Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 320, Section 10: We've already appreciated enough of the warlock's classic talents; let's take it away.

"Why haven't Baratheon and Apocalypse returned yet? We need the Death Knights to return to the tower and hold off the approaching mages for us."

Those guys are crazy!
They have strange, ferocious dragons aiding them in battle. The demons we summoned have been banished by those damned ogre wizards. The lich Cyokturis has already been killed three times, and those mages are about to find its phylactery!

Our defenses are crumbling.

Damn it, we need more demons, we need more undead!
Zulushid!

Are you just going to stand there and watch?
"Say something!"

The Shadow Council warlocks, hiding in the shadowy Tower of Azura, were terrified.

They truly hadn't expected the humans to go to such lengths this time. They were actually able to assemble such a formidable army in such a short period of time. The warlocks were actually quite well-equipped, after all, the Shadow Council had previously replenished its ranks with a wave of outstanding scoundrels from various races. The problem was that the operation at the Temple of Atal'Hakkar ended in a disastrous defeat, which directly resulted in the Shadow Council being severely crippled at present.

They pinned their hopes on the ferocity of the Bloodblood Orcs on the outskirts, hoping they could buy them some time to escape. However, the warlocks overestimated the Bloodblood Orcs' organizational abilities.

Without a skilled chieftain like Fenris Wolfskin to lead them, the maddened greenskins, once they lose their temper, quickly enter a "who cares" state. They will fall into mindless, frenzied killing until they realize they are completely surrounded by the enemy and have no way out, at which point they can barely regain some rationality.

In this situation, the battlefield around Azura's Tower is no longer commandable. Now, all we can do is pray that the orcs are brave enough to defeat the humans with their fighting instincts.

Zul'Gurub, who was posing for a photo at the top of the mage tower, didn't even bother to listen to the warlocks' ugly and incompetent wailing.

He's in a pretty bad situation right now.

Besides having his fate sealed by the Dragon King's Fire, causing him to suffer terrible burning pain at all times, the failed decapitation attack at Stormwind Keep also brought him a lot of trouble.

Zulushid is currently incapable of calmly thinking things through!
His mind was in a state of abnormal "activity," with inexplicable hallucinations and sounds constantly appearing before his eyes and in his ears. The severe headaches felt like someone was tearing his mind apart with a sharp dagger. Even more terrifying, the great sorcerer could not be sure whether the thoughts in his mind were his own will or "instructions" inserted into his mind by some force.

He felt his mind was betraying him.
The torment inflicted by the Void Force was only mental; what was more terrifying was that his physical body was also damaged.

He could feel the carbonized flesh and blood abnormally "wandering," as if a part of the flesh and blood had been given its own consciousness and would move along the aching bones to other places. For example, right now, Zulushid didn't dare to get up at all because a part of his flesh and blood was abnormally "activated" in his groin.

Well, warlocks may be shameless, but they still have some sense of shame sometimes.

If incompetent subordinates saw that he was still acting recklessly in the face of a formidable enemy, it would completely erase his already limited reputation.

Of course, as an extreme pragmatist, Zulushid also knew that now was a matter of life and death, and he could no longer care about saving face.

But the "Void Seed" planted by the malicious Vigilant made him far from optimistic about his fate. Coupled with a splitting headache and rage, the green-skinned archmage finally couldn't hold back any longer and roared:
"Shouting! All you do all day long is spout nonsense, it's like a million ducks quacking!"

Normally you all act all high and mighty, bragging about how powerful and vicious you are, but when it comes to actually fighting, you become such cowards. No wonder outsiders look down on us warlocks. I must have been blind to gather you bunch of precious beings together, hoping you could accomplish great things.

You guys are utterly useless!

What's the panic?

Don't you know how sturdy this tower is?
go with!
Open up all the folds in the mage tower, and hehe, a mage tower is a castle, and spellcasters are invincible in their own towers.

"I want to see how those humans will break through to our highest level and strangle us."

Zulushid brandished his demonic scythe and rebuked:

"Get back to your posts. There's only one exit from this dream. If I don't open it, none of you are going to escape! Hold on, I'm going to prepare a super powerful 'secret weapon' to kill all these guys who are rushing into the tower."

By then, the Shadow Council will have enough powerful corpses to use.

