Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 376, 66. This mighty demon hunter, please wait a moment. Would you be interested in hunting down another demon skull?
In the night of Mount Hyjal, in the encampment of the Highborne.

Master Latusius, the commander of the Moon Guard, came to visit in person. As a nobleman of Black Rook Castle during the Elven Empire, he was naturally received by Thosedrin personally.

Upon meeting, the master, who had a distinctive scar on his neck, wasted no time and explained his purpose.

"Governor Tosedlin, His Majesty invites you to a private meeting."

He said to the elven governor before him:
"If you are not busy with other matters, please come with me immediately, so as not to keep His Majesty waiting too long."

"Ok?"

Governor Tosedlin looked at the Moon Guard commander with surprise and said:

"His Majesty Kutalos told me earlier that the meeting between the Kaldorei, Quel'dorei, and Sindra elves would take place in a few days, saying that he was busy dealing with the post-war situation at Mount Hyjal first."

"Yes, Your Majesty loves your people and needs to go to all the defense lines to boost morale and personally participate in the expulsion of the demons. However, please understand that some important matters must be discussed before the meeting of the three races of elves."

Lattus explained with a smile:
"Isn't this how we High Elves operate? Do you really expect those important matters concerning the future cooperation of the three Elven races to be properly handled in a large meeting with more than a hundred participants?"
The well-being of the people is important, but the opinions of leaders must be given priority.

Not only you, but Lady Sandara and Prince Kael'thas were also invited. We also invited Headmistress Bluemoon, but unfortunately, she seemed more concerned with the safety of her students than the future of the Highborne.

At this point, the Black Crow King, who was in charge of the capital's defense, said somewhat sarcastically:
“Treating a group of students who have been practicing magic for thousands or tens of thousands of years like children is not the behavior of a leader.”

"Blue Moon is like this. She is a very responsible educator. She has always cared a lot about students. Since becoming a lich, this obsession has become even more intense."

Governor Tosedlin sighed.

As the leader of the Syndra elves, he sometimes felt helpless about Dean Bluemoon's apolitical style.

Blue Moon should have been his best asset in unifying the Highborne forces; if she had intervened, the Sandara elves might have returned to Sindra's embrace thousands of years ago.

Unfortunately, Blue Moon has no intention of doing so.

Under the watchful eye of Master Lathou, Tosedrin stood up, coughed a few times, and took a sip of the medicine. This made Lathou realize that the governor had been injured, and he said with concern:
“If you require treatment, I can persuade His Majesty to postpone our meeting; your health is of greater importance.”

"It's nothing, just some minor issues caused by depleted magic power while fighting the corruptors."

Governor Tosedlin waved his hand and said:
"Let's not keep the Black Crow King waiting too long, let's set off now."

"You are truly an outstanding leader."

Master Lathou exclaimed:
"Putting the well-being of the people before one's own health, how long has it been since I've seen a pioneer like you since the fall of the Elven Empire?"

"It's a blessing for the Syndra elf to have you as her guide."

This compliment brought a smile to Governor Torsedrin's face, as if he had returned to the flamboyant atmosphere of the Elven Empire era. However, he himself was a noble magical prince, and Elethras, the city now chosen by the Black Raven King as the capital of the Kaldorei, was once his fief.

The city of Nasaras, which he currently commands, is the fiefdom of another magical prince, Farondis—yes, the same Phoenix Guardian from Quel'Thalas.

It can only be said that the "inheritance relationship" among the Highborne is quite messy.

Governor Syndra emerged from the camp, and his Syndra guards immediately stepped forward to follow their lord, but Master Lattusius stopped them:

"The small meeting convened by His Majesty is sensitive. It's best not to go there so openly. The main reason is that Mount Hyjal is currently a mixed bag. Apart from the Zandalari trolls who are always watching us, His Majesty does not want this meeting to be known by the Sisterhood of Elune."

Please don't worry about your safety; the Moon Guardians will take care of protecting you.

This made Tosedrin hesitate for a moment.

But then he remembered that the anti-magic alliance that had just defeated the Corruptors was still stationed at Mount Hyjal, and the Moonguards were famous spellcasters and fighters from the time of the Elven Empire. This was Kaldorei territory, so the Black Raven King's invitation should be made according to their rules.

