Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 319.9. The Battle of Three Generations Under One Roof (crossed out) Between Father and Son!

"This place is much larger than we imagined."

As the group followed Marshal Lothar's Ash Knights into the dream controlled by the greenskins, Lord Margok sighed in amazement, for what appeared before them was not a solitary tower, but an entire magnificent valley.

The Tower of Azura, dragged into the dream, is located atop a mountain in this dreamland, and the path leading there is teeming with green-skinned warlocks, undead knights, and even powerful demons, as well as nightmare creatures that constantly emanate from the fragments torn from the Emerald Dream.

Those dark, strange creatures can jump out from anywhere and launch an attack.

For humans and high elves, “dreams” are an unfamiliar concept, but some archmages have heard similar rumors that dreams are a reflection of the real world, and even more expansive than the real world.

The Emerald Dream contains a complete ecological cycle and gives birth to some dangerous and mysterious creatures. Unfortunately, only those creatures that are allowed to set foot in the Dream are permitted to do so, such as druids of various races, green dragons of the Emerald Legion, and some creatures that are born with special favor.

Today marks the first time that most of these ambitious individuals have set foot in the dream world, and it is completely different from what they imagined.

But the war has already begun here!

Marshal Lothar and his Ash Knights are clashing with a large group of fierce Death Knights. In the sky, dragons and bone dragons are trying to intercept them, but they are blocked by five friendly dragons of different colors and strange appearances.

These five dragons were incredibly fierce. Their coordinated attacks almost overwhelmed an enemy dragon that outnumbered them three to one, allowing the spellcasters who came to "assassinate" Zul'shid to temporarily avoid any threat from the sky.

"Hurry up!"

Losa is incredibly fierce.

The human marshal, wielding the roaring Emperor's Sword, felled a death knight and summoned holy light to burn and purify it. Amidst the swirling holy light, the marshal turned and shouted to the spellcasters behind him:

"This dream is controlled by the warlocks of the Shadow Council, and they are trying to drive us out! You don't have much time left. I will stay here to hold off the undead for you!"

Go up!

Destroy that mage tower as quickly as possible, and Elwynn Forest will be liberated today!
But be careful, there might be more than one lich there.

"Don't hesitate, guys, we've come this far, there's no turning back now."

The noisy dwarf archmage Millhouse Manastorm was the first to respond. This little guy had astonishing courage. He activated the dragon eye ornament in his hand, swung his dragon bone staff, and roared as he smashed a meteorite forward, violently blasting open the path to the mountaintop tower.

Under his leadership, those wild mages who had no origins but possessed great strength also rushed forward.

However, none of the well-established teams made a move.

“I said, I felt something was off about this Master Milhouse a few days ago.”

In Kael'thas's team, Rhonin whispered to Khadgar:

"He's been actively recruiting heroes from all walks of life, saying he's determined to take the Guardian's Staff, but judging from his brute force and lack of wisdom, he doesn't seem to have a complete plan. While charging in recklessly is certainly exhilarating, we won't be able to replenish our magic in this dream world controlled by the Shadow Council."

"If you charge too hard at the beginning, you'll run out of steam later."

"He's on a 'mission'."

Khadgar didn't speak, but Garona, hiding in his shadow, whispered a sarcastic remark:
"This little dwarf was assigned by the Council of Six of Dalaran to cause trouble, with the aim of disrupting the rhythm of the other contestants and creating more opportunities for Prince Kael'thas."

When he was summoned to receive the mission, I was hiding nearby and eavesdropping.

As expected of Dalaran!
Two thousand years of tradition is no joke; they're adept at doing these kinds of evil deeds. But that Millhouse can only fool random, unorthodox mages; look at the rest, who else would fall for his tricks?

Luo Ning nodded.

Although he felt that this method was a bit underhanded, considering the significance of the Atiesh Guardian's Staff to Dalaran and humanity, it was normal and understandable for the Council of Six to take some small actions.

He glanced back.

Besides Prince Kael'thas's team, the wizarding leader Margok's team also remained unmoved, only sending out powerful Cyclops to help deal with the minions blocking their path. In addition to these two teams, there were several smaller teams.

Rhonin recognized one of them as belonging to the arcane faction of Dalaran; it would be abnormal for a place where mages congregate not to have some minor factions.

Judging from their appearance, they are probably like Millhouse, sent by the Council of Six to support Prince Kael'thas.

"I've never seen those two teams before."

