Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 314.4. In this chaotic era, who doesn't have a few great demon friends?
“Come back with me, Bolvar, Stormwind needs you.”

In the valley of Roland's Tomb, after Goldrinn's spirit declared that the human wolves could choose their destination, Lothar earnestly spoke to the silent white werewolf:
“You heard Goldrin’s conversation with the Watchers. Goldrin has returned your freedom to you. Come back, my brothers. The human empire I am building will not be complete without you.”

"Let's go back."

Gavinrad of Lightforged also whispered a word of advice:
“The Holy Light has not abandoned us, Bolvar. Our bodies may have turned into beasts, but our hearts remain pure. It is time to go home.”

"I"

Bolvar wanted to refuse.

It knew what kind of treatment it would face when it returned to Stormwind. Even if Lothar and Lion could understand, the prejudice in the hearts of humans would cause the werewolves to be ostracized and even targeted for a long time.

“Lion has become a Lightforged, Bolvar. Lightforged are holy, but that’s also a kind of alienation. Look at my current barbarian body, which is abnormal because of the Blessing of Life. Don’t think you’re anything special.”

Lothar patted Bolvar's muscular, exaggerated arm and sighed, saying:
"We're all 'monsters' now! Nobody should laugh at anyone else. Besides, didn't the Vigilante say that?"

The Priestess of the Moon can help you return to human form.

Let's go, the warriors are eager to go home. Sunlight Forest has also received reinforcements from ogres, forest elves, and tiger men. Once you leave here, the wolf spirit priests will move the battlefield to Elwynn Forest.

The fighting here will revert to low-intensity combat; Duke Eberlock is exhausted and on the verge of collapse.

"My father kept telling me to come home."

Althea, the little werewolf beside Bolvar, whispered:

“I want to go back, but I’m afraid I’ll scare him and my brother.”

"It's alright, child, you will turn back into a human. I will definitely find a way."

Lothar smiled and patted the little werewolf's fluffy head. Bolvar didn't answer but turned to look at the wolf pack behind him. Although no one said it directly, he could indeed feel the eager longing hidden in the wolf pack.

The pack obeyed it, waiting for the alpha wolf to speak.

Finally, Bolvar sighed and nodded, which elicited a joyful howl from the werewolves, making the already eerie place even more dangerous.

"You may leave, but there is something you must leave behind."

Diakum pointed to the golden sword at Bolvar's waist and said:

"That is a creation of the devil! Bolvar Fordragon, did you hear the devil's whispers when you possessed it?"

"Yes! In every dark night, in every battle, especially when I hold it and it takes a life, it roars, it howls."

Bolvar tossed the golden sword to Diakum without a second thought, saying:
“I only kept it as a trophy from killing Fenris Wolf, and rarely used it in battle. Take it if you want.”

"I won't take your money for nothing."

Diakum took a black two-handed battle axe from his bag, inlaid with strange eyeballs and with crystal-forged blades, and tossed it over, saying:
"These are superior weapons crafted by the Lightforged artisans. They're yours. Focus on killing demons afterward, and the Lightforged Chapter's armory will be open to you for merit point redemption. Claw blades are the most suitable weapon for werewolves, and I'll have the artisans develop such weapons for you."

Now, let's leave with Lothar.

"I will perform an exorcism ritual for this demonic blade here, Marshal Lothar. You may need to select suitable warriors beforehand to receive these powerful swords."

"Ah."

Lothar nodded, grasped Bolvar's paw, and practically dragged it away from the valley. The howls of the pack rose and fell as the werewolves followed the human marshal into the forest.

"Why don't you leave?"

Diakum looked at the little werewolf in front of him, while Althea tilted her head to look at the strange creature in the holy light.

The little werewolf, with its grey and white fur, bared its teeth and howled. She whispered:

"Marshal Lothar seems to trust you a lot, and I recognize you. You're the one who brought us back from the Demon Realm, the one who said we could turn back into humans. Can we really?"

“Of course, believers in the Holy Light cannot lie, child.”

Dick reached out and patted the little werewolf's fluffy head, saying gently:
"At that time, you will be free to choose between being human and werewolf, but only when you are at peace. This is very important. The werewolf's power is permanently enhanced; if you become too angry, you will still transform into a ferocious warrior."

Therefore, I suggest you start learning meditation now and learn to control your emotions.

