Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 315.5. As subordinates, satisfying the needs of the important figures is our top priority.

Dick’s “fair assessment” as he witnessed a world on the verge of death truly startled Targas.

It had long heard that Diakum was becoming increasingly fanatical under the guidance of the Holy Light, especially with the exaggerated boasts of the defeated demons who had fled from Draenor, leading the Hunter to believe that the once fervent warden had, like the other Lightforged of the Holy Light Legion, strayed onto the "evil path" of the Holy Light.

But upon seeing it today, Targas realized that these rumors could not be entirely trusted.

Diakum is indeed getting weirder, but it's the complete opposite of the "fanatical" behavior I imagined! You Warrior of Light, explain to me, this great demon, what does "looks delicious" really mean?
Does an ancient god look delicious?
Blanch!
Your pica is beyond saving! You're doomed.

Of course, all of the above was a joke, a rant from the hunter Targas. As a servant of fel energy, Targas interpreted the words as having a rather "terrifying" meaning.

"You did something similar in the realm of light and shadow? You devoured an ancient god?"

The hunter shouted:

"You walked into the Holy Light, I could only say you were blind, but to actually associate with the Void, I must rebuke you for courting death! Dick, when the Legion's destroyers step into Azeroth, you too will become a target we must eliminate!"

"Yes, that's exactly what I want to know."

Dick looked at Targas and followed up on the topic, asking:

"How do you plan to invade Azeroth? Is this invasion solely led by the Defilers, or will the Conquerors also be involved? Why is Cenarius able to command a great demon like Manonos as its vanguard?"

Isn't the Destroyer the top general under Commander Kil'jaeden?
The two factions have cooperated?

“You are very perceptive, but our collaboration with the Corruptors cannot be called ‘cooperation.’ Cenarius, a man of mediocre character, is not qualified to talk about cooperation with Lord Kil’jaeden! Although he is also a great demon lord, everyone in the Stars knows that he is just an ‘add-on.’”

"It's just a pair of gloves; no one will mourn its loss when it's time to throw it away."

Targas doesn't seem to care about leaking the Legion's classified information.

It said with a sneer:
"It's simply because of Azeroth's special importance that the Dark Titans are paying attention to this invasion, and Lord Kil'jaeden has to 'show his support,' but to be honest, we have no interest in Azeroth."

Rather than sending elite, long-time veterans to their deaths, Lord Kil'jaeden and I would prefer to use those forces in the right places.

You can't even imagine how many worlds in this sea of ​​stars have been corrupted by the ancient gods, nor can you imagine the insane forces that the Void Believers in this sea of ​​stars have built up in those remote, dark corners.

For example, have you heard of the 'Revenge Army'?

"Of course, that was a faction of the Voidlings. After their homeland, Kalecgos, was devoured by the Void Lord Dimensius the Devourer of Worlds, the remaining Voidlings split into moderates, neutrals, and extremists."

The moderates formed the Order of the Nation in an attempt to achieve their goal indirectly, while the neutrals formed the Astral Consortium and traveled throughout the universe as merchants.

The extremists formed a "revenge army" and became the most notorious "terrorists" among the stars!

Diakum recounted the details with great familiarity:

"The Vengeance Army, under the guise of revenge against the 'Eater of Worlds,' recklessly invades worlds they deem 'useful,' brutally tearing apart celestial bodies to extract the energy and matter they need. The most extreme group of Voidlings even attempts to complete their revenge by harnessing the power of the void."

Those guys called 'Void Shadow Guards' have lost their way.

Their twisted souls, echoing in the Sea of ​​No Light, have been reflected as Void Fiends, though I suspect the Burning Legion sees no difference between them.

After all, demons are known for their fanatical ways of doing things; to you, they are either friends or enemies.

"Who said that?"

Targas laughed heartily, pointing to the demon starship spewing destructive fire high in the sky, and said:
"The Burning Legion and the Consortium have a good relationship, mainly thanks to Shaper the Shaper maintaining this precious diplomacy. Often, when the Consortium's traveling merchants encounter worlds invaded by the Void and the other party is unwilling to purchase the 'protective measures' they provide, those cunning Void merchants will invite their 'demonic friends' to help them negotiate business."

Ah, Dick, you've been on Earth for too long. You can't comprehend the rather peculiar 'ecosystem' that has formed in the Star Sea.

