Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 35: Kil'jaeden's Final Sacrifice

The first batch of Naaru starships to leave Argus did not immediately head into deep space.

Instead, these gem-shaped spacecraft of varying sizes remained in orbit around Argus as planned.

This is for safety reasons.

In order to take more Eredar away, the Naaru basically came here with empty ships, but now every starship is fully loaded, so relying solely on the Naaru as an energy source is no longer enough for the starship to maintain the highest speed across the stars.

They need to wait for "Mother of Holy Light" Zera to conduct a large-scale divination for them, so as to reset the return route for each starship and avoid possible threats along the way.

Although the Burning Legion has not yet recruited enough Mo'arg warcraftsmen, nor discovered a genius of destruction like Kin'garoth to design destruction starships for them that conform to demonic habits, this means that the current star sea is still in a generally safe state. However, the absence of the Burning Legion running rampant does not mean that the star sea is free of danger.

Whether it is the unpredictable vortex in the starry sea or the sudden appearance of the void nightmare, it will cause the spacecraft to be in danger.

The most direct example is the void disaster that broke out on the planet Kakola.

The corrupted power from the Lightless Sea instantly engulfed that world and the small galaxy in which it was located. If a passing Naaru had not sacrificed himself to purify the pollution, Kakora would probably have become a gangrene in the physical universe that continued to spread void pollution.

By the way, the Naaru who sacrificed himself to save the Star of Kakkola was called "Ture". His remains were made into a holy staff of light, which is currently held in the hands of Velen.

So, although the Naaru have various bad habits, if you really live in the Azeroth universe and your world is facing a crisis of destruction, then you'd better pray that there is a Naaru strolling by in the surrounding starry sky.

Among all the mythical creatures in the physical universe, only the Naaru would selflessly sacrifice themselves to save a group of strangers who had nothing to do with them. In comparison, even the guardian dragons appointed by the Pantheon seem so selfish, and those Titan guardians are all disgusting misers.

The Naaru's lofty desire for dedication comes from their original intentions forged by the Holy Force of Light, and is a biological instinct that all Naaru cannot violate.

Even the worst, craziest and most extreme Naaru in history, "Mother of Light" Zera, created the large-scale "mind-infected and demonic people" accident with the original intention of saving the entire starry sky from disaster.

Therefore, we can only say that she is a lunatic, but we cannot say that she is a bad person.

Just as the first batch of Naaru spaceships were moving relative to each other in the stellar orbit, and the second batch of Naaru spaceships arrived on time to land on the planet Argus for the extreme rescue mission, in one of the starships, Commander Kil'jaeden, who had just experienced a frustrating "Sibisibi Kudieta", finally broke free from the seal set for him by Velen.

The reason it took so long was, on the one hand, because Kil'jaeden was indeed seriously injured in the battle, and even with the nourishment of the star soul, he still needed to recover. On the other hand, the "evil-minded" navigation naaru on the spaceship had been secretly maintaining the seal.

Probably because of some kind of agreement reached with Viren.

In short, Kil'jaeden felt very aggrieved and angry, so he expressed his feelings with practical actions the moment he broke free from the seal.

"boom"

Aichinus, the Chosen One of Light, who was guarding the commander-in-chief, was knocked out of the cabin by a swift punch, and the sturdy cabin door was torn open by Kil'jaeden's anger.

The commander-in-chief was already a hero among legendary warriors before he was blessed by the star soul. Now, without leaving the Argus starry sky, he has already broken through the demigod realm with the blessing of the world, and beating up the Chosen People of Holy Light is like a piece of cake.

But anger did not consume Kil'jaeden's mind, and he did not throw a few more punches at the chosen ones he had knocked down.

He panted, suppressed his anger and strode out of the cabin.

Several voters who rushed over wanted to stop him but were punched away by the Archon. By the time the priests arrived, Kil'jaeden had already arrived at the square on the first floor of the starship.

As a starship, the area here is naturally not comparable to that of a small boat.

In fact, the interior of the Naaru spacecraft is like a layered city. Even though it is fully loaded, it is not actually "crowded". Even at this time, the sad civilians can be allocated a cabin with eight people.

Living conditions are indeed not as good as before, but they have not declined much. After all, this is a rescue operation, not a real attempt to sell the Eredar like pigs.

