Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 386, Section 76: "When internal strife rages, go out for a walk to clear your head, Marshal. The car is ready."

"He refused the meeting?"

In Stormhold, Lothar received a response from the Northlands.

Faced with his question, Khadgar nodded helplessly and said:
"Ronin risked his life to deliver your request, but he didn't even get to see King Terenas. One of his court sorceresses responded on his behalf. Because the Kingdom of Lordaeron is busy reclaiming its territory and protecting its people, the king cannot leave the capital."

If you want to show your sincerity, take the initiative to go to Tirisfal Glades.

Lord Davar escorted Rhonin out of the city, informing him that the sorceress was of mysterious origin and had recently gained the king's trust, even ousting him, a former loyal subject, from the court.

It seems that the sorceress has a serious problem.

Khadgar frowned and said:
"Ronin also told me that he could sense a terrifying dark aura emanating from the other party. If he hadn't been wearing the Heart of Azeroth, he might not have been able to leave Lordaeron."

Losa wiggled her fingers and said:
"So, Terenas is likely being sidelined, right?"

"The situation may be worse, after all, the power of the Dragonborn, which is related to black dragons, is not something that ordinary people can control."

Khadgar hesitated for a moment, then guessed:
"That sorceress might be a prominent figure among the Black Dragon race. Saint Diakum has a Black Dragon under his command, and she might be able to provide more information."

In addition, Lord Davar, who appears to be loyal and low-key, also has a big problem!

The black dragon on our side gave us a cryptic warning not to get too close to Lord Davar, and after we sent Princess Calia to Draenor, Archbishop Isana, the Draenei priestess, sent us a letter back.

She said that the princess still showed signs of mind control, much like the accompanying spells of a 'love potion,' so…

"The court of Terenas has been a den of iniquity for a long time."

Lothar stood up and said loudly:

"They refuse to communicate with us, yet they spread rumors about the 'Lordaeron Empire.' This is a conspiracy by the black dragons, those ferocious beasts banished by their own kind who want to divide human civilization! They brazenly occupy our ancestral lands and even want to harm our people."

Can't wait any longer.

Khadgar, I urge you to make another trip to Quel'Thalas! Stay there and protect our people, and discuss with Lord Farondis, the Phoenix Guardian, that the people stranded in Quel'Thalas must not be sent back to the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

I'll go find Archbishop Fao right now.

I believe the Lord Church is on the right side.

"Ah."

As the savior, Khadgar would naturally not refuse such a matter that concerned the future of the entire civilization. However, as he left Stormwind Keep, he saw Garona leaning against a nearby doorpost, chewing on an apple and tossing dangerous throwing knives up and down.

The latter casually said to Khadgar:

"Judging from your expression, it's like you stepped in something bad when you went out. You know what I mean. Where are you going this time?"

Quel'Thalas.

Khadgar said:

"I'm sorry, I know I promised to go with you to Karazhan this weekend to find the Shadow Codex recorded there, but..."

"It's alright, Quel'Thalas also has a very powerful lineage of assassins."

Garona magically concealed her throwing knife, put her hands on her hips, and said:

"I'd heard the big-mouthed Fina Goldsword boast that the Sangunar family under the shadow of the sun were top-tier magical assassins in the Eastern Continent, so I was naturally eager to see for myself. Luckily, my grandfather gave me some time off, and my mother was going back to Draenor with Eredas."

So, I'll go with you to the elves' place.

I've heard that werewolves and dragon descendants are rampant in the Northern Frontier, and demons roam there too. With your strength, you might get eaten.

"Well, I don't think I need a legendary assassin to protect me, but how should I put it?"

Khadgar grinned and said:
“I always feel uneasy when there’s no shadow hiding someone. Let’s go, let’s set off now. But I’m warning you beforehand, the northern border is really dangerous. I can’t even be sure what terrible things are lurking in that chaotic land.”

So you need to be prepared.

After Khadgar left with his assassin friends, Lothar quickly headed to Northshire Abbey.

He found Archbishop Fao in the Hall of Relics, who was purifying the "Holy Book" that had just been brought back from the Dead Mines of the Western Wilderness.

This thing was once a sacred relic of the Stormwind Kingdom, and is said to have come directly from the writings of Lady Miladal, the first priestess of mankind.

Just as the Vigilant Saint can consecrate objects to grant them exaggerated powers, Lady Miradal, as the chosen one of humanity, naturally possesses the same power.