The void is just one part of it.

The Order of the Legion isn't a major problem either; they can rationally view the Burning Legion's hatred of the Void and even engage in limited cooperation with us.

However, the Avengers are indeed a big problem. They are forming gangs everywhere, taking advantage of the hatred of the masses for demons to build a group.

The Holy Light Legion is indeed our enemy, but the 'Dark Light Realm' where the Vengeance Army is hiding is even more troublesome.

That's enough. I'm telling you this just to let you know that the main force of Kil'jaeden the Conqueror's army won't be going to Azeroth to join the fray. Rest assured, this time that wretched world will not suffer the Conqueror's wrath.

But if that idiot polluter fails, the next invasion won't be up to us anymore.

At this point, Targas sighed and said:

"The Dark Titan's obsession with Azeroth has become a demonic obsession. It cannot rest easy until that world is destroyed. Unfortunately, Azeroth's resilience far exceeds the demons' imagination. Even when it was corrupted by the Void, it was still able to fight back, causing the Burning Legion to suffer a humiliating defeat ten thousand years ago."

Don't laugh at me, but my last trip to Azeroth was absolutely horrible.

A damn black mad bull came charging at my door three hours after I stepped out of the portal. That damn bull clearly possessed strange powers, and despite my best efforts, I was still killed by it with a single spear thrust.

It's a shame to have returned to the Twisting Nether.

By the way, is Huen Gaoling still alive? I have a lot of scores to settle with that big black bull.

“Even if Hu En is dead, he won’t be an immortal like you or me.”

Dick waved his hand and said:
"So, the appearance of Mannoroth the Destroyer is merely a show of force by Kil'jaeden to express his 'attitude'? And no demonic fleet will be deployed?"

"No, don't worry."

Targas, with his hands behind his back, answered affirmatively:

"The Corruptor can't command the demon fleet, mainly because that guy doesn't like such brutal destruction. It has been twisted by fel energy, turning its former love for the world into a terrible desire for destruction. It prefers to use its plague to poison an entire world, watching fragile lives wither in the demonic plague, and then shaping them into strange and disgusting things."

But it also reached a deal with the vandals.
Well, don't say I leaked the information, anyway, Cenarius has handed over the invasion of the Eastern Kingdoms to the Destroyers, and its focus will be on the continent of Kalimdor.

The Kaldorei were its first target, and it did not intend to destroy Azeroth, but rather to twist the Star Soul into something strange to curry favor with the Dark Titan and prove its pitiful 'ability'.

I've heard that the dreadlords under the Shaper's command also have their own plans. If you intend to protect that world, you'll have to be careful from now on.

By the way, I heard that High Archon Velen—cough, I mean, 'Eridan bandit leader' Velen didn't go to Azeroth?

This question made Diakum blink.

He pondered Targas's intentions, and after a moment, Diakum said in a subtle tone:
"Velen can be in Azeroth, depending on who the old prophet has to face."

"Can you arrange it?"

Targas turned to look at Diakum, his burning eyes beneath his helmet gleaming.

The vigilant nodded and said:

“I can make the arrangements, but you must guarantee that Kil'jaeden will not come in person. You must understand, Commander Targas, I cannot allow the leader of the Draenei to fall into crisis.”

"Let me think of something. A specially designed legion communicator can allow the conqueror to appear on the battlefield as a projection, and allow it to see its brothers whom it has missed for many years but has been unwilling to meet on its own initiative in some 'accident'."

Ah, we need to make proper arrangements for this 'brotherly' reunion.

This helped Lord Kil'jaeden maintain his sanity amidst the increasingly severe fel corruption.

The hunter pondered for a few minutes, then said to Diakum:

"Then let's schedule it at the end of the invasion. When the corrupted die under your holy light, a dispatched observation starship will arrive above the orbit of Azeroth, but will not enter that world to avoid causing unnecessary conflict."

You also need to plan your time well.

I can assure you, Diakum, that Velen will be unharmed; it's merely a necessary reunion.

This suggestion prompted the vigilant to ask in return:

Is Kil'jaeden in a bad situation?

“Look at the question you’re asking, Dick. You’re a Force Walker too. You’re favored by two Forces at the same time. No one understands better than you how terrifying the Force’s erosion of an individual’s mind can be.”