"It's the Archon! It's Lord Kil'jaeden! Great! We are saved!"

Someone shouted, and the civilians who were praying to the holy light in the square immediately gathered together.

They cried and sadly asked for the blessing of the Grand Archon. When Kil'jaeden, who was originally furious, was surrounded by the people, he could not vent his anger even if he was extremely angry.

He could only frown and reach out to touch these frightened people, expressing in this way that he was with them and calming their fear-filled hearts.

The Eredar governor assigned to this Naaru spaceship was old Hatton. After hearing that Commander Kil'jaeden had awakened, Hatton immediately rushed over, but was scolded by the commander for not caring about the mental state of the people at all.

But Hatton also has his own difficulties.

Nearly 110,000 Krokuuns were settled here. His administrative team had not yet been formed, and no trouble had occurred thanks to the civilized living habits of the Eredar. However, he did not explain this to the Grand Archon, but only tried his best to persuade Kil'jaeden not to take any more risks.

"Vyren foretold your dark fate, Archon!"

Hatton really couldn't persuade Kil'jaeden, so he could only grit his teeth and tell the truth.

He took Kil'jaeden's hand and said in a deep voice:

"When I left the Archon's Seat, Velen specifically told me not to let you return to Argus. He said you would fall into a dark conspiracy and that you would play a terrible role in all future prophecies about the Eredar!

As your friend and brother, Velen did not wish you to meet that fate, and for the first time in his life, he rebelled against the Prophet's resignation to fate.

Please don't let his efforts go to waste!"

"Am I such a coward in his and your eyes?"

Kil'jaeden could no longer suppress his anger, and he roared:
"Even if that were my fate, I would never choose to flee! I am the leader of the garrison, Hatton! I am the defender of my people and the world! And now you let me sit and watch my people being slaughtered by demons, and you want me to flee without a fight?
Do you want me to be remembered as a coward in Eredar history?
How can you make me allow my brother to bear such a terrible future on my behalf!

Step aside!

I know the Naaru's spaceship is equipped with an escape pod. I won't take anyone else with me. I'll go back alone!

I had already made up my mind.

Even if I die, I want to die on the land that gave me life and raised me!

Leader, how can you die in a foreign land? "

"But your seemingly brave act is actually an abandonment of your responsibilities as Grand Archon!"

Hatton also erupted.

Ever since the fall of Krokuun, the Governor had been in agony of self-blame. With red eyes, he roared at Kil'jaeden:
"Isn't it easy to die? I can strangle you right now, and make sure your death is painful and long! But you are not an ordinary person, Kil'jaeden! You are our leader!
Now the people of the entire world are being sent to different worlds in the sea of stars, where they have to struggle to reproduce in an attempt to preserve the last spark of fire. In this situation, we need you. Only you and Velen have enough prestige and foresight to lead us.

Returning to Argus is a beautiful vision for the future, but without you, we simply cannot accomplish such a difficult feat!

Do you want to preserve your own moral integrity and reputation at the cost of letting your people face the unknown dangers of the starry sea alone? Wake up!

"Snapped"

An angry slap landed on Kil'jaeden's face.

Hatun pointed at the people in the hall below and roared to Kil'jaeden:

"Look at them! Look at them, Kil'jaeden! Tell me, will you be a hero to one? Or will you be a hero to everyone? You must not abandon your duty. I beg you."

Kil'jaeden wanted to retort.

But he looked at the eredar in the square as if they were a flock of sheep without a leader.

Even without words or questions, he could feel the confusion and pain in these people's hearts. The torment that each of them was enduring at this moment was no less than that of him, the consul.

Kil'jaeden felt as if his courage and the fire in his heart were being entangled and bound by circles of ropes. He wished he were really a ruthless madman, so that he could choose what he wanted to accomplish without any psychological pressure in this difficult choice.

But unfortunately, he is not.

At least he is not now.

"You need to calm down."

Hatton panted and persuaded:
"We have maintained communication with the surface through the connection between this starship and the Genedar ship docked at the Archon's Seat.

Lord Talgas sent a message several hours ago that the transfer of Mac'Aree has reached its final stage, and Grand Archon Velen and the people of the Archon's Seat are entering the Genedar starship to protect Naruk'ure and His Majesty Lula.

