Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 375, Section 65: Elune's Mother's Private Thanks - Bonus Chapter for "Huo Zheng Ting Hao" Brother [75]

By the time Lothar arrived aboard the Exodar, it was already night after the Battle of Mount Hyjal.

Demons still linger in many places throughout the Holy Mountain. The elves under the Black Raven King are launching attacks in all directions, and Jarod Shadowsong is also leading some reserve forces of the anti-demon alliance to seize the opportunity to invade Felwood Forest and reclaim the demon-infested lands.

Like the Eastern Continent, Kalimdor currently has a very large number of demons.

Especially the desolate lands where the corrupted landed, which had become the "headquarters" of demons, would take the anti-demon alliance several months to destroy and purify.

However, these things have nothing to do with Diakum anymore.

The Vigilant is currently preparing for the meeting between Elder Velen and Kil'jaeden. He will not stay in Kalimdor for long, and after the demon invasion ends, the "salvation plan" concerning the Eredar must be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

The Burning Legion has three high demon lords. The fall of the Defiler will not stop the Legion's advance; on the contrary, it will enrage them to harass Azeroth time and time again. Dick and the Eredar must squeeze out time to deal with the various hidden dangers existing on Azeroth's homeland.

“You don’t look too good, Lothar.”

The guard, carrying a box, strode over and, noticing the marshal's furrowed brow, said:

"Did something go wrong?"

"Well, there's something very troublesome that's making it difficult for me to decide."

Losa did not hide anything.

He regarded the vigilant as a trusted friend and was about to begin describing him when he suddenly stopped.

He looked at Diakum, pondering the various missions this alien saint bore. The marshal felt that Diakum's burden was already too heavy, and he should not let him carry any more pressure.

Most importantly, the Vigilant has repeatedly emphasized that he and the Lightforged Chapter will not intervene in the epic rebuilding of the Imperium of Man; they will only intervene when evil forces intervene, and the matter currently troubling Lothar does not constitute the intervention of evil forces.

Therefore, after much thought, Losa ultimately did not say anything.

He shook his head and said with a smile:
"It's nothing! I'll discuss it with my strategists and commanders and come up with an idea. Humanity and I can't always rely on your assistance to move forward. You've helped us so much already."

"Well, if you feel that I don't need to be involved, then I'm happy to take it easy."

Dick blinked.

He had actually guessed Lothar's dilemma, but adults should know when to stop. As Lothar said, if all the difficulties were solved by Diakum, would humanity just sit back and enjoy the fruits of others' labor?

If fate has given the brave a "storm trial," then they should complete it themselves.

"This should be returned to you."

Diakum placed the equipment box on the ground, released the seal of the Holy Light, and gestured for Lothar to enter.

The marshal stepped forward and pushed the box open.

Inside was the Lion Roar battle armor that Dick had worn before.

This item was severely damaged when dealing with C'Thun's dark threat, and was almost unwearable, but it was later repaired by the Lightforged Warband's Lightforged craftsmen and is now back to its perfect condition.

It still retains the roaring lion's appearance, but the Lightsmiths used the unique jewelry-making skills of the Eredar to repair the cracks and damage, making the armor covered with holy light crystals. Moreover, because it has been worn by the Vigilant Saint for a long time, the power of this growth-type armor has been honed to near perfection.

Lothar reached out and stroked the armor. Wherever his fingers touched, flowing light adorned the armor as if shrouded in a veil of light, and holy words carved into it appeared faintly.

The marshal could even hear faint hymns echoing within.

"This armor was originally made for you by your brother Medivh. I almost completely damaged it when I borrowed it before."

Now that you have defeated the Greenskinned Orcs' Warchief with your own hands, ending the war and forging unity as Medivh had hoped, you are clearly worthy to wear Medivh's gifts with a clear conscience.

With the majesty of the lion king, he led human civilization out of the mire and towards a glorious future.

Diakum patted Lothar on the shoulder and said:

"I have consecrated this armor, making it an artifact of the Holy Light. Once you wear it, it will elevate your personal strength to the level of a near-demigod. In the increasingly dangerous world of Azeroth, such protection is absolutely necessary."

