Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 364, Section 54: The Lich Warlock Who Enjoyed Eating Whale Fall Was So Satisfied!

The Grand Druids of the Cenarion Circle gathered in the World Tree Temple.

Not only night elves, but also tauren, quilboars, bearmen, and even some troll Loa priests were urgently summoned.

They surrounded Malfurion, together orchestrating a mysterious and vast ritual. The verdant light of life was continuously drawn from the encircling branches of the World Tree, and then distributed through the statue of the Wild God placed in the temple.

This is a process that cannot be interrupted; once it is stopped, all previous efforts will be wasted.

Therefore, Jarod Shadowsong, as the commander-in-chief of the Battle of Mount Hyjal, specially arranged for the strongest warriors to guard this ceremony; to be precise, there were only two of them.

Illidan Stormrage and Lord Diakum Zastins, a saint from another world.

Of course, besides the two of them, the Night Oath, who was resting in the nearby Temple of Luna, could also join the battle if necessary, but the risk of her going into battle was too high, so on the advice of the Vigilant, Garrod Shadowsong listed her as an alternative.

Simply put, the general reserve team.

He would only send out Night Oaths to fight when all else failed.

Currently, although the allied forces of various races are feeling the pressure, they have not yet been suppressed to the point of being unable to fight back by the minions of the corrupted. As long as Cenarius does not personally take action, the battles in various parts of Mount Hyjal can still be held up with difficulty.

This is, after all, the most elite force drawn from all over the world. Ordinary demon legions cannot defeat the anti-demon alliance in a short time. If they fight freely and use more tactics, Garrod is even confident that he can delay the demon army in various parts of the continent for at least a few months.

However, the demons' portal tactics were so outrageous that almost all the tactics on paper became ineffective.

"The plague is almost ready! I can smell the corrupting aura here, the life force twisted by fel energy! The corruptor wants to use it to corrupt and manipulate the World Tree, it's really dreaming."

Standing before the temple, Illidan used the fel crystals of the Illidari to mobilize his demon hunters to strike demons in different key areas, and said to Diakum:
"But this is not a bad thing."

That guy's ambition began to grow.

When it killed Malorne and awakened Tyrande, causing chaos, it should have followed the Dark Titan's orders to storm the World Tree Temple and completely destroy the sacred tree. However, it chose to boil the plague to realize its own ambitions.

Cenarius failed to follow the Dark Titan's orders, causing it to miss its best opportunity.

Diakum sat cross-legged on the cushion, closed his eyes, and surveyed the battlefield with the gaze of a follower. He would occasionally send out blessings from afar and issue orders to the commanders of the Lightforged Chapter. Relying on the War Power - Rally, the Lightforged had become the most mobile force on the Mount Hyjal battlefield.

Wherever they are needed, they will be transported in the light and appear there.

The Forged Dragons were positioned on the outskirts of the battlefield to assist the Wild Families in destroying demon strongholds and repelling demon invasions. Onyxia and her sisters were also there; they had no intention of coming to the World Tree to fight alongside the Guardian Dragons.

In response to Illidan's mockery of the Demon Lord, Diakum nodded and said:

"That's normal, Illidan. Any being who knows the potential of the Supreme Star Soul would be filled with ambition at such a moment. Sargeras wanted to destroy the threat, but the Corruptors craved more—the influence and temptation of the Fel Force."

It is well known that the Void and Fel realms are paradises for ambitious individuals.

But the druids need to hurry, the polluters could act at any moment.

Speaking of which, how many Wild Gods does your brother plan to resurrect using the life force of the World Tree?

"Not much."

Illidan glanced back at the temple. He was also a Kaldorei and had participated in the War of the Ancients. Illidan's life experience was quite rich. Before becoming a Demon Hunter, he was a Moon Guardian, and before that, he was a Druid Apprentice.

He and his brother had both studied under Cenarius, so they knew a little about the Wild God.

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"First and foremost is Malorne! Whether the Lost Watcher can be resurrected is directly related to Tyrande's safety, and Malorne holds a revered position among the Wild Gods, who also demand that Malfurion bring it back."

Next is Asaman, the god of the black panther.

That fierce leopard goddess saved the city of Suramar during the War of the Ancients, and she is also one of the sources of power for the druids, so Ashaman will be resurrected today.

Finally, there is the 'wise man' Tortula.

That giant sea turtle was very unlucky. Ten thousand years ago, when the Well of Eternity burst, it happened to be near the coast of Zin-Azsari fighting off demons, and was torn to pieces by the cataclysmic destruction.

