Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 377, Section 67: You wouldn't believe it, would you, Lord Tichondrius? It was I who betrayed you!

"Tosedrin is dead?!"

Just as the Black Raven King Kultaros Ravencrest had finished preparing his military affairs and was about to rest, he received some terrible news. The leader of the Kaldorei was so shocked that he jumped up, then felt a wave of dizziness and slumped back onto his cot.

This dizzy feeling was completely unfamiliar to him.

Something seemed to be wrong with his body. The sudden arrival of such terrible news while he was exhausted caused Black Crow King's blood pressure to rise.

His guards were also startled, especially Master Lathouus, who came to report the news.

He thought it was some kind of evil curse, so he rushed forward to cast a dispelling spell on the Black Crow King, but no matter how busy he was, he couldn't improve Kutalos's condition.

When Kael'thas arrived at the camp, still bearing the marks of battle, and saw the chaotic scene before him, the Quel'dorei prince couldn't help but offer a warning:
"Stop! The Black Crow King is not cursed!"

"No! This must be some kind of magical effect. His Majesty has always been healthy, how could this suddenly happen?"

"He's just getting old!"

Kael'thas scolded:
"Nordasi is gone, the Kaldorei's immortality has ended, and you have returned to the cycle of birth, aging, sickness and death. My distant relatives, the Black Raven King was already over two thousand years old during the Elven Empire era. He is probably one of the oldest living elves. Isn't it only natural that he is weak and plagued by diseases?"

The reminder startled all the elves in the tent, and even caused the coughing Kutalos to show a helpless expression. He reached out and pushed aside the tense guards beside him, then forced himself to stand up and asked:

"What exactly is going on with Tosedlin?"

"The dreadlords lured Governor Torsedrin to the border of Mount Hyjal in your name, and murdered him near Timbermaw Hold. The dreadlords thought they had done a perfect job, but Governor Torsedrin activated his royal insignia when he sensed the danger."

He was confident in his own abilities, but he overlooked the demons' cunning; they had used a terrifying assassin to kill Governor Tosedrin.

Kael'thas said regretfully:

"At the moment of his death, the recorded information was sent to Dean Blue Moon, whom he trusted most."

Dean Bluemoon and Lady Sandara have now rushed to Timbermaw Keep to retrieve Governor Torsedrin's remains. Nassaras Academy has a complete set of lich conversion rituals, and as long as the remains are retrieved, Governor Torsedrin can survive in another form for a certain period of time.

I have been sent to deliver this terrible news to you.

Dean Bluemoon asked me to tell you to immediately disperse the Illidari to every important defensive line currently garrisoned, to prevent the Dreadlord from taking advantage of the chaos to infiltrate.

Their camouflage was too perfect.

Once they take advantage of the situation, the chaos will only escalate.

"I must go there myself!"

Black Crow King stood up and said:

"The misfortune that befell Torseidrin in the Kaldorei territory will lead to a terrible diplomatic incident. The Vigilant has created this hard-won opportunity for our three races of elves, and we cannot let the demons ruin it."

I must... cough cough."

Kutalos felt a wave of dizziness, as if a weak, invisible ghost was pulling at his body.

The concept of "aging," which had never existed in the past ten thousand years, troubled the leader of the Kaldorei at this moment, making him truly aware of the distress and helplessness that other races felt when faced with the inescapable threat of death.

He knew he needed to rest.

Under Kael'thas's regretful gaze, he sat back in his chair, rubbing his forehead to maintain his composure. Then he looked up and said to the Sunstrider prince:
"The dreadlord's vicious plan cannot stop at the murder of poor Tosedrin. I suspect that there are already demonic minions spreading the news in Azsuna and Natharas."

They wanted to pin the blame for the death on Cadore or Queldorei.

They want to prevent the elves from reuniting after ten thousand years!

Kael'thas, you must come with me to the Broken Isles with Blue Moon and Sandara.

The meeting of the three races must be held in Nasaras. The death of Tosedrin must be handled with utmost care, otherwise the elves will inevitably face another wave of division.

“I will, and my position is not enough to eliminate the impact of this matter.”

Kael'thas said:
“I will inform my father and try my best to persuade him and Warden Farondis to go to the Broken Isles for the meeting. Nasalas was once Warden Farondis’s fiefdom, and he is very popular there. Perhaps he can help us quell any unnecessary turmoil.”

