Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 303, Section 60: The guardian named "Tyr" decides to die.
Elonaya, who sealed herself in the Uldaman facility, is a follower of Tyr. Their relationship is not even one of superior and subordinate within the Titan Guardian system, but rather a kind of following that stems from a sense of moral obligation. She calls Tyr "Master," which represents her heartfelt respect and obedience.

The collapse and confusion of this female giant also signifies that the "Tyr's Legacy" hidden in Uldaman is no small matter.

Led by her, the group traversed the ancient underground palace, where they saw abandoned workshops and forging grounds, which, according to Elonaya, were the places where the ancestors of the dwarves had once worked.

Of course, at that time they were still "Earthshapers" under the Titan Guardian sequence.

"At some point, the Curse of Flesh erupted without warning within the Titan creations. That power changed you. The Void transformed you from pure, unyielding rock into fragile and suspicious beings, and then reshaped you into flesh and blood imbued with emotion."

The Guardians generally regard this as a 'sign of corruption' and have ordered the still-healthy Iron Vrykul to hunt you down.

But Lord Tyr believed that the spread of the Curse of Flesh meant something even more terrible, so he went to search the four corners of the world for the cause, but he did not expect that the dark forces had already erupted in the heart of the Titan Guardians.

By the time he realized something was wrong, the entire Guardian system was already on the verge of collapse.

Elonaya led the way, and the giantess passed through towering, divine palaces. She spoke in a low voice:

"We were summoned to Ulduar, the city of Titans, by Tyr, who was determined to set things right. But the entire city of Titans was utterly silent. The arrogant and ruthless chief administrator Odin was sealed in his golden fortress, and the wise and benevolent Grand Administrator Rai had also disappeared without a trace on the world's borders."

Lord Tyr received no help, but he did not choose to ignore the rampant darkness; instead, he waged a final and resolute resistance in his own way.

The Krahith you found beneath Tirisfal
Those void monsters were not merely a rebellion of the imprisoned Old Gods; they were commanded by the former Titan Guardian and now a fallen rebel, 'Loken the King of Wisdom'! A coward and bastard endowed with endless wisdom by the Pantheon, yet whose heart was filthy and weak!

Ulduar has fallen to the forces of darkness. Azadas and I are the only remaining Titan Guardians from that once glorious system, and we are still conscious.

At least. We consider ourselves still conscious.

She stopped in her tracks. Before her lay a sealed, imposing hall, surrounded by colossal rock statues, all the most ancient forms of rock life. Intricate systems continuously transported them from the casting hall to the armory below Uldaman as backup weapons.

The clear sound of hammering echoed continuously from the front hall, the sound of the blacksmith Azadas tirelessly forging the colossus day and night.

In despair and helplessness at being hunted by his own people, Elonaya chose to isolate himself in pain, but Azadas did not. He began forging on the day he arrived at Uldaman's dungeon, preparing for the inevitable death by strangulation.

Just like the choice made by the Guardian Tyr when faced with betrayal, Azadas has no intention of succumbing to the violence of darkness.

“As long as we dare to leave Uldaman, Loken’s corrupt servants will not let us go. That coward, who fears the punishment of the Pantheon, will not rest until we retrieve the ‘Norgannon Disc’ that records all his shameful deeds.”

Elonaya pointed ahead and said:

"That Titan Disc, which connects to the Pantheon from the observatory in Ulduar, is the legacy that Master Tyr gave to this world with his life! There is also another platinum disc that records his 'last words'."

The two items were located behind Azadas's forging hall, where he personally guarded the evidence his master had fought for with his life.

Azadas is stronger and more stubborn than I am; perhaps it will take you some time to persuade him.

Diakum signaled to the Female Titan to open the forging hall.

The people behind him picked up their weapons, watching warily at the giant guardian statues around them that could move at any moment.

