Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 360, Section 50: Tyrande: Yes, I have two mothers.

"buzz"

The cold moonlight suddenly appeared, illuminating the dark battle zone and precisely enveloping the Night Oath warriors who seemed powerless to escape, enveloped by the void.

When the last ray of moonlight, bought with Malorne's life, descended, Tyrande's uncontrollable, boiling, chaotic rage as the moon goddess instantly calmed down. The soothing words from Elune made the Nightsworn instantly drowsy.

But she knew she couldn't sleep.

The Devourer of All Realms before her eyes enveloped her with dark tentacles formed from cold entropy energy, relentlessly devouring her "light".

That guy had an insatiable appetite; he had almost completely devoured the Moon God's Wrath that I had previously unleashed, causing the dim entropy energy butterfly wings to light up with new veins of light, like embers that had been extinguished about to reignite.

The candle is about to be lit, but it's not enough!

The Devourers of All Realms still crave more.
"it's time!"

Aegwynn, who had been watching and waiting on the edge of the battlefield, realized when she saw the moonlight shining down that the battle on the Emerald Dream had come to an end, Elune's moonlight had reappeared, and the Nightsworn would no longer "self-destruct." Therefore, she could no longer allow Diakum to continue to devour her energy.

So the Star Soul Spokesperson grabbed Sargeras's Scepter and stepped forward.

She intends to send the dangerous Devourer of All Realms into his "cafeteria".

As just now, Sargeras's scepter pierced the ground, violently shattering and tearing apart the surrounding space. Then, with the Devourer of Worlds at its center, everything around it that had been corrupted by the void was taken away with it.

However, this is no easy task.

The instant their energies made contact, Aegwynn felt Diakum's greedy devouring power, consuming every last bit of energy he had poured into it, like a never-satisfied vortex maw.

In just a few seconds of casting, Aegwynn had one-tenth of her own magic power drained.

As expected, this Devourer of All Realms is among the most dangerous of all void creatures. If such a terrifying appetite were allowed to roam freely, Mount Hyjal would be destroyed in less than a day.

"Felwood is teeming with demons! Go and feast! Devour their fel light! Don't come back until you're full!"

At Aegwynn's shout, Sargeras' scepter was activated.

The sound of space being pulled away and collapsing was like a giant beast swallowing water. An entire area was instantly "hollowed out" and then, under Aegwynn's manipulation, thrown onto the other side of Mount Hyjal. She didn't even have time to pinpoint the location; she just slammed Diakum into the area with the densest fel energy.

What happened after that was none of her business; the elves had already left, and there was nothing left in that place except for demons.

After the Devourer of All Realms was sent away, Nightsworn Castle, which had been completely destroyed, began to collapse as a whole. This entire land had long been completely destroyed by the battle between the two powerful beings. The reason it could still maintain its original state was because of the energy supporting it. In the constant swaying and collapse, Aegwynn stepped forward and helped the Nightsworn, who was teetering under the moonlight, to his feet.

"Those ones."

Tyrande, who had been drowsy, seemed to finally regain her senses. Pointing to the few remaining items behind her, she said in a hoarse voice:
"The gifts Illidan brought back. Taking them with me can help me bear the burden."

"give it to me."

Aegwynn could clearly sense the still powerful and formidable strength within Nightsworn. Although Tyrande had lost a lot of energy to the Devourer of Worlds, causing her to fall from the level of a critical lesser god, her every move still exuded "divine might".

It's like an unstable humanoid nuclear bomb; you never know when it might explode.

This was the first time the Star Soul Spokesperson had dealt with such a tricky situation. She protected herself, picked up the three relics of the Moonlit War God, and used the Staff of Sargeras to send the two of them out of the underground.

The moment they reached the surface, the entire Malorne Sanctuary, along with the surrounding mountains, collapsed, forming a grotesque chasm in a short time. Beneath the rubble and earth, remnants of life and void energy continued to radiate outwards, as if seeds of power not belonging to the material world had been planted and taken root.

The residual Force at this level cannot dissipate naturally. If the Kaldorei survive this demonic invasion, they will inevitably have to spend a lot of time dealing with the remaining troubles here.

If left unchecked, the entire ecosystem of Mount Hyjal will be affected within a few years.

"Rest for a while, go to sleep."

Aegwynn helped the Nightsworn to a spot among the rocks, and cautiously advised him:

"Only when you are asleep can this world be at peace! I know you want to help, but in the current situation, the biggest help you can give us is to not move around. Don't be fooled by the fact that the Devourer of All Realms can devour your light; Diakum is severely damaged."

