Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 362, Section 52: Lady Maiev, who cultivates both physical and magical techniques, is so beautiful!

Cenarius the Corruptor personally oversaw the lava fields south of Mount Hyjal, leading his Wither Druids in brewing the plague.

The poisonous mists that kill everything have spread throughout the Holy Mountain, but that is only a byproduct of a grand conspiracy. The plagues being made on the spot are intended to be used as "weapons" to corrupt the World Tree Nordrassil. Once they are cooked, the Corruptors will sprinkle them on the World Tree.

Cenarius did not simply intend to destroy the towering tree.

It knew that this thing was connected to the world and had a symbolic connection with the Supreme Star Soul. Its immense life force, which supported the immortality of the entire Kaldorei race, could be harnessed and absorbed by it. However, Nordrassil itself could also be made into a weapon.

Just like the mighty Goreber Darkboiler Greatsword in the hands of the Dark Titan, the Corruptors also yearn to possess their own stellar artifact.

This weapon is to be forged from the plague. Once completed, it can pierce the heart of the world, using its own plague to draw in fel energy to completely corrupt and corrupt the Azeroth star soul. Even though the Dark Titans' orders to the great demon lords were to destroy the supreme star soul, the corruptor has its own ideas.

Its ten thousand years have not been wasted!

It had already learned from those gossipy demons about the complex relationship between the Supreme Star Soul and Lord Sargeras. The Shaper had even told it personally that as long as the Supreme Star Soul awakened, it would gain power that could rival or even defeat Sargeras.

He used the plague to forge evil artifacts and personally guided the fall of the Supreme Star Soul, shaping it into another Dark Titan.

Once the plan is completed, Sargeras's defeat is a foregone conclusion.

At that time, I, who can manipulate the Supreme Star Soul with the magic artifact, will inevitably become the supreme ruler of the entire material star sea, and by the way, I will take over the supreme power of the Fel Force from Sargeras, and become the master of all demons.

Of course, polluters have their own ambitions.

As the child of Elune and Malorne, of noble birth, it realized the truth of the conflict of the Forces long ago, and it always believed that Sargeras's vigilance against the Void came from some strange and deliberate guidance.

What a powerful Dark Titan like Sargeras should really be doing is leading the demons of the Twisting Nether to conquer the holy sites of the other five elements, rather than obsessively fighting against the Void.

The Dark Titan squandered its immense potential; the fel energy craved to see it wreak havoc, but the Dark Titan suppressed its destruction.

This is clearly a mistake that must be corrected.

The Corruptor gazed coldly at the World Tree in the distance from the top of that demon-forged tower.

The towering canopy trembled and swayed amidst the demonic plague it unleashed. The magnificent tree seemed to have foreseen its fate, but the corruptor showed no mercy! Having designed a perfect "stepping stone to godhood" for itself, it was impossible for it to give up at this crucial moment.

The simmering of the plague takes time, and Cenarius cannot leave. If the Archdruids of the Wither are ambushed by the swift and elusive Illidari, wouldn't that ruin their excellent pot of plague?
Therefore, the heavy responsibility of buying time for the plague to take shape and continuously attacking the stubborn defenses of the anti-plague alliance fell on Agamaggan, a general under the Corruptor.

Cenarius originally had three generals.

Lycanthos, the Destroyer who commands the wolf pack, has defected to the Force of Death, content to become a mediocre Loa Death. What a disgrace!
The nightmare tyrant Eranikus, who tamed the dragon, chose to sacrifice himself for a laughable "love." He was never loyal to the destructive cause of the corrupters, and everything he did for ten thousand years was just a terrible infiltration that would not stop until he achieved his goal.

Only Agamaggan, the "Destroyer," single-mindedly and steadfastly fulfilled its mission.

The polluters also value this simple-minded boar the most. Whenever a new plague is brewed, they use Agamaggan as its drinker. It has thick skin and strong stamina. It was once a demigod of the wilderness like Cenarius and has a very powerful self-purification ability. Therefore, thousands of years of feeding have made the already powerful boar god even more destructive and annihilating beast.

Its fel-infused body was as large as a hill, and its muscular legs were covered with green fel runes. Felsteel armor, personally crafted by the Apocalypse Craftsman Jingaros, covered its streamlined body, making it virtually indestructible.

The warhammer's head is covered with a carved skull, and on its forehead is a ramming horn made of fel steel with a spiral spike. Even the rocky cliffs of Mount Hyjal cannot withstand the destructive thrust of this horn after acceleration.

Its fangs, encased in magic steel, and the bone spikes on its body had long since crystallized, resembling the deepest, darkest green jade.