Although Tortura's relationship with the night elves wasn't particularly close, it was a rare exception among the wild gods, maintaining a close relationship with the Loa; it even had a Loa 'brother' named Toga.

Illidan shook his head and said with a sneer:
"The resurrection of the wise man will bring the Wild God and the Loa closer together. With the Star Soul Lord speaking now, Malfurion and his Cenarion Circle must also consider some deeper implications."

Many wild gods perished in the War of the Ancients, but some of them transformed into Loa and continued to exist.

Moreover, Malfurion couldn't spare enough life force to revive more demigods in such a rush. If he had more time, he might have used the excess life force to heal the weakened demigods, such as Aviana, Eisena, and the annoying Kangzu.

Although they are all alive, none of them have fully recovered from the wounds of the ancient war.

Those trolls...tch, greedy creatures hoping for a share, and even the Loa want a taste of the World Tree's energy. What a bunch of gluttonous beasts!

"Don't be so harsh, Star Hunter."

Diakum advised:
"After all, they came to help. If it weren't for the Loa's united deterrence in the dream, your brother and the Druids might not have been able to escape unscathed from the Corruptors. Since the World Tree is going to be destroyed today anyway, it's better to give that excess life force to the Loa so they can fight bravely against the enemy."

But I have some concerns.

The Star Soul Lord once stated bluntly that the World Tree had been corrupted by nightmares. It was precisely the existence of Nordrassil that caused the Star Soul so many nightmares, indicating that the tree's life force was not pure. Would resurrecting a demigod using it create hidden dangers?

Illidan fell silent.

He used to be a druid, and he knew this was possible. The Wild Gods were "eternal spirits" formed from the purest life force, and if the life force that made up their bodies was contaminated, it could bring them more risks.

but.
"There's no time to eliminate and purify the nightmares. Let's bring them back to life first! Drive the demons away first, and we can deal with the rest later."

Illidan shook his head and said:
"Killing the Corruptor is the top priority right now. The explosion of the World Tree will release a massive amount of life force in an instant. Even if that energy cannot completely destroy Cenarius, it will sever its connection with the Twisting Nether, preventing it from gaining more power from fel energy. Then everyone can swarm in and eliminate it!"

Diakum glanced at his fully recovered right arm and nodded as he moved his still somewhat weak fingers.

A moment later, amidst the clamor of the battlefield, there seemed to be some movement in the distant Fel Realm.

"Cenarius is coming, carrying a flask of terrible plague. Just smelling it makes old Ansu dizzy; it's the most terrifying corrosive poison in the Star Sea!"

Old Ansu's scream rang in Dick's ears, urging him on:
"Quick! Go and stop it! Don't let the plague get close. That thing can not only corrode the World Tree, but all lower life forms that are infected by the plague will be dragged into the realm of fel energy in an instant."

"Quack, I'm certain that those guys who haven't gone far in their respective Forces are no match for the corrupting pull of the Demonic Plague."

Cenarius is waiting for you to gather the world's strongest warriors here so it can wipe them out with its demonic plague! It doesn't care about the casualties of the Wither army, because it's certain that today it will gain even more powerful minions.

"I don't need to give the order."

Diakum stood up and said:
“Gallord Shadowsong fought in the War of the Ancients, he knows when to give which order. By the way, you’re already here, why are you hiding anything?”
Show yourselves and fight!
"We can't let Ms. Avina look down on you, can we?"

"Tch, I'm not afraid. I'm helping Rexxar defend against the enemy. I don't want to step into the gale of Ounhara. That female eagle seems to be in a bad mood. She's a bit too belligerent today."

Ansu said timidly:
"I'll just stay here on the edge and watch you show your power. Croak, go for it! I'll cheer you on! Also, I don't know if you've noticed, but the minions of the Force of Death are peeking around at the edge of the battlefield."

As the saying goes, "One whale fall brings forth a myriad of life," and that guy is having a blast eating whale fall right now. Aren't you going to do anything about it?

"I don't have time for them right now!"

Diakum felt the mental burning caused by the Corruptor's approach to the World Tree, and he stood up, surging with holy light, and strode forward.

Amidst the howling of the demons, the Giant of Light reappeared beneath the canopy of the World Tree. He continued to expand his body in the light, crossing the retreating lines of the anti-demon alliance, and grew stronger once more amidst the prayers of the Lightforged.

As the withered hooves of the corrupted stepped out of the fel magma and plunged into the highlands, the magnificent giant of light lowered his body and charged toward Cenarius in a horn-butting charge.

