Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 361, Section 51: The First Azeroth Pajama Mountain Climbing Competition Now Begins!
"Why is she here?"

Diakum rode the Wings of the Sun back to Mount Hyjal, intending to talk to his brothers Stormrage about the Emerald Dream. But before he could even open his mouth, he saw a woman sitting in the temple who had just "killed" him.

Upon seeing Tyrande, Dick instinctively made a motion to draw his sword.

The memory of death was attacking him, and even the exaggerated threats from the Moonlit War God could not be ignored by Diakum.

However, Ashbringer and Flameblade are both severely damaged and unable to fight, and Twilight's Hammer cannot be used in Holy Light form. Therefore, Kazzak's Soul Staff jumped into his hand and was raised by the Vigilant to aim at Nightsworn.

Kazzak, whose body was being reforged with holy light within the Soul Staff, was terrified and screamed:
"Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about my strength? I'm willing to fight powerful enemies for you, but please wake up, are these enemies I can handle? I'd be dead if the Moonlit War God glared at me."

Please, have some decency.

"Shut up! I've noticed that since you went through the whitewashing process, not only has your fighting ability decreased, but your mentality has also declined drastically. Where did that fierce drive you used to have, chasing me across the entire starry sea, go?"

Dick snapped at him.

That damned Eredu made him lose face because of Dawn Overlord.

But he also noticed the Heart of Azeroth hanging on Tyrande's chest, which was obviously lent to her temporarily by Aegwynn to stabilize her condition.

The Eye of Truth could also see that the azure world power transformed into layers of "shackles" binding Nightsworn's vessel, suppressing the wrath of the moon goddess for her. Meanwhile, the cold moonlight that Malorne had sacrificed her life to bestow also enveloped Tyrande, calming the raging black moon within her.

The two shackles brought Nightsworn back to his composure.

But this is only temporary.

Just like trying to chain a mammoth with a strand of hair, Tyrande is now unwilling to break free and has willingly drawn a circle around herself, but as long as she has the slightest thought, both shackles will be broken in a short time.

"You can't fight at full strength anymore! No! You can't fight anymore, not even the most basic combat!"

Diakum, leaning on Kazzak's Soul Staff, spoke solemnly to Tyrande, whose face showed shame:
"You must constantly suppress the Moon Goddess's rage so that it cannot leak out in the slightest. Neither Elune's cold moon nor the Star Soul Lord's shackles can calm you down temporarily. Once the protection of both sides breaks, you will return to that unstable 'madwoman' state that could self-destruct at any time."

"Yes I know."

Nightsworn stroked the Heart of Azeroth on her chest, ignoring the Vigilant's crude language, and said in a hoarse voice:
"I will go to the Chamber of the Heart after the battle at Mount Hyjal to pay homage to the World Mother. Lady Aegwynn told me that only the Supreme Star Soul of Azeroth could possibly bring me back from the brink of destruction."

I do not cling to this life that should have ended long ago.

But I have witnessed the humiliation and suffering this world has endured, and if Mother World needs the Kaldorei to protect her, then I have no choice but to do so.

I also apologize for what I did to you before; at that time, my mind was still in the chaotic state it was in before it was sealed away.

"It's okay, I understand that feeling of being in a daze."

The Vigilant recalled what he had done in his Devourer of Worlds form. The "Black Ice Statues" scattered throughout Felwood were like silent blood oaths, recording how brutally Diakum had tortured innocent and weak demons.

It's just like how he was bullied by the God of War of the Moonlit Night, so he went to bully even weaker, weaker demons. What was that saying of Mr. Lu Xun again?

Dick shook his head, a little ashamed, and stopped discussing the matter.

The Night Oath's return was an unexpected surprise, although she would likely be able to suppress her power to the level of a demigod for a long time afterward, and any loss of control would result in her exploding on the spot along with all life within a hundred miles.

Even with its power suppressed, the Moonlit War God's noble and powerful legacy remains the most outstanding path of power in the Star Sea.

This means that a demigod of equal power would be no match for Tyrande. While she might not be able to confront a terrifying figure like Cenarius the Defiler head-on, she could certainly slaughter several powerful demons if necessary.

"Tyrande! By the moon goddess!"

As the two were talking, Malfurion and his party, who had returned from the dream, entered the temple beneath Nordrassil. When they saw the figure shrouded in the cold moon, the two brothers, Stormrage and Gale, became excited.