Agamaggan's body, besides its fel steel armor, was covered in protective thorns, resembling a perfect suit of armor. Ten thousand years ago, it relied on these reflective thorns and its boundless brute strength to fight Manonos to the very end.

Even though they were defeated by a single misstep, it proved that the strength of the wild boar should not be underestimated.

Now, these thorny, repellent thorns have all been transformed into highly toxic substances by the corrupted. The deadly toxins flow over the green thorns, and what's worse, with each breath of the Destroyer during its destructive charge, green plague smoke spews from its enormous boar snout, causing those shrouded in it to become exhausted. The weak are directly poisoned to death and, under the control of the plague, turn into staggering zombies that gather around the giant boar.

One of its giant beasts is an entire army!
There was no need for tactics, consideration, or planning. The dark green eyes beneath the skeletal armor were devoid of any reason. For it, the moment it entered the material world, only one thing remained.

charge!

No matter what's in your way, just charge! Keep accelerating, and charge again!

The earth, mountains, rivers, weak buildings, city walls, and gates will all be razed to the ground in this fierce and destructive charge. If there is anything in this world that cannot be solved by a single charge, then gather your strength and go for it again.

As for what will happen to the chaotic battlefield left behind after it has been smashed, that is not something the Destroyer needs to consider.

The plague-infested and poison-bursting corpses it creates with the plague will solve all its problems.

In just a few tens of minutes, the Crusher had broken through three lines of defense around Mount Hyjal. It was stopped at the fourth line of defense, which was a mountain stronghold built by the Furious Claw Bearmen of Northrend. The reason it was able to stop Agamaggan was because two Wild Demigods were stationed at this stronghold.

Big Bear and Little Bear!
Uh, no, it's the brothers Usol and Usok who are here to confront their ancient and tragic friends.

Ten thousand years ago, they fought alongside Agamaggan against the Destroyer Maronos, ultimately defeating the invincible Destroyer, but at the cost of Agamaggan being severely wounded and lying on the battlefield.

Ursol and Ursok intended to rescue the Boar God after banishing the demon, but when they returned, Agamaggan had disappeared, and the name "Crusher" spread throughout the Star Sea.

This incident made Xiong Da and Xiong Er feel guilty towards Agamagam.

Especially today, seeing the once bold and simple wild boar god transformed by demons into such a violent and mindless plague behemoth, one can imagine the terrible days it has lived for the past ten thousand years just from its ferocious appearance.

The roars of the two bear-men, filled with anger and sorrow, echoed through Mount Hyjal, as they were determined to bring Agamaggan back to the realm of life today.

It's hard.

Not only must we defeat the Destroyer, but we must also find a way to imprison it and attempt to purify it, but the Bear-Man Gods will surely succeed.

This is what they owe their old friends.

Just as the fourth line of defense, which was already very close to the World Tree Highlands, was embroiled in a fierce battle between three powerful demigods, the long-awaited Exodar spaceship finally appeared on the battlefield of Mount Hyjal in a teleportation illuminated by holy light.

On the spaceship's navigation platform, Archbishop Nelly, dressed in military uniform, gasped upon seeing the raging battlefield in the mountains.

Fires have broken out everywhere in this vast and expansive holy mountain, and the holy light barrier supported by Diakum is suffering visible saturation damage.

Doomguards and guardian dragons fought a deadly battle around the World Tree, while below the highlands, hordes of Bristleback Boarmen and Demon Guardians clashed and slaughtered each other. In the mountains, demonized centaurs invaded the elven territory, while General Shandris Feathermoon led her huntresses in relentless retaliation with ferocious winged ballistae.

Below, on the battlefield, the battle between the three demigods shook the mountains, while the ferocious bear-men, under the cover of the mountain giants' hurling stones, fiercely attacked the demon scum who had come to follow the wild boar god.

Further away, a demon army led by an abyss lord was crossing a portal when it was ambushed by scythe-clawed werewolves emerging from the dream, sweeping across the land like a storm of flesh and blood.

Even the portal was destroyed by a white-haired werewolf wielding a war scythe.

Almost all the birds of Kalimdor were summoned here. The weakened avian demigod Aviana and her powerful brethren Ohnhara joined forces to unleash a storm of blades, sweeping across the sky and annihilating the demon bats.

Demons were everywhere, so the elves started firing everywhere!
Even the Zandalari trolls, who were always at odds with the elves, temporarily put aside their differences. They and their Loa guarded the main road leading to the World Tree Highlands. This time, the Dark Prophet did not come, but Princess of All Spirits, wielding the troll sword, rode a golden raptor and led her golden guards across the battlefield.