You also need a strong will to control Goldrinn's rage, rather than being turned into a monster by the rage.

It's difficult.

To become a werewolf means to spend your entire life in a neutral struggle between your humanity and your animalistic instincts, but power always comes at a price, and so it is in this world.

"I don't understand, after all, I'm just a little kid."

Althaea wore a very human-like expression of helplessness on her furry face as she looked at her claws, letting the sharp claw blades pop out from her paw pads.

She whispered:

"Lord Bolvar forbade us from participating in the battle, but I didn't tell him that my friends and I had actually gone out hunting in secret. It was a voice urging us to act, and we could also control the gray wolves in the forest. Being with them made me feel very safe."

I also sneaked into the house and watched my father and brother sleeping soundly by their bedside.

I'm different from them now, aren't I?

"Yes, but that's not a bad thing."

Diakum sat cross-legged on the ground, dissipating the power of the Illusion Brooch to reveal his true form. The half-giant's body made Althea's eyes widen. She had seen it once before, but this time, being so close made her fur stand on end.

“I am different from my people, but they are not afraid of me. They sing my praises and glorify me. Is it just because I am bigger than them?”

Diakum pointed to his giant body and winked at Althea, saying:
"Or is it because I used my power to do what they couldn't do, and protected them in danger?"

Sunlight Forest will calm down, but the danger here won't disappear just because the green-skinned orcs leave. You also saw those undead moving around in the forest; they are the claws of death, born with a hatred for the living.

Your father, your brother, and the people of the town are destined to fight them in the future, and when they are no match for the undead, it will be time for your claws to come into play.

Perhaps in the future, the people here will also see you as 'the embodiment of hope and courage'.

"Hmm~ That sounds so hypocritical."

Althaea laughed, her dim eyes brightening. She then waved her paw at Diakum, turned, and nimbly leaped onto a tree branch, chasing after her people out of the forest.

"Thank you for your guidance to that child, Saint Diakum."

After Altea left, Gavinrad, who had been hiding not far away, finally showed up.

It was somewhat unaccustomed to the faint light emanating from beneath its mane, but the return to the Holy Light brought joy to this brave warrior. The Holy Light's protection of its mind also allowed it to resist Goldrinn's untamed rage.

"I have never felt so calm since I became a werewolf."

Gavin Rader walked to Diakum's side and, in a half-kneeling position, said:

"You saved me; you brought me back into the Holy Light."

"No, General Gavinrad, Lightforged will bring you closer to the Holy Light, but it will not force you to walk into the Light. Lightforged individuals are still free to choose their own career path."

Diakum explained:
"You can still fight as a warrior, and I have no intention of getting involved. However, being lightforged by my own hands means that you will have to leave the army of Stormwind and join the Lightforged Chapter in the future. I hope you can prepare for this in advance."

Goldling said I wanted to build the 'Lightforged Fang'.

"I do indeed have this plan. The power of werewolves cannot be ignored, and your terrifying hunting talent will make you the most formidable demon slayers in the galaxy. However, I will only recruit you after you have personally resolved the human problem."

"Thank you for your kindness."

Gavinrad breathed a sigh of relief, and as it stood up, Diakum said:

"Once the Kaldorei elves deliver the Moon Scythe, you, the 'Lightfang Wolf,' will take it."

"what is that?"

The first Lightforged werewolf asked in confusion:
"Sounds like some kind of magical artifact?"

"Yes, that was the sacred medium used by Goldrinn when he bestowed his wrath upon the first Scytheclaw Druids, and it is also the source of the Worgen's birth in Azeroth. It has the ability to summon and control Worgen."

However, because the Priestess of the Moon participated in its forging, Lady Elune's balancing divine power is also reflected in it.

Dick explained:
"To restore a werewolf to its human nature and allow it to shed its wolf form and become a human, the participation of the Moon Goddess's Scythe is indispensable, and the potion to soothe the soul is only one part of the process."

Therefore, you need to maintain this form until the war ends.

But you must guide your warriors, Gavinrad.

The power of werewolves is truly dangerous in a sense. I didn't tell that child earlier that once the anger in your hearts crosses a certain line, once your bestiality completely overwhelms your humanity, you will be forever trapped in werewolf form. This thing is essentially a blessing of the wildness bestowed upon an individual by the life force; it is not a curse, so it cannot be removed with dispelling magic. You can only rely on yourselves to suppress that beating 'wolf heart'.