Luo Ning said in surprise:

"There are few people, but they look very imposing and are definitely not ordinary adventurers."

"It's a dragon."

Vereesa Windrunner, the ranger captain in the party, whispered:

"They all wear illusion brooches. The blue-haired girl among them was the one I went shopping with before. She's a nice person. Her name is 'Little Star.' The dragons are definitely here for that evil artifact that can control them. Don't worry about them."

"What about the other group?"

Luo Ning asked in a tone of seeking advice:
"The other wave can't possibly be dragons, can it?"

"They are Highborne elves!"

Vereesa showed a look of disgust and said:

"Nobody knows what they came for, but they still came. They are all elite instructors and grade heads from Nassaras Academy, and their strength is not to be underestimated. But I don't think they came for the Holy Staff."

The Highborne have plenty of good stuff; they don't need that one staff.

"Alright, everyone, let's set off."

After a brief exchange with Lord Margok, Prince Kael'thas returned to his group. Handsome and powerful, he solemnly declared:

"We are responsible for clearing the first fortress leading to the summit, where a lich and a skeletal dragon are stationed. The lich was formerly the master of the Tower of Azura. We have a duty to help Archmage Theocritus find peace."

Headmaster Margok will travel to the second fortress to deal with the great demons and Shadow Council warlocks there.

When the time comes, both sides will meet at the foot of Azura's Tower and jointly storm into the Mage Tower. Zul'jid, wielding the Dragon Soul and Uthalus' Scythe, is extremely powerful. We will essentially be directly challenging a Dragon King.

This is something that a single team cannot do; it requires the combined efforts of everyone.

The plan is set, let's get started!

The prince turned around, raised his staff, and summoned the flames to transform into the cry of a phoenix. His phoenix pet, "Oul," renowned throughout the spellcasting circles of Azeroth, flew high into the dream world with bright flames, spewing fire upon the ground to clear the path for everyone.

This wondrous life inspired the dragon-mascot mages to exclaim in amazement, while the faculty and staff from the Nassaras Magic Academy whispered amongst themselves.

"Prince Kael'thas's advanced studies aren't over yet, are they? He'll be an outstanding graduate after he does."

"Kael'thas was personally taught by the Dean. Although he is very talented, I think it will be difficult for him to graduate in less than ten years. The main reason is that the Dean believes that Kael'thas is not skilled enough in controlling the Phoenix Flame."

"No! I heard the Dean mention it last time. She prepared a very difficult 'graduation project' for Kael'thas, which seems to be related to the legendary 'Sulfuras Flame', the flame of creation."

Kael'thas cannot graduate without completing this graduation project. I feel that the Dean is using the standards of a 'magic prince' to formulate a teaching plan for Kael'thas.

"Ugh, this is too difficult."

"They're geniuses, it's not your place to complain. Come on, let's finish this quickly. I haven't even prepared this month's syllabus yet, and I don't want to be dragged by the dean to do a few more practice tests."

So, we only came here for one reason, right?

"Yes, release Ysera, the sleeping one who has returned to purity, so that the 'Firstborn of the World' can truly return to the embrace of her mother, thus proving to the Star Soul Lord the repentance of us Highborne."

Governor Tosedlin, Dean Blue Moon, and Lady Sandara took this matter very seriously; they couldn't afford to cause any trouble.

Our only goal is the Green Dragon Queen; we don't need to get involved in anything else.

But if you find promising students, remember to send them admission notices. The college's enrollment rate has been declining for thousands of years, and although the dean doesn't say it, he's quite anxious about it.

"Well, if the dean could 'appropriately' soften his strict teaching style, I think improving the enrollment rate shouldn't be a problem. The student who has been held back the longest in the academy has already changed his life-saving casket three times."

It sounds terrifying to me.

However, the Eredar 'exchange student' we recruited recently seems quite good. The dean praised her for her potential and expressed great interest in the teaching methods of the Mystic Academy. He is considering taking her on as a personal disciple under the guise of an 'exchange student'.

I heard that the child was so excited that he cried in the classroom.

"What kind of look is that? Is that crying from excitement? She's clearly crying from fright! She even said the Dean was some kind of 'Archimund II,' who is this Archimonde? A big shot among the Eredar?"

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"You shouldn't have come!"