"This reminds me of the Antoran Plains during the Battle of Argus. Twenty-five thousand years ago, we fought just like that! Ah, this moment is just like that moment."

Archbishop Nelly shook her head, put on the helmet she had made from Hakkar's blood-splattered scales, took a longbow made from the bones of C'Thun and the tendons of the Thousand-Eyed Demon, and carried Redthroat's Fang on her back.

With Diakum absent, she is the commander of this spaceship.

She looked at the crowd behind her.

Anduin Lothar and his elven fiancée, Lord Mar'gok and the Mag'har orc commanders, Prince Kael'thas and the Bluemoon Headmaster and the heads of Natharas Academy, Governor Torsedrin and his Sindra Spellblade, Lady Sandara and the Sandara Scholars, and even Muradin Bronzebeard, who originally had nothing to do with this matter, came to join the fun with the Wildhammer dwarf Kurdran.

Muradin's main purpose was to avoid disaster.

The dwarf prince, fearing that his brother's quarrel with his niece would drag him into the complicated family conflict, used being drunk as an excuse to run away to the spaceship.

He hadn't even asked where the spaceship was going before he set off, and now that he was seeing this terrifying "spectacle," he didn't even have time to run away.

But since we're already here, it would be too shameful for the King of the Hill not to have a fight here.

"Gentlemen! We've arrived! We've reached the gates of hell!"

Archbishop Nelly shouted:
"I don't want to waste any more words. Everyone knows why we're here. Let's take action! On the battlefield below, let's fight together and become demon slayers to protect this world today!"
"Your Majesty Volos, after you have deployed us to the battlefield, please immediately proceed to the World Tree to replace the Watcher. His combat prowess is absolutely essential on this battlefield."

No one responded; instead, they each left the navigation station and entered the delivery area.

When Lothar arrived, he saw Varian, the "White Pawn," chatting with Garrosh Hellscream. They were sharing some strange things, like how to kill demons more easily and efficiently. Just as the first batch of Lightforged Beacons were dropped and the battlefield teleportation was about to begin, Lothar, donning his helmet, overheard Varian whispering to Garrosh:

"So, you're going to kill that great demon here today, then kill your father, and inherit his battle axe and clan? Hmm, I think your orc inheritance laws are a bit too extreme, aren't they?"

"Ha, a guy who killed his own grandfather has no right to say that! You're way crazier than me."

"I did it so that my grandfather could rest in peace!"

"The same goes for me."

This absurd conversation made Losa blink.

He suddenly realized that Varian's family education needed to be put on the agenda immediately.

After all, he didn't want to see Ryan end up with a loving father and filial son. Considering that after becoming emperor, he would most likely pass the throne to Varian, he didn't want to be stabbed by this reckless young man who was familiar with the "orc inheritance law" during the future succession ceremony.

"buzz"

A golden portal suddenly opened before everyone's eyes, revealing the figures of ferocious demons and fel elves. As Lothar took a deep breath and prepared to give the order, Varian was the first to rush out, carrying Salamaine.

The white soldier shouted:
"The day of slaying demons has arrived! Warriors, follow me! For the Kingdom of Stormwind!"

"Ow Oo"

The Lightforged werewolves, unable to contain their killing intent, rushed out as soon as someone took the lead. The paladins of the Guardians of the Faith followed closely behind, shouting holy chants, leaving Marshal Lothar and his Iron Horse Paladins at the back.

"That damn brat!"

Lothar cursed:

"When I get back this time, I'll break his legs!"

"Hmph, I'll be satisfied if my son is half as brave as Varian in the future."

Colonel Daenerys made a casual remark that made Lothar turn around and glare angrily.

Hey, elf!

Do you know what inappropriate and lewd things you just said?

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"Be patient, don't let the war outside affect your thinking, and continue to peel away your Moon Goddess's Wrath as I instructed."

In the Temple of the Moon near the World Tree Temple, Nightsworn Tyrande is receiving "instruction".

As the little golden cherub circled, Diakum's gentle voice echoed in her ears. Before her stood Lady Maiev, half-naked, in the midst of a moon arcane ritual, with several Watchers around her helping to share the burden of manipulating the power of the Black Moon.

"What you are creating is not a permanent 'avatar,' but merely a gentle separation of the moon goddess's wrath, temporarily bestowing it upon the warriors who need this power."

There is no need to worry that Ms. Maiev will be unable to handle it.

This is not a true Black Moon ritual, and she will not become a Moonlit War God like you because of it!

It merely 'borrowed' your power to create the 'Hand of the Nightsworn'.