These rock warriors, forged by the Titan Guardians themselves, are quite formidable. Each one is imbued with the Guardians' power. More importantly, if Azadas has been forging stone statues for the past 30,000 years, then the number of rock colossi buried beneath the Uldaman dungeon is absolutely staggering beyond imagination.

"Don't worry, without the infusion of the will furnace, these stone statues will not have the corresponding intelligence. They only have powerful bodies and strength, but no 'soul' to control them."

They cannot all be awakened.

The vast majority of them are destined to lie buried beneath this desolate land, never to see the light of day again.

Diakum wasn't as nervous as the others. In fact, he hadn't been in a combat-ready state since entering Uldaman, which meant he didn't think he would encounter any danger here.

He said to the others:

“Azadas couldn’t possibly be unaware of this, yet he continued forging the stone statues. His ‘steadfastness’ was more like a desperate act of self-abandonment. Forging the stone warriors was the only thing that the equally helpless guardian, trapped here, could do.”

The Watcher watched as the massive stone gate slowly rose before him. He picked up the Silver Hand Warhammer and strode into the extremely hot forging hall.

A black rock colossus came into view, wielding a heavy forging hammer, forging and hammering the shapeless stones into the form of rock warriors, and then sending them into the Titan Guardian's furnace to quench them.

A sophisticated forging production line was in operation, and the black giant in charge of it was extremely efficient, able to create the prototype of a rock colossus in just a few minutes.

He was definitely an expert and master in this field, his movements were fluid and without any awkwardness, but his posture was very lonely, like a walking corpse maintaining muscle memory.

"The Pantheon is gone! The Titans are all dead, and their souls have been captured by the Dark Titans and are tormented in my homeland."

Diakum hurled the Silver Hand warhammer at the giant, shouting:
"The chaos in Ulduar, the city of Titans, is precisely because of this. You lost your masters and became less steadfast. It was not the Old Gods who corrupted you! It was the overall weakening of the arcane force that caused cracks in your steadfast minds, which gave Yogg-Saron the opportunity."

You guessed that, didn't you?"

"boom"

The heavy forged stone hammer landed on the ground, and Azadas, whose body was made of obsidian, turned around and caught the flying silver hand warhammer.

The giant guardian, created by the Titan god Khaz'goros himself, remained silent, merely stroking the ancient warhammer in his hand. Under Diakum's gaze, the forger Azadas did not launch an attack on him.

The sophisticated production line had stopped operating, and only the crackling of flames from the burning forge remained in the hall.

After nearly ten seconds of silence, the obsidian giant whispered:
"Order is dead."

"Perhaps that thing was never really alive in the first place."

Aegwynn strode over, holding up the gold pendant in her hand, and said loudly:

"The Star Soul Lord, whom you imprisoned, has awakened. She has ordered me to destroy the Unified Field of All Things, and this Titan Land is one of the nodes! Giants, if you do not intend to stop us, then hand over control of Uldaman."

I won't warn you a second time!

Azadas, wielding the Silver Hand Warhammer, reached the end of the Forging Hall and placed the hammer, which once belonged to Tyr, into a recess in the wall. With a low rumble of gears turning, the path to the inner dungeon opened.

"It's there, go get it yourself."

He pointed to the road leading into the depths and said in a deathly tone:

"The legacy of the Lord of Tyr has awaited you for tens of thousands of years. My mission with Elonaya has come to an end."

"Go."

Diakum waved to Aegwynn and the dragons, signaling them to retrieve Tyr's legacy, while he remained in the forge, speaking to Azadas, who sat on a massive stone throne:

"Did you know that Tyr left a spare body in the homeland of the dragons?"

"Ah."

The mentally broken forger, Azadas, nodded, looking at the stone hammer he had thrown away, and said:

“That was the holy silver body I forged for Master Tyr, and it was also his greatest secret. He could not trust other guardians, so he could only give the ‘key’ to unlock the secret to his most trusted dragon friends.”