The dark power emanating from the remains of these 'warriors' is enough to devour the entire world for us!
And don't forget, the Corruptors are watching us, warlocks.

So, who are you more afraid of?

Those humans, or the polluters?

Zul'jid's hoarse threat made the warlocks feel uneasy, but he wasn't wrong.

With the Corruptors about to launch their final invasion of Azeroth, their lives are entirely in the hands of the Great Demon Lord. In the current situation, if you dare to run, you'll be wanted by both the legitimate and criminal worlds.

The sorcerers all wore long faces, but in the end, they had no choice but to turn around and leave to get back to work.

After the incompetents had all left, Zul'hild coughed violently a few times, spraying hot, black blood onto the ground.

Under the warlock's twitching gaze, the black blood that landed came to life as bizarre "slime monsters" crawled around everywhere, which made him hate the vicious vigilante even more, and he summoned shadowflames to burn these damned things.

"Quack, leader, we need to think of a way out."

In the winds of shadow, the Arakkoa Shadow Archsage Eskar stroked his ghostly black dagger as he approached Zul'shid. His cold eyes darted around, staring strangely at Zul'shid's bulging crotch. He thought to himself, "These orc warlocks are just perverts. What kind of time is this to still be in the mood for an erection?"
But in order not to provoke Zulushid, who was clearly acting abnormally, the Arakkoa pretended not to see anything and whispered:
"Those idiots are enough to buy us some time. Shall we take this opportunity to open a rift and run?"

"Run? Where to run?"

Zulushid struggled to his feet, leaning on his demonic scythe, and said in a hoarse voice:

“If you dare to leave this tower, Diakum, who is ‘fishing’ outside, can crush us immediately. Even if you want to run away, you have to have a plan. Eska, this is what I always say: ‘a cunning rabbit has three burrows.’”

"Hehe, don't worry, we have one last solution to break this deadlock."

The archsor walked with a chilling tone to the Essence Gem of Eranikus, which controlled the entire dream. He stroked the crystal of the Nightmare Tyrant, opening a rift in the dream to a deeper realm. He beckoned to Esca, signaling it to follow him.

This is a "secret location" that has never been revealed to other Shadow Council warlocks before.

Esca blinked.

It knew it had gained Zul'hild's trust, and in this moment of crisis, the cunning archmage was finally willing to share his secrets.

Amidst Xalatas's strange laughter, the Arakkoa sage followed Zul'hild into the depths of the dream. The "deep dream" before them was not large, but the giant beast lying within it made Eska's feathers stand on end in tension.

That's Ysera!
But it is not the one that was once asleep.

The Emerald Queen's dream powers had been completely extracted by Zul'hild using the Dragon Soul, and she should have been weak. However, the behemoth before her was not weak at all; instead, it exuded a fierce, powerful, and savage aura.

It's as if a colossal overlord from a primitive era is sleeping, and the moment it awakens, the entire land will tremble.

"Ysera's degeneration is complete. She has returned from the beautiful but powerless form of the Guardian Dragon to the behemoth overlord form befitting the Proto-Dragon King."

As the chieftain of the Dragonthroat clan, Zulushid was naturally skilled in "Dragon Aspects".

He admired the "Primordial Dragon Ysera" before him with the eyes of someone looking at a "treasure of the world." Ysera's magnificent body had been replaced with a stronger and more robust dragon body, and its once elegant and beautiful horns had been replaced with a thorny sword-shaped dragon crown more suitable for combat. Its overall style was leaning towards savagery.

The dragon's huge forelimbs, which were originally like those of a lizard, became short, but its hind legs became thicker and more ferocious. Its mouth also became bigger and more suitable for tearing, and the giant teeth at the corners of its mouth were no longer gentlemanly, each one like a precious sword.

Ysera's iconic Dream Jewel decorations have disappeared, replaced by a dreamlike veil formed by the tangible green glow flowing through her scales. While not as approachable as the dream queen she once was, this new form exudes a greater sense of power.

Especially the wings!
The wings of the guardian dragons are exquisite and wide, but to be honest, for flying creatures, such wings are hardly useful for combat other than flying. However, the wings of the progenitor dragon are different.

It is sturdy and brutal enough that each strike can create a whirlwind, and its blows, like those of a warhammer, are enough to split mountains and shatter rocks.

