Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 363, Section 53: Brother Losa's Family Reunion Was a Mess!
"Elements! Hear my call!"

Gaiara's roar, mixed with surging electricity, erupted before the bearmen's defenses. The Great Prophet Mag'har descended like a god shrouded in thunder, his eyes filled with lightning.

Just like a Storm Girl unleashing her ultimate attack, she raised her battle axe high, drawing thick lightning bolts down from the clouds and slamming them forward. Trident-like lightning leaped and weaved among the demons, clearing away all the lower-ranking demons that surged onto the rocky position.

Garrosh led his wolf riders in a charge before the thunder had dissipated, repelling the demons and buying time for the already wounded bearmen to retreat and regroup.

In this rocky position, Griselda, leaning on the Hand of Darkness, has taken over the defense with heavy infantry.

The Mag'har warriors, clad in armor forged specifically for them by the dwarves, stood tall with tower shields in hand, facing the surging monsters below without fear, their battle cries echoing through the air.

But to be honest, the passionate orcs would rather participate in the "earth-shattering battle" between the three demigods ahead.

Xiong Da, Xiong Er, and Agamaggan are all power-type demigods. Although all three of them can use magic, they simply don't have time to cast weak spells right now.

Usol, clad in wooden armor, stood upright, withstanding Agamaggan's ferocious charge. He brutally tore through the boar god's armor with his steel claws, artifacts that had slain countless demons in the War of the Ancients. Meanwhile, Usol, in his bear-man form, wielded a heavy hammer and relentlessly pounded it from the side, each strike causing a violent earthquake and demonstrating his formidable strength.

These two giant bear brothers were known for their perfect understanding of each other. Their coordination was as perfect as the hands of one person, causing Agamaggan to lose his composure. However, the boar god, enhanced by fel energy and infused with demonic plague, was too destructive, and Ursoc's heavy wooden armor was almost completely destroyed.

The blood of the demigods continued to spill across the battlefield, causing the bear-men to roar and cheer on their god.

The bear-men are the most powerful of the wild tribes born in Azeroth. Their combined destructive power is no less than that of a pack of wolves. The only problem is that the bear-men are less agile, so they are best suited for defensive warfare like the one in the present.

The arrival of the Mag'har triumphs was timely, allowing the bear-men of the Wrathclaw Temple to catch their breath.

Just as Gaiara was about to call upon the thunder to aid him in battle, the wounded and dying bear-man elder beside him handed him an ancient, blood-stained bear claw staff, with powerful elemental energy swirling around it. The bear-man gestured, and Gaiara understood the powerful warrior's meaning.

She took the wooden cane and said loudly:
"I will never let you down."

Then, an even greater amount of elemental power gathered, and under the enhancement and application of the wooden staff, it was shaped by Gaiara into a swirling, howling gale. The demigod legacy called "Usol Cyclone" was unleashed, and the howling storm that swept across the battlefield swirled and was shaped into a tornado, pulling those noisy imps and underweight demons into the air, only to be struck down in one fell swoop by lightning summoned by Gaiara.

This fierce offensive boosted morale on the blood-soaked battlefield. However, just as the third close-quarters battle with the demons came to a brief end, Garrosh Hellscream, who was besieged among the demons, was greeted by a "long-lost friend".

The little roar who had just killed the legendary demon heard the cry of the eagle. He looked up in surprise, holding the head of the Doomsday Valkyrie, and saw a golden eagle swooping down from the battlefield, viciously tearing apart the eyes of a Man'ari archsorcerer, causing the latter to scream in pain.

They tried to fight back, but then the blazing sun's fire erupted from the sky, and the radiant sun ravens flapped their wings, spewing flames that burned away all the demons.

Garrosh could feel strange tremors coming from the canyon beside the battlefield. Instead of retreating immediately, he continued to hack and slash in place with his two axes. A few minutes later, a primitive thorn beast covered in wooden armor emerged from the rugged canyon, wielding a giant wooden blade.

The colossal creature's trampling and impact completely tore open the demon's flanks.

He did not come alone; a large army of wild beasts followed behind the Thorn Beast.

Wild boars, black panthers, tigers, reindeer, giant bears, foxes, apes—almost every wild beast found in Mount Hyjal can be found here. They surround the thorn beast, regarding it as their leader, and follow it as it charges back and forth across the demon lands. Birds of prey circle in the sky, charging into the flying demons, like two armies clashing and fighting.