The polluter grinned as it grabbed the decaying star spear and charged forward like a centaur.

The clash between the two giants at the center gate made the entire World Tree Highlands tremble. The eruption of cracks in the ground caused the two to collide violently. The Vigilant's Iron Fist of Light, wrapped in eight-pointed light wheels, slammed into the Defiler's chin, but the latter's Filthy Hunter Spear also pierced the Lightforged body. Then, amidst the roar of the shattered Ashbringer, the burst of the Destroyer's swordsmanship caused a blinding halo to ripple through the air.

Even with their unwavering resolve, the members of the anti-demon alliance knew upon witnessing this scene that they should retreat to the outer perimeter. This was not only because General Jarod Shadowsong had given the order in time, but also because the mortals had realized that this was a battlefield they could not possibly reach.

The battle between the giant of light and the fel behemoth was like something out of a creation myth.

Illidan the Starhunter, wreathed in fel energy, swooped down from the sky like an eagle, severing the corrupted one's demonic horns as he was repelled by the Lightforger's powerful punch. Meanwhile, Maiev, carrying the wrath of the moon goddess, appeared in the black moonlight, summoning black moonfire that incinerated everything. Finally, Rhonin and Khadgar arrived at Mount Hyjal at the perfect moment, their arcane light reverberating and creating a barrage of arcane projectiles like a battering ram.

The intertwining of the four primal forces rapidly amplifies its destructive power; any mortal who touches it will die instantly.

Heya looked at the "War of the Gods," her eyes filled with longing and yearning.

If she could participate, even just cutting off a single scale from the corrupted would be enough for her to step into Valhalla with glory.

Behind her, Lothar, who was a bit disheveled after being punched a few times during the "Vrykul family reunion ceremony," saw Rhonin and Khadgar spinning in the air. He knew it was a signal, so he took out his Heart of Azeroth as well.

"Go."

Colonel Daenerys patted her fiancé on the shoulder and whispered:

"Representing humanity on this world stage! Show some spirit, don't embarrass yourself, or I'll give you a good beating when we get back."

"Go, Marshal! Join Lord Soradin in giving that great demon a good beating."

Bai Zu was also waving his fists on the side, looking like he was enjoying the show.

Lothar nodded, and stepped forward with the Emperor's Sword, but was stopped by Heya. The Vrykul looked at her "little brother" and scolded:

"What are you going there for? To die? Any one of those guys could crush you."

"That being said, I also have another identity."

Lothar shrugged and said:

"We can't keep letting you, our little darling, look down on us."

As he spoke, he raised the Heart of the World pendant in his hand high, as if undergoing some kind of dramatic and passionate transformation.

Lothar invoked the power of Mother World to empower him, and a ribbon-like azure light transformed into flames that merged into Lothar's holy light, causing the human marshal to roar thunderously. He charged forward, sword in hand, and under the astonished gazes of the other races' leaders, he rapidly expanded like a giant of light.

The Star Soul Lord was unable to create the Radiant Holy Spirit for Lothar, but He could use His wisdom and power as a "child prodigy" to simulate the form of the Giant of Light.

Therefore, a few seconds later, Lothar, also enveloped in the Worldfire, transformed into a giant and ruthlessly charged into the battlefield. Amidst the joyful laughter of Lord Thoradin, the Emperor's Sword, wrapped in flowing light like a giant blade, was swung up and slashed into the body of the corrupted, causing demonic blood to splatter everywhere.

Although he was kicked down by Cenarius's hind legs in a rather embarrassing manner the next second, this sword was enough to make the young human race famous today!

"That sword!"

Princess Talanji, who was retreating with the Loa towards the outskirts of the highlands to avoid being affected by the demonic plague, shouted:
"What is the origin of that sword in Lothar's hand? Why do I feel fear when I see it? Damn it, this is the first time I've ever seen it!"

“That’s Stromka the Destroyer, the young princess, ha, the nemesis of trolls.”

The voice of that wicked Bonsandi echoed in Talanji's ears, mockingly saying:

"It's all because the weak Amani trolls kept feeding it kills, which eventually gave Stromka the fear and suppression of the troll bloodline."

You're already being quite lucky.

The noble blood of the Zandalari can somewhat ward off fear, but the trolls of the smaller clans will scatter at the sight of Sdomkar.

Therefore, old Bumsandy advises you that once you become the Golden King, you must never engage in conflict with humans carelessly. If you absolutely must fight, you must find a way to destroy that sword first, otherwise you simply cannot win.

