Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 387 77. A Twisted Fate, Oh a Twisted Fate - Wasn't Sargeras himself the one who tied the red thread between you two?
"This is a tragedy, and I must admit that I have failed in my duty as the custodian of the artifact."

In the Forest Spirit Temple near the World Tree Tayala, Diakum was repenting.

What could make the Vigilant repent was a "tragedy" he had caused. Before him, Samuro, the current chieftain of the Fireblade clan, looked at the broken Flame Blade with a sorrowful expression.

This is a divine artifact of the Fireblade clan, but it is now badly damaged.

The breakage of the blade is considered a "minor injury." What is more serious is that the weapon, which was originally made of special minerals and special techniques, is now as if it has been "melted," making the surface pitted and uneven, and even the guard is melted away.

Given the current state of this sword, if you left it on the roadside and didn't tell people it was a divine weapon of the Fireblade clan, most passersby probably wouldn't even bother to look at it.

It's estimated that only a garbage god like Gani could recognize at a glance that this is one of the most powerful small groups of "garbage" in the entire universe.

Samuro's first reaction upon seeing his artifact ruined like this was, of course, anger.

When Diakum obtained the Blade of Flames, he promised to take good care of his artifact. However, once he touched the ruby ​​battleblade made of Naaru crystal tempered by rage, Samuro's anger subsided considerably.

They gave me a benefit back then.
The Fireblade Sword Saint, after all, had a sense of shame, so he didn't retaliate further.

Moreover, when he touched the blade, intending to sense whether the legacy of the past masters of fire blades engraved on the weapon was intact, the moment his mind came into contact with the weapon, what came into view was a black moon strike coming straight at him.

"boom"

Samuro tried his best to dodge or retaliate in his mind, but in the next instant, he was struck by some invisible force and fell to the ground in a disheveled state, with blood even flowing from the corners of his eyes and nostrils.

Right now, he doesn't even have the right to observe this combat technique, let alone learn it!

He stood up, his hands trembling, and stared in astonishment at the innocent-looking Diakum. He asked:

"What is this?"

"An incomplete martial arts legacy of the 'Moonlit War God'."

The vigilant explained:

“You participated in the Battle of Mount Hyjal, so you should have heard of this name from the elves.”

The swordsman's fingers trembled again; even the usually composed samurai could hardly maintain his composure. He said:
"Isn't that the lesser god from the elves' legends?"

“I fought her once, in a battle unknown to others, and it was in that battle that the Flame Blade was destroyed.”

Dick said:
"It was held by the Moonlit War God who lost his weapon for a short period of time, and perhaps it was during that time that some martial arts techniques belonging to the Night Oath were inscribed on it."

This is the second piece of bad news I have to tell you and the other Blademasters.

For a long time to come, you may not be able to use this artifact to comprehend the martial arts inheritance, unless the Fireblade Clan produces a genius who can understand the 'Moon God Combat Technique'.

But that's the martial art of a lesser god, a power inherited only in mythology, so…

"I see."

Samuro nodded thoughtfully.

Then, he solemnly stood up, bowed to Diakum, and said:
"I was a little angry just now, after seeing the irreversible damage to my clan's divine weapon, but after learning the truth, I will no longer blame you. On the contrary, I think it is an honor for this warrior's divine weapon, the Blazing Blade, to be wielded by you and used in the battle against the gods!"

The way of the sword saint lies in honing martial arts skills and challenging higher realms.

Your battle perfectly embodies this principle; in fact, that glorious battle not only did not diminish the glory of the Flame Blade, but added a new legend to it.

I will bring the Blazing Blade back to Havalor, and from then on, the Fireblade Clan will have another legend to be forever remembered.

Diakum nodded.

He took a scroll from his robes and handed it to Samuro, saying:

"That being said, I have indeed failed in my duty. Therefore, as compensation for damaging the divine artifact, I will give you this martial arts scroll that records the 'Swordsmanship of the Enemy Breaker,' but do not allow any sword saint below the level of a legend to view it."

Even legendary sword saints must be prepared to be exhausted and seriously injured before using it.

This is the swordsmanship of the Titans.

"It's too valuable, we can't accept it!"

Samuro was a principled swordsman who believed that the incomplete martial arts legacy contained in the remains of the Flaming Blade was valuable enough, but Diakum was a generous man who believed that what was given away should not be taken back.