The roars of the giant bear and the howls of the dire wolves echoed continuously. Beside the primal thorn beast, the war bear Misha, covered in wild wooden armor, was also engrossed in the battle, slapping back and forth with its large paws, each blow capable of knocking the head off a demon guard.

This is definitely not something an ordinary giant bear could do.

The black dire wolf cunningly followed behind the giant bear, picking off any stragglers. Every time Misha knocked down a demon, Harassa would step forward and strangle it with a throat lock. The two beasts worked together with great skill.

"It really is you, Rexxar of Mok'Nathal!"

Garrosh laughed heartily and led several wolf riders to join the battle. With the help of the beast army, the demons charging towards the bearmen were quickly repelled.

But there was no time for much reminiscing. As the primal thorn beast dissipated with the druid's magic, it transformed into Rexxar's massive and robust body. Compared to the time of the great battle in Silithus, Rexxar no longer needed a hood to cover his body.

However, a black wolf skin orc helmet covered the upper half of his face on his simple-looking head.

Hey, the classic "Batman" look is back!

Congratulations.

"Where did you get this hat? It suits you perfectly."

Garrosh, leaning on his battle axe, asked a question, and Rexxar replied sadly:
"It was a lone wolf I encountered in Felwood on my way to Mount Hyjal. Its pack had been corrupted by demons. It begged me to give its pack peace. It fought alongside me and was eventually killed by the demon beast king."

I used its remains to make this helmet, a constant reminder of who nature's enemy truly is.

lets change a topic.

Retreat with me, Garrosh! Lead all the bear-men on this defensive line toward the World Tree Highlands!

Archdruid Naralex warned me that the Corruptor's plague was almost ready, and its wither army was advancing on the highlands like madmen. The Cenarion Circle was about to collapse.

We must hurry to protect the Tree of the World.

"What should we do here?"

Xiaohou said:
“Agamaggan’s army is here. Why don’t we just retreat?”

"The Shadow Chaser Order will take over the defense."

Rexxar shifted his shoulders slightly, looking a little uncomfortable, and said:

"They have already made their way here in the shadows. It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of these guys. All you need to know is that they are all shadow followers of Saint Diakum, and the powerful Twin Ladies will also be guarding this place."

They are two demigods, capable of assisting the powerful Ursoc and the wise Ursol in defeating their enemies.

"Oh, that's alright, let's go!"

Garrosh had no objection to retreating and returning to defend. Besides fighting demons, he had another reason for coming to Mount Hyjal. The greenskins had not yet appeared on the battlefield, so Garrosh needed to conserve his strength and suppress his fighting spirit.

“The beast army I have gathered can assist you in your defense. You go first, I will wait here for the Shadow Chasers to arrive.”

Rexxar, wielding his twin axes, shouted a few times to the Mag'har orcs. The three leaders, along with the orcs and bear-men riding the beasts Rexxar had summoned, sped along the mountain path toward the majestic World Tree. Soon, the area quieted down.

Rexxar's beasts surrounded him; in addition to the original ravens, wolves, and bears, his "family" now included the eagle Spire.

That was the king of raptors he rescued in the Stonetalon Mountains.

Rexxar's wild herds would continue to grow, a fact he firmly believed and anticipated. The nature of Azeroth was truly captivating, and he would rather spend his entire life wandering its wilderness than accept Margok's "Grand Duke of the Hunt" title.

However, there are also "beasts" here that Rexxar strongly resists.

"Ow"

With a deep roar, a ferocious figure stepped out from the shadows of the bear-man defense line. The warrior beetle, with all four claws stained with blood, carried the corpse of a satyr demon that had been bitten in half.

The moment this guy appeared, the beasts around Rexxar roared as if in response.

The Beastmaster of Mok'Nathal soothed his beasts, staring coldly at the "monster" before him.

As a hunter and druid, Rexxar could clearly sense that this creature was a variant of the Qiraji, but it was ten or even a hundred times more dangerous than the original Qiraji.

After the Warrior Bug, more Shadowbugs emerged from the shadows, along with the unique Hard-Shelled Camel Bugs carrying the warlocks and hunters of the Shadowbug Order. When General Staghelm, fully armed, stepped into the Holy Mountain, he led the Quicksand Guards to pay homage to the World Tree in the distance.

But the Highborne elves turned a blind eye to this. They had no special feelings for the World Tree, and some gloomy fellows even cursed the "tree planted by the lowly" in private, saying that they deserved the disaster because they betrayed the Empire.

This is normal. The Highborne elves had a very different self-identity ten thousand years ago compared to the Kaldorei. Class contradictions were quite prominent in the elven empire under Azshara's leadership.