Civilians on the other side of the Eredas Sea have also begun to evacuate under the protection of the large starship Storm Fortress.

Everything is going smoothly!
The demons lacked a commander and a higher power, and their chaotic attacks were unable to break the double defense held up by the garrison officers and the Naaru.

If we're lucky, we can evacuate before the Dark Titan reaches Argus."

"How long until the end of the Thirty Days Doomsday?"

Kil'jaeden asked, and Hatton took out a gemstone pocket watch with a timer, took a look, and said:
"There are only six hours left, and the Naaru on the starship still haven't detected any signs of the Dark Titan approaching. Perhaps it's just a deception?"

Kil'jaeden shook his head.

He did not believe that the being at the pinnacle of the physical universe would use a deception to frighten the eredar.

He will come.

At the very moment when the end of the world is declared, He will
"Report! Commander, we found something strange on the surface!"

An arcanist who was serving as a temporary lookout rushed over in horror, pointing at the starship's porthole and shouting to Kil'jaeden and Hatton.

The two looked at each other and immediately rushed to the starship watchtower. In front of the crystal-shaped control panel, the surface of the Argus planet, simulated by beam magic, was showing a dark green transformation in various places.

"It's a fel storm! It's like a tidal wave of energy sweeping across the entire surface world!"

A one-armed high-level arcanist explained with a pale face:
"Just now, the concentration of fel energy on the surface of Argus began to surge unreasonably. We have no idea what went wrong, but the blessing of world power is becoming weaker. It seems that some greater force is suppressing the resistance of the Argus star soul.

The most terrible thing is, Commander, look here!"

He simulated magnifying the beam of light before him, pointed at the area surrounding Mac'Aree, and said:
"The echoes of the fel energy here have expanded a thousand times in just a few minutes. This is exactly the same as the echoes of the fel demigods we captured on the Antoran battlefield! They should be dead, slain by our most courageous warriors!
But they reappeared!
It made no sense, as if they had been resurrected from the Twisting Nether in an instant and thrown into our world, right near the Archon's Seat!

The echoes of at least seven fel demigods pulsed, and the demons were rebuilding their offensive. At this rate, Archon Velen and the last of his people would be annihilated before they could even board the evacuation starships.

Kil'jaeden looked at the dark green light echoing on the beam. He clenched his fists and said:
“It’s Him!
The Dark Titan is coming!

He is the master of the fel energy realm. If the Argus star soul can create a world guardian demigod, then he can also lead the resurrection process of demons in the twisting void.

That bastard!

Um? what happened?

Why is the starship moving! "

The commander immediately felt the violent vibration of the starship.

He rushed to the porthole and saw that the jewel starships in front of him, orbiting Argus in the starry sea, were accelerating one after another into superluminal speed. Those jewel starships turned into a group of elongated beams of light in the dark starry sea, and started their escape voyage in different directions in the cosmic coordinate system.

Kil'jaeden soon received the news.

"The naaru on this ship said they had received a warning from Xera, the Mother of Light. She divined their route and instructed them to leave the Argus system as soon as possible. She also said the Dark Titan's path of destruction has extended here. Because of His approach, the physical laws of the universe in this star region have been distorted and changed. All the light in the galaxy is being captured, and our star is even going out!
If we don’t leave now, we won’t be able to leave!”

Hatton was sweating profusely.

After learning that Velen and the last group of civilians might be annihilated, his determination to return to the surface to provide support was even more urgent than Kil'jaeden, because among the last group of civilians were the Tarbu Sheep Hunter Cavalry from Krokuun, his child Jaid, and another child Dick.

The Eredar could not bear the desperate situation of losing their Grand Archon, and they could not allow themselves to be faced with the desperate situation of failure after trying to save themselves to such an extreme extent.

"Tell that Naaru to stop for a moment. I want to talk to it!"

Kil'jaeden made his decision immediately.

Escorted by the Chosen Ones of Holy Light and several garrison officers, he strode to the navigation station where the Naaru were. These starships were all driven and navigated by the Naaru, so when they entered the navigation state, the Naaru would only stay there.

