Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 357, Section 47: The Moonlit War God has a fiery temper; he'll explode if you look at him too much.
Despite losing the protection of the green dragons, the Emerald Dream, as an extension of the life force, still overshadows the material world. Druids have opened rifts leading to it in various places, and with the guidance of a suitable guide, one can travel quickly between different places in the dream.

This is the Night Elves' "unique fighting style," a racial characteristic that other races find difficult to match—their closeness to nature and acceptance by it.

However, even so, dreams still have the concept of space, so even if time can be shortened, it still requires a rapid march.

Diakham ran through the dream world with the fully armed Watchers. This place was so different from the material world that the Watchers' precious Spectral Tiger could not be summoned here. They could only ride dream unicorns like the Watchers, which made Dick, who was used to "special mounts," feel a little uncomfortable.

Now that he already possesses special mounts bestowed by the three Forces of Holy Light, Void, and Death, he needs to find a way to collect some vehicles suitable for different terrains. Otherwise, it would be somewhat unreasonable for a dignified otherworldly saint to ride ordinary warhorses when he goes out.

Having toiled so much for the great cause of the Holy Light and the Void, it would be excessive if the hobby of collecting mounts were not satisfied.

However, this road is not easy to travel.

Because the Corruptor was once a demigod of life and the adopted son of Ysera, it had a very deep understanding of the Emerald Dream. After entering the material world, it cast something very evil into this realm of life, turning the once beautiful Emerald Dream into a nightmare.

Those black, viscous monsters transform into various shapes and menacing forms within the gray mist. It is said that they are the malice in the dreams of all beings, and they will form extremely dangerous entities in the Emerald Dream.

Theoretically speaking, this thing is also somewhat related to the void, since dreams have always been the void's tool for tempting souls to fall.

Unfortunately, Diakum has not yet mastered similar Void magic, but wherever he goes, the nightmare entities do obediently retreat, which makes the Watchers' advance in the dream world smooth sailing.

Several hours later, they entered the defenses of Mount Hyjal through another exit of the dream.

Crossing most of Kalimdor in half a day is a speed that even the most experienced Vigilant would have to applaud.

What?
Why not use teleportation?

good question!
In a place teeming with demons and where spatial mapping is already chaotic due to interference from the Twisting Nether, the most severe outcome of using a continental teleportation spell is being randomly tossed into some obscure corner of the Twisting Nether, while the most serious outcome is being sent directly to the surface of a fel-powered star.

In the most extreme case, the moment you step out of the portal, you can exchange a "yes" with Sargeras, who is currently slaughtering the Void Lord.

Do not believe?

If you don't believe me, you can consult Millhouse Manastorm, the not-so-famous gnome archmage of Dalaran. He managed to send himself into the stars from his own safe laboratory. If it weren't for the demon hunter pulling him back, this guy would have stopped thinking like some perfect creature.

Those who frequently use portals to save time know that teleportation is for emergencies; don't gamble with your life if you can travel safely.

Even spellcasters of Aegwynn's and Medivh's caliber need to learn Raven Form to fly slowly. If even they are afraid of teleportation spells going wrong, then Diakum's "Holy Light Cannon" is better left alone, as it doesn't provoke the uncertainty of arcane magic.

"Nightsworn Keep is located below Malorne Sanctuary. The Sisterhood of Elune maintains the long-term seal of the Nightsworn with the power of the 'Warden of the Paths.' Only the moonlight drawn by Malorne can keep the Nightwarf in a long slumber."

Elissana Ravencrest, leader of the Watchers, switched to a hippogriff and led her sisters to the guarded location, while introducing the Watchers who rode the Sunwings to the following:

"That place is an absolute forbidden zone. Since it was built ten thousand years ago, only a tiny number of people are allowed to enter it at specific times."

"I guess you're afraid that changes in the external environment will trigger the seal on the Night Oath?"

Diakum said:
"After all, you can't be sure whether that power seal will remain in effect for a long time."

The Watcher paused for a moment, then nodded and said:
"It's hurtful, but it's true."