"Then why don't you go and resurrect him?"

Dick asked:

"More than ten thousand years have passed between your escape from Loken's pursuit to Uldaman and the War of the Ancients tearing the world apart. If you wish, the Guardian Dragons will surely help you resurrect Tyr."

The dragon kings consider Tyr their friend, and they will do everything in their power to help him.

"But why resurrect them?"

Azadas countered with:
"Wouldn't it be the perfect ending for Lord Tyr to die as a hero?"
It spared him the consequences of the evil he had committed, spared him the torment and torture of his soul, and prevented him from degenerating into a weak, vile madman like Loken!

The Titans shaped us.

The Titans appointed us as protectors of the world of Azeroth, and they told us that everything we do is to maintain a good order—what a grand mission that is!
But Lord Tyr unfortunately discovered the truth.

What prompted him to take such a suicidal action was not only the betrayal from his guardian brother, but also the inner turmoil he faced.

After the Titans fell, their order could no longer restrain our minds, causing us to doubt even what we once considered 'right'.

"What nonsense are you spouting, Azadas!"

Elonaya stepped forward, grabbed her companion, and slapped its obsidian head hard. She thought that Azadas might have a problem with its mental circuits, and that it could definitely be fixed by violent repair methods, as long as she punched it a few more times.
But Azadas pushed her away.

The obsidian giant clearly knew more; it roared excitedly:
“Mortals don’t understand, do you not understand either? Elonaya, you and I have served Master Tyr for so many years, don’t you have a clear understanding of his power?”
The two Krahis warriors were indeed powerful, but Tyr's master didn't need to fight them to the point of self-destruction to win! He was a warrior forged by Lord Aggramar! Even the Old Gods couldn't overcome his golden will!

Don't be silly!
That wasn't dying in battle, that was suicide!

Tormented by his past actions, he ultimately chose self-liberation; he could find no reason to continue existing in this world, just like I am now.

I am lost.
Are we protecting the world or harming it?
Is the order that the Titans ask us to uphold their order, or the order of this world?
If our Creator and the pure will of this world are inherently in conflict, then should we, the guardians commanded to protect this world, obey the Creator's commands or fulfill our duties?

Azadas roared:

“Tell me, Elonaya, tell me, what should we choose? Master Tyr received no answer, so he destroyed himself. Now it is our turn, our turn to answer!”
The Creator is dead!
Order is dead!

What meaning does our existence hold?
Ah, this question is too difficult.

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Deep within the inner sanctum of Uldaman, Aegwynn ignored the treasures from Tyr stored around her and went straight to the throne at the deepest part of the sanctum, taking down two platinum discs, one large and one small.

Aegwynn examined the two disks, then put away the Norgannon Disk, which contained the "fallen history" of the Titan city of Ulduar and held extremely high authority. He handed Tyr's Silver Disk to the four dragons, saying:

"The 'evidence' you need is in this disc. Tyr's memories are all in it. He left it to the guardian dragons, so you are also entitled to open it and look at it."

“Then let’s watch.” Tyregosa glanced at her other companions, then reached out and touched the platinum disc. In the next instant, light and shadow were projected out, which were the memories left by Tyr.

The first scene shows him arguing with a golden giant.

“Odin, you can’t do this! Historical records from the Dark Empire must be preserved so that life in this world can understand the threat of the Void and warn them against the temptations of darkness.”

Proclaiming the danger of the enemy is of no benefit to the order we uphold; the world should know that it was the Pantheon that saved them from the apocalypse of emptiness.

Tyr, cloaked in red and towering, shouted, but was immediately interrupted by the imposing golden giant with a molten beard opposite him:
"Foolish, my brother!"

The lower beings do not need to know the terrible past of the Dark Empire; they only need to know the greatness and justice of the Pantheon, and that before our arrival, this world was filled with chaos, suffering, and disaster.

You're right, the Pantheon saved Azeroth!