"What methods do you plan to use to defend this place?"

Rexxar asked a question, and General Staghelm, leaning on his scythe and carrying a greatsword, glanced at Rexxar with a puzzled look and whispered:
"Of course it's war! The battle between the swarm and the demons, the devouring and evolution, is the main theme of this defensive line going forward. Do you have any questions about this, mighty Beast King?"

"I didn't, but I want to remind you."

The orc pointed to the ground beneath his feet and said:

"Your insects are incompatible with the ecology of the material world. When you retreat, you should take them all with you. This sacred mountain is the most beautiful place in the world and should not be polluted."

"No need to emphasize, Beastmaster, I am also a member of the Kaldorei, I know what to do."

Deer Helmet waved his hand somewhat indifferently and said:

“You should leave. You and your beasts are powerful and perfect; therefore, the swarm craves Mok'Nathal's unique hunting genes.” “Hmph.”

Rexxar snorted and glanced at the samurai bug that was drooling.

He turned and transformed into a giant raven clad in wooden armor, leading his beast companions away from there.

Staghelm then turned his gaze to the ongoing battle between the three demigods ahead. A longing appeared in his gray eyes, an emotion that was sensed by the warrior insect beside him, and the ferocious insect vanguard also let out a low roar.

It bent down and picked up the filthy demon blade left behind by the demon on the ground, and stepped forward, its four claws holding the weapon, eager to try it out.

"Pray to the Lord, summon the swarm, let us be shrouded in shadow, and enjoy today's gluttonous feast!"

General Staghelm, leaning on his entropy-energy scythe, raised his hand and commanded:

"Today, the Shadow Chasers will feed on demigods! One, or even several, victory will nourish the Swarm, and the Swarm will bless the Shadow."

The Shadowcasters immediately began casting spells, praying in Shasyaar, a language capable of tearing the mind apart.

Thus, rifts opened in the void, and war insects carefully selected by the Overlord were sent into the material world. Such a large-scale transfer would consume a lot of the Overlord's energy and might even affect the expansion speed of the Shadow Chaser swarm in the Sea of ​​No Light.

But the ruler knew it was worth it.

If they could obtain Agamaggan's powerful genes today, the swarm's evolution in the next stage would be much smoother. It has already obtained several Crypt Lords hunted by the Lightforged, but that is not enough. The "legacy" of the Aqir Empire is too rich, and the current Shadow Chaser swarm will find it difficult to digest in a short period of time.

The swarm needs to strengthen its vitality and resilience, and there is no better evolution material than Agamaggan.

If we could also obtain the combat genes of Usol or Usok.
Ah, how wonderful.

The holy war on Mount Hyjal is practically a buffet for the Zerg swarm; they're sure to have their fill today.

“We humbly beg you, mighty Archbishop Saloras.”

When the twins arrived at the Bearman's territory, Saloras, who had entered Voidform, heard the Overmind's swarm wailing, which said:

"Don't end the battle so quickly. Let them fight a little longer, let more powerful flesh and blood fall on the battlefield. My swarm will need it."

"We are here to oversee the battle, Lord."

Saloras glanced back in the direction of the World Tree and explained:
“My sister and I have no intention of getting involved in this violent demigod war. Agamaggan, who has been endowed with vitality and endurance far exceeding that of ordinary demigods by fel energy, is a precious ‘battery’ that can only be used at the most critical moment.”

"Ok?"

The Overlord snorted in surprise, but then it understood Saloras's meaning and replied:
"So that's how it is. The fallen demigods are also part of the Lightforgers' grand plan. Hmm, it seems we're in for a treat today."

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Beneath the World Tree, Lothar led his Iron Horse Paladins in relentless charges and attacks, but in this chaotic battlefield teeming with demons, humanity's first appearance was hardly "stunning."

Look at what's in front of you.

Prince Kael'thas, accompanied by his ornately dressed Phoenix Guards and mysterious Spellbreakers, formed the first line of defense. Several High Elf leaders directed the restless students of the Nassaras Magic Academy to become a formidable defensive position for spellcasters, while in the rear, the Silverwing Sentinel hunters, personally commanded by Grand General Shandris Feathermoon, provided heavy firepower.

The three long-divided elves have united today, once again unleashing the classic combined attack tactics of the Elf Empire era.

The Zandalari trolls' golden guards, acting as their vanguard, relentlessly counterattacked and pierced through the enemy lines. Princess Talanji wore a strange smile that she couldn't hide, perhaps because the Princess of All Spirits felt she was leading a powerful "troll" army.

