Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 400, Part 9: The Weak Flame Demon King Has Fleed, and the New Version is Released - Bonus Chapter [105]

(Bonus chapter for the "Taoshuke" brothers [5/5])
Kazzak earned fame and prestige within the Lightforged Chapter with a resounding victory. Despite his sordid past, the warriors believed that his holy power and his will to "repent" must be respected.

This sea of ​​stars is teeming with hopeless, ungrateful souls, and the folly of the other demons only underscores the preciousness of Kazak's choice to take a new path.

Therefore, when the Dawn Overlord returned to the Soul Staff to rest, the other Lightforged sent it off with hymns praising the Holy Light.

Kazak does need a rest.

This brute had swallowed too much of Ragnaros's "body" in the previous battle. That body was formed by the Fire of Creation. Even if Ereduin had the talent to absorb energy, Kazzak might need some time to master the Sulfuras Fire within it.

The opportunistic fire demons wanted to pay homage to the Star Soul's messenger, but Aegwynn didn't care about their cunning and weak nature; all she needed was for them to clearly express their loyalty to the Star Soul Lord.

Fire demons can betray their creator, the Flame Demon King, without hesitation; therefore, their loyalty is less binding than toilet paper.

The problem is that the Star Soul Lord has already "appointed" the second Flame King. How to manage the fire demons is not Aegwynn's responsibility. During this transition period, it is more important to ensure that the Fire Source Realm is stable and participates in the transformation of the world by elemental power in an orderly manner.

As for the Dark Iron dwarves...
They witnessed Ragnaros's defeat, but that doesn't mean the Curse of Flames has been lifted. Dick had previously said that the thing was an extension of the power of the Void, so the Dark Iron dwarves had to cooperate with the Fire Sage to lift the curse.

More importantly, the Lightforged will not help them clean up the chaos in Firelands; Thaurissan and his people will have to accomplish this extremely difficult task themselves!
If they want the invaluable minerals and resources in the Land of Fire, they'll have to carry out this "exploration" themselves.

To the Vigilant, the overthrow of the Balrog King was not the end of the Dark Iron's cruel fate.

On the contrary, this is just the starting point for them to become a normal race.

But the warriors had no time to deal with the Dark Iron dwarves' guilty conscience and entanglement. At the place where the Firelord "fell," the "experts" were assessing Ragnaros's "legacy," and the assessment results were disappointing.

"There is only a trace of Sulfuras's True Flame left in this Heart of Flame. Ragnaros has escaped! At the last moment, the Firelord used some kind of secret technique to transfer his existence away."

Prince Kael'thas frowned, looking at the broken Heart of Flame before him, and said to those around him:
"That desperate self-destruction was just a smokescreen; the Elemental Lord's cunning and decisiveness are beyond our imagination."

"However, by running away like this, it is as if it has given up its rule over the entire Fire Source Realm. This tyrannical and scorching land will not allow a coward to become its king."

Lyran, who had personally killed several Flame Giants, stroked his chin and said:

"But I think we still need to find Ragnaros as soon as possible. It would be irresponsible to the whole world to let a tyrant who can control the fire of creation hide in a corner of the world."

Since we've taken on this matter, we should see it through to the end.

"Wait a moment, let me take a look at this Heart of Flame first."

Hamuul Runetotem stepped forward and took the Heart of Flame from Kael'thas. It examined it closely, searching for some detail. After a moment, the Tauren Druid blinked and said:

"Gentlemen, I think I know where Ragnaros went. He used some kind of secret technique, similar to 'faith incarnation,' to transfer himself to one of his followers through the connection between the master and his followers."

The Loa often used this method to create 'temporary chosen ones'.

This conclusion caused those around to widen their eyes in astonishment. Iredas asked:
"You mean, the Balrog is hiding inside the body of some Dark Iron dwarf?"

"No, it's not the Dark Iron Dwarf; it's not that stupid."

Hamuul, who had been burned and injured while fighting the fierce Fire Demon general, shook his head and said:
"It already knows it can't fight against the Dawn Overlords under the Vigilant's command, so hiding itself in the Dark Iron Dwarf city is just walking into a trap. We need to analyze the fugitive's mentality!"
If I were Ragnaros, given only a fleeting chance to escape, I would definitely run as far as possible.

The best part is, do you remember those stories we discussed in the Black Iron Bar?
Our ancestors, the powerful and wild Minotaur, included a unique tribe that worshipped fire, and their fire god 'Ordos' was most likely one of the earliest followers of the Balrog King in the material world.

Therefore, the Balrog King must have transferred himself to the minotaurs.

At this point, the cautious Archdruid added another patch, saying:
"Of course, my understanding of world history is limited to my knowledge. Perhaps the Firelord has other followers in the material world that it can hide in, but ordinary followers absolutely cannot fully contain the power of Ragnaros and the fire of Sulfuras."

It must be at least a demigod being.

So, after all the calculations, Ordos is still the most likely candidate. But the problem is, even we Tauren ourselves can't be sure where that fire god is right now.

The only certainty is that Ordos escaped the pursuit of time!
It has lived for tens of thousands of years and continues to live. In Kalimdor, many reckless tauren ruffians often use the Ordos fire ritual as a 'test of courage,' believing it can demonstrate bravery.

Every few years, some fools get burned at the stake.

This is sufficient proof that Ordos is not an evil god we invented.

"It's truly a refreshing piece of history."

Kael'thas jotted this amusing little story down in his notebook. He glanced at the Heart of Fire floating before them and said:
"Ahem, although it's a bit of a downer to talk about this now, would you all allow me to collect a sample of the Fire of Sulfuras? This is my graduation project, and I must complete it as soon as possible. My fiancée has been urging me for three hundred years."