After Kil'jaeden arrived, this Naaru, whose entire body was wrapped in holy light but whose body was not golden but a more beautiful turquoise blue, seemed to have known the reason why they were here.

In the ethereal and long song of the Naaru, it said to Kil'jaeden:
"As a descendant of the primordial Naruzel, I received a prophecy from the Mother of Light while divination the route she sent me back. That dark prophecy is for you, Lord Kil'jaeden, leader of the Eredar."

"Oh?"

Kil'jaeden looked at the holy object before him and said:
"Then it should be me who opens this 'gift'. Let me take a look." "Buzz"

A beam of light shot out from the naaru's spinning, lithe body, enveloping Kil'jaeden.

It was only a few seconds, but Kil'jaeden's expression became extremely complicated at this moment, and his aura changed from simple sharp anger to a more indescribable state.

No one knows what Kil'jaeden saw in the prophecy of the Mother of Light.

But it definitely changed him.

"So, a Grand Archon must embrace this heavy fate?"

Kil'jaeden asked in a hoarse voice, but the Naaru in front of him did not answer.

But his silence at this moment was deafening, and the meaning was very clear. The Dark Titan would definitely take away a leader of the Eredar as his lieutenant to carry out his destructive mission.

If it's not Kil'jaeden, then it can only be Velen!
"If you leave this starship."

The Naaru whispered:
"It would be tantamount to giving up all the efforts Velen has made to defy fate for you. As an outstanding prophet, his determination for this is beyond your imagination. Personally, I hope you will not let this down."

"enough!"

Kil'jaeden interrupted the Naaru's persuasion.

He raised his head and answered seriously:
"If I wasn't the great man destined to shine forever, I would have escorted my brother to the center of the stage with a smile on my face, and then withdrawn contentedly! Instead of shamelessly stealing the glory that he deserves, as I am doing now.

My brother is the best prophet in the stars! Doesn't he know what it means to send me away? Can't he see this hopeless future?
In order to save me from a dark future, he would rather sacrifice himself to a cold fate! Ah, born in such a great world, with such steadfast people, and a brother like this by my side, what regrets do I have in this life?
If my brother could make such a sacrifice for me, how could I repay his earnest wishes?
The Eredar will have to recuperate next, but I am only good at fighting and warfare. In this destined dark age, what the people need is not a belligerent and angry paranoid leader, but a symbol of hope.

What they need is Velen!
More importantly, if I survive because of Velen's fall or death, I can't guarantee what kind of horrible things I will do when I am shrouded in darkness and despair! If my fall can bring Velen's survival,
Get your escape pod ready!
I want to return to my world!

I will face my destiny as Lord Commander of the Garrison and Grand Archon, saving my brothers and protecting my people!
Hatton, are you going to stop me this time?"

"No, Lord Commander Kil'jaeden."

Governor Hatton took an ancient shaman totem from his adjutant and whispered:
"You are not the only one who sees this fate. I, too, foresee the dire future. It is neither moral nor logical for me to allow you to return to the battlefield alone. Please allow me to serve as your temporary lieutenant and accompany you back to Mac'Aree to rescue our people and our prophet."

"Let's go then."

Kil'jaeden didn't even bother to say a word to the Naarudo in front of him.

Although he was not very clear about the behavior of the Mother of Holy Light, the "hint" she sent him at this moment was already very obvious.

The other party does not want the established future in its eyes to be further destroyed.
Well, in Diakum's words, this legendary "Mother of Light" is probably the kind of prophet who only blindly follows prophecies.

The commander strode out of the navigation station, and the Chosen Ones guarding outside the door handed him a helmet and a weapon. The last Chosen One tied a robe and a cloak for Kil'jaeden.

He strode towards the escape pod.

It was a small aircraft.

But after all, it is the specification used by starships, and it can theoretically lead a small force back together.

Kil'jaeden stopped and looked at the civilians in the square who were looking at him with worried eyes. He said loudly:

"The demons and their masters are about to arrive in our world. They want to trap Archon Velen and our compatriots in Mac'Aree. I cannot allow this to happen! I must return there and rescue the last of my people!
This is a one-way journey, but as the commander-in-chief, I cannot go to the battlefield alone, so, soldiers!
I cruelly ask you to walk with me.