Therefore, Governor Sindra nodded and, with only a few guards, entered the mountains under the cover of night with Latusius. Riding on white, magnificent reindeer, they crossed the battlefield under the escort of a group of hippogriff riders, heading towards the edge of Mount Hyjal.

As they walked further and further into the remote area, Tosedrin's brow furrowed even more.

他 说:

"Why is the Black Crow King holding talks here? Although the World Tree Temple has been razed to the ground, the shrines of the other Wilderness Gods are still there."

"Because His Majesty is considering personally leading the warriors to recapture Timbermaw Fortress, which has been breached by demons."

Master Lathou explained:
"That's the largest city of the Furious Claw Bearmen in Kalimdor. The Bearmen are important allies of the Kaldorei, and we must consider their feelings, so the meeting place is near Timbermaw Hold."

Look!
His Majesty's camp is just ahead at the mountain pass; you should be able to see his flag.

Looking ahead, Tosedrin could indeed vaguely see the Black Raven King's battle banner and some elven guards encamped there.

He felt somewhat calmer but was still a little wary, so he took the opportunity to activate a royal crest of El Resaras on his belt while tidying his clothes.

He believed in his dangerous instincts as a magic prince, and that something dangerous might happen tonight.

After crossing the mountain pass, Torsedrin saw the Black Raven King himself, accompanied by several guards, waiting to greet him at the camp entrance. This eased Governor Sindra's worries somewhat. He dismounted his reindeer and went forward to speak warmly with the Kaldorei leader, before they entered the camp near Timbermaw Hold together.

"Sandara and Kael'thas will be here soon."

The fully armed Black Raven King said to Governor Tosedlin:

"Please understand the suddenness of this invitation. Only in this peripheral area can I escape the eyes and ears of the Sisterhood of Elune. Alas, the conflict between theocracy and monarchy within the Kaldorei reminds me of the internal strife during Azshara's time, and it makes me feel like I'm sitting on a volcano. I hope you will forgive my presumption."

"This is indeed a troublesome problem."

Tosedlin nodded and said:

"Wasn't the split between the Quel'dorei and Kal'dorei seven thousand years ago caused by the oppression of theocracy? The fact that you've managed to suppress this conflict until now without it erupting already demonstrates your art of rule. Hmm, this sword!"

Governor Sindra entered the tent and saw the dragon-forged blade displayed on the weapon rack. He exclaimed in amazement:
"I haven't seen Quel'Serrar for ten thousand years. When I led the entire Sindra race to Zin-Azshara to participate in the war, I left it in Eldre'Thalas."

You've taken excellent care of this sword.

“I have always cherished the treasures left by my compatriots. The various books in the city of El Resalas that you personally collected have also been ordered to be kept safe. If you wish, you may return to your former fiefdom and revisit it at any time.”

King Black Raven personally poured Governor Syndra a glass of fine wine, which Tosedrin accepted with a smile.

Just as the Black Crow King smiled, the governor suddenly splashed the wine in his hand onto his face. The poisoned wine caused the Black Crow King to scream and stagger backward, leaving the Sindra guards outside the tent dumbfounded.

No, Governor!

Even if you harbor resentment towards the Black Crow King, don't be so direct! Aren't you going to consider diplomatic relations? Are you really going to tear things apart on their turf?
"This sword was previously gifted by Kortalos to an orc swordsman! The greenskins' chieftain wielded it in a duel against the human marshal Anduin Lothar. Although I wasn't there in person, I witnessed that glorious battle through my magical eye."

Tosedrin waved his hand, summoning his platinum scepter. As soon as the magnificent scepter came into his hand, the governor flicked it gently, and the two slender white sword blades on either side burst out of the scepter.

As he reunited with his guards, he shouted:

"What exactly are you? How dare you impersonate the Black Crow King and play tricks here? And you've disguised yourself so perfectly. If it weren't for this detail, I would have been fooled into drinking that cup of wine."

"Ugh, what a bunch of useless trash!"

Outside the tent, the "Master Latourius," who had been escorting the governor all the way, cursed with a grim face:

"We've fought too many simple battles, and my incompetent subordinates have forgotten their crushing defeat in Azeroth. They've made such terrible mistakes; they've utterly disgraced me!"