Medivh's power can be biased according to the wearer's power, meaning you can also forge new moral codes and oaths for it, making it a unique artifact of your own.

Lothar nodded.

Then, recalling his conversation with Diakum, he smiled and asked:

"You once said that I am the 'Hand of Fate' that you, the 'Hand of Fate,' created in Azeroth, so am I performing to your satisfaction now?"

"Do you want to hear the truth?"

Dick asked the question expressionlessly, then grinned and replied with a smile under Lothar's gaze:

"The answer is that it's not quite there yet, but it's starting to look promising."

"So, only when I have recovered the lost territory and raised the imperial flag again will you acknowledge that I have reversed that cruel fate, right?"

Lothar picked up the helmet of the armor in front of him and asked a question. Diakum nodded but did not respond much. However, Lothar could feel the expectations and blessings that this vigilant saint had for him.

They were walking the same path.

The enemy they face is not one to be easily defeated, but that doesn't matter; the unwavering fight of those who defy fate has nothing to do with their enemy.

Lothar left with the equipment box. Dick had planned to meditate for a while and wait for Illidan to arrive before setting off back to the Eastern Continent to complete important matters. However, instead of Illidan, he was greeted by Old Staghelm.

"Lady Malorne is about to be reborn from the dream, and we invite you to attend the ceremony."

Old Deerhelm said to the watchman:

"This is the will of Master Malfurion, and also the will of the Nightsworn. They wish that you, the distinguished guest who has once again helped the Kaldorei overcome their fate, could participate in our important ceremony."

Diakum, who was writing a new holy covenant, raised an eyebrow.

He knew that the elves had extracted a lot of life force to resurrect demigods before the World Tree exploded, but he didn't expect the process to be so fast.

How long has it been since the Nordrassil explosion?
It's only been a few days since Maroron died, not even the seventh day after his death, and you're already planning to bring the Great White Deer back up to work for you?

Hey, even the most ruthless capitalists aren't this vicious.

But that's one thing, the fact that they sent a high druid to invite them means that this is not just a simple matter of "attending a ceremony." It's likely that there are some hidden problems on the Nightsworn's side that require Dick to go over.

It's no exaggeration to say that Diakum is currently the most powerful Force Walker the elves can find in Azeroth. The Nightsworn's previous loss of control was brought under control by the Vigilantes, and in this matter, the Stormrage brothers clearly intend to seek the advice of "professionals."

Therefore, Dick did not decline.

He closed the second Holy Book, which was one-third full, and got up to call the twins to come with him to the ceremony. Nellie was currently absorbing the anima orb left by Cenarius in the cabin, and she couldn't be disturbed.

Gemini is very happy.

Without the interference of the "wild woman," this trip was considered a spring outing with Dick. Although they might not actually have any issues with Nelly, women are naturally inclined to engage in subtle and overt competition.

"Even the Jade Dream is not peaceful."

When the group, led by Old Staghelm, set foot in the Emerald Dreamland near Mount Hyjal, Saloras frowned and said:

"A terrible darkness lurks here. It seems that the demise of the World Tree has also affected the Emerald Dream."

"Yes, you are very perceptive."

Old Deer Helmet explained with a serious expression:
"After Nordrassil collapsed, the nightmare zone in the dream world expanded rapidly, and those restless satyrs also attacked everywhere. They were no match for us in the material world, but they were like fish in water in the dream world."

Previously, the Emerald Legion had been able to cleanse and suppress the dream world, but now, without the assistance of the green dragons, the Cenarion Circle alone is no longer sufficient.

We plan to invite some Loa gods skilled in purification to participate in the cleansing of the dream. The World Mother granted them the freedom to enter and exit the Emerald Dream, so they should shoulder this responsibility.

"So, the elves and trolls are going to cooperate?"

Orestes blinked and said:
"Is this an attempt to shelve the dispute?"

Old Deerhelm's expression wasn't good, but he finally nodded and said in a low voice:
"The Black Raven King is negotiating with Princess Talanji. As long as the trolls don't keep talking about the 'dark trolls' all the time, the relationship between the two sides can indeed be eased a bit."