All warriors who participated in the war against demons, step forward! "

"Swish"

Nearly a hundred people immediately strode out of the crowd.

Their relatives tried to keep them, but they simply hugged their parents, comforted their wives, kissed their children for the last time, and then joined Commander Kil'jaeden's team without hesitation.

They knew there was no return.
But just like the choices made by the heroes buried on the plains of Krokuun and Antoran, their sacrifice was for the peace of more people.

"Commander, I was just a farmer before I became a trainee priest."

A young Eredar came forward with his two war scythes, looking a little embarrassed. He said to Kil'jaeden nervously:

"But I've also received militia training, and I hope... I hope to..."

"Follow me, kid."

Kil'jaeden nodded and patted the young man on the shoulder. He said:
"In the war against demons, strength is the most insignificant link, and courage is the spear we use to pierce the heart of the Dark Titan. What is your name?"

"Akama, Commander, my name is Akama!"

The young trainee priest shouted:

"I come from the Antoran Plains. I've seen with my own eyes what those demons have done to our world. I hope to fight them to the end!"

"Very well, Private Akama! Take courage and hold your weapon firmly."

Kil'jaeden led his warriors toward the escape pod that would soon drop to land. He said:

"They say this thing will be very fast when it enters the atmosphere, and we'll have to squeeze together. I hope you don't vomit on me."

The joke brought smiles to the veterans' faces.

They walked towards the "Gate of Glory" bestowed by fate in tears, silence and blessings.

More and more people continued to join them in the crowd. They might just be farmers, tailors or jewelers. They might not have really fought before, but the surge of courage at this moment still gave them endless enthusiasm.

They will make their final sacrifice for a world that will fall into darkness today.

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"Holy light!"

The Archon's Seat was now surrounded by endless demons.

The spellcaster Velen was even forced to go to the front line in person, tightly grasping his holy staff and relying on the power of the world to engage in brave close combat.

Well, don't underestimate the old prophet's fighting skills.

He is also a hero who has been trained by Jedney since he was a child. It is said that he won the championship of the "Eridan Naked Wrestling Competition" when he was young.

Although his fighting skills at this time were certainly not as proficient as those of Diakum and Malderan who were on the front line, ordinary demons could not withstand the punch of this old prophet.

However, the demon demigods whose resurrection was accelerated by the fel energy will not tolerate Velen.

As he tried to call upon the Holy Light to heal the warriors around him, the Dread Lord Tichondrius suddenly emerged from the shadow of a warrior with a sinister sneer and dealt a severe blow to the old prophet with his claws wrapped in a swarm of foul-smelling bees.

Although it was driven back by the burst of holy light the next second, the prophet still covered his chest in pain amid the Dreadlord's sneer.

"Ah, Glorious Velen, this is your response for burning me with Holy Light! You! You are destined to belong to the Burning Legion! You will become the 'Defiler', hahahaha, that is the title that has been bestowed upon you."

"Ha, Diakam! Come here! Don't run! Come here and die!"

The Doomsday Overlord Kazzak is very arrogant at this time.

It was wielding the Greatsword of Destruction and was attacking Dick's defenses, determined to strangle the bastard garrison commander who had brought shame to it with its own hands, lest his bravery be noticed by the approaching Lord Sargeras and he be granted the gift of fel power.

Well, demons also hold grudges and know how to eliminate "competitors" in advance.

"The power of Argus must be called upon."

In pain, Velen looked back at the Archon's Seat which was still being guarded. The Ginidal was docked in the living area at the rear.

There were still tens of thousands of people waiting to be evacuated. The Atama crystal used by Lula had created a shield to withstand the fierce bombardment of demons. The battlefield was full of destroyers strengthened by fel energy wreaking havoc.

He knew he had to make a decision.

This might burn his life, but Velen knew the moment of decision had come. Just as he grasped the Heart of Argus, Talgas beside him suddenly let out a cry of surprise.

"There's something in the sky. What's that? A bird? A meteorite?"

"No, it was a light. I rebelled against fate, but Kil'jaeden also rebelled against fate. Alas, my brother."

Viren sighed.

He had already seen the true appearance of that thing. A Naaru escape pod was crashing towards the battlefield at extreme speed like a meteorite.