The truth had been revealed, and he no longer pretended.

As the fel energy flashed, the Dreadlord Tichondrius appeared, his claws outstretched. All the Moon Guardians and Black Raven Kings in the camp also removed their disguises, and one dreadlord after another appeared.

Don't bother.

Tichondrius scolded:

"The surrounding area is sealed off. You are too weak to resist, so you might as well surrender. Your Excellency, I have very high standards for choosing my prey, and you are the perfect candidate."

A powerful, wise leader who also cares deeply for the people!
When you return to Nasaras wielding the 'King's Sword,' your people will surely welcome you with great joy.

“Three demigods?” Tosedrin gripped his unique whirlwind sword, brushed a strand of hair from his temple, and spoke coldly with the air of a powerful figure:

"You might need to bring a few more powerful demons to make the fight a little fairer."

"puff"

The shadows behind the governor converged abnormally at this moment. Amidst the twisting and transformation of the dark humanoid, a dark dagger pierced Governor Torseidrin's back. Although the assassin was forced back by the explosive energy of arcane magic in the next instant, he was still at a disadvantage before the battle even began because of this fatal assassination.

"We did look for it; you underestimated our caution."

Tichondrius laughed and waved his claws, and the surrounding dreadlords swarmed forward amidst Tosedrin's roar.

The Fear Lord watched with amusement as his leader, the Syndra, was about to be dragged to her death by her servants, then turned to his shadow and said:
"Thank you for your help, Ms. Akali. The most outstanding Deathblade of the Argus Assassin's Court is truly terrifying. Please also give my regards to Lord Targas the Hunter."

There was no response from its shadow.

Clearly, the cold and professional Manari assassin left after completing his mission, with no intention of staying any longer.

Look at the "quality" of Kil'jaeden the Conqueror's troops, and then look at the bunch of scoundrels under Cenarius the Defiler. Isn't it normal that they can't win in this godforsaken world of Azeroth?
"Gul'dan!"

After confirming that the Legion assassin Akali had left, Tichondrius pulled out a necromancer and, as if it were his master, reprimanded his subordinates on the other side:
"The Death Knight Commander you need will be delivered to Icecrown Glacier soon! Prepare Frostmourne; I can't wait to see this cursed sword devour the very essence of the Elven Empire."

"Yes, Your Excellency Tichondrius."

The Lich King Gul'dan's obsequious voice echoed from the necromancy runes, saying:

"Will you be returning with me? I've made some progress in Northrend and am eager to report back to you."

“I’m busy. The affairs of Kalimdor still need to be finished. After the Defiler’s defeat, the conquest of Azeroth will naturally be taken over by the next Great Demon Lord. Those two are not easy to talk to, and we servants must prepare for their arrival.”

Tichondrius said impatiently:

"Just do your job."

"Yes, sir. I wish you all the best in your endeavors in Kalimdor. You are so busy, please take good care of your health!"

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"What bad luck! Why did they have to leave the three of us here?"

High atop Mount Hyjal, watching the Exodar ascend and disappear into the clouds as a golden speck of starlight, Yrel kicked a stone in dissatisfaction and grumbled to Marad and Nubodon beside her:
"Although the Twins didn't say what the Exodar was going to do this time, I know that Commander Diakum has gathered the elite of the Lightforged Chapter, and they must be going to do something big."

I also want to dedicate myself to the Holy Light; I also want to do great things!

"We are commanding mostly new recruits. Compared to the Lightforged Warriors under the Twin Ladies, our combat strength and experience are lacking."

Marlad reassured his deputy company commander:
"If it is an important matter that requires the selection of elites, then our staying here to assist the Kaldorei in cleaning up the demonic remnants is also an important task."

"Yes, Irelia."

Nubotton also advised:
"As the future leader of the Draenei clan, you should be more composed. Also, the Lightforged Dragon Knights you lead need to practice their teamwork in battle. Their performance on the demon battlefield was not particularly impressive."

"That's true, we're still too inexperienced."

Irelia was always good at convincing herself. She shrugged, wagged her tail, and said to her two friends:

"Shall we get to work now? There are still plenty of demons in these mountains."