Northshire Abbey became one of humanity's holy sites of faith before the arrival of the Watchers, precisely because of this ancient text.

The damned warlock Zul'hild stole this sacred book when he invaded Northshire. His orc warlocks hid it in the Deadmines of Moonbrook, corrupting it and using it to summon demons and terrifying creatures.

Even though the conflict in the Western Wilderness ended more than half a month ago, the Orc warlocks hiding in the Deadmines and the various dangerous creatures they summoned were not cleared out by the assassins of MI7 until yesterday because of the extremely rugged terrain of the Deadmines.

Matthias Shaw, the outstanding young assassin and grandson of Lady Pasonia, stands at the edge of the Hall of Relics, dressed in his assassin uniform.

It was he who personally brought back this sacred text.

Lothar also noticed the two golden battle swords that Shaw wore at his waist. These were the demonic blades that Lord Diakum had purified and awarded to Shaw for his great service after the conflict in the Western Wilderness.

The marshal did not disturb the archbishop, who was focused on casting the Great Dispel spell. He asked softly beside Shaw:
"It must have been dangerous, right? Bringing back a corrupted relic from a cave teeming with monsters. I always felt your grandmother was a bit too harsh on you; you're not even an adult yet."

Shaw was clearly a boy who had been rigorously trained from a young age, making him taciturn. The marshal's sudden question surprised Shaw, but he quickly replied in a hoarse voice:

"Actually, it was alright. The Lightforged Chapter sent a few warriors to assist us, and they cleared the dangerous areas. I only did some minor work. I was able to bring this book back with the help of the Stonemasons Brotherhood, who found a path known only to the miners."

but"

Shaw hesitated for a moment, then said:
"My grandmother has been in a bad mood these past few days. It's said that it's because Kargath Bladefist, whom she considers an enemy, has fled Azeroth?"

"Yes, I tried my best but I still couldn't keep that guy here."

Losa shook his head and said:
"That orc said he would build the largest arena in the entire universe in the Star Sea, and that anyone who has a grudge against him can challenge him. So, on the bright side, Ms. Pasonia still has a chance to get revenge."

Shaw wanted to say something but ultimately remained silent.

Perhaps in his view, the chances of his grandmother getting revenge in this lifetime were slim. The human race was too balanced in all aspects, and unless one was a genius, it was difficult to make rapid progress in strength.

Just as the two were talking, Archbishop Fao's ceremony was finally completed.

Somewhat wearily, he reached out and touched the holy book before him. As the gentle holy light shone forth once more, Archbishop Fao smiled with satisfaction.

"Archbishop, you may take the Holy Book to the Chapel of Light's Hope!"

Lothar stepped forward and said:
"The current situation in the Northlands needs this ancient relic more than the Stormwind Kingdom does, and His Majesty Volos personally overseeing things in the monastery is a more inspiring miracle than any relic. Furthermore, the Silver Hand Hammer in the hands of the Fordring brothers should also accompany you to the Northlands."

"Has something happened over there?"

Although the archbishop didn't care about politics, he had experienced a lot as a leader of humanity's faith, and he could guess the changes in the northern frontier from Lothar's tone.

Lothar told Fao what he knew, and Fao's expression turned very ugly.

"I was just feeling happy that the Kingdom of Lordaeron was able to defend its territory, and I thought it was a blessing from the Holy Light, but it turns out to be a conspiracy by the black dragon?"

The archbishop said with a heavy heart:
"In this perilous age, our people have once again been outmaneuvered by evil. I must immediately head to the northern frontier. The Holy Light's Hope Chapel has gathered many believers seeking refuge, and I must protect them from the black dragon's evil magic."

"High Priest, Marshal Lothar, if the black dragon caused all this, then can we seek help from the other dragon guardians?"

Shaw, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but remind him:

“I overheard some dragon ladies from the Lightforged Chapter chatting about how black dragons are the common enemy of the Guardian Dragons. If we can confirm that black dragons are causing trouble in the North, then perhaps I mean, if we are to rebuild the Empire, then we may also need some help from ‘supernatural forces’.”

"Ok?"

Lothar and Fao's eyes lit up.

It has to be said, this young man's mind works really fast.

The marshal recalled the guardian dragons he had seen on the battlefield of Mount Hyjal. There were few blue dragons but many red dragons. Although both dragon kings were injured, sending some dragons to help guard the church should not be a problem.