Therefore, in the end, the Blademaster still took the compensation with him.

Diakum didn't think he was making a mountain out of a molehill. Although the Legion's offensive on Draenor had slowed down, as long as the Eredar were still there, the Legion would eventually come back.

Since the world of Draenor is too small to have a numerical advantage, improving its quality advantage is the only solution.

He even had a feeling that after the Dark Portal connected the two worlds, the Burning Legion might resort to a more vicious approach, attacking both sides of the Dark Portal simultaneously to disperse the resistance forces of both worlds.

At the very least, if he were a conqueror or a shaper, he would definitely do that!
With these thoughts in mind, after nightfall in Draenor, Diakum led the twins quietly to a secret area beneath the World Tree, Tayara.

This place is not what it used to be.

The mighty forest elf elders have erected a solemn temple underground, where the Aldor priests of the Draenei clan have long invoked the Holy Light to purify the divine constructs.

When the twins saw the giant structure suspended in mid-air by the vines of the World Tree, their eyes nearly widened.

They had led the Holy Light Legion in fighting demons for 20,000 years, their footprints covering the entire starry sea, yet they had never seen such an astonishing "weapon." Even Anveena, the Sunwell Ghost who had been looking for someone to "spar" with these past two days, floated out of the Holy Light and stared wide-eyed at the divine giant before her.

"No wonder you value Delano so much."

Saloras exclaimed:
"This thing can already be called a true 'strategic weapon,' a sub-god that can be activated at any time and connected to the six fundamental forces!"

"When Lord Argus wields it, even the fallen Titans tremble!"

Orestes said loudly:
"No wonder you weren't flustered at all when you heard that the Burning Legion would use their trump card. You also have your own trump card. With it, we can even go straight back to Argus."

"It's far from enough. You two overestimate the combat power of lesser gods and underestimate Sargeras's deterrent power."

Diakum stood beneath the divine construct suspended like "Adam," leaning on the same silent, soul-binding staff of Kazzak, and sighed:

"This is just an avatar that Sargeras used back then. Although I believe that the craftsmanship used to create it is the same as that used by the Dark Titans to create the Fallen Titans, it is still inferior to Aggramar's body."

Just as the power of demigods varies, the power of lesser gods is not comparable to that of other lesser gods. Moreover, Sargeras's destructive power, which is unmatched by any other star, is truly awe-inspiring.

Even if Lord Argus were to wield it, he could only achieve a defensive posture for self-preservation.

It's almost impossible to achieve a counterattack and the restoration of our homeland solely relying on it.

The vigilant paused, then stepped forward and invoked his holy light into the purification ritual that had been ongoing for months. Surrounded and shimmering with golden cherubs, he said:

"The reconquest of Argus and the return to our homeland is a concept that requires a complete plan and should be implemented step by step. Don't worry, we have already embarked on this path and will never give up halfway."

Be patient.

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Arthas Menethil walked somewhat dejectedly near the sacred mountain in the Nagrand plains.

He and his sister have been traveling here for the past few days, while also visiting the orcs' elemental holy sites. His sister hopes to get closer to Gaia'an, the orcs' shaman leader, and to forge an alliance pact for the Kingdom of Lordaeron similar to that with the Kingdom of Stormwind.

But that's difficult.

Just like when the two siblings visited the mythical Peak of Heaven, the Arakkoa king warmly received them, but remained noncommittal about the sister's request for an alliance.

The people of Draenor aren't stupid.

Their alliance with Stormwind was based on the geographical location of the Dark Portal, and the Vigilantes were an important figure who facilitated the deal. Draenor and Lordaeron had little to do with each other.

Let alone establishing a "military-level" alliance.

Moreover, Princess Galiya overlooked one point.

The alliance between the K'uree Alliance of Draenor and the Kingdom of Stormwind was essentially a gamble on Anduin Lothar's plan to restore his kingdom. Because the two siblings had poor communication with Azeroth, Calia was unaware that her homeland had already stood against Marshal Lothar.

In this situation, forming an alliance is simply impossible.

Of course, Arthas's frustration had nothing to do with the reasons mentioned above. He was only four years old and would soon be five years old. His intelligence and experience were not enough to involve Arthas in these complex matters.