If it happened again, he would probably really transform into a Void Entropy Demon, which is the worst-case scenario I can imagine.

Upon hearing this, the Night Oathman, enveloped in the light of the cold moon, gave a wry smile.

She said in a hoarse voice, her tone filled with guilt:
“I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I should have died ten thousand years ago, that was the fate of the God of War, but Azshara interrupted my path to death.”

My first awakening after ten thousand years resulted in the death of Malorne. For the past ten thousand years, it was Lord Malorne who used her own life force as fuel to maintain this light of the cold moon for me.

I am a monster that shouldn't exist.

"It's no use saying all this now. You've lived this long, do you think we could strangle you again? Coexisting with the power of the Moon Goddess for ten thousand years has given you the characteristic of 'immortality'."

Aegwynn realized that Tyrande wasn't truly bad at heart, and she felt slightly relieved, whispering:
"So, what exactly happened back then? Why did Azshara leave that seal on you? Was it to harm you, or..."

"Azshara asked me to take her place."

As the final battle of the ancient war drowsily resisted the cold moonlight, she said in a hoarse voice:

"I don't know what went wrong with her, but when I threw her into the collapsing Well of Eternity, she changed when she emerged bathed in the light of the world."

Still arrogant, but as if he had seen something terrible.

She didn't tell me much, only that she would help me withstand death and asked me to take care of her elven empire in her place. She said that when a future crisis arises, the seal will be broken, and then I will use the power of the Moonlit War God to fight for the elves and the world once again.

She sealed me away, shielding me from the relentless wrath of the moon goddess, allowing me to barely maintain my last shred of sanity amidst the wrath of the black moon.

This undoubtedly exhausted her strength; it was the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes.

At this point, Tyrande hesitated, glancing at Aegwynn who was listening intently. She noticed the Heart of Azeroth in Aegwynn's hand, and sensing that the will of the world was also listening, she finally revealed the secret that only she knew:

"At that time, I saw Azshara's soul leave her body!"

"Um?!"

This news startled Aegwynn, and she pressed for an answer:

"You mean Azshara's soul left her body ten thousand years ago? No wonder she's been sleeping in the Nightwell of Suramar until now! The whole world thought Azshara was too badly injured to be resurrected, who could have imagined the truth was like this?"

Where did her soul go?

"I do not know."

Tyrande was utterly exhausted. She covered her mouth and let out an unseemly yawn. As the Black Moon Crown on her forehead faded, she wearily said:
"All I know is that her soul rushed into the collapsed Well of Eternity. I guess she did it for something important. Perhaps my understanding is wrong, but I think that when the Well of Eternity collapsed, Azshara did realize her mistakes and sins."

She will never admit that she did something wrong.

She will only try to win him back through her actions.

That's just the kind of person she is—proud, stubborn, and conflicted.

Seeing that Tyrande was about to fall back asleep, Aegwynn used her last moments to ask:

How long will this moonlight last?

"It will continue until I wake up next time."

Tyrande knelt on the ground, just as she had when she was sealed away. She lowered her head, closed her eyes, and entered a state of dormancy. Only the rhythm of her mind manifested as a voice in Aegwynn's ear, reminding her:
"Without Azshara's seal to resist, Elune's wrath will accumulate in my vessel at a normal rate. Even though ten thousand years of assimilation have given me a great blessing from the supreme life force, making my vessel indestructible, how vast is the power of the true god?"
I can be awakened one last time.

Lady Aegwynn, please tell Malfurion and Illidan to wake me when they need me most.

I am willing to fight one last time for my people and for this world.

But that was the only time.

When I awaken again, it will be the moment I die.

"Don't let those two men be saddened by my passing; this is my fate. And please convey my apologies and gratitude to Mr. Diakum; if not for his selfless sacrifice, I would have committed an irreparable mistake today."

"It's only a matter of time before Elune's wrath drives you out of control, but the good news is that we, in this era, have found a monarch truly worthy of our loyalty."

Aegwynn blinked, took off her Heart of Azeroth, and hung it around Tyrande's neck. As the power of the world merged into Nightsworn's body, Tyrande, who had just fallen asleep, suddenly opened her eyes.

She stared in astonishment at the azure world power flowing over her white battle dress. She could feel the world power merging into her flesh and blood vessel, like a series of fine chains binding her, using the power of the Supreme Star Soul to create a new "seal" for her, resisting the constant onslaught of the Moon Goddess's wrath, and drawing a portion from it to further strengthen Tyrande's already overburdened vessel.