Please rest.

I am heading to Timbermaw Keep to assist the Lightforged and the Illidari in hunting down the culprit. Tichondrius must pay the price for what it has done!
It tried to divide us again using malicious means, but such underhanded schemes will only make us more united!

The Sun Chaser prince bowed gracefully, then turned and left.

The tent fell silent. The Black Crow King sat alone in a chair, looking at his fingers, which were weaker than ever before.

After Nordasil's blessing dissipated, time seemed to return double the "punishment" that Châtalus had "stolen." He closed his eyes in regret, and after a moment's sigh, said to Lathusius:
"Bring Malfurion Stormrage and Lady Maiev over here, but don't alert anyone else."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

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"Nathrezim, where do you think you're going!"

Yrel's battle cry echoed through the gloomy Timbermaw Hold, and the Lightforged's "Demon Slayer Oath," a bonus they received when facing demons, made the holy flames burn even more intensely.

Marlaad brought all his Lightforged warriors with him, and even Yrel's Lightforged dragons were positioned to block several exits of Timbermaw Hold.

They arrived quickly but not recklessly. In addition to the above arrangements, the five dragonflights of Diakum were also invited. At this time, Onyxia, the "Double Flower Red Stick," was having a great time in Timbermaw Hold.

The place is too small for the Black Dragon Princess to fight in her dragon form, but that doesn't matter. In her human form, she is just as fierce as a runaway dump truck.

Tichondrius was quite upset.

The Dreadlord has just carried out a perfect murder and is now in Timbermaw Hold, conspiring with his sinister minions on how to use Governor Torsedrin's disguise to stir up trouble in the Broken Isles.

Before the disguise could be fully adjusted, the Lightforgers stormed in.

Its speed was so fast that the Dreadlord didn't have time to react before being trapped there.

To make matters worse, the Illidari have also invaded from the other side. These demon hunters possess troublesome ghost vision, making it impossible for demons to escape their pursuit, and the Lightforgers have brought Shadowhunters with them.

The Sand Guards under General Staghelm received the "Eye of Truth" during their first sacrifice, which could also see through all illusions.

This essentially blocked any possibility of the demons escaping, turning Timbermaw Fortress into their burial ground.

"Don't worry, we'll be able to open the rift to the Twisting Nether shortly!"

Tichondrius has the air of a great general.

As the current leader of the Nathrezim, this sinister dreadlord always keeps a trump card up his sleeve. He said to the demons around him:
"So what if they block the passage to the material world? We are demons, and we can escape smoothly under any circumstances. This is a lesson! You should all watch and learn carefully, and stop relying on your disguise skills to run around recklessly. The most important thing in our line of work is to use your brain."

The other dreadlords nodded in agreement, praising their leader as truly awesome.

Well, that's how Nathrezim are. The atmosphere where they congregate is almost exactly the same as when warlocks congregate. The two have quite a few things in common, which is rather strange.

For example, they love to betray their own people, have no concept of "loyalty," and enjoy stirring up trouble.

As the forefathers of the "espionage industry" in the Azerothian universe, the Nathrezim are so vile that even the hellhounds in remote areas of the Twisting Nether would spit at them when they pass by.

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Soon, the rift leading to the Twisted Void was torn open.

By this time, the Illidari and the Lightforged had already stormed into the core area of ​​Timbermaw Hold, one after the other. The lower-ranking demons perfectly fulfilled their role as cannon fodder, buying time for the "big shots" to relocate.

With a wave of his hand, Tichondrius sent a low-ranking dreadlord rushing toward the fel rift to test its way in. But as soon as he stepped in, the rift suddenly closed as if there was a malfunction, with a snap like the sharpest blade, cutting the dreadlord in two right in front of the Nathrezim.

The cut was so smooth that the unfortunate fellow didn't even have time to transform into a swarm of bats and steal it.

It's really terrible.

"The space has been sealed off."

A Nasrezim screamed:
"It's High Elf magic. I saw this kind of spell in Azshara's court back then. It's really authentic! It must be Elia Bluemoon who's here. She looks very angry."

"You even went and analyzed it! Look how capable you are!"

Tichondrius cursed, feeling somewhat helpless as it looked at its subordinates who didn't seem to care much.