Diakum has his own faith faction and two orders, Light and Shadow, and he is very knowledgeable about the use of faith power. Therefore, he imparts his experience to Tyrande, who is doing this for the first time, without reservation.

他 说:

“Ms. Maiev’s vessel may be able to withstand more of the moon goddess’s wrath, but I don’t think it’s enough. I mean, perhaps we could try something more challenging.”

"Ok?"

Tyrande, who was peeling away strands of the Moon Goddess's Wrath from her body and bestowing it upon Maiev, let out a puzzled hum.

Diakum smiled and said:
"You witnessed my transformation in light and shadow before. That was my unique path, the twin of light and shadow, which is the connection between holy light and the void in opposition. Although the path of life you are walking does not have similar techniques, life and death are also intertwined, and the connection between these two forces is even closer than that between light and shadow."

As the God of War under the Moon, you are the embodiment of the concept of the 'great cycle of life and death'. In other words, my experience on the path of cultivation is also partially applicable to you.

Even if you cannot allow Lady Maiev to freely cycle between life and death, you can use the power of the Wrath of the Moon to bring Maiev and the other Watchers into the forms I was in before.

When they die, they are not immediately captured by the Force of Death. Instead, they temporarily become 'Night Oath Incarnations' by borrowing the wrath of the moon goddess to reap the lives of their enemies and rekindle their own extinguished life force with the life flames of their enemies.

If the kill is successful, the victim can be brought back to life.

If it fails, then it can only be transformed into a new spirit in the mercy of the moon goddess, and then, through the Holy Light Walker's connection with the Guardians of Kings, allow this spirit that died under the shadow of the black moon to connect with other Watchers to form a new whole.

I named them 'Avenging Gods,' isn't that cool?

"That sounds difficult."

Nightsworn sighed and whispered:

“I was just a high priest before performing the Black Moon ritual. These advanced techniques related to faith are things I have never learned before, and I don’t want Maiev to take any risks because of them.”

"She firmly believes that you will not let her down, and this trust itself can be regarded as the prototype of 'faith'. As the Moonlit War God who survived by chance, you are a minor god under Elune's command."

You are fully entitled to have your own faction, although you Life Walkers don't concern yourselves with such things.

Diakum said:
"But there's no need to worry, just do as I say."

Under his guidance, Tyrande spent some time finally completing the rune, creating a mysterious tattoo on Maiev's back in the symbol of the Black Moon—a rune meant to bear a portion of the wrath of the Moon God of War.

When Maiev opened her eyes, a wisp of black moon crown, strikingly similar to that of the Nightsworn, appeared on her forehead.

That was just a projection, representing Maiev Shadowsong as the temporary "Hand of the Nightsworn," able to take Tyrande's place in wielding the wrath of the moon goddess. She shared power with Tyrande through ritual incantations, and as long as it didn't exceed her limit, she could also use the moon goddess's fury to slay demons.

However, such formidable power could not be used with the gentle demeanor of a priest.

Her Moon Festival Judicial Robes were removed, and Elisana Ravencrest stepped forward carrying a set of Watcher's Armor. She whispered:

"This is your battle armor, madam. I said back then that your meticulousness, perseverance, and humility are more suited to be a Watcher than a Priestess of the Moon. You will definitely become the most powerful Watcher in history!"
We will also have a 'warden' worth following.

"Perhaps, but I also feel a sense of satisfaction in my soul when I sing praises to Elune in the moonlight. Fighting does not bring me happiness."

Maiev put on that battle armor.

Under Tyrande's gaze, she said:
“I can only bear a fraction of the burden for you, Tyrande, but every Watcher and Priestess of the Moon will be your support, just as you saved us as the Nightsworn, and now it is our turn to dedicate ourselves to you.”

"click"

The owl-shaped helmet was attached to the armor.

As Maiev picked up the thorny wheel, the black moonlight sculpted a veil of stars and moon behind her.

Behind her, one Watcher after another entered the ritual to share the burden of the Moon Goddess's wrath with Tyrande. The cold yet intense destructive power united the girls of the Sisterhood of Elune, supporting the precarious civilization of the Kaldorei in this time of catastrophe.

This scene gave Diakum, who was watching from the sidelines, a realization.

Although the path of life and the path of light and shadow are not the same, this sense of sharing, where "one person is for all, and all are for one person," coincides with the faith in the Holy Light.

He recalled the legend Saloras had told him about the lesser gods of the Holy Light, which said that when the light of all beings converges on one person, the Holy Light Force will give birth to the first lesser god.

Perhaps, it's not just a legend.
The long, winding steps leading up to the divine palace seem to be right before my eyes.

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