The Nightsworn may not awaken for ten thousand years, but they may open their eyes in the next second. To others, Lady Tyrande is a hero of the entire world and races, who saved Azeroth ten thousand years ago.

But to the Watchers who guard Nightsworn Keep, the Nightsworn are the most dangerous 'bombs' in the world.

We draw power from Lady Elune's Black Moon, and we are Lady White's Hand of the Night. It is because of this that we understand even more how terrifying the power of a Moon God of War sealed for ten thousand years can be.

Even now, with the Corruptors closing in on Mount Hyjal, the Watchers have not had any elite troops deployed to the battlefield.

Therefore, it is clear that Lord Malfurion and my father were well aware of who was more dangerous, the High Demon Lord or the Nightsworn.

“I can understand that pressure.”

Diakum gazed at the approaching Marorne Sanctuary.

It was an ancient temple rarely visited by people, which had remained quiet and even somewhat dilapidated for many years. The Kaldorei deliberately did not repair the temple in order to cover up the Nightsworn Keep below.

As the group drew closer, he could feel more and more clearly the sealed, icy power hidden underground ahead. It was the supreme manifestation of the life force at the level of destructive power, representing the physical wrath of a true god of the universe.

Unbidden, a beam of light was cast around Diakum, a warning from the Force that something he could not overcome lay ahead.

"Could you explain to me Ms. Tyrande's current situation?"

Diakum said softly:
“I have heard some legends about the Night Gods from my people among the stars. I know they are the vessels of Lady Elune’s wrath, and at the moment they complete the Black Moon ritual, their bodies become the vessels to bear the wrath of the moon goddess.”

Lady Elune will bestow her darkest lunar phase upon her punisher.

It is said that the dark fury will accumulate without stopping, and the Moonlit War Gods can only release that power by constantly fighting. However, in most cases, the speed at which they release their power is far slower than the speed at which Elune unleashes her fury.

Therefore, the ultimate fate of every Moonlit War God is to be burned to ashes in the wrath of the Black Moon.

"Yes, it was a glorious one-way journey of faith."

Elizabeth used a metaphor.

As the group landed before the temple of Malorne's Sanctuary, she said in a hoarse voice:
"The Moonlit War Goddesses embarked on the path to death the moment they were born. Their very existence is a manifestation of the doctrine of the concept of the 'great cycle of life and death'."

Lady White's Dark Moon phase only appears when her clan suffers a devastating catastrophe; it should not exist in the material world for long.

When the Moon Gods are consumed by their own power, it signifies the end of the calamity, a sign of Elune's mercy upon the world. However, if they do not die under the watchful gaze of the Moon Goddess, then the Moon Gods themselves will become a calamity.

Death is the only peace these heroes can find.

Now, Lady Tyrande is trapped by that seal.

She was trapped between life and death, every second Elune's wrath accumulating over her. That terrifying power had been building for ten thousand years, far exceeding the limits that Lady Tyrande could withstand.

Elisana raised her thorny wheel, causing the owl statue before her to glow in the light of the Black Moon. Then, a hidden door appeared before them. It was a passage without any light, and as Diakum stepped into it, he could feel at least thirty eyes on him.

The Watcher continued her explanation, disappearing into the darkness as she stepped ahead, leaving only her deep voice echoing:

"We have considered the changes that would occur here once Lady Tyrande awakens. Perhaps she would be incinerated by the wrath of the moon the moment she awakens. It sounds cold-blooded, but it would be the best outcome for everyone."

Ms. Maiev has never given up her research on that power; she has some methods, but she's unsure if they'll work.

"You can't just think about the bad things; you should think about the good things sometimes."

Diakum walked in the darkness.

He wasn't flustered; in fact, he felt a strange sense of peace. He could sense the darkness embracing him.

He then drew a triangular holy symbol on his chest and said:
"In the best-case scenario, Lady Tyrande has adapted to the wrath of the moon god during her ten thousand years of sealing and slumber. All great powers assimilate their wielders, and she may even become the first moon god of war in the entire material universe to fully control the wrath of the black moon."

She may be assimilated and transformed by the White Lady's power, eventually awakening as a stable lesser god.