Malfurion charged forward, but Illidan took a few quick steps before suddenly stopping. He touched his demon horns and reluctantly remained where he was.

Although there are no eyes to see what Tyrande looks like now, as long as she awakens from her millennia-old seal, as long as she is alive, everything is alright.

"What are you doing standing there, Illidan?"

Tyrande's hoarse voice rang out from ahead, causing the demon hunter to look up abruptly. He heard the girl in his heart say to him:

"We haven't seen each other for ten thousand years. Are you planning to express your rejection from such a distance? Are you worried that the moon goddess's power will harm you?"

"I'm just my inner demons roaring."

The formidable Star Hunter showed a rare hint of embarrassment, but he maintained his cool demeanor, shaking his head and saying in a cold voice:
"The demons fear the moon goddess's cold light, and I don't want to hurt you because of that."

"You're the one who needs to worry about getting hurt, Illidan!"

Tyrande was reunited with her friend from ten thousand years ago, and her mood brightened somewhat.

Although he knew about the two brothers' feelings for him, Night Oath, whose life was precarious and who could lose control and perish at any moment, was unwilling to break the ice at this time.

She took Malfurion's hand and led him forward, then grasped Illidan's hand, which had transformed into demonic claws.

Just as they had when the three of them strolled through Mount Hyjal ten thousand years ago, she looked at Malfurion's antlers and wings, then at Illidan's demonic horns and bat wings, and finally at the cold moonlight enveloping her, and sighed:

“We’re all different now. You just look like monsters, while I almost became the monster Lord Malorne, and you were sacrificed because of me, weren’t you?”

Malfurion sighed.

Illidan wasn't thinking about Malorne at that moment; he was simply cherishing the moment and gently holding Tyrande's cold hand.

He will protect her, just as he did during the war years ten thousand years ago.

"Don't be sad about this, Tyrande, my sister. Thank the moon goddess for bringing you back to the mortal realm. We have a plan that may bring back Lady Malorne and the demigods who have sacrificed themselves."

The weary High Priestess Maiev stepped forward, and Tyrande saw her former sister.

She recalled her argument with Maiev before entering the Black Moon ritual. Maiev believed that she had more reason to become the Night Goddess than Tyrande, but it wasn't about competing for merit and glory. No one would fight for the chance to die miserably.

"Mavis!"

Tyrande reached out and embraced Maiev in a surge of emotion, whispering:

"You're all still alive, that's wonderful."

"We have survived until now because of your sacrifice."

Ms. Maiev gently patted Tyrande on the shoulder, comforting her:
“The entire Mount Hyjal, the entire kingdom of Kaldorei, and even the entire world survived because of your sacrifice. You gave everything for us, and we are willing to repay you for it.”

"Although I am very touched, everyone, I still think that Lady Tyrande needs to rest now, and her emotional fluctuations will directly affect the sealing effect on her. In order to ensure that the Wrath of the Black Moon does not get out of control, I advise you not to put pressure on the Nightsworn."

Diakum glanced at the Stormbringers and said, emphasizing his words:
"It's best to avoid any unnecessary pressure!"
She should go to the Temple of the Moon for a long period of meditation to stabilize her mind. It's best not to use this power of the Black Moon if possible; every time she goes into battle, it could lead to a tragic, self-destructive end.

"You're going to lock me up!"

Tyrande said in a deep voice:

“Lock me up in a place where I won’t harm anyone else, like Nightsworn Keep before. Don’t let me come into contact with the outside world unless necessary. I can live alone with Elune’s Scrolls in front of me until my destiny comes.”

"No, you should control it, not resist it."

Maiev shook her head and said:
"Over the years, under my direction, the Watchers have been researching the power of the Black Moon. Our devout and intelligent sisters have developed extremely profound doctrines and have advanced ideas about the power of the Black Moon."

Tyrande, we've been trying to ease your stress.

You may no longer be able to go to the front lines, but you can use the oppressive wrath of the moon as a means of defense and war in another way.

Follow me. We need to conduct some experiments so you can participate in the war at Mount Hyjal in another way. We must accomplish this as soon as possible, as the Corruptor and its Wither army could invade Mount Hyjal at any moment. Its target is the World Tree, Nordrassil.

It admitted this itself in the dream.

“But this power will harm you, Maiev.”

Tyrande hesitated, and she said:
“I can feel the untamed fury of Elune’s Black Moon Wrath. Anyone who tries to control it will be mercilessly burned. I don’t want you to follow this path of self-destruction.”