There aren't many troll clans in Kalimdor. The Kingdom of Elune and the Zandalari Empire don't have much territorial dispute; the main conflict is some 'opposition' between their traditional cultures.

However, once the higher-ups reach an agreement, the two systems can try to integrate. For us druids, the current situation is dire, and we welcome the troll Loa priests to participate in the maintenance of the dream realm.

Staghelm's words were completely insincere; in other words, "I still don't intend to admit defeat, but the pressure is too great right now and I desperately need someone to take the fall, so I'll just have to swallow my pride and accept it for now."

This conflicted attitude elicited a less-than-respectable laugh from Gemini, even causing the vigilant to smirk.

These trolls and elves are truly a pair of sworn enemies who love and hate each other.

Even if the Star Soul Lord is forcing the two sides to reconcile, judging from their expressions, they'll probably be agonizing over it for quite a while.

In the area that originally belonged to Malorne's Dream Sanctuary, Malfurion and the other Archdruids had made preparations, and the Malorne Statue, brimming with life energy, was placed at the site where the Great White Stag had fallen.

Its enormous antlers, which it had previously left behind, were also recovered and placed next to the icon.

Quite a few people were invited to witness the ceremony. Diakum spotted the Loa priests from the troll side, who were probably planning to "steal" the techniques. Their eyes were wide open, not missing a single move by the archdruids.

Although the Loa priests also possess shapeshifting abilities, their traditions are more akin to "heretical and unorthodox" compared to the orthodox Druidic lineage.

A priest can only transform into a wild beast under the blessing of the Loa, which is far less than the druids' freedom to "change size at will." This opportunity to glimpse the orthodoxy is quite rare.

The follower of the Ancestor, the Archdruid Elereth, was reciting the incantation of the Eternal Spirit in rather elegant and obscure poetry; such a highly ritualistic event should be presided over by cultured individuals.

Judging from the way she was shaking her head, she was clearly immersed in the culturally rich recitation.

It is said that Kang Zu had also contributed to protecting the World Tree, but the unfortunate owl was captured by Cenarius and its wings were almost torn off, with most of its feathers burned off.

It's likely that Cenarius harbored some personal grudge against Kangzu, and turning him into a bald bird was a rather insulting act.

“I’m ready. The Illidari have drawn on their Witcher Masters to form a squad.”

Illidan approached Diakum and whispered:
"Once the ceremony is complete, we can set off. The hunting warships in the planet's orbit are also ready. As you said, several warships have indeed detected the Legion's fleet signal entering this star system."

There's still enough time; we can set up an ambush.

"Ah."

Dick nodded, making the sign of the Holy Symbol on his chest as a blessing for Marorne's successful resurrection, and whispered:

"How is Nightsworn? She used the Wrath of the Moon to save you two. Is she still able to control herself?"

"Tyrande can still hold on, but the moonlight summoned by Malorne after her resurrection will put her to sleep again."

Illidan sighed and said:

"Malfurion and I tried to persuade her, but Tyrande was unwilling to burden the people with unnecessary pressure. She volunteered to go to the Warden's Cave in the Broken Isles and enter a deep sleep on a secluded island far from the people."

This can't go on forever!
Didn't you send people to the Shadowlands? Have they sent any news back?

“I am just a Lightwalker, Illidan. I have no ability to cross the death realm to speak with them.”

Dick said helplessly:

"We can only wish them a successful search, and I think Tyrande's question might also be answered in the material world."

That seal!

The seal Azshara placed on her was peculiar. Lord Argus told me that the seal absorbed the Wrath of the Moon and transformed it into a strengthening of Tyrande herself. It can be said that the Nightsworn has survived to this day thanks to Azshara's assistance.

If the Elf Queen can set up that seal, it means she may have a way to solve the Nightsworn problem once and for all.

The most intriguing thing is that we've learned the truth from Tyrande: Azshara's slumber is because her soul left her body. Therefore, finding Azshara's soul across the world might just hold the key to a solution.

Illidan fell silent, then shook his head and said:

“I would rather go to the Land of the Dead myself to find those Moon Gods of War than have any more contact with Azshara! You haven’t seen her, Diakum, you don’t know how awful the Elven Queen’s personality is.”

