even imbued with consciousness, transformed into scorching phoenixes that flew towards the hideous demon, incinerating its physical form upon impact.

It is said that Dath'Remar Sunstrider had an elemental adventure, which made his fire magic very different from other spellcasters. This unique ability was passed down through the Sunstrider family by bloodline, and Prince Kael'thas even has a "phoenix" as his pet.

In the eyes of spellcasters in the mortal world, the Phoenix Flame of the Sunstrider family represents the highest realm of fire magic, with the next step being the legendary "Sacred Flame of Sulfuras".

The Sunstrider King looked at Darkan Dehrasil with a gaze that seemed to express both pity for their misfortune and anger at their lack of resistance. As the High King who single-handedly established Quel'Thalas, he truly regarded every Quel'dorei as his own child and spiritual heir.

He looked at Darkan as if he were looking at the hypocrites who blindly followed Queen Azshara during the War of the Ancients and ultimately made a terrible mistake.

他 说:

"So you think that letting people embrace fel energy is a better choice than stepping into the shadows? How many years have passed since the War of the Ancients? How many years since Lord Cenarius's fall? How many years since the High Elves of Zin-Azsari embraced fel energy and became the Witherers?"

You forgot?

If even a single instance of corruption occurs among the core forces of the Quel'dorei, the entire Quel'Thalas will rot away!
Look at you, Darkan Drahir. You were born and raised in the light of the Sunwell, and learned magic through the legacy of your ancestors to achieve your current status. But you have only learned to wield power, and have not learned the blood and courage of your ancestors in building the kingdom!

Now that things have come to this, what is there left to hide?

The Sunstrider King swung his Flaming Strike, melting Darkan's staff in the slash of the Molten Holy Sword, and then kicked the traitor in the chest, sending him sprawling to the ground in a sorry state.

"The demon promised you power, and you sacrificed your own people to gain your 'promotion'! You are the epitome of the most vile, depraved, and darkest traits among the elven race."

It is because of guys like you that we keep getting stuck on the wrong path.

The reason I have taken this pathetic form is precisely to prevent degenerate people like you from seizing power again.
The devil is not our disaster.

You are!

He raised the Blazing Strike high and brought it down in a single, desperate strike, as Darkan watched him with despair.

"clang"

As the weapons clashed, the sword of slaying was blocked in front of Darkan, and the phoenix greatsword wrapped in holy light steadily blocked the former king's sword. Darth Remar turned around in surprise and saw Liadrin standing beside him with a flushed face, holding a demon skull that was being burned by holy flames.

"It wasn't me, Your Majesty! I had no intention of offending you!"

Liadrine was so nervous that she stammered, and she explained:

“It was the Vigilant. He asked me to block this sword. He said that your sword would only send the vile soul back to the Twisted Nether, and he was willing to carry out this necessary execution in your place.”

"I see."

The former king, the Sun Chaser, nodded and made a dignified "please" gesture, saying:

"Then let's invite a 'professional' to come."

"Swish"

Darkan's expression became even more desperate at this moment.

This is not salvation; the gates of hell have only just opened.

"This is the Vigilant's judgment upon you, Darkan de la Hill."

Holding the Phoenix Greatsword, with platinum flames illuminating her eyes and the flapping of her wings, Liadrin said coldly:

"You are more depraved than Sargeras, more shameless than Gul'dan, and therefore you shall suffer a more severe punishment than they. Holy flames will consume your demonic half of your soul, while your elven half will be banished to the Sea of ​​Darkness, to be washed away by it along with your fellow prisoners."

This sentence is 100,000 years!
Only after you have served your sentence will the guards give you a merciful execution.

"No!"

Darkan roared in fear, calling upon his fel energy in an attempt to retaliate, but the phoenix greatsword, continuously melted by holy flames, pierced his chest in the next instant.

Holy flames danced, burning his flesh and the half-fel-tainted soul. Amid the great traitor's screams, the holy light surrounding Liadrin faded, and as shadows enveloped her, the fingers she placed on Darkan's forehead took on a deadly chill.

"Now it is my turn to judge you!"

Liadrin's voice echoed strangely from the shadows as she said:
"We were once trapped together in the cage of the Amani trolls. As we escaped, I glimpsed a moment of the future. I saw myself kneeling and weeping under the holy light. I saw Ah Qiang being burned by fire. I also saw you transformed into an abomination, leading the destruction of the kingdom."