This is the only truth in this world from then on.

We are here on a mission not only to ensure the grand plan of the Pantheon reaches its end, but also to mold perfect life according to the blueprint of the Titan God. But my brother, you know that life is inherently chaotic and weak; it needs to be disciplined and guided by order, and must be controlled by us. (Ps1)

Chief Manager Odin's voice was loud and clear; he praised:
"You did an excellent job this time. You led those savage creatures to victory over the dangerous Galakrond. This was a perfect example of discipline and guidance! It turned those naturally savage proto-dragons toward the power of order."

Since they trust you, it is your responsibility to discipline them.

"I"

Tyr wanted to argue, but ultimately chose to remain silent.

He then looked at Odin and asked sternly:
"Then, my brother, esteemed Chief Administrator Odin, I must know how the tragedy of Galakrond came about."

Mimiron, the wisest of us, examined Galakrond's flesh and told me it was the result of corruption spread by Yogg-Saron. But how could the Old God, imprisoned in the Titan's cage, spread such corruption?

Furthermore, our brother Loken, who wields the power of wisdom, has been acting suspiciously lately. He's doing something he doesn't want others to know. Do you think there's any connection between these two things?

You shouldn't ask these questions.

Odin waved his hand and said:
"That is the mission that Loken shoulders, and it is also the plan of the Pantheon Lords. We must better understand our enemies in order to find a way to restrain them."

"you are lying!"

Tyr scolded:
"What exactly is the secret facility 'Uldir' used for? Why don't even I have access to that Titan facility? Tell me, Odin, is Galakrond's fall related to the dangerous research being conducted in Uldir?"

Why use the Protosaurus as a test subject?

That was the primordial life that gave birth to this world!
Didn't you say we were going to discipline them and guide them onto the path of order? Why are you treating their leader like this?

"Enough, Tyr. All I can tell you is that all of this is for the sake of order."

Odin was clearly enraged.

He rebuked Tyr's questioning, then stormed off, after which a voice could be heard:
"Just do as I command. If you want to fight for your proto-dragon friends, then bring them to Ulduar! We have given them the duty of guardians, making them the first Azerothian creatures to be educated by the Order."

The guardian dragons would be a great example.

Their glory, prestige, and power will attract other creatures in this world to uphold the order of the Pantheon, but you must teach them well, Tyr.

I don't trust those wild beasts!

If they cannot fully embrace the true essence of order, then one day their chaotic, bestial habits will cause uncontrollable chaos.

The first memory ends here.

The four dragons looked at each other in bewilderment, and even Chromie, a bronze dragon who had seen the "script," showed anger in his eyes.

These events from ancient times have been erased from history by the Guardians, leaving no trace even in the Time Network. If Tyr hadn't left these memories, no one would have known about them.

"Keep watching!"

Even the gentlest of them all, Mylinsela, clenched her fists and said in a hoarse voice.

Despite her rage, Teregosa struck the disc again, projecting a second memory related to the Dragon Aspects, this time from the highest point of a magnificent Titan city in the dragons' homeland.

They saw the five dragon kings standing with Tyr, who had clearly just received the blessing of the power of order.

Their bodies are transforming into the elegant forms of the guardian dragons, but the dragons soaring higher in the city still resemble the proto-dragons, indicating that the blessing of order has not yet spread to all the guardian dragons.

“Your holy spring was previously corrupted by dangerous dark forces, but do not worry, I have infused it with the divine power of order.”

Tyr pointed to the waterways flowing throughout the city and said gently to the five dragon kings who were squatting beside him:
"Drinking from the sacred spring of 'Odorus' will allow you to maintain your youth and strength, and will also enable your people to transform into a form of order. This is the reward you deserve, my brave and young friends."

Your deeds in fighting alongside me against Galakrond will be remembered by the world.

“But we shall call this magnificent city that you have given us ‘Tyr Fortress,’ our friend.”