The reason for the Little Prince's depression is quite simple.

Princess Galiya forbade him from participating in that dangerous "prosperity ceremony".

Even though the Sage of the Forest believed that Arthas Menethil possessed extremely strong talent and could probably pass through the ritual smoothly like Varian Wrynn, thus gaining the power he would have as an adult ahead of time.

But the older sister's protective instincts towards her younger brother are unreasonable, especially in this place far from home, where Calia is Arthas's guardian.

If she says no, then no.

The forest elves were also quite rigid; they wouldn't perform a ritual for Arthas just because he asked, perhaps because they realized it might get them involved in a very troublesome "diplomatic dispute."

The forest elves' "single-core thinking" makes them hate trouble. "Ah, I should have left that fierce woman in Stormwind! Let her go with Sir Uther on diplomacy; she likes doing that kind of thing anyway."

The little prince, carrying his dagger and longsword, was kicking stones in the grass.

The short sword at his waist was a gift from Varian, while the exquisite crystal-forged longsword was a "gift" from Archbishop Yura. Arthas felt that if Archbishop Yura were his sister, she would most likely have sent him to the Forest Spirits' Prosperity Ceremony.

That lively and unconventional archbishop was a typical example.
Uh, what's that word again?

Hey!
Fun people!
Yura is a fun-loving person, a fact even the aliens from Azeroth know.

She would even secretly take Arthas on a spirit dragon to fly over those dangerous demon-forging camps, and have Arthas personally drop Arkenite crystal bombs down from above.

The Little Prince found it extremely exciting.

The flashes of those crystal bombs when they exploded made his blood boil with the urge to participate in war.

Unfortunately, no matter how unreliable Archbishop Yura was, she dared not act as a guarantor for Arthas in the Prosperity Ceremony. If something went wrong, Nelly, the boss who was the diplomatic ambassador in Azeroth, would definitely come back and break both of her legs.

"Ah, I really want to grow up!"

Arthas leaned back, settling comfortably into the vast Nagrand plains, letting the gentle night breeze caress his hair.

He really loves this world.

He found Draenor to be quiet, much better than the chaotic Azeroth.

Especially this vast grassland!

It is said that the most powerful chieftains among the orcs came from here, and the legendary Fireblade clan is also located here. Nagrand is the "land of heroes" of Draenor.

Alsace lay in the grass, which rippled like the ocean.

He reached out as if to grasp the silver moon in the sky, but then couldn't help but think:

"I've heard that orcs grow up very fast. Five- or six-year-old orcs can already go hunting with their parents. If I were an orc, I would definitely make a name for myself on this grassland! I would become a powerful chieftain, and then marry my sister to a chieftain as powerful as me."

That way, I won't have to worry about her constantly nagging me.

Ah, Arthas, you can't eat this! Arthas, you can't drink alcohol, not even the Draenei eggnog! Arthas, you can't participate in the Prosperity Ceremony, even if the Elder Forest Spirits think you'll become a great warrior.

whispering sound!
She's too timid.

But if Varian is also an orc, I'll marry my sister to him; they'll surely produce even more powerful orc warriors!

The Little Prince's thoughts, like shooting stars in the sky, jumped around wildly, and as he sulked, he drifted off to sleep in the cozy meadow.

Bathed in the gentle moonlight, he had a dream.

He dreamed that he owned a very handsome warhorse, that he became a powerful paladin, and that he had a beautiful and capable girlfriend. He and his girlfriend went to a city to deal with a very troublesome matter.
"Is anyone there? Is anyone here? Help me!"

Just as Arthas's dream was about to take a turn, a cry for help from not far away made him open his eyes in a daze, and then he jumped up with a start.

Someone is calling for help!
A girl, and she was speaking human language!

Oh no! One of our compatriots is in danger!
Arthas immediately drew the longsword from his back, which was actually the style of a short sword used by an adult, but to an adult it looked more like a dagger.

In short, the Little Prince charged toward the source of the cries for help with the standard steps of a warrior.

Although he was young, King Terenas had high hopes for his son, so he hired the best martial arts teacher in the Eastern Kingdoms for him—that's right, it was Muradin Bronzebeard again!

The Prince of Ironforge loves doing this kind of thing.