Targas sighed and said:
"For over 20,000 years, even the most rational Lord Kil'jaeden has suffered greatly from it, especially in the last few thousand years, when it has also learned to enjoy the pleasure of destruction."

Just like us.

In truth, the beings in this world before you are merely worshipping the ancient gods as 'deities'. Their alienation has not yet reached the point where they must be destroyed, but I still do not hesitate to order the demons to slay this world.

I have no grudge against it.

I just feel good doing this; the Fel is happy to see a pile of ashes in a sea of ​​stars, and so am I.

terribly sorry.

But when we meet again, let's not hold back. We must fight with all our might, and perhaps it will be best for everyone to slumber in ashes as the monster remains.

"Ah."

Dick nodded, and then he said:

"Do you know who Sachir truly serves?"

"I don't know, and I'm not interested."

Targas waved his hand, showing no interest in even hearing the secret. The Great Demon said in a mocking voice:

"The Burning Crusade lasted for over 20,000 years. The lowest-ranking demons craved violence and devoured souls, the demon commanders longed to gain the favor of the high demon lords through their military exploits, and the high demons hoped to please the dark titans with destruction and grant them the glory of fel energy."

Every member in this system has their own ideas.

This did not stop the Burning Legion, this war behemoth, from crushing the stars. Did the Dark Titan ever care about the disloyalty of its own members?
No, He wouldn't even spend a second more pondering these trivial questions. After all, we are merely the whips of the Dark Titans to cleanse the starry sea. As long as we fulfill our duties and strike the void, our master is perfectly content with us.

Conversely, when the Burning Legion is unable to fulfill its duties, Lord Sargeras would not hesitate to use His terrifying power to send us all back to the Twisting Nether.

So what if Sachir has ulterior motives?
To put it bluntly, Lord Kil'jaeden has repeatedly and blatantly ordered his fleet to bypass the exiled world where the Eredar clan resides. Isn't that an act of favoritism and corruption?
Don't think of the Burning Legion as something so terrible, Diakum.

This is a powerful star-sea force, no different from the Holy Light Legion or the Revenge Army.

Destruction is just a job.

We were happy to complete it, but that doesn't mean we liked it that much.

Therefore, anyone who tries to weaken the Burning Legion through 'division' is destined to be disappointed. There will be a second Sachil if Sachil dies, so why bother?
Besides, the sculptor is doing a great job, why do you have to replace him?
If a ruthless individual like the Polluter shows up, willing to do anything to achieve their goals, ha, how many of the Eredar Starship clans do you think will survive?

The hunter whispered to him, just as he had instructed Diakum in the Academy of Mysteries years before:
"The Burning Legion's lack of direct attack on the Holy Light Realm is not because we are incapable of destroying it. Lord Sargeras simply does not care about the existence of the Holy Light Legion. He never regards those fanatics as a threat. The demon army used for the expedition to the Holy Light Realm should use its precious time to clean up the endless corruption in the star sea."

The Holy Light Legion thinks it's very powerful, but if you look at their war history, you'll know that every major battle with the Burning Legion was initiated by them.

Really.

We can't be bothered with them.

Alright, my archwarks are almost worn down by the energy drain of this projection ritual. State your terms, Dick. What do you need to help me arrange the meeting between the two leaders?

I will try my best to satisfy you; this is just my personal wish!

I don't want to see Lord Kil'jaeden walking alone in the darkness any longer. You and I both know that in this vast galaxy, only one person can inspire its lost soul.

"Okay, then I'm welcome."

Diakum frankly said:

"The Burning Legion has been searching for the Titan Soul, and as far as I know, you have not found Eonar the Life-Binder. I need all the information about her hiding place."

"hiss"

Even though he said he didn't care, the hunter still couldn't help but gasp when he heard the watcher's request.

It stared at Diakum and said seriously:
"This is the Burning Legion's top military secret. If I were to leak it, Lord Kil'jaeden would not hesitate to execute me."

"To borrow a popular phrase from the Sea of ​​Darkness..."

Diakum said:
“This is your problem, not mine! Tell me where she is, and I’ll make sure Commander Kil’jaeden can meet with Prophet Velen.”

"Hmph, do you think I'd be foolish enough to believe the assurances of a Void Cultist?"

Targas said with a sneer:
"Let's do cash on delivery. I'll give you what you need when the two leaders meet."

"But you know what that means."