However, this matter must be kept low-key.

Lothar realized that if even the Vigilant considered the Black Dragon of the North Frontier a problem, then humanity absolutely needed to act prudently.

He had a discussion with the archbishop in the Hall of Relics and finally decided to send an envoy to the legendary Dragonsbane Temple on the continent of Northrend. It just so happened that the mage "Dragonheart" Rhonin had finished his investigation in the northern frontier, so perhaps he could be entrusted to go to the far north.

After finishing his business, Lothar left the Hall of Relics and saw Captain Faria walking towards him. The burly Lightforged commander greeted Lothar as she saw him.

After the marshal approached, Faria said to him:
"Commander Diakum asked me to tell you that because the conflict between the Drakkari trolls and the Sandara elves in Northrend is coming to an end, the commander has decided to withdraw the twenty-five Argus Hand veterans stationed at Drak'Tharon Fortress."

He said that if Archbishop Faol wished, the veterans of the Hand of Argus could be stationed at Light's Hope Chapel for a period of time to ensure its safety. Don't underestimate the veterans of the Hand of Argus in their normal state; when facing demons, those fanatical and obsessive individuals are far more powerful than ordinary Lightforged, and they can all detect evil.

"Of course we welcome it with open arms."

The marshal immediately agreed.

Once Archbishop Fao returns to the northern frontier, the Chapel of the Holy Light will become the "fortress of faith" for the Arathor Empire there. Although Lothar has not yet raised the banner of the "Arathor Empire," he still hopes that the area will be as safe as possible.

However, that evening, while having dinner with Prince Derek, Lothar heard some strange news.

"What did you say? Your father is going to Draenor?"

The marshal looked in surprise at the Kul Tiras prince savoring the fine wine. The prince was in high spirits, and in response to Lothar's question, he nodded and smiled, saying:
"Yes, it is a secret visit. My father and mother will be heading to Draenor tomorrow, but they will not stay long. My sister Jaina will soon be escorted to that world by the mysterious 'Two-World Walkers'."

The poor thing had been away from home for too long, so her parents decided to go and pick her up themselves.

At this point, Drake glanced at Lothar, put down his glass, and said seriously:

"I have been commanding the fleet back and forth between the two ends of the continent for some time now. I know how bad the situation is in the northern frontier, and I also know what you intend to do, Marshal."

But I am only the commander of the First Fleet and cannot intervene in the decisions of Kul Tiras. Therefore, if you intend to persuade my father to participate in your 'restoration', perhaps you should also go with him.

My father
He actually preferred leading his fleet across the seas to explore unknown lands to the king.

He often complained while drunk that being king had taken away a lot of his fun.

While it's possible that it was just his grumbling, I think that at least a third of what a man says when he's drunk is true, and the Kul Tiras kingdom is quite different from other kingdoms.

My father's power was not as 'free' as that of other kings, yet the responsibilities he bore were far more staggering.

so."

Drake paused, raised his glass to Lothar, and said softly:

"If you can ensure that the interests of Kul Tiras are not harmed, perhaps your army will also gain a formidable Imperial Navy Admiral."

Lothar nodded thoughtfully, then raised his glass and clinked it with the prince's.

The next morning, Lothar, who had a terrible headache, got up early and changed his clothes while cursing the Kul Tirans for being such drinking barrels. When he arrived at Northshire Abbey as a traveler, he happened to run into the Watchers and Archbishop Nellie as they came out of their rooms.

The three met in an extremely awkward situation, especially as Diakum was wiping the hickeys off his neck.

"Um, what are you doing here?"

The watcher wagged its tail and asked:

Are you coming to see me off?

"I'm going to Draenor to clear my head."

Losa said in a very serious tone:
"Also, Alsace and Calia have been there for more than a month, and I want to go and see them."

"Oh, I was planning to strike up some political deals with Dale Proudmoore on the way."

The vigilant drawled out:

"You really are quite the smooth operator, Marshal. You say you don't like politics, but you're quite adept at these tactics. Alright, let's travel together then."

Draenor may be small, but it has its own unique charm compared to Azeroth.

When the two arrived at the Dark Portal, the Mag'har warriors, who were preparing to return to their homeland to rest, had already packed their bags. The Kul Tiran King and Queen, who had come in a low-key manner, had disguised themselves with magic. When Daelin saw Lothar, she frowned.