That was a secret hidden deep in my heart, but now I'm certain it's all true.

You almost destroyed our country and our people. I despise you, Darkan, my former friend. I despise your soul!

May you be completely swallowed by the sea of ​​darkness, may your screams be heard by those cowardly bastards every midnight, so that you may become an unforgettable lesson.

"You bastard, you got off easy!"

With a "whoosh," the moment the shadow vanished, Darkan's weakened soul was thrown into the Shadow Chaser's cage in the Sea of ​​No Light.

He was in so much pain.

He screamed in an attempt to vent his anger, but the next moment he was reprimanded by a weak but authoritative voice beside him:

"Shut up, save your energy for more suffering, you weak elf. The Soul-Devouring Tide of the Sea of ​​No Light hasn't even arrived yet. You're not the first, nor will you be the last. Heh, this 'Cage of Sinners' is about to get lively."

In the Well of the Sun, Liadrin once again ignited the Holy Light.

As she turned around, carrying the incinerated greatsword, she saw Vikaya, the commander of the Doomsday Valkyrie, fall awkwardly onto the fiery ground after her wings were broken by Farondis.

Just as Liadrin was about to step forward to execute him, she suddenly felt her body slip out of her control.

“This is my fallen compatriot.”

The vigilant said in a cold tone:

"I'll handle this, kid. It might hurt a little in the next bit."

"Ok?"

Liadrin's eyes widened, but the next moment, she felt her body and consciousness being thrown into the sun.

This was no illusion. The instant the Vigilant's burning will entered her body, Liadrin instantly transformed into the most dazzling person in the entire scene, with terrifying holy flames boiling and dancing, weaving a corona around her.

The Seraph's form covered the area, forcibly blocking the magical tides of the Sunwell.

When the Seraph's gaze fell upon Vikaya, the powerful Valkyrie of the Apocalypse struggled to her feet. She screamed and hurled demons one after another at the Seraph behind her, hoping to buy herself a few more laughable seconds in her life that was coming to an end.

She has shed her fragile Eredar body under the blessing of fel energy, and has ascended to become an invincible demonic Valkyrie in the glory of the Dark Titans.

She is now a great demon capable of dominating the planetary seas, and countless worlds tremble at the sight of her outstretched wings.

But the vigilant arrived!
To personally execute this traitor, "The Butcher of the Holy Light" Diakum descended upon the place.

"No, Commander Diakum, please don't do this!"

Vikaya broke down.

Under the strange gazes of the high elf archmages, a powerful demigod demon collapsed like a terrified kobold. Faced with the approaching seraph wielding the greatsword of Holy Feather Radiance, she even broke down to her knees, pleading incessantly.

"I was forced into it!"

She screamed:

“You abandoned us on Argus! You abandoned us! You abandoned me! Sachiel said this was the only way to survive, even High Overlord Kil'jaeden has turned into a demon! What can I do?”
I'm just an ordinary garrison officer!

Diakum, Vigilant, I am not you, I cannot be as steadfast as you!
Spare me, let me go.

Do not!
Imprison me.

I surrender!
"Cleanse my evil power with holy light, and let me return to the embrace of my people!"

"What a powerful fel-elemental body!"

Diakum's distorted voice rang out from the Seraph's light, and he said in a cold tone:
"To obtain this power, you must have committed many acts of destruction, not because you were forced to do so, but because you wanted to do so."

Our homeland has become hell, so you intrude into other people's worlds and turn their homelands into hell too!
Will doing this make you happy?

The Valkyrie lowered her head.

She knew she couldn't argue anymore, but she simply couldn't muster the courage to face the most powerful warrior of light born from Argus.

Ultimately, she could only be completely incinerated in the holy flames, as brilliant as the sun falling. If even a trace of her soul still belonged to the Eredar, Diakum would have given her the fate of a prisoner.

but no.

Her body, mind, and spirit had all taken on the form of a demon, so turning into scorching ashes in the Ashbringer's incineration became her only fate.

This scene terrified the other Manari on the battlefield.