“But I have come, Father! For the sake of the kingdom, I cannot allow you to continue to so recklessly disrupt the order of life and death within its borders; for the sake of the kingdom, I cannot stand idly by while my own father becomes a tool of the Greenskins’ war. Therefore, Father…”

King Llane, guarding the dream rift leading to the Tower of Azura, raised his sword and shield, his holy light surging, and shouted at the death knight lord before him, clad in demon steel armor and wielding the Apocalypse Sword:
"I know what you're planning, but that villain Zul'jid is dead today! The Holy Light has foretold his demise, and I will personally bring you peace here! My warriors will reclaim the land trampled by the Greenskins, and we will unite to save the Stormwind Kingdom."

Then, under that great banner, they marched into the northern frontier!

The Arathor Empire will be rebuilt; we will achieve the second rise of the human empire with our own hands!

"Very good, very courageous."

King Baratheon let out a low laugh from beneath his helmet.

That doesn't mean he was really excited; it was just a dry expression of emotion.

The cold, demonic blade in his hand hummed, urging the Death Knight to hurry forward and seize this vibrant soul belonging to the Holy Light.

Lightforged are favored by the Force of the Light, which means that once they are captured by the Force of Death, they can instantly become powerful Death Knight lords.

Therefore, there was no further conversation. The warhorse, whose flesh and blood had dissipated and turned into spirited skeletons, carried Lord "Rock" towards Ryan, to complete a symbolic "filial piety between father and son" here.

Outside the area where the two were fighting was the most intense battlefield. The Shadow Council had realized the danger, so under Zul'jid's orders, they hid in the dream and kept summoning demons to crash down on the real world.

As the fiendish rifts continued to open, the demons roared and joined the battle, giving the overwhelmed greenskins a glimmer of hope for victory.

Then, that hope of fel energy was extinguished by the roar of the Lightforged war machine's heavy cannons.

The demons have arrived, and the Lightforged Chapter can finally intervene in the battle legitimately. Marad commands from the center, Yrel leads the charge, and the Lightforged little hooves wield their holy blades as the vanguard breaking through the enemy lines.

Before the first wave of demons could even gain a foothold in the material world, they were driven back into the rift by hundreds of Lightforged warriors who unleashed a "Holy Light waaaagh".

The demon lords were furious. They roared and marched into the battlefield, ready to unleash their death. However, what greeted them was the Radiant Holy Spirit, who hovered above the battlefield and radiated pure light and heat throughout the Elwynn Forest in the form of a "Crystal Naaru".

The moment they saw the Watchers, the demons cowered and even lowered their voices, but Diakum had no intention of personally "bullying" these weaklings.

On the one hand, he felt that minimizing the death rate on the battlefield was more strategically important than killing demons.

On the other hand, what level of demon are you?
Does she deserve to be personally purified by Ashbringer?

The Lightforged must wage war against demons to uphold their demon-slaying code, and human warriors and soldiers of other races must also take this precious opportunity to learn how to properly deal with monsters from the Twisting Nether.

Diakum can't do everything for them, and others also need to make rapid progress in an increasingly unsettling situation.

However, while maintaining his sacred posture of emitting light and heat and being blessed by holy light, the vigilant unexpectedly saw an "interesting" fellow. He noticed a human warrior "sneaking around" enjoying the fun of the battle.

That guy had a physique that would be considered tall for a human, but he covered himself up completely with the protective gear and armor of the Storm Kingdom, as if afraid that others would see his face. Moreover, he wielded a war sword and used sword saint-style fighting techniques to "have fun" back and forth on the battlefield.

They're really having a blast!

This guy completely disobeys the commander's orders. Basically, wherever there is a need, he rushes there, picks up his greatsword, and quickly takes down any resisting greenskins or ferocious demons. Then he goes to find the next place that needs help and goes to eliminate evil.

They appear brave, but in reality they fight haphazardly without any strategy or method.

He doesn't seem like a qualified soldier at all.

Moreover, this guy always likes to roar and shout when fighting, which is something humans don't do. However, orcs like to use battle cries to boost morale when fighting.

"What did Yura and Tirasalan do? Why did they release this little guy?"

The aerial observer raised an eyebrow.

He clearly recognized who the guy frolicking on the battlefield was, so he chuckled and summoned one of the little golden angels surrounding him, asking it to deliver something to him.

On the battlefield below, Varian Wrynn was in a very good mood.

He felt that the forest spirits had given him a wonderful adult body through the "Prosperity Ritual"!
Although he was only nine years old and about to turn ten, Yongmao's father told him that after enduring the degeneration trial and receiving the blessing of life, his body had now grown to its peak at the age of twenty.

And this state will continue until one's age matches one's physical condition, at which point it will improve further.