"Her size has increased by two sizes compared to before. Although she has lost the power of dreams, her ability to fight head-on has been doubled. Moreover, her innate corrosive breath has become even more deadly."

Most importantly, after completely stripping Ysera of her dream powers, I discovered the Titans' 'secret'.

Zul'hild, leaning on his demonic scythe, let out a chilling laugh:
“You know what, Eskar? The Titans claimed to have blessed the dragons, but in reality, the green dragons can manipulate dreams on their own. That’s their own ability, not a gift from the Titans. The Pantheon guys deceived these pathetic dragons and incorporated them into their own system.”

look!

The degenerated Ysera is regaining control of dreams; she can soar through them even without the power of the Titans.

“That’s indeed very powerful.” The Crow-Man Sage cawed, rubbing his hands together as he spoke.

"With such a powerful Dragon King and the Dragon Soul in your possession, we can break through the encirclement. You are truly a genius!"

"Ha, who said I was going to run away? Foolish!"

Zulushid said with a sneer:
"I wasn't just fooling those fools. Humans have found the strongest warriors they can find to try and kill us, but we warlocks aren't weaklings who will just stand there and take a beating. I'm going to set up a trap here!"
When those carefully selected individuals step inside, bury them all at once.

"Relying on this Dragon King? Ribbit, you can't do it."

Esca sighed and said:

"As you said, Ysera is still recovering, and her mind as a protector of the world will not obey us, even if you have the Dragon Soul. Alas, after losing the power of the Titans, the Dragon Soul can no longer control her."

She could lose control at any moment and turn around and strangle us!

"Then why doesn't she wake up?"

The great sorcerer laughed and said:
"Ilanicus threatened me, preventing me from harming Ysera, but that dead man underestimated my courage!"
I obtained the Seed of Fel Force from the Corruptor several days ago, and it is currently within Ysera's body. The Fel Dream is embracing our mighty Queen Ysera, and it won't be long.

I will bury those guys because we will get an even more terrifying and powerful 'Nightmare Tyrant', and this time, Ysera will become the Burning Legion's world-destroying blade!
But I need someone to stay here and speed up the process, and I don't have many people I can trust anymore.

Esca, you stay here!

You will preside over the corruption ritual, allowing Ysera to fall into fel magic as much as possible. I will buy you some time outside.

At this point, Zulushid patted Eskar on the shoulder and said with a sigh:
"Now that we've fallen into this world, we must join hands to fight for our lives. But you are wise, Eskar. You know very well that once Ysera, the Fel Dragon King, awakens, all the problems that have been troubling us will no longer be problems."

So, can I trust you?

"Quack, back when I was at my lowest point, it was you who convinced that fool Gul'dan to take me and my followers in."

Esca said sadly:
"I've always wanted to return to Skyreach with a way to heal my people, but my beloved died at the hands of that damned Diakum. I hate him, quack, I hate Draenor!"

"Lord Zul'hild, you can certainly trust me. I will do everything in my power to complete the fel energy conversion you desire. Just hold on outside, and I will bring you the best news."

"Okay, let's get started."

The archmage left the deep dream without hesitation, and his staggering figure actually exuded an aura of fearless determination to advance for the great cause of the Burning Legion.

However, after he left, Xalatas sneered:
"Do you believe that a brilliant sorcerer would use himself as bait to buy his comrades a chance to fight back from the brink of defeat? My dear Esca."

"Quack, he doesn't believe a single punctuation mark; he just wants to take advantage of me."

The sage of the crow people scoffed and said:
“I don’t even need to think to know Zul’hid’s plans. He knows that those humans are not only after his head, but also to rescue the Green Dragon Queen. He knows that they are about to launch a full-scale attack.”

The Shadow Council's towers could not withstand them; they were the concentrated elite forces of the Eastern Continent.

The potential of this world is terrifying.

"Quack, once I'm trapped in this ritual, Zul'Gurub can sell me out if necessary. He's here for Ysera, and I have nowhere to escape in this confined place. My dying rebuttal will buy Zul'Gurub enough chance to escape."

Gul'dan taught him very well, but who made me learn to draw wisdom from the greater darkness.

"My dear Xal'atath, we have our own plans too, ribbit. The 'Corruptor' Ysera you've been waiting for is almost here. Behold this poor dragon being tormented by fel energy!"