Marad nodded, and Yrel summoned his Lightforged Dragon to come roaring in. This black dragon, transformed into a Nergigante, was very imposing when it flew, but its body was covered with sharp spikes, making it impossible for anyone to put their feet down. The only option was to place a saddle on its neck.

As soon as Yrel took off, she immediately sensed something strange moving on the hillside not far away. So, with the roar of the Lightforged Dragon, the valiant little hoof wielded its holy blade and pounced down with its dragon steed. Then, blinding holy light burst forth in the darkness.

When Marad and Nuboton arrived, Irelia was frowning as she searched her surroundings, holding a letter.

"What it is?"

When her great-uncle asked a question, Irele shook her head and said:

"A shadow! It suddenly disappeared. It was something I'd never seen before. But the temperature here is a bit low, and there's a lingering aura of death and a strange smell of blood. Perhaps it's some kind of dead creature."

But it left behind this letter.

She handed the letter to Marad, who opened it, glanced at it, and frowned.

"A proclamation has been issued stating that the Dreadlord Tichondrius is now hiding in Timbermaw Hold and that he has just murdered Governor Torsedrin, the leader of the Sindragosa elves!"

The letter states that the dreadlord's goal is to replace Governor Torsedrin and infiltrate the upper elves of the Broken Isles.

Their next targets are Lady Sandara and Prince Kael'thas.

fast!
Whether it's true or not, immediately send men to protect the two elven leaders, and send Lightforged as well; our perception of demons is much sharper now.”

"Speaking of sensing demons, isn't that a job for demon hunters?"

Irele shook her head and said:

“We can’t detect Nathrezim’s terrifying camouflage. And shouldn’t we go check out Timbermaw Fortress? Tichondrius is a major enemy of the Holy Light Legion. It’s said that he’s been lurking in the Holy Light Universe for a long time.”

If we have the chance, we should kill it here!

“Nathrezim is unkillable, and even Commander Diakum is having a headache over this.”

Nubodon stopped Yrel from mounting the dragon, stroking the whiskers on his chin, and said:
“But I heard that the Shadowhunters recently banished a Dreadlord to the Sea of ​​No Light, where Commander Diakum has a special cage. If we are to hunt down that Dreadlord, we might need to ask General Staghelm to accompany us!”

"And the demon hunters."

Marlade said:
"They could seal the demon with their own inner demons, but unfortunately the Star Hunter and Commander Diakum have already left, otherwise Tichondrius would have no chance of escaping today."

"You're wrong about that."

Ireil ​​immediately corrected:

"It's because the Watchers and Starhunters are gone that those Dreadlords dared to plot against the Elven leader so boldly. If either of them had stayed on Mount Hyjal, the Dreadlords would have had to avoid them."

But now that we know the devil is doing evil, we, as righteous people, cannot stand idly by!
go!
Let's go demon hunting with the Illidari! We recruits are going to do big things too.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Mount Hyjal, Master Arandion warily "watched" the strange thing before her, the "Wolf Kiss" moonblade in her hand already emitting a faint golden glow.

"Death Creature! How dare you appear before the Illidari camp?"

The Demon Hunter rebuked:
"Capture without mercy!"

"I have come to deliver a message to my master."

Sallein, wearing a black hood, said in a hoarse voice:
"Dreadlord Tichondrius is currently at Timbermaw Hold, and the paladins of the Lightforged Chapter are on their way there, but they are unaware that there are other Dreadlords in the fortress. If the Illidari do not come to their aid, then the warriors under Diakum will suffer casualties."

The message has been delivered; believe it or not.
"You'd better hurry, hunters, Tichondrius won't be waiting for you."

After saying this, Salaiin took a step back and, just like when the Dreadlord disappeared, transformed into countless blood-red bats and vanished into the night.

Arandine hesitated for a moment, then whistled. The Illidari in the camp immediately rose and disappeared with her into the night of Mount Hyjal.

This is undoubtedly a conspiracy. A mysterious figure used Tichondrius's location as bait to lure the Lightforged and Illidari to hunt demons. Unfortunately, both of them are considered "demon slayers." Once captured, even a fear lord like Tichondrius would likely perish there.

But why was it the deceased who came to deliver the message?

Are there conflicts between them and demons?

And who exactly was the "master" mentioned by the deceased? This was a truly masterful use of a borrowed knife to kill.

(End of this chapter)