Ah, that's the blessing of the life force; it's generally quite wild.

"I see."

Gavinrad nodded, this was the first time it had such a deep understanding of the werewolf's mysteries, and it said thoughtfully:
"I saw Bolvar personally execute several werewolves who had gone mad and couldn't distinguish friend from foe. I thought... so this is the root of the problem?"

"So, go find the Moon Priest in Stormwind."

Diakum picked up the golden sword beside him and waved his hand, saying:
"Lady Elune's priests are very good at soothing the soul, and they will be your most trusted helpers. Also, please tell Bolvar that Goldrinn forbids me from taking it back to the Holy Light, but it may be possible to seek help from Lady Elune."

Let it be bolder; it need not fear angering the White Wolf God.

Although Goldrinn loathed Elune, it was well aware that the White Lady's power was the only way to solve the problem of werewolves going mad.

Moreover, Goldrinn is a rather 'strange' fellow; it might have some kind of quirk. It doesn't like 'well-behaved' children, and Bolvar needs to rebel occasionally to gain Goldrinn's favor."

"Yes, your suggestion is very timely."

Gavinrad noted these words down, then bowed and left.

The eerie Tomb of Roland fell silent. Just as Diakum was about to purify the twin blades in his hands, Anzu's avatar, a raven, flapped its wings and landed. It spoke to Dick with a puzzled tone:
"Ribbit, why do I feel like there's something strange about that 'Lady Elune'?"

"Huh? You've been targeted too?"

The watchdog looked at Ansu with surprise, and the old bird flapped its wings somewhat embarrassedly, saying:
"No, but Lady Elune gave me a necklace. One moonlit night, I saw a beautiful necklace fall from the moonlight and land right around my neck. But considering what happened between Him and Goldrinn, I might be...hiss."

"Uh, don't worry, you're not good-looking enough to run into the same trouble as Goldlin."

Diakum offered words of comfort in a very poignant way:

"Lady Elune's 'favor' is different from the thoughts in your filthy and vulgar mind. You can think of Lady White as a 'serious collector' who is only interested in the most beautiful wild demigods."

That necklace means that Lady Elune has noticed you. Giving you the token signifies that you will follow her from now on, so that when you encounter other wild demigods or Loa, you won't fight as soon as you meet. It's more of an affiliation badge.

After all, you are also a demigod in the realm of life, one of His servants.

Do not worry.

Unless you suddenly grow white hair overnight, the discerning moon goddess won't have any strange thoughts about you.

"Oh, now that you say so, I feel much better. I am a very loyal Raven God! And well, so what if I'm ugly? It's better than being constantly harassed like I was with Goldrinn."

Old Ansu breathed a sigh of relief, but with a hint of sourness, and said, glancing at the golden battle sword in Diakum's hand:

"As you commanded, I sent Chen Stormbrew back to the town on the back of the giant tortoise 'Shinji,' which is as big as a mountain, and it is full of pandaren as furry as him."

They warmly invited me to drink and even built me ​​a beautiful bird's nest on Misty Island, but I'm curious, why did you contact them in advance?
The Pandaren are peaceful and content with their lives, preferring to lead quiet existence. They are unwilling and unlikely to participate in the world's changes.

"You don't understand. I don't want to tell you the answer now. There are important things to do later that I need the help of the pandaren of Misty Island. Go, go and protect me."

Holy light enveloped the golden battle sword in Diakum's hand as he said:

"I need to speak with the 'master' of this demonic blade for a moment."

"Ok?"

Old Ansu's eyes widened in surprise, and he exclaimed:
"You want to make peace with the Burning Legion? Seriously? You, a Vigilant with thick eyebrows and big eyes, actually..."

"The great demon who forged these swords is my 'old friend,' so why does it sound so unpleasant to you about something as trivial as making contact with him?"

Dick scolded:
"Go, just help me protect the Dharma."

Having said that, as Ansu squealed and flew away, the Vigilant merged his spirit into the demonic blade through the purification of the holy light. As his spirit came into contact with the power left behind by the Great Demon in the "Blade of Plunder - Fate and Destiny," in the midst of a fierce clash, he felt a rebuke:
Who is disturbing my creation?

“It’s me, Diakum Zastins.”

He closed his eyes and said:
"Long time no see, Commander Targas. Are you busy these days? Could you spare some time to chat with an old friend?"