"Why should I send my people to fight against humans?"

The proud Princess Talanji retorted:
"We don't have any conflicts with humans. The main problem now is our diplomatic relations with the dark trolls. You, the Grim Reaper, should stop stirring things up."

The king's strength lies in restraint!
Starting a war at will will only benefit you, you treacherous fellow. Don't think I don't know you are the most disloyal of all Loari!

You're secretly plotting something, which is why you can't become a royal Loa, Bwonsamdi. You can only choose between honor and power; you can't have it all.

"Ha, that's clever, but you'd better pray you don't end up needing old Bonsandi to save your life."

The troll Grim Reaper let out a strange laugh, then left with the souls of the troll warriors who had died on the battlefield. But Bwonsamdi was not the only "Grim Reaper" active in this place.

Just as old Anzu had warned, a hidden force was quietly operating during the holy war on Mount Hyjal.

The corpse of a bear-man warrior who had died at the hands of a demon suddenly twitched, then stiffly rose like a puppet. It swayed as it picked up its weapon and, along with the other equally cold bodies around it, turned and headed out of Mount Hyjal.

With the eye of the storm already formed on the battlefield and all attention shifted to the vicinity of the World Tree Highlands, the guy who had been hiding to eat "whale fall" could finally unleash his full power.

Not only Mount Hyjal, but also Felwoodson, Winterspring, Ashenvale, Desolace, and Stonetalon Mountains—all the places ravaged by demons were now experiencing the same thing: the dead were awakened and, under the manipulation of that vast, cold will, were advancing and lying in wait in various hidden strongholds.

The Lich King Gul'dan was a very cunning fellow.

It had already secretly set up "Great Graveyards" in various regions of the world, and this wave of recruitment was enough to fill the Dark Nests all over Kalimdor.

Especially in Razor Hill, in the Barrens, the ancient lair of the boar people has been occupied by the undead, making it almost the largest cemetery in Kalimdor. The Lich King's army is entrenched there, and after the Holy War at Mount Hyjal ends, the Lich King's military strength in Kalimdor will experience an unprecedented surge.

The most ingenious thing is that the Great Demon served as its perfect shield.

Before the world is cleansed of the remnants of demons, no one has time to investigate the resurrection of the undead. By the time those guys have recovered, the Lich King's army will have already become a formidable force.

Quantity
This is the Lich King's luxurious advantage.

“That idiot Zulushid will keep Razor Ridge in check; he’s a pretty good lackey.”

Gul'dan's will descended upon Mount Hyjal, watching the earth-shattering battle beneath the World Tree with a mixture of awe and trepidation, while also hoping that one day it too could become one of these powerful beings.

But it knows it is currently just a prisoner, and if it wants to pursue tomorrow and the future, it must first remove the shackles on its body.

It is patient and has a plan; now all that remains is to implement it.

As Gul'dan swiftly patrolled the battlefield, awakening the undead with the Helm of Domination, he suddenly noticed a group of Kaldorei warriors killed by demons. Even though Tichondrius had warned him not to lay a hand on the Kaldorei, Gul'dan was still tempted at this moment.

These Kaldorei bear the insignia of the Black Raven King's Guard, signifying that they are true veterans.

Such elite warriors were almost the most perfect source of manpower that Azeroth could find, so Gul'dan hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't resist his greed and secretly wanted to awaken these warriors.

But the instant the necromancy touched the Kaldorei corpse, a Moonfire spell descended from the sky, striking Gul'dan's icy will precisely, causing the Lich King to scream in pain and immediately release his grip.

It realized that it was Elune's punishment.

As expected, the Kaldorei were blessed by the moon goddess, and Gul'dan could not defile the bodies of these warriors unless they died of natural causes.

But then the Lich King came up with a brilliant idea.

Veteran soldiers aren't just found in the Kaldorei.
"Well, the High Elves also have many veterans who have served for thousands of years. Even if you have a long reach, Lady Elune, you can't control what's going on there, can you?"

The Lich King grinned.

Gul'dan was no longer content with stealing a few "whale falls"; he planned to gamble on getting something "better." Several demigods of the Highborne were present this time, and if he could capture one of them, the swordsman of Frostmourne would be secured.

As for how to defeat these demigods, Gul'dan also has a plan.

Ah, isn't his own "prison warden" right here?

This is a sacrifice for the Force of Death; even Tichondrius would have to exert a great deal of effort.

(End of this chapter)