"But that would mean the destruction of us and even this continent."

The Watcher said softly:
"The Goddess of the Night is a symbol of rage and destruction, Your Excellency. She will not mold anything beautiful with her own hands; that is not the path she should follow. If what you say truly comes to pass, then when the Nightsworn opens her eyes, all life that she can sense will perish."

Her mind was stuck on the moment of fighting Azshara, which meant she wouldn't show mercy to anyone.

That was Death.
We've arrived!

Please refrain from any actions that might interfere with the seal. Just stand here and observe; it's for your safety and the safety of the entire world.

As Elisana whispered, the surrounding darkness dissipated in the next moment, and Diakum was certain that he had just passed through a spatial distortion zone, because he had come from the surface to an area at least several hundred meters underground.

This was a circular underground area where nine Priestesses of the Moon chanted Elune's scriptures from different positions. A solitary, cold moonlight shone down from above, illuminating the high platform in front. There, a night elf lady dressed in a moon-white battle dress knelt.

She maintained the posture of praying to the moon goddess, her long battle skirt trailing behind her in a highly artistic manner.

She had her head down, so her face couldn't be seen; all that could be seen was her long green hair, braided and hanging down in front of her chest, forming a very dangerous "hairstyle."

Two white recurve moon blades floated in the moonlight on either side of her body. Both ends were sharpened, and these objects, which were more like ceremonial objects than weapons, were covered with black elven runes.

That was the weapon of the God of War under the moonlight, enveloped in a chilling moonlight that sent shivers down one's spine.

She is asleep.

Having remained in this obviously uncomfortable posture for a full ten thousand years, Diakum's Eye of Truth allowed him to clearly see the energy flow before him. He saw a colossal seal, so vast and intricate as to be beyond description, surrounding the Nightsworn, and the entire platform she was on was part of that seal.

"You dismantled this platform entirely from Azshara's palace?"

Diakum turned his head and said:
"How much manpower and resources did you spend building this 'prison'?"
Besides Azshara's original arcane seal, I can also see the power imprints of the Wilderness demigods. Even Goldrinn, the lone wolf who had been resisting Elune's summons, left his claw marks here, along with layers of reinforcements from the Highborne spellcasters.
It even has the divine emblem of the Loa!
It seems you are indeed very afraid of her.

“This is not called ‘fear.’ The saint of the alien race, the Night Oath, is our hero. It’s just that she… she may have lost her way.”

Elizabeth sighed and said:
"She bravely stepped forward when the entire empire had lost faith. She knew very well what completing the Black Moon Ritual meant, and she was prepared to sacrifice herself when she entered the ritual. Unfortunately, that merciful death came ten thousand years too late."

We've always believed this was Azshara punishing her.

The Elf Queen deliberately allowed our hero to live, so that she would endure this tearing and annihilation-like pain for ten thousand years, and incidentally plant an indelible hidden danger for the Kaldorei.

She wants our heroes to become our prisoners!

She wants us to go from respecting Tyrande Windwhisperer to fearing her, or even hating her!

But we won't do that!

The Kaldorei are not an ungrateful race; if there is any chance, we will definitely save her.

"I believe in your efforts."

Diakum didn't think the elves were trying to glorify themselves, because he did see the various wondrous objects placed beneath the seal, most of which came from various parts of Azeroth, but some also came from beyond the planet.

A worn-out whip, a bundle of exquisite alien throwing knives, an ancient forging hammer, and a carving chisel.

All three of these things come from the Star Sea.

Diakum knew that these were relics of the other three Moon Gods of War that Illidan had searched for in the sea of ​​stars over ten thousand years.

They were brought back and placed in front of Tyrande's seal, which was indeed useful. In Diakum's Eye of Truth, he could clearly see that the enormous, almost solidified black moonlight on Tyrande's body was being diverted and absorbed by these three things.

Although the amount absorbed is not large, it can still help Night Oaths relieve a little bit of pressure.

"She's about to wake up. The seal Azshara left behind wasn't meant to torture her; the Elven Queen truly wanted to save her."