"You should go and pay homage to the Star Soul Lord! That is the path to salvation."

Aegwynn said seriously:
"If you want to live, He is the only one in this sea of ​​stars who can save you. Although I don't know how Mother World can bring you back from the wrath of the Moon Goddess, He will always find a way."

Wear this pendant.

You won't miss the second ancient war, but of course, you'll have to hold back a bit.

From this day forward, your faith will be in Elune, but your existence will be devoted to Azeroth until death.

Welcome to the Saviors, Tyrande the Nightsworn.

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The ruins of the shattered temple of Malorne Sanctuary and most of Nightsworn Hold crashed into the dark corners of Felwood like a meteorite, bringing great misfortune to the demons who were roaming freely there.

They were first killed by a meteorite, and then they saw a "dark thing" floating in the ruins.

The daring demons approached to see what it was, but before they even got close, they screamed and collapsed in a mental breakdown. Their sanity values ​​crumbled and their bodies exploded, their filthy flesh sculpted in the void into faceless beings and K'sil, howling as they pounced outwards.

Now the demons realized the problem was serious!
A Voidling crashed into the battlefield of Felwood.

We have work to do, everyone!

Although the demon foes of the Burning Legion enjoy burning, killing, and looting, love watching the world burn in flames, and enjoy slaughtering lives and toying with their weaknesses, they are all good demons with "proper jobs."

Lord Sargeras's most explicit purpose in summoning them to form the Legion was to cleanse this weak star sea of ​​void corruption. Therefore, the Burning Legion has a clear rule that no matter whether the demons are slaughtering, eating, or sleeping, they must immediately deal with any void creatures they sense.

Therefore, when the Devourer of All Realms created the first batch of flesh beasts, all the demons in the vicinity howled and pounced on them.

They are to fulfill the supreme mission given to them by the Lord of Fel, and they are to crush this damned void scum here.

The Devourers of All Realms also appreciate this kind of "loyalty".

He had previously absorbed a great deal of "light" from the God of War in the Moonlight, and he could already sense the warm flames in the darkness about to ignite.

But not enough!

He was still very hungry, and there was a lot of volatile "fel energy light" around him.

Those were all lights that he could devour to light candles.

And so, the Devourer of All Realms transformed into a gluttonous wind of the void, spreading and sweeping across the demon battlefield amidst the chilling songs sung by the Dark Naaru.

Wherever he goes, he devours without mercy, seizing every bit of heat and every ray of light.

The chilling entropy energy was like a glacier bombardment, covering everything in its path with a bewitching "black ice." The demons whose life force was drained didn't even have the chance to transform into void creatures.

Their bodies were sealed in black ice, maintaining their dying rage or terror, like statues standing in the darkness.

Soon, the demons scattered.

They discovered that their blades could not harm the monster in the slightest, and the flames they spewed were completely absorbed by it. Only those high-ranking demons blessed by the Force could possibly seize the Devourer of Worlds' true form in the Dark Wind and inflict negligible damage on it, yet even that would be difficult to harm its body.

The Twilight Hammer roars.

It followed its powerful and ruthless master, feasting on the lives of demons, and then fawningly pointed out the path to the land of demons to its bewildered and thirsty master.

The dark winds raged on, devouring and freezing everything in their path.

When Diakum finally awoke from his thirsty dream, he opened his eyes to find himself lying in a gloomy, eerie demon fortress.

This place should have originally been a great den of druids, but it was used by demons to amass troops and commit slaughter. When Dick got up, he could still see the desecrated druid murals and proverbs on the walls. This familiar area made him immediately realize that he was deep inside the Shadow Hold in Felwood.

This deep underground lair is almost the largest demon-forging camp that can be found in the material world.

He rubbed his head.

The experience of becoming the Devourer of All Realms was a blur, with no memory of it whatsoever. He could only vaguely recall the roar of the Night Oath, the howls of demons, and the weak cries of despair, followed by the merciless taking.

He was like someone wandering aimlessly in an endless night, where clusters of flames floated. He had to "pluck" those flames to rekindle his extinguished candle, thus restoring the light and completing a "twin of light and shadow," allowing himself to return to the realm of holy light.

It now appears that he has successfully rekindled his flame.

Dick stretched out his hand, and a pure holy light appeared in his palm, as gentle as before.