The chilling Esca gripped the Dark Empire's Blade at her waist, and as she approached the agonizing behemoth queen before her, she said:

"Come, beautiful void, come, my beloved forerunner, I will offer you this most perfect sacrifice, I will personally forge a second 'Deathwing' for you and the Sea of ​​Darkness!"
Yes!

Yes, a more powerful, more mad, more loyal 'Emerald Wing,' Ysera will become your servant, my dear Xal'atath.

"Good boy, you deserve a kiss from the void, my dear child."

Saratas let out a satisfied, suggestive hum, and urged:
"So what are we waiting for? My dear Eskar, go and plunge the Dark Blade into Ysera's scales. Let us first cleanse her of the filth of fel energy, and then guide her into the warm, dark void."

Humanity will not win this battle, nor will the demons escape defeat. There can only be one true winner in this battle.
Ah, that's us!
What did that ridiculous Void Herald Diakum do for the Sea of ​​Light to make the Highlords love him so much?

What a laughable and treacherous fellow!
I!
Xal'atath, I am the true Void Herald!
I will prove to the Sea of ​​Darkness with my actions who their most promising child is.”

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"Ah, look, here come the self-proclaimed righteous mages, the noble Prince Kael'thas and the shameless Lord Margok. Shouldn't I, this damned lowly greenskin, put down the Dragon Soul in my hand and weep and beg for your forgiveness?"

At the top floor of Azura's Tower.

Zul'jid watched as the Azerothian spellcasters charged forward. Even though Mar'gok and Kael'thas had made ample preparations, their respective teams still suffered heavy casualties as they fought their way up.

It must be said that Zul'Gurub's "Shadow Council Plus" is quite capable, and the fact that warlocks face the predicament of dying if they don't fight makes their counterattack both fierce and crazy.

Margok's Cyclops warriors were all wiped out, while the five leaders of the Mag'har orcs were unharmed, though each of them was wounded.

Kael'thas lost a squad of rangers and more than three elven archmages. Although the wounded were still alive thanks to the prince's kindness and repeated assistance, such a loss was still painful even for the wealthy high elf prince.

Even Vereesa was almost frozen into a tombstone by the lich, but fortunately Rhonin used "Blink, which only happens once in a lifetime" at the critical moment.

Vereesa only suffered frostbite, but Ronin, who "fought desperately to protect his sister," was in a much worse state.

The man was deathly pale; at least four deadly plagues were raging within him, but he still insisted on keeping up.

Khadgar had secured this opportunity for him. Although he didn't know what his friend meant by the "trial," Rhonin believed that Khadgar wouldn't lie to him.

"Shut up, Zulushid!"

Margok retrieved his Imperial Sword from Yrel, now holding the Emperor's Royal Staff in one hand and the monstrous Imperial Blade in the other, he roared at Zul'hild:
"Your Shadow Council has fallen apart. Look at yourself now, neither human nor ghost, you will become a common example for all spellcasters in Draenor! Every time they foolishly chase after power they cannot control, they will take you as a warning and a lesson."

Enough with the nonsense, hand over the divine weapon, and I'll give you a quick death.

"Hmph, you really think you've got me cornered?"

Zul'hild sneered as he raised the Dragon Soul. As the heavy Dream Shield was applied, the environment on the top floor of the tower transformed into a bizarre and gloomy dream world. Various alien creatures roared as they rushed out of the nightmare, forming a filthy army that completely sealed off the challengers.

"The world's dreams are filled with darkness, and Cenarius the Defiler taught me how to tame them."

The great sorcerer, wielding a magic scythe, swung his weapon forward, and amidst the boiling purple and green flames, the demon lords he had contracted appeared. There was even a "deer-antlered phantom" that terrified the high elves.

"You think you only have me to face? Foolish!"

Zulushid said with a sneer:
"What you're about to face is..."

"Noisy!"

As anger boiled over, a figure emerged from behind the crowd, swinging the Destruction Battle Axe with a resounding boom, using the most authentic jumping headshot technique of the Hellscream family.

The sudden appearance of the scattered cracks startled the great sorcerer.

"Traitor to Draenor! Look at the ring in my hand, your homeland awaits your lament!"

Garrosh roared in fury:
"I've had enough of the red tape, so you're not going anywhere but hellish scum!"

(End of this chapter)