The voice of Lord Argus whispered in Diakum's ear, carrying a stern warning:
"That complex seal, which even I needed time to unravel, helped Tyrande absorb most of the Moon Goddess's Wrath, transforming it into a gentler way to strengthen her vessel, and her power has steadily increased over the years."

Without the seal's assistance, this girl would have been reduced to ashes long ago under the continuous wrath of the moon goddess for ten thousand years.

But this ingenious seal of absorption and transformation is already overburdened, like the chains binding her that could break at any moment.

She is still asleep because of the moon goddess's light that Malorne has drawn!

Once that light fades, Nightsworn could regain consciousness at any moment. The Watcher was right; Nightsworn's mind was still immersed in the final moments of the War of the Ancients. In her mind, the War of the Ancients had never ended.

This is an unstable lesser god.

Once she awakens, this continent will be stained with blood.

Diakum was startled.

He absolutely trusted Lord Argus's warning, so he raised his hand and touched the energy flow in front of him from a distance, trying to check Tyrande's current state in this way. Soon, the jumping characters formed a target information stamp in front of Dick:
Target Name: [Night Oath] Tyrande Windwhisperer

Target rank: Demigod/Lesser God (unstable fluctuations, increasing over time)

Target status: Long-term seal, Force infusion, Luna's blessing, Black Moon's wrath, Mental confusion
Overall evaluation:

"Silly child! One more look and it's going to explode! Run!"

"Ok?"

This overly brief and witty comment perfectly fit the rule of "the fewer the words, the bigger the story," so Diakum subconsciously looked up at the source of the moonlight at the top of the sealed land.

Under the watchful, terrified gaze of the vigilant, the moonlight that ensured the Night Oath's slumber faded away like a faulty light bulb, gradually extinguishing itself in a heartbreaking manner.

This scene stunned everyone in the entire sealed land.

Amidst the chilling sounds of breathing, in an environment so quiet you could hear a pin drop, everyone's gaze turned to the platform ahead. The Nightsworn slowly raised his bowed head, revealing the face that even Azshara had described as "beautiful."

However, because the God of War under the moonlight always has a black moon tattoo on his face, it ruins that natural beauty.

But that's not the point!

The key point is that as her eyelids moved, a pair of pure black pupils quietly opened, meeting Diakum's gaze.

This is where reaction time and experience become crucial.

While the Priestess of the Moon and the Watchers were still stunned, the lightning-fast Diakum had already invoked the "Hand of Fate" for moral blessing. The Heart of Argus and the Heart of Azeroth on his fingers shone almost simultaneously, bestowing upon him two different but equally powerful forces originating from the World Soul.

The Watchers drew their weapons, but were then kicked back into the darkness behind them by the flying golden angels. This was a battle they couldn't handle.

well.

Kick out all the ones who aren't cheating!
The rest can be left to the cheaters to handle.

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In the emerald dream.

Dreadlords Anotheron and Baine Horror are commanding their nightmarish armies to besiege the great white stag Malorne before them. These two bastards have been hiding in the Emerald Dream ever since they infiltrated Kalimdor, searching for Malorne's whereabouts.

Without the interference of the Green Dragonflight, their search went very smoothly, and today they finally found the Lost Guardians hidden by the Druids. Behind them, the grotesque figure of the Corruptor strode into the slumbering land of its father, accompanied by the mournful cries of dreams.

Malorne did not die in the War of the Ancients, but she was not in good health either; the Great White Deer in the Emerald Dream was even weaker than the demigods in the material world.

"Father! How much effort have you spent all these years trying to appease that freak that Mother created?"

The polluter roared:

"You risked your life for the Nightsworn, you sacrificed yourself for the Kaldorei, you exhausted your last strength for these weak creatures! What a heavy burden, what a great sacrifice."

Ha, I don't need to destroy that ridiculous defense of Mount Hyjal myself. I know how to annihilate the night elves cleanly and efficiently.

You don't need to persist any longer, Marorne, who loves the world.

I!
Your son
I have come to relieve your burden, I have come to send you to rest in peace.

(End of this chapter)