“We’ve come up with a solution, Tyrande. I know there are risks involved, so…”

Maiev breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"I will be the first to try it."

Just as everyone was discussing how to best utilize the Nightsworn's power, a hippogriff landed anxiously in front of the temple of Nordrassil. A fierce huntress leaped down and rushed into the temple, saying urgently:
"Lady Maiev, Lord Malfurion, the Wither army of the Defilers has destroyed Timbermaw Hold and is rampaging and slaughtering in Moonglade! Agamaggan the Collapser has also flattened the Frostwhisper Gorge pass, and the demons have split into two groups and are rushing into Mount Hyjal!"
General Garrod consulted with King Black Raven, who instructed the two to immediately proceed according to the original plan. King Black Raven would lead our legion to buy time at the foot of the World Tree Highlands. General Garrod had also gathered all forces of the Anti-Demon Alliance.

The dragons, bearmen, and boarmen have all entered their respective positions.

The news did not cause a dramatic change in the expressions of the others in the temple; they had clearly anticipated it.

Malfurion calmed himself, and with the air of a leader, he spoke loudly:
"Illidan, mobilize the Illidari to the Temple Highlands of Evina to intercept the demons! Maiev, complete the second buff of Moonfire with Tyrande as soon as possible!"
"Lord Diakum, I cannot give you specific instructions, but you need rest now, and the World Tree needs protection. Therefore, I invite you and Illidan to remain here as part of the last line of defense."

"No problem, that's exactly why I came!"

Dick nodded and said:
"In addition, reinforcements from the eastern continent are crossing the Endless Sea. The Exodar will arrive at Mount Hyjal by midnight at the latest. They can also be deployed as a force under General Garrod's command. Perhaps we..."

The vigilant sensed a suffocating force erupting in the southern part of Mount Hyjal.

He transformed into a streak of light and appeared on the roof of the highest point of the temple, with Illidan following closely behind.

As Diakum gazed out, a massive fel rift tore open across the plains south of the Holy Mountain, but it was not a great demon or a demonic army entering the material world.

Instead, scalding, dark green fel magma poured down from the fissure, like a raging fire beneath a fel crucible, and a large horde of Wither Druids emerged from the falling of several enormous demonic vessels.

The spire forged from magic steel stands proudly in the material world, and Cenarius the Defiler stands on the platform at the top of that spire.

It gazed at the World Tree, then raised the decaying Star Hunter Spear in its hand, and the engulfing plague transformed into green smoke that spread throughout Mount Hyjal.

Wherever the smoke reached, forests decayed, flowers withered, and life was poisoned. A deadly plague, honed over millennia in the starry sea, was continuously released, threatening to crush and annihilate the anti-demon alliance's tenacious resistance.

This is a declaration of war, and also a provocation.

The druids were prepared for this. One after another, the life-gathering gales swept across the battlefields, scattering the plague. The dragons of the Red Dragonflight also spread their wings and used the fire of life to burn the land corrupted by the plague, dispelling its poison. However, this would inevitably waste too much of the anti-plague alliance's energy.

"Let me do it."

Diakum waved his hand and said:
“I have come here to proclaim the virtues of the Holy Light. This is a glorious moment. Let us sing praises to the dawn as we sing praises to victory.”

As the golden cherubs sang the Song of the Naaru, the Vigilant, in the form of a Crystal Naaru, rose into the air.

Amidst the drifting ethereal hymns, a colossal war power, Purification, was cast upon most of the positions near the World Tree Highlands of Mount Hyjal, along with a heavy divine decree, Barrier.

The malevolent plague, when it collides with the golden barrier, will spark with blinding sparks, preventing it from harming the anti-plague alliance protected by holy light.

This was the first time that Naaru had appeared in a decisive battle of this scale. Although the elves did not believe in the Holy Light, this scene still made the Moon Priests sing praises to their righteous allies.

On the battlefield, Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen, who was in charge of aerial combat, looked at the Radiant Naaru with complicated eyes. The fact that the Vigilant was here meant that he was not a bad guy, but his hostile attitude towards the Titans left the Red Dragon Queen at a loss. Furthermore, the contents recorded on Tyr's Platinum Disc shattered all the filters that Alexstrasza had in mind regarding the Titans.

Fate takes a visible turn, and what will become of the dragon?
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How much longer until we reach Kalimdor?