In her eyes, these "dark trolls" who had just survived the plague crisis were quite formidable.

Wow, our Troll Empire is awesome!

The gigantic jungle guardians, working in concert with the Loa, were clearing the ground. Each of their charges repelled and buried a vanguard of demons, while the sons of Aviana and the guardian dragons circled high in the sky.

Muradin and Kurdran were lucky today; these two actually had the chance to ride guardian dragons and engage in aerial combat while roaring.

Lothar and his knights were assigned to the flank of the knights by General Jarod Shadowsong, who was said to be the commander of the War of the Ancients. They charged into battle alongside the Highmountain Tauren who rode reindeer. A small contingent of Vrykul was also assigned to Lothar's army.

Perhaps it was because Garrod felt that "the Vrykul are also human beings" that he "combined similar terms".

Lothar had no objection to this.

He knew that in this terrifying situation, even if he were to go himself, he couldn't possibly do better than that powerful elven commander, who skillfully positioned each race in the most suitable positions to withstand wave after wave of attacks from the Wither Demon Army.

Real-time command of such a large battlefield involving more than 100,000 people is a true "art of war," something Lothar himself admits he cannot yet do.

"Marshal, why is that magnificent World Tree glowing?"

The white pawn charging alongside Lothar asked in confusion:

"It started glowing a while ago, and now the light is getting brighter and brighter."

"It seems to be some kind of ceremony."

Daenerys explained:
"I just heard from Archmage Gina Golden Sword that she sensed a powerful energy flowing from the World Tree to other areas, an energy flow comparable to the Sunwell. Perhaps the Archdruids are setting up some strange defenses?"

"Oh, I don't understand."

Bai Zu brandished his elven longsword, glanced around, and whispered:
“When we moved here just now, I saw the Gilnean war banner standing on the other side of the mountain. I suspect that the Gilnean worgen may have come as well, but they are not fighting with us.”

"Isn't that normal?"

Bolvar Fordragon, the alpha wolf of Bloodfang, sensed the turbulent winds rising in Mount Hyjal and whispered:
“Goldling fights here, it’s only natural that his kin come here, the final battle between the white wolf and the black wolf will also take place here, and I am one of the participants.”

"The demons are charging! Charge with me!"

Lothar discovered a demon emerging from a portal at the edge of the area, and he immediately led his knights to charge in that direction.

The Highmountain Tauren followed closely behind, but the Marshal was unlucky in this confrontation. A fel lord suddenly appeared and killed Lothar's warhorse with an axe, sending the Marshal flying.

After landing, he grabbed the Emperor's Sword and summoned the Guardians of Kings. He and his ancestors fought bravely among the demons.

But as Emperor Thoradin was hacking and slashing wildly with his barbarian war cry, he was noticed by the Vrykul shieldwoman wearing Lightforged armor.

Heya blinked as she looked at the golden spirit. She felt that this thing was somewhat familiar. How come it looked so much like the barbarian king from another continent that her grandmother had described?
Heya is a woman of action; she seeks out answers to her questions.

So she grabbed her battle axe and hacked down demons, easily leading her sisters to Lothar's side. The marshal also noticed the shield maiden squad approaching him, and he politely nodded to them, only to find that Heya ignored him completely.

The Shield Maiden rushed to the side of the Kings' Guard, ignoring the blazing holy light, and grabbed Emperor Thoradin's wrist.

She asked directly:

"Are you Thoradin, the King of Stromgarde?"

She spoke the Vrykul language, but Emperor Thoradin was startled and turned to look at Heya, who had removed her helmet, revealing a face that was beautiful to the Vrykul but somewhat rugged to humans, especially those eyes that the emperor had never forgotten for over two thousand years.

"Ah! You're her daughter?"

Emperor Thoradin shouted in Vykul:
"Wait, you're my granddaughter?"

"maybe."

Heya looked him up and down, then pouted and said:
“But you’re too weak. Sure enough, what Grandmother said about deliberately holding back in the seventh duel was true. She just pitied you and wanted to taste something different from the Vrykul.”

"Bullshit! I won fair and square! Your grandmother is the one who's just being stubborn."

Thoradin roared, then turned to Lothar and shouted:
“Come here! Fate has brought my granddaughter before me, Lothar, come and pay your respects, uh, little ancestor?”

The Losa people are numb.

Well, on this battlefield where the anti-demon alliance is united in fighting against the world's enemy, he's numb.

(End of this chapter)