The dreadlords' unique nature means they are truly unafraid of such desperate situations. At worst, they will be killed and sent back to the Twisting Nether to wait in line for a chance to win. If they encounter a killer like Diakum, even if their demonic souls are burned away, they can still return to the realm of the dead and be reborn.

Nathrezim are one of the few unique life forms that can freely enter and leave the world of the dead. Because they can do whatever they want without dying, dreadlords are more free and more eccentric than other demons. They especially like to cause trouble and big things.

"Alright, alright, since we're blocked, let's prepare to 'die for the legion'!" The Fear Lord waved his hand and barked.
"Go and fight those righteous allies to the death. Before you die, take someone down with you. I'll get ready here. You go first, and I'll follow shortly."

I'll take this opportunity to go back to Argus and report my recent work to the Shaper.

If you're unlucky enough to end up back in your "hometown," remember to report back to "that important person," otherwise it won't look good if it seems like we haven't achieved anything noteworthy in the material world.

"As ordered."

The dreadlords scattered in a flash, and soon the echoes of fierce battle resounded throughout Timbermaw Hold, along with the screams of Nathrezim as they were purified.

Perhaps it was because "that person" overemphasized the lurking nature and near-perfect Force adaptability of these creatures when creating Nathrezim that the combat power of the Dreadlords was at the bottom among demons of the same rank.

The reason why Tosedrin was so confident in facing the siege of Nathrezim was because once the dreadlords were brought out from their lurking state, their destructive power was very limited.

It's like the saying that a bullet that hasn't left the barrel is always the most dangerous.

Therefore, expecting these guys to be able to stop the ferocious Lightforged and Illidari is wishful thinking. However, Tichondrius is now seriously considering a problem.

How exactly was it exposed on this side of Mount Hyjal?
Logically speaking, his murder of Thosedrin was perfect. He chose a remote location, enlisted the help of Targas's top assassins, the battle was short, and the aftermath was handled professionally, leaving no trace. Even with the Illidari patrolling nearby, it would have taken them time to track him down.

But now, less than ten minutes after he handed over Tosedrin's body to three Salrain servants to be taken away, the Lightforged have stormed his door.

Given their speed of action, it was essentially as if they had just taken down Tosedrin when they received accurate information.

They knew they were hiding in Timbermaw Fortress!

This is really important; someone leaked their actions.

Tichondrius rubbed its pale chin with its sharp claws. As a master of intrigue, it quickly figured out the reason.

This is a shameful betrayal!

As for who betrayed him... hehe, do you even need to guess?
Tichondrius heard the roars of the Lightforged and strange hissing from the shadows, like some kind of insect tearing at blood and bone, but it didn't care about the danger approaching quickly. It just took out the necromancy rune and tossed it up and down in its hand.

"Gul'dan, you've done a great job! You've given Frostmourne a swordsman, made your jailers die a violent death, and even taken over the power I left behind. You've got three birds with one stone."

Tichondrius said coldly:

"Are you so eager to take the leash off your neck? I should have realized you had ill intentions when you placed those three Salainins by my side, you bastard!"

"Ah, Lord Tichondrius, isn't this all thanks to your excellent teaching?"

The Lich King, his obsequious tone tinged with a hint of mockery, spoke through the runes:
"Please don't rebuke my arrogance. I'm just learning from you. These days I've been cramming on some of the rules of the Shadowlands, and I've even learned about some of the traditions of your birthplace, Revendreth."

It is said to be a death kingdom built on intrigue, infighting, and treachery.

Ah, that sounds like a great place. A scoundrel like me could definitely thrive there.

Gul'dan let out a low laugh and said:

"As for you, Lord Tichdios"
In your words, you've played too much easy mode over the years, making you unable to adapt to the brutal matchmaking environment of Azeroth. When I gave you Salamence, I was already prepared to be punished by you.

But seeing how happy you were, I knew I was going to win!
A dog leash is nothing to me, but even if I were to be a dog, I would only bark at the enemies of a truly great person, like Sachiel, like 'that great man'.

Even if I were a dog, I would want to be the one with the highest status.

you?
I'm sorry, you're not worthy to be my master.

An evil mind, once weakened, will accomplish nothing. You are a lesson I will learn, and I will remember it.

"Stop being so arrogant!"

Tichondrius was enraged, and it snapped, its defenses crumbling, "..."
“Death means nothing to me, Gul'dan. I will return sooner or later! You know that, don’t you?”