On the endless sea, aboard a large fleet of goblin merchant ships of all sizes, Orgrim Doomhammer suppressed a certain anxiety and asked the goblin captain piloting one of the merchant ships:
"Can we speed it up?"

"This is already the highest speed; our steam engine is almost smoking."

The goblin captain, wearing a cool blue captain's hat, helplessly spread his hands and said to the big green guy in front of him:
“I know you’re in a hurry, and the venture capital firm has offered a generous reward. The problem is that we don’t have the Tide Sages of Kul Tiras on our ship, so we can’t create waves to propel the ship forward.”

Normally, it takes half a month to travel from the Eastern Continent to Kalimdor. We've been traveling for five days now, and at our current speed, it will take another three days to get you to the Razorfen Downs docks. That's the territory of Baron Gazlowe, and it's quite close to the Night Elves' Ashenvale Great Forest.

However you calculate it, it will take at least half a month for so many of you to get to Mount Hyjal.”

"We can't catch up!"

The warlord Eitrigg beside Orgrim shook his head and said:
"Although there is no specific information, the Black Wolf God's previous order was to act as quickly as possible, which shows that the situation on Mount Hyjal is already very dangerous. Perhaps the Corruptors have already invaded. If we continue to dawdle like this, we will definitely miss the great battle."

The chieftain did not speak, but the solemnity in his eyes was impossible to conceal.

It's a great thing that the orcs have broken the curse of the demonic blood, but if they cannot slay the corrupted, they will forever carry the burden of sin as they wander through the endless sea of ​​stars.

That was not the outcome the Great Chieftain wanted to see.

"Can you ask the Black Wolf God to think of a solution?"

The High Chieftain looked at the wolf spirit priest Oronok Heartbreaker, who was resting in the cabin. The latter shook his head and said in a hoarse voice:
"The Black Wolf God can open a rift in the dream, but we orcs are not blessed by nature and cannot set foot in the dream realm for long. The path that the elves can take does not belong to us, and the Wolf God is also helpless."

"Great Chief, there are things in the clouds above the sea! Many huge things are hovering overhead!"

Markorok rushed into the cabin with his battle axe on his back.

This mighty Kor'kron warrior was seasick, vomiting profusely, but still remained steadfast in his post.

The news he brought made Orgrim's eyes light up, and he led the chieftains out of the cabin, where they saw a large group of dragons flying down from the clouds.

But these dragons all look "strange and bizarre".

They were no longer the uniform form and appearance of the guardian dragons before, but instead displayed an absurd freedom to grow however they wanted. Orgrim's eyes widened as he even saw a dragon, like a giant green serpent, plunge into the deep sea and then extend its body to surround several small merchant ships.

The orcs were terrified.

They believed that this was the work of Zul'hild, which had caused the dragons to come after the War Tribe.

Soon, a massive, dark green dragon wreathed in lightning descended from the rolling clouds onto the deck of the large merchant ship where Orgrim was. As the illusion spell swayed, the expressionless green dragon princess Myrinsera stepped forward, her hand resting on the hilt of her rune sword.

She ignored the tense greenskin warriors, coldly staring at Orgrim, and said:

"For what you did to my mother, you deserve to die! However, the Star Soul Lord has noticed your actions in Arathi, and the power of the world is willing to give you a chance."

An opportunity for you to die a glorious death.
We will send you into the Emerald Dream so that you can catch up with the great war started by the Corruptors, but to be honest, in your current state, you'd be lucky if half of you survived.

So, what to say?
"Orcs, are you willing to accept the Star Soul Lord's 'death ploy'?"

Orgrim glanced at the various green dragons dancing wildly around him, and blinked as he said:
"If I say no, will you bury us here?"

"What do you say?"

Mylinsera gave a malicious sneer and pointed to the sky.

Amid the orcs' gasps, they could see a massive shadow soaring through the dark clouds, crackling with lightning. Judging by its terrifying size, it was Ysera, the queen of the green dragons, the former "Sleeper," and now the "Eldest Daughter of the World."

With the help of the Star Soul Lord, she also gained a new body and appearance, but no rational beastman would be willing to provoke a Star Soul Dragon King at this time.

"Then, we only have one choice left, Your Highness."

Orgrim and the other chieftains exchanged glances. The High Chieftain stepped forward and bowed deeply in a pleading gesture. Above the dragon-filled and storm-ridden Sea of ​​Ereshkigal, he whispered:
"Grant us this 'glorious death'."

(End of this chapter)