The guardian dragon Alexstrasza answered sincerely:

"This is to commemorate your help to us. If you hadn't sacrificed your arm to stop the monstrous Galakrond, we would all have perished in the madness it unleashed. Tyr, you are the best protector, you are a friend of all dragons!"

“Although Odin does not trust us, we do not care about his rudeness and indifference toward us.”

Neltharion, the Black Dragon King, snorted dismissively and said in a cold tone:

“We have no connection with the other Guardians. It was you who invited us to become Guardians, and that's why we embraced the Order. It's not because we yearn for the Order so much, but simply because you are our dearest friend.”

We trust your referral.

These words made Tyr's smile turn somewhat bitter, and then he heard the wise Malygos say in bewilderment:
"But why did Galakrond become such a terrifying creature?"

It was once the bravest and most powerful leader of all the protodra, protecting our snowfields and territory, and leading us to resist the attacks of those chaotic elements.

It went mad in a very short time. What exactly is this dark force you're talking about?
Why can it pollute our sacred spring?

Didn't you say before that the Holy Spring of Odorus is a wondrous gift from the Heart of the World, and that drinking its water can make us the strongest children in the world?

“That is a very dangerous force, Malygos. You are too weak to fight it.”

Tyr waved his hand and said:
"Don't ask anymore. We will help you suppress that darkness and make it never be able to harm you again."

"Yes, Tyr is the best, Tyr is trustworthy."

Ysera pressed her head against Tyr's arm as a gesture of affection, while the silent Bronze Dragon Aspect Nozdormu finally spoke, somewhat puzzled, saying:

"I have traveled through time, but why is there a blank space before the Titan Keepers appeared? What happened back then? Tyr, is the dark power that corrupted Galakrond related to that 'blank history'?"

"It is those dark evils that have corrupted time with their depravity. You must never again venture into that history." Nozdormu.

Tyr warned:
"Once you have grown strong, I will share with you that terrible past. My dragon friends, rest in this city and strengthen your race. I am about to set off to explore the world."

When I return, I hope your people will be prosperous and thriving.

Having said that, Tyr picked up his warhammer, and the silver-haired giant in a red cloak strode away from the fortress he had built, amidst the cheers of the dragons.

His silhouette was majestic yet lonely.

The second memory ends here, followed by the third.

But this section is very short.

The memory is of a mad and terrifying war, with two armies, both creations of the Titans, clashing in the snowy mountains outside Ulduar. The dragon guardians, summoned by Tyr, came to his aid, helping Tyr's side repel the mad Iron Vrykul and the fire giants.

After the battle, Nozdormu came alone.

It looked at Tyr, who stood forlornly beside the collapsed corpse of the Stormforged giant, drenched in blood from the battle, and asked:

"Why are the Guardians fighting a civil war? Tyr, our friend, who is truly on the side of justice? Who represents order?"

"No one can represent order! And 'order' and 'justice' are not the same thing."

Tyr said in a hoarse voice:
"Leave, take your brave and loyal dragons with you, and never return, Nozdormu! Never get involved in anything concerning the Titan Keepers. You are innocent, and you should not be dragged into this."

I'm about to do something dangerous.

I probably won't survive. If your brothers and sisters ask about me, tell them I'm dead.

Tell them that Tyr died fighting for the justice he believed in.

"But you still have yours in Tyre Fortress."

"Hush! Keep that secret, Nozdormu, don't try to resurrect me! I'm not as righteous as you think, I'm a sinner too, I'm the one who ruined you. You should have been true guardians of the world, we tricked you onto this wrong path."

I'm guilty.

I'm sorry, my dragon friends.

Ps1:

This passage comes from the 10.0 storyline, Odin's letter to Loken, and is not something I made up. So, if you're not satisfied, please don't take it out on me.

Furthermore, Odin's distrust of dragons was already evident in version 7.0.

(End of this chapter)