It is said that the King of the Dwarf Hills felt comfortable being with human children of similar height.

However, as Arthas approached the person calling for help, he discovered a young woman he had never seen before wielding a staff that looked like black ice, constantly unleashing dangerous and cold magic that froze a group of white ghosts chasing her.

This scene left Arthas dumbfounded.

No, eldest sister!
You could easily deal with those ferocious white ghosts; they wouldn't even get close to you before being frozen into ice sculptures.

You clearly had the upper hand!

What are you yelling about?

He looks about the same age as my sister, but he's not as brave as a five-year-old like me. Is he some kind of mentally challenged sorcerer?
But Jaina Proudmoore, who was being chased by the White Orcs, also had something to say.

She's half a year younger than Alsace.

Her current near-adult appearance was created by the Dual Realm Traveler using void magic to reshape her to prevent health problems during her journey through the Star Sea.

Despite her tall stature and long flowing hair, she's actually just a little girl who should be playing with dolls.

If you were surrounded by these hideous white ghosts, you would definitely be scared. These guys are so ugly, each one of them is twisted and sickly, staring at you with dark eyes, muttering something.

This is a monster that only appears in the nightmares of little princesses!

"Someone help me!"

As Jaina followed the instructions of the Twin Walkers, she waved her staff and summoned entropy energy to freeze the hideous creatures, all the while frantically shouting and yelling.

Arthas blinked. He noticed the girl was fleeing in the direction of the orcs' sacred mountain, so he quickly jumped out, waving his hand and shouting:
"Don't go there! The orcs don't allow outsiders to approach their sacred mountain! Come back quickly, there are said to be very powerful guardians over there."

"what?"

As her blonde hair fluttered, Jaina heard a familiar "familiar accent," turned, and teleported to Arthas's side. She said:
"Do you know the way here? Can you take me to a city called 'Karabo Temple'? The Twin Walker said he would meet me there, but that annoying guy said we were about to part ways and wanted to test my learning."

And that's how they ended up leaving me here.

Really annoying!
They didn't even give me a map. Oh, are you from the Kingdom of Lordaeron?

Jaina noticed the badge on Arthas's chest. She initially intended to introduce herself to this child, who was about her age, but then realized she was "grown up" enough. So, she coughed a few times in a mock-serious manner, adopting the authoritative tone of a mother, and said:

"I am Princess Kul Tiras. If you lead the way, you will be greatly rewarded!"

"Tch, who cares about your reward?"

Arthas sneered:
“You’re a princess, and I’m a prince. We’re both equal. As for the road, of course I know it! Just head north from here and you’ll reach Galadar.”

He turned around confidently, then fell into an awkward silence as he looked at the pitch-black Nagrand plains.

He seemed to have forgotten that this was also his first time here.

"Oh no, more monsters are coming!"

Jaina turned around and saw more small void rifts appearing in the darkness.

The white ghosts crawled out from among them, their dark eyes fixed on her.

At the critical moment, Jaina stood in front of Arthas, wielding her staff.

She's an adult now, and she has a responsibility to protect children.

Arthas also realized that danger was imminent, so he took a deep breath, gripped his sword with both hands to calm himself down, and just as they were surrounded by the White Ghosts and about to be attacked, a low wolf howl rang out from the night.

It was as if the sound of wolves crossing the grassland startled the white ghosts. Amidst the echoing howls of wolves, the white ghosts seemed to have encountered something terrifying, and they turned and disappeared into the darkness of the grassland.

Only two children remained, still shaken.

Before long, escorted by several strong black wolves, a one-armed orc riding on a black wolf saddle, carrying a lantern, wearing a hood and carrying a warhammer appeared before the two.

The guy stared at the two "unexpected guests" in front of him and let out a low laugh.

"Come on in, my two little guests."

The one-armed orc said in very proper human language:

"Even the most powerful Warsong Orcs wouldn't choose to cross Nagrand alone at night. There are some morbid things here. Come with me to the mountain guardian's hut for a while."

Your family may be looking for you soon.

"Your human language is so fluent, you orc!"

Jaina remarked:

"Have you been to Azeroth?"

The question startled the one-armed orc for a moment, then he smiled and said:
"Yes, I just got home from there. Wow, it was quite an unforgettable trip."

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