His brother Kil'jaeden still broke free from fate, or rather embraced fate, at the cost of himself. At the moment when the age of the starry night was about to begin, he turned into a dazzling streak of light and returned to the world he loved, and returned to his brother's side.

"boom"

The falling escape pod hit the center of the battlefield, like a heavy punch from fate, which paralyzed the overlord Kazak, who was unable to dodge and had a huge target.

Amidst the Doomsday Overlord's extremely frustrated roar, it saw Dick, who was endowed with the power of the world, dragging an expressionless beheading axe specially used for hunting giant beasts, and holding a spear made of its horn in the other hand, walking towards it in the blazing fire blessed by holy light.

Countless demons tried to stop the "Holy Light Butcher" from approaching their beloved demon commander, but every demon that approached Dick would be burned to ashes in the waterfall of holy light, leaving only a scorched and holy road of ashes where he passed.

So bright, so terrifying, so ruthless, so crazy!
Nima!

Is this not over yet?
You just caught me, a devil, and you grabbed me, right?

Diakme Zastins! Are you even human?
But the entire battlefield fell silent for a moment because of this extreme fall, and no one even paid attention to the tragic scene of the Doomsday Overlord about to be beheaded for the second time by the same Eredar garrison commander.

As the door of the escape pod was kicked open, a flying scythe surrounded the holy light and hit the head of a demon guard. Amid the screams of the demon guard as he fell to the ground, Kil'jaeden strode out of the damaged cabin with a sword and shield in hand, followed by Akama with trembling legs.

"A fine raid, my boy. Argus will remember your service."

The commander, covered in vomit, said something encouraging with a stern face, causing Akama, who had just scored his first kill, to laugh awkwardly.

But then Kil'jaeden raised his jeweled sword high in the air, and amidst the rising aura of the world's power, he shouted to the entire battlefield:
"Don't be afraid! Eredar, your commander has returned! Children, I'm back! Eredar, keep fighting!"

What responded to him was a brief silence followed by a counterattack roar like the eruption of magma and the roar of a tsunami.

Even Diak'um, who had killed Kazzak for the second time, joined in. He shouted Kil'jaeden's name as loudly as the other Eredar warriors, even more fanatical, excited and angry than them.

Look, there is their greatest commander!
The cold and merciless fate laughed wildly in Diakum's ears, and it was about to take back a tragedy that was enough to fascinate him.

But at least at this moment, Kil'jaeden is the true hero of this world!
Well, salutations to you, Commander-in-Chief.

Ps:

Yesterday, many brothers had a lot of fun playing with the Archbishop's meme. Believe it or not, the Archbishop will distribute solar battle axes to you one by one right away so that you can embrace the glory of battle?

Ha, playing with memes is just playing with memes, but the setting of "Immortals" is really not my wild imagination.

The Eredar really have this technology. Even in the Warlords of Draenor version, the Draenei have a lot of these eternal guards. The bravest warriors among them will meet their fate when death comes, put their souls into mechanical bodies to continue to protect the people. There is such a record in the description of the Auchindoun Cemetery. The group of soulbinders under Maladaar are specifically responsible for doing this.

It is said that Blizzard did refer heavily to the cultural characteristics of the Protoss when designing the Draenei, and there are a lot of hidden easter eggs in both games that pay tribute to each other.

Let’s talk about why there is such an appendix explanation in this chapter.

In fact, this chapter also considered letting Egg and Velen live together or fall together, but unfortunately, that would make the Burning Legion's advantage too great. As many readers pointed out yesterday, logically speaking, if a hard-line war advocate like Egg led the Eredar to leave, they would probably not survive until they landed in Draenor and would all join the Legion of Light and Shaman under the leadership of Egg.

He is too radical.

Although such an expansion is also very cool, this is a fan work after all, especially the Eredar line which can basically be regarded as the "hidden main line" of the Azeroth universe. If I change too much here, it would be equivalent to abandoning the original framework and writing an original work. However, my original work performance is good.
Alas, it’s okay not to mention it.

My current level is indeed not enough to handle such drastic revisions from scratch. I will try it when I have the chance. After all, DH has not been written yet, right? There is still a chance.

In addition, the controversial plot from yesterday has been revised. We apologize to the offended readers and will pay more attention to this aspect in the future.

(End of this chapter)