Dick did not answer.

He gestured for Illidan to pause the conversation.

Before everyone's eyes, the statue of Malorne burst forth with a powerful light of life. The statue, like a growing body, transformed into a ball of pure white moonlight in the abundance of life force, and the antlers that had been placed there were also drawn into the light.

A moment later, the elegant and beautiful white deer stepped out of the land of green grass and flowers surrounded by vitality.

The moment it raised its head, a beautiful ray of moonlight shone down, draping the white deer in a veil of moonlight.

Wow, look how loving that couple is!

Dick couldn't help but sigh.

Even though Lady Elune has been harassing that lone wolf Goldrinn, it seems that Lady Elune may not have any intention of falling in love with someone else. Her love with Malorne is very stable. When her lover was resurrected, moonlight immediately shone down on him, as if they were inseparable.

Which other wilderness god gets this treatment?
Oh dear, is this kind of intimate interaction between a true god and his lover something we "holy light cannons" can watch without paying?
When Malorne reappeared in the dream amidst flowers and grass, the Stormbringers breathed a sigh of relief. They knew that although the Wild Gods had eternal spirits that could constantly rise and fall between life and death, the resurrection of these creatures was very mysterious. It wasn't that having enough vitality would necessarily lead to their rapid resurrection.

Some take many years to reshape their bodies, while others go even further, leaving behind mysterious prophecies saying things like "they will only return to reality at a predetermined time."

The most striking thing is someone who does whatever he wants, like a guy like Goldling!

Dick believed that even if the Night Elves gave the White Wolf enough life force, the rebellious White Wolf would never choose to resurrect in the short term, and it really needed some time to regroup.

But then, amidst the gasps of the crowd, the great white stag Malorne strolled in, bathed in moonlight.

It walked through the crowd and stopped in front of Diakum.

Malorne lowered his head and touched Diakum's shoulder with his exaggerated antlers. As the moonlight shone, a ball of cold moonlight gathered in front of the Vigilant. When Malorne shook his head to indicate that he should hold it, Dick knew that the "completion reward" after clearing the "Mount Hyjal" dungeon and participating in the world boss Cenarius the Defiler had arrived.

He smiled solemnly and reached out to touch Malorne's enormous antlers.

He then grasped the ball of cold moonlight, and as the light shimmered in his palm, Dick vaguely heard a soft voice say to him:
"Thank you for everything you've done for them."

“This is the will of the Holy Light and the direction of my righteousness. You are too kind.”

Dick responded in his mind, and then the light screen in front of him flickered, forming a prompt:
"【Hidden Mythical Appearance of the Sacred Steed/Life Steed: Lost Guardian (Moon Goddess's Sword and Reindeer)】 has been obtained!"

hint!

This mythical vehicle can be used as a combat vehicle. It is endowed with great strength and endurance and is proficient in a variety of cavalry tactics, making it your best partner when charging.

This mythical vehicle can be linked with the Radiant Holy Spirit, and its size can freely change according to the rider's size.

This mythical vehicle can travel through dreams, and under special circumstances, riding the Lost Guardian allows one to enter the dreams of others.

This mythical vehicle ignores all maze effects; when riding the Lost Guardian in moonlit lands, the rider is bathed in moonlight, dispelling all illusions and bewildering effects.

The vigilant's eyes were filled with joy.

With this powerful vehicle that he could ride in battle, his title of "Paladin" was finally well-deserved.

This trip was worthwhile just for this reason alone.

He looked up and, along with the others, watched Malorne walk away into the dream world, disappearing into its heavens. Then, Diakum turned to Illidan and said:

"Let's go, let's set off to meet with Commander Kil'jaeden."

"Commander?"

"Yes, he was my superior, and the eternal war commander of the Eredar, but don't worry, the respect I hold in my heart will not affect the scorching holy light I unsheathe when we confront him."

Ps:

Old Huo's bonus chapter is finally done; next, I'll start giving bonus chapters to the other patrons.

There are currently 130 chapters missing.

The next bonus chapter will be on May 6th.

(End of this chapter)