These corrupted Eredar were so terrified of the ashes dancing in the light that they turned and charged toward the High Elves as if committing suicide, crying out for their lives so that they would not fall into the same predicament as Lady Vikaia.

This is a truly extraordinary sight.

When Diakum stopped guiding Liadrin as an incarnation of faith and instead truly "descended" upon her, even the most stubborn and tyrannical demon king, Kurul, panicked.

The tragic fate of Kazzak, the overlord of the Doomsday Lords, was enough to instill fear in every Ereduin when facing Diakum. Thus, the Demon King Kurul seized the opportunity when the old lich unleashed a deadly meteor spell, ripped open his own heart with his claws, and pounced on the power of death amidst the dripping blood, finally hearing the sound of his own heart shattering with satisfaction.

It's dead.

It was able to escape in this way.

Fel Lord Betug wasn't so lucky; he was targeted by a Seraphim that was actually Diakum in disguise.

It's beyond saving!

"Cowards! They're all cowards!"

This tragic scene enraged Azgalor, the abyss lord nicknamed "Fist of Doom." Having never experienced the final battle of Argus, he did not believe that Diakum was truly as powerful and invincible as the legends suggested.

Most importantly, the vigilant here is just an avatar, so what's there to be afraid of!

The Abyss Lord, known for its stubbornness, gripped the Vengeful War Halberd and charged towards the Seraphim like a mammoth. It knew it was unlikely to survive the day, but it still wanted to finish its battle in a fighting stance.

Azgallo had it all planned out.

When he's about to die, he'll unleash a "Felfire Storm" and completely corrupt this damned Sunwell with his self-destruction. Ha! The blood of the Pit Lords is the most vile thing in the Twisting Nether. The Quel'dorei elves will still lose their holy land!

I'm so awesome!

Laughing wildly, Doomsday Fist hurled his Vengeful Halberd at Seraphim, sending Liadrin flying.

The vigilant looked somewhat helpless.

This body is indeed too weak to withstand his full-force battle. At this moment, Liadrin's flesh and blood are showing signs of "sanctification crystallization." If this continues, the girl's life will be in danger.

However, at that moment, the Sunwell's magical tides, which had just been sealed off by Dath'Remar Sunstrider, suddenly started operating again.

Amidst the astonished gazes of others, a vortex of fel energy reappeared, as if the demon world on the other side had once again restarted its teleportation and broken free from the Sunstrider king's blockade. The fel energy lord Betug, whose arm had been severed by the Vigilant, was overjoyed to once again sense the fel energy aura.

The heavily wounded fel lord had no time to assist Azgalor, who was still fighting fiercely.

Dragging its melted, molten fel steel battle axe, it stumbled into the spinning, opening fel rift before it. No matter where it led, it was better than staying in this hellhole!
This is a trap Diakum deliberately set to "fish" for us; that bastard, may Lord Sargeras curse his Holy Spirit!
"puff"

The sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh exploded the moment Betug rushed into the fel rift, making Azgaro turn around to look.

Under everyone's gaze, the Fel Lord Betug, still carrying the joy of escaping and the hatred for the Lightbringer, spun out and flew out like a pathetic football, crashing into the hall of the Sunwell. After bouncing a few times, it finally landed at Alleria Windrunner's feet, only to be kicked away by her older sister in disgust.

Under everyone's gaze, in the swirling vortex of fel energy, a hideous demonic figure strode out, carrying two moonblades wreathed in Sargeras' fire.

It has demonic hooves, demonic bat wings, and demonic horns, but it also has the physique of an elf, the battle markings of elves, and the hairstyle of an elf.

Fel energy swirled around it with utter subservience, illuminating the complex and powerful multi-layered hunting runes on its body.

As it strode into the Sunwell, through the fel vortex, one could vaguely see the desolate world on the other side burning, with thousands upon thousands of demon corpses scattered across those lifeless forms.

The same wounds were found on the corpses, the sorrow of being slashed by a deadly moon blade.

Azeroth

The hideous demon stretched its arms, and as the moon blade danced and the demons trembled in fear, it spoke in Salas:
“Your child who has traveled far has returned. Thank you, Dathrema Sunstrider.”

The spirit of the former Sun King made a dignified welcoming gesture upon seeing his old friend, and with a smile, he softly said:

"You're welcome, Illidan Stormrage."

(End of this chapter)