Diakum sighed and said:

"You know, once we meet, I will show no mercy!"

"Let's see who has the better skills then!"

Targas shouted:
"Get out of here, Holy Light Butcher! Don't disturb my enjoyment of this endlessly destructive moment. Wash your neck clean and wait for the day I arrive in Azeroth! These two knives are yours; consider it advance payment for your life."

Ah, I had the Burning Legion's best mage craftsmen forge those twin blades for me, and I personally delivered them to Azeroth for the use of the greediest, the most insane, and the most wicked.

Generation after generation of villains will find the Blade of Plunder by fate and use it to do terrible things in the shadows of the world.

That would indeed weaken Azeroth's power, but that's not my primary objective.

I simply want to enjoy the ugly spectacle of those 'Children of Azeroth' falling into the corruption of power, and then use their souls, which will eventually be devoured, as my playthings.

The hunter removed a beautiful string of fel energy beads from his gloomy armor.

Its claws caressed the bracelet, and from each jewel came the scream of an evil being. Their cries gave Targas a deep sense of joy, just as it described itself as having learned to enjoy the pleasure of destruction.

It was immersed in it, just like the other demons.

Diakum dispersed the projection.

In the instant before returning to his body, he saw Targas shatter the string of fel jewels and unleash fel fire to incinerate the escaped souls.

It laughed heartily amidst the ferocious flames.

It laughs wildly in this world that is about to be completely torn apart by the Burning Legion.

It unleashes its evil rampage in the apocalypse, like a demon.

"buzz"

Dick opened his eyes.

The golden plundering battle blade in his hand had been completely purified by the white holy flames, leaving not a trace of Targas's power.

Of course, the fact that these battle swords were forged by the Burning Legion's most evil magician means that their underlying vicious combat logic will not change.

It will still greedily devour the flesh and blood of its enemies to strengthen its wielder, and when the wielder is about to fail, it will also devour them without mercy, and then patiently wait for the next lucky or unlucky wielder to appear.

Only true heroes or madmen would dare to use such a weapon, but that's not something Diakum needs to worry about.

He purified the demonic blade; this weapon will eventually find someone who can wield it.

As for whether to facilitate a meeting between Velen and Kil'jaeden, Diakum needed to consider it carefully. However, he believed that if the old Velen knew of this opportunity, the great prophet would not hesitate, and if Kil'jaeden dared to come in person, Velen would show no mercy when calling upon the Holy Light to purify him.

Sigh, things related to the ancient Eredar are always so bad.

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“How could you just run out like that? Do you know how worried we were about you? Lord Cenargos was almost frantic! He nearly came over himself, but thankfully the Spellweaver stopped him.”

In the still-unfinished district of Stormwind, Kalecgos, with his blue hair, angrily berated Little Star, whose arm was bandaged:
“We are in a terrible situation, and you shouldn’t put more pressure on the leaders at this time.”

"I'm fine, I know I was wrong."

Stellagossa had no way to refute it, nor could she tell Kalecgos what she had experienced.

She could only make up a story about being rescued by a human archmage, but fortunately, Little Star was clever from a young age, and her lie did not arouse Kalecgos' suspicion in the current chaotic time.

Seeing Little Star's terrible state, Kare sighed and didn't continue scolding him. Instead, he pointed to a night elf in a red robe beside him and said:
"This is Prince Kelstraz of the Red Dragonflight, you can call him Karen. He is my good friend. We have come here to find warriors among humans to help us eliminate the threat of the Dragon Soul."

"Hmm, then I can help!"

Little Star's eyes lit up, and she immediately offered a suggestion:

"Stormwind is currently preparing to select a successor for the human Guardian's Staff of Tirisfal. It is said that during the last 'succession ceremony,' the 'Ebony Chill' was taken by the high elves, so many powerful human spellcasters and their friends have come this time."

The elves were not to be outdone. I heard that an elven archmage had already spread the word that they would definitely bring the Atiesh Guardian's Staff back to Quel'Thalas this time. But the humans were also eager to use the staff to save the Northlands from crisis. In any case, the tension between the two sides was running high.

The mages are discussing the trials that come with inheriting the Guardian's Staff. Perhaps we can accomplish both things together?
Anyway, hiring humans to do work is all about paying them money.

Our dragons are loaded!

Let's join together for this grand event.

(End of this chapter)