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, sir."

Gul'dan said ominously:

"I recruited a few Vrykul warriors in Stormheim, and they told me some 'horrifying' news. Guess where your loyal comrade Mephistos is now?"
Ha, others can't do anything about Nathrezim's cunning talent, but when it comes to punishing demons, I can always trust the Vigilant's passion!

You still want to come back for revenge?
I bother!

Let's escape the Shadow Chasing Cage of the Sea of ​​Light first.

May your 100,000 years of imprisonment be pleasant, sir. If you are ever released, I, now a great man, will grant you the privilege of licking my toes.

listen!
They're here.

"click"

The psychic runes were crushed to pieces as Tichondrius's claws closed in.

It raised its head with a ferocious expression, looking at Yrel, who was holding the Holy Blade, Marad, who was carrying the warhammer, and Arantien, who emerged from the shadows. To be honest, the three demon hunters were all startled by the negative energy surrounding the Fear Lord.

What happened?

Dude, did you suddenly receive a text from your wife saying "I love you" at 3 a.m. while you were away on a business trip? Otherwise, there's no way to explain your ferocious and defensive demeanor!

Wasn't Nathrezim supposed to be the most "gentlemanly" demon?
"It's no use talking more!"

Tichondrius was furious, but it couldn't reveal the Lich King's true identity. Gul'dan, that bastard, was certain that it was loyal to "that person" and would dedicate everything to the "grand plan."

He had to die here according to Gul'dan's "script".

Ah!
I'm absolutely furious!

That damn warlock, don't give me the chance to get my revenge! Yes, just one chance and you're fucking dead!
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Today is another rather boring day at the location of the Shadow Cage in the Sea of ​​No Light. The prisoners trapped here have just experienced a wave of the Sea of ​​No Light washing over them, and they still cannot adapt to the despair of the chaos filling their souls and stripping away their minds to inflict torment.

The Devil's Cauldron and the Maw Tower are nothing compared to the imprisonment in the Sea of ​​Darkness.

Those imprisoned here are all named individuals, and they occasionally exchange information with each other. Just now, after Mephistos and Eranicus had been chatting for a while, it suddenly sensed that another big brother had entered the "next cell."

Just as I was about to say hello, I suddenly realized that this person's aura was very familiar.

"Holy crap! Tichondrius?!"

Mephistos exclaimed:

"How did you end up here too? Did you also recruit the Vigilantes?"

"Ahem, well, after fighting Diakum for hundreds of rounds, he was ultimately defeated. The Holy Light Butcher is too shameless!"

"Exactly, exactly. I fought him to the death for three days and nights, but in the end, I was one move behind."

"That's enough, you two!"

Enriquez, unable to bear it any longer, the weary and pained Dragon King grumbled:

"We're all local demons, why are you singing the Forged Light Hymn?"

The two dreadlords, their boast exposed, fell silent and then joined forces to launch a personal attack on the dragon king: "Everyone is already having such a hard time, why did you have to expose me?"
After hurling his insults, Tichondrius, who hadn't yet experienced the torture of having his mind washed away by the Sea of ​​No Light, pulled Mephisto aside to discuss how to escape from prison.

They deliberately amplified their voices so that the Dragon King would also get involved.

But Eranikus had no intention of participating in that ridiculous escape plan. If it were that easy to escape, the Sea of ​​Darkness wouldn't be worthy of being Sargeras's greatest threat.

Moreover, unlike those two troublemakers, it stayed here voluntarily. It believed that as a sinner, it should be forgotten, and only in this way could its beloved Ysera better serve Mother World.

Ah, if sacrificing my soul for hell would bring Ysera a glorious future, then it would be worth it to have my mind washed away by the Sea of ​​Darkness for a hundred thousand years.

"But don't you want to see Ysera one more time?"

The voice of the sovereign echoed in Eranicus's ears, saying:
“Agamaggan made the right choice, and you also have the opportunity to atone. The Lightmaker is merciful; He knows that light and shadow are indispensable. Sinners can also repent and dedicate themselves to a greater good.”
Think it over carefully, Dragon King.

The Shadow Swarm is about to begin a new round of evolution. Agamaggan will transform into the Hive Overlord to conquer the land for us. However, the heavens are your domain, and the Swarm needs you.

Isera needs you too.

(End of this chapter)