This isn't entirely a good thing, because having his physical condition fixed means that Varian's personal strength will be difficult to increase effectively over a long period of time, which is equivalent to having a "power seal" added to him. However, Varian doesn't think this is a bad thing.

The reason is simple: at his original growth rate, it would have taken him at least several years before he could go to the battlefield, but now he is ready to fulfill his duties as the Prince of Storm City to the people and the kingdom.

By the time he grew up, his father and Sir Lothar would have already finished the war. He couldn't stand by and watch himself unable to contribute to the people, nor did he intend to let his father and elders steal all the glory and enjoyment of the battle.

I'm a man too!

I must fight too!

"You hateful greenskins! This sword is for Stormwind, which you have breached!"

Varian roared and swung his greatsword, a fierce blow that sent the greenskins in front of him splitting up.

He wasn't just sightseeing in Draenor during this time; he went to Vahalor, where he received guidance from the Fireblade Swordmaster. Combined with the battle imprint given to him by the Flameblade, Varian's sword strikes were now even more skillful.

The only regret was that the Naru crystal he wore around his neck had not yet been completely purified by his anger.

The warden told him that once the crystal was purified, he would possess an unparalleled weapon.

But that's enough for now.

I don't aspire to great achievements; today, I am the avenger of Stormwind! I am here to vent my anger for my oppressed people.

Just as Varian had killed the surrounding greenskins and was eagerly preparing to find his next target, he suddenly saw a golden light descend from the sky, like a meteor falling to earth, purifying all the demons around him. The burst of light and heat startled him.

His tough adult image crumbled at this moment, because the way he dodged and weaved looked just like a child playing hide-and-seek.

As the golden light faded, Varian was surprised to see a small, exquisitely crafted golden seraph floating before him, like a miniature version of the Vigilant Seraph. Behind the little golden seraph was a two-handed sword in the style of an elf.

It has a unique double blade of one long and one short and an exquisite openwork blade. The gray-white blade is covered with mysterious elven runes, and the hilt is also very well made. The red rhomboid gem is like the eye of the sword.

The little angel flew around the elven sword once, then made a "please" gesture.

"Is this for me?"

Varian's eyes widened.

The little angel, who could only shower praise but couldn't speak properly, nodded, then transformed into a stream of light and flew back to the Watcher's side, continuing to shower the Holy Spirit with praise—that was just part of his "job."

The little prince looked up at the radiant Saint Diakum on the battlefield.

He knew that the sage had kept his promise and found him a peerless sword.

For a moment, Varian felt a pang of insecurity; he felt he might not be worthy of this seemingly formidable sword. But as he reached for the hilt, he heard Diakum's words of advice:

"Salamani is the proud 'enemy of the devil,' its sharpness only shines on the bravest warriors in the world. It is the strictest judge, and only when you meet the standard are you qualified to truly awaken it."

Use it in battle now, Varian Wrynn.

Your father is fighting your grandfather. I think you should fulfill your duty as a good grandson. Go ahead, but don't run around and interfere with battlefield command, or Brigadier General Windsor will spank you.

Go where you're supposed to be!

"Okay, I got it!"

With a mighty effort, Varian used his brute strength to pull out the sword of Salamani.

As the watcher said, the sword stared coldly, not intending to awaken him, but it was sharp enough!
The young warrior's casual whirlwind slashes easily cleaved through the armor and bones of the green-skinned orcs, which satisfied Varian. After killing several green-skinned orcs, he charged forward into the shadows, using his Swift Step technique to traverse the battlefield and finally arrive at the place where his father and grandfather had fought.

The battle between the Black and White Knights created a scorching yet chilling area-of-effect attack by the clash between the power of Holy Light and Death, making it impossible for ordinary warriors to get close.

But Varian was fearless.

He appeared from behind as Baratheon swung his magic blade and knocked away King Lionheart's heavy shield.

With a swing of his Salamani, "Good Grandson" delivered a fatal blow, cutting down "Grandpa's" death steed and sending the Death Knight Lord sprawling to the ground. He then rose and looked at the mysterious warrior before him.

Ryan was also startled and looked at the reinforcements.

Under the watchful eyes of his grandfather and father, Varian hesitated for a moment, then reached out and removed his full-face helmet, tossing it aside. He tossed his long black hair and his now-grown face, and said loudly:

“I’m back! Grandfather, and Father, Varian Wrynn is back! I’ve come for victory, as a warrior.”

(End of this chapter)