He was there to pick up his daughter and had no intention of discussing politics along the way, but Queen Catherine pushed her husband, which made Dalene very unhappy as she went up to talk to Losa.

When the appointed time arrived, the gate to darkness was slowly lit.

A pale blue arc of light filled the portal's pillars, which were wrapped in World Tree vines, reflecting the scenery of another world.

Garrosh, carrying Gorehowl, was the first to ascend the steps. He held an urn in his hand and calmly stepped into the portal under the watchful eyes of the other orc warriors, after which the others filed in.

Diakum glanced back at Lothar and Dalene, who were talking, shook his head, and followed them inside.

After a slight dizziness from the world-class teleportation, he returned to his second homeland, which he had been away from for several months. It was sunset in Draenor, and at the edge of the Zangarmarsh, the setting sun cast shimmering light on the entire sea.

"The sunlight here is as magnificent as that of Azeroth."

Diakum sighed, then couldn't help but complain to the twins behind him who were arriving in Draenor for the first time:

"It is said that all the moons in the universe are incarnations of Lady Elune, and there are quite a few worlds like Azeroth with a 'double moon structure,' while Draenor also experiences a similar phenomenon during a special lunar phase that occurs only once every ten years or so."

Dick suddenly stopped.

This surprised the twins who were admiring the scenery of the World Tree, Tayara, and they turned to look at their commander. They noticed a flash of inspiration on Diakum's face as he pondered.

Saloras asked:

"What's wrong? Is something on your mind?"

Dick didn't answer, but instead looked up again at the sunset over Delano.

After a moment, he said:

"If all the moons in the universe are the embodiment of Lady Elune, then what power do you think the sun in the sea of ​​stars symbolizes?"

"This"

This question, which sounded like a child's question, made the Geminis chuckle. Orestes wanted to answer that the sun in the universe had no special symbolism, since not every galaxy has stars, but she fell silent after a few seconds.

Her hypothesis is invalid!

Because not every galaxy has a companion satellite like the moon, however, almost every world that the Holy Light Legion has reached has a celestial body like the moon.

Lady Elune's faith is everywhere in the cosmos, making the "moon" in the Azerothian universe no longer a simple astronomical concept.

If that's the case, then since every world has a sun, does that also represent some kind of "cosmic symbol" like Lady Elune's?

The three ancient Eredar exchanged glances as if struck by lightning.

The three of them simultaneously thought of a terrifying possibility.

"Has no true god like Elune ever been born from the Holy Light and the Force of the Universe?"

Diakum said softly:
"If the sun, which is opposite to the moon, can also be regarded as an embodiment of faith, then the holy light is the primal force most compatible with Him! If the sun of the entire universe can be regarded as a vessel of faith, then when the power of these faiths converges in one place, what kind of powerful true god will be born in the holy light?"

"It's hard to say whether they can defeat Sargeras."

Saloras clenched her fingers, her movements slightly trembling, and whispered:
"He's definitely not weaker than Lady Elune, after all, the moon and the sun are equal symbols! But... but where is the sun god? Why is there never any record of him in the entire universe?"

"Well, we'll have to search for that one slowly."

Dick drew a triangular emblem on his chest and said:
“I suddenly remembered the Sunwalker clan that the Holy Light sent to me before. Do you still remember the name of the sun god they worship?”

"Anshe?"

Saloras said:
Is this the correct pronunciation?

"Or you could call him 'Anser'!"

The vigilant felt a storm of inspiration sweep through his mind, and he said:

"It seems we need to consult the Sunwalker about the 'creation myth' passed down through generations of Tauren. If Azeroth is truly unique among the stars, then all the creation myths circulating in that world are worth studying."

In short, let's just consider this an 'inspiration' for now.

Who knows, there might be some surprises in the future.

Ps:

This chapter's speculations about the "Sun God" and the symbol of the sun, as well as the existence of the holy god "Anser," come from Bilibili UP master "Foot Man Focus."

I think this idea is fantastic, and this talented content creator previously made a series of Warcraft character combat power rankings that were really informative. Brothers who want to write Warcraft fanfiction can use this as a basis to create a combat power system.

Those interested can search for his analysis on this topic.

Although some key evidence is still lacking, I feel it has at least convinced me.

In the field of Azeroth fan fiction alone, this content creator is truly a "master," far beyond my reach. I admire them greatly. Also, this use of this idea has been authorized by the creator.

(End of this chapter)