The other side fell silent.

Nearly half a minute later, a unique spiritual force emanated from the golden demonic blade.

That must be some kind of peculiar magic that uses this magic blade as a node to project Diakum's will in front of the blade's owner.

This is a dangerous invitation.

Because the ritual is under the control of the other party, if the other party forcibly interrupts the projection ritual, Diakum will lose a portion of his mental power and suffer a backlash.

But faced with this invitation, the Vigilant did not hesitate to merge his spirit into it. In the strange spectacle of shifting and elongating light, when Diakum opened his eyes again, his spiritual power appeared as an astral projection on another planet in the vast sea of ​​stars.

A planet burning fiercely under the attack of the Burning Legion!

He looked around and saw twelve legendary Amanre archmages collectively casting spells to maintain the ritual. "The Hunter" Targas had indeed gone to great lengths to meet his "old friend."

The Amanir warlocks were all wearing Legion masks, but Diakum could clearly sense that when he looked at them, they all lowered their heads and avoided his gaze, whether out of guilt or fear, he couldn't tell.

Or, both?
"Stop bullying your poor brethren, Dick. The great things you did in the stars have made your fallen people terrified of you. Every howl and plea for mercy from the poor Lord Baladur in the Sea of ​​No Light is enough to terrify the guilty Manari, who fear that one day they will face the judgment of the Butcher of the Holy Light."

Even me.
I also feel trembling and uneasy because of this, but what can I do?

The work still needs to be done.

Standing in front of Diakum's projection was Targas, whom he hadn't seen for over 20,000 years. This great demon's appearance was completely different from the leader of the Assassin's Court in Diakum's memory.

The blessing of evil energy did not give it wings, but it made its body extremely large and strong, with grotesque bone spurs growing on its shoulders.

A heavy suit of magic steel armor covered its body, while the ferocious evil soul helmet did not reveal a single face, only a pair of dark green burning eyes staring directly at the burning alien plain in front of it.

As Diakum approached, he saw what was being bombarded by the demon starship's fiery attacks. Beneath the cracked plain, a ferocious Old God was futilely retaliating.

That guy's devouring ability is very low, not even close to that of C'Thun.

Its world is quite small, about the same size as Draenor.

Its void roots have not yet reached the heart of the world, but it also has no chance to devour the world.

The demon discovered it and then used destructive means to "purify" it and the world it inhabited.

Of course, this purification method was a bit crude. Diakum stood on the edge of the dilapidated tower and could see the "natives" being burned to death by the demons.

A group of soft-bodied creatures, similar to beetles, growing to this size suggests they have been influenced by the ancient gods.

"This world is young, and perhaps it has great potential to be corrupted by the Void, or perhaps it was just unlucky and suffered misfortune when the Void Lords sowed the seeds of corruption."

Targas, with his hands behind his back, explained to Diakum:
"When Lord Kil'jaeden's patrolmen discovered the situation here, I set off immediately with my fleet. It only took me five hours to capture the hidden Old God and execute it with fel fire."

This is what I've been doing for over 20,000 years, Dick, and this is the mission that Lord Kil'jaeden has been fulfilling.

The hunters paused.

It no longer gazed at the doomed infant of the ancient god, but turned to look at Diakum's projection and asked:

"You don't seem disappointed to learn that Lord Kil'jaeden took on the mission of fel energy not by force but voluntarily? Don't you think this is a kind of 'fall'?"

"It and you are just walking on the path of the Force, no different from me walking in the light and shadow."

Diakum casually remarked:
"Whether you are just or not is none of my business. After all, I am separated from you by a vast expanse of stars. Although I am angry, I cannot vent my anger on you. But I know you are not such a shallow person, Commander Targas."

You wouldn't try to whitewash something so pathetic by trying to bridge the gap between me and Commander Kil'jaeden in this ridiculous way; both we know it will inevitably end up shedding its blood on its homeland.

To be honest, the reason I contacted you this time was simply to get some information from you about the Burning Legion's plans for this invasion of Azeroth.

I'm here to gather intelligence.

As for this world that is being destroyed by demons.”

The Watcher licked his lips and, under Targas's astonished gaze, gave a very fair assessment.

Diakum stared at the nascent Old God being burned into void jerky by the evil fire before him, and said softly:

"It looks delicious."

(End of this chapter)