However, his right arm, which was severed by the God of War of the Moonlit Night, has not yet recovered. It takes time for a severed limb to regenerate. Currently, only a section of the arm has grown back, and it is estimated that it will take some more time for the arm to fully recover.

But when he saw the character card, he was shocked to find that he had been promoted from a lower-level demigod to a middle-level demigod.

This sudden surge in power left Diakum somewhat bewildered, but he soon realized that it was the formidable mythical talent of the [Glutton] that had unleashed its power. Upon closer inspection, he indeed saw that the number of things the Devourer of All Realms had devoured had increased from 1 to 2.

There are also detailed explanations:
You greedily seized energy from the Moonlit War God that could destroy an ordinary world to satisfy your insatiable desires. You completed an astonishing devouring, increasing all your attributes by 20%.

Through this astonishing absorption of the life force, your size has increased once again.

Your legendary talent [Wrath of the Half-Giants] has been upgraded to [Wrath of the Giants], with all its effects greatly enhanced. You can now trigger small earthquakes with 'War Stomp' and apply the 'Holy Flame Offering' effect to them.

"No wonder I felt like everything around me had shrunk again."

Diakum stood up.

After completing the Twin Light and Shadow transformation, he felt no weakness. He simply stood up and discovered that his height had exceeded six meters, making him a true giant.

He sighed, feeling sorry for Nelly and the twins who were about to suffer again. Then he summoned holy light to protect himself and gently touched the radiant holy runes surrounding him, causing the noisy but now habitually flattering little angels to reappear.

Five golden cherubs flapped their wings of light and surrounded Dick, singing hymns of praise to their saint who had returned from darkness to light.

Accompanied by their background music, Diakum glanced at the broken Flame Blade in his hand. This poor weapon had been used by him to attack the Nightsworn and endured the heavy pressure of the Enemy Breaker's Sword Technique several times. Later, the Nightsworn used it to deal with the Devourer of Worlds and was repeatedly burned by the Moon God's black moonfire.

Even the most formidable divine weapons in Draenor are now in a terrible state of disrepair.

"We agreed that we were just keeping it safe for the Fireblade Clan, but we ended up damaging their artifact like this. How are we going to explain this to them?"

Diakum, who had a high moral standard, sighed. However, when he stroked the Blade of Flames, he could feel some subtle changes in the power imprint on the weapon. In addition to the original Sword Saint's legacy, some more powerful memories seemed to have been engraved in this broken blade that could no longer be used in battle.

Upon closer examination, the Moonlit War God is the supreme creation of the Force of Life, and the path of warriors based on the Force of Life might be somewhat related to it. In other words, this broken blade also records some of the combat techniques belonging to the Moonlit War God.

A secondary god's combat technique passed down through a cultivation path?
Well, even though it's incomplete, it's really hard to say whether the Fireblade Clan has gained or lost out.

As Diakum thought this, he stepped out of Shadow Hold, only to find a Nathrezim Dreadlord frozen in black ice as soon as he left the deep area where he had been sleeping.

The demon lord Banehollow, who participated in the siege of Malorne, had probably escaped from a dream and was preparing to rest in Shadowhold when he ran into the Devourer of Worlds and was killed.

Of course, the cunning Nathrezim won't die. It was just that the Devourer of Worlds drained its life force, and its soul has returned to the Twisting Nether to be resurrected. There's nothing that can be done about it. Ashbringer's ability to kill demons is a talent of the Holy Light side, and it obviously cannot work in the Devourer of Worlds form.

Furthermore, Diakum discovered a rather embarrassing problem.

He can't get out!
Although the druid's underground den was built to be very spacious, it was not intended for a giant over six meters tall like him.

He could come in before but now he can't get out, not even by bending over. The cave passage is only three or four meters high, unless Diakum crawls out like a worm.

"But how can the Warrior of Light appear in such a disheveled state?"

Dick pursed his lips, took out the Disguise Brooch to return to human form, and then walked out of the cave that had trapped him. Otherwise, it would have really turned into the tragedy of "Golke the Roarer".

The forests surrounding Shadow Keep were deathly silent.

Everywhere were sculptures made of remnants of black ice, like a "forest of stone statues." Diakum didn't know how many demons he had "eaten" in his Devourer of Worlds form, but no one would speak up for these demons; in fact, they themselves would feel fortunate.

They simply died this time; their souls were not burned by the Holy Light Butcher.

They went easy on us, what more could we ask for?
Come on, repeat after me!
The kindness of those who acted as vigilant is never enough!

(End of this chapter)