It's really not gentlemanly to keep the infatuated lady waiting.

"Wow, how romantic! You actually dared to challenge the Flame Demon King for your fiancée! My god, this is the most romantic thing I've heard in years. You're handsome and know how to make women happy. How are the other men in the world supposed to live?"

Leilan covered her mouth and laughed.

After obtaining the consent of the others, she offered the Heart of Fire to Kael'thas, but the prince humbly waved his hand and said:

"You don't need that many, just one strand is enough."

The Phoenix Flame, a family heirloom of the Sunstriders, is the source of our strength, and I do not believe that the potential of the Phoenix Flame is weaker than that of the power of Sulfuras.

I only need to study the knowledge of the fire of creation, and I will naturally find the wisdom I need.

Moreover, the Flame Druids came for this treasure as well; you need this flame more than I do to forge a new legacy.”

As he spoke, he took out a specially made magic bottle.

Under the watchful eyes of others, Kael'thas's Flame Phoenix carefully drew a wisp of Sulfuras's Fire from the Heart of Flame and then spat it into a magic bottle.

The flames inside the bottle shaped themselves into various forms, much like a fiery spirit with its own life.

"This is the manifestation of the life-giving passion of the primordial fire!"

Hamuer said loudly:

"Look, the Fire Demon King only wants power, but he ignores the true power of the great force he created! This flame can be used to create things and protect life. This is the gift that the world gives to all living beings."

"You should take it with you quickly."

Irele, peeking out from the side, said:

"I think this flame is about to go out. After being separated from the Flame Demon King, it seems to have become a rootless duckweed."

"It's alright, all we need is that spark of passion."

Hamuul received the branch that had been prepared beforehand from his apprentice. It was a branch from Nordrassil, the World Tree, which Hamuul had retrieved from the battlefield of Mount Hyjal and carved into the shape of a torch by his own hands.

It was exquisitely made, with a portrait of Rukma carved on the torch, which was learned from the Arakkoa. Hamuer even carved old Anzu on it, making the pattern look like two mandarin ducks, one red and one black.

Well, this mainly features a simple and abstract style. Anyway, it's a Druid's sacred object, so as long as the meaning is conveyed, that's fine.

It carefully thrust the torch deep into the heart of the Balrog King's flames.

As the flame of creation spread and ignited, the torch also lit up with an eternal flame, becoming a druidic relic woven from the primal force of life and elemental power.

When Hamuul lifted it up, not only did passionate flames transform into spirits and surround it, but a visible, warm life force also emanated, healing everyone's wounds with the soothing touch of the flames.

Ansu God stood by, marveling at the sight.

With this ever-burning torch, the legacy of the Flame Druid can continue.

Old Ansu had made up his mind. Since the flames were so powerful, he had to find a way to leave some for Rukhma so that his wife could enjoy the deliciousness of Sulfuras's fire after she was resurrected.

Although this will definitely put more "debt" on it in the hands of the Supreme Star Soul, Lao Ansu doesn't care. I'm not afraid of taking on a "mortgage" for love, so why would I be afraid of such trivial matters?
"Does anyone want this little bit left? If not, we'll use it to forge a divine artifact."

Irele asked a question.

Lyran wanted to collect some, but the Creation Flame was clearly not something that could be collected by mortals. She couldn't even touch the flame, so she had to give up with regret.

Yrel picked up the Heart of Flame, swished her tail, and walked over to Marad's side.

My great-uncle had just fought a ferocious Flame Spider Queen alone and was almost eaten by that beast. He was covered in wounds and looked quite disheveled, but when he saw the Flame Heart that Yrel handed him, he took out the Sulfuron Warhammer from his baggage.

As the two came into contact, the "junk treasure" designed by the Dark Iron dwarves finally burst forth with its due brilliance.

The spiked warhammer, modeled after the Firelord's hammer, was illuminated by the firelight, and mysterious Sulfuron runes shone on it one by one, making this warhammer a true legendary weapon.

But it's not over yet.

My great-uncle took out the sacred fragment from his broken Hammer of the Naaru, and amidst the Lightforged's chanting of blessings, he placed his purified fragment into the hammer's groove.

The next second, holy light flashed, and the holy flames of the emblem replaced the scorching fire. In a strange fusion, the two gave the weapon a more vibrant life and power.

As Marad swung his hammer with both hands, the phantom of the Fire Demon King appeared behind him, slamming the flaming hammer forward.

The roar of the holy flames brought forth a surge of scorching light, prompting the Lightforged warriors to loudly celebrate the birth of yet another "Lightforged Divine Weapon".

Irelia was also cheering. The warhammer was a gift she had given to her superior, and seeing it so powerful now filled her with pride.

If in the future my great-uncle wields this warhammer and establishes a great reputation among the stars, his own name will also be remembered by the stars as the legend spreads.

"Hey, little girl, stop cheering!"

Old Gani's furtive voice rang in Iriel's ears, and it whispered:
"That outer shell! You've used up all the primordial fire left by the Flame Demon King, so the outer shell of that elemental core has become trash. It's useless now! Quickly! Give me this precious trash that I cherish."

What beautiful trash!

"I will use it to create a fire artifact for the junk collectors and bestow it upon my priests. That way, when they are begging in Dazar'alor and bullied by the troll gangs, they can use the junk artifact to protect themselves."

"No, man."

Irelia couldn't help but complain:
"You're a Loa! You clearly have the ability to obtain more powerful artifacts, so why are you only focused on picking up trash? Even your high priest is being bullied by the troll gang? Even in this situation, Princess Talanji doesn't do anything about it?"

Isn't she afraid of being accused of blasphemy?
And you're really in a terrible situation!"

"Heh, that's because you don't understand the way of life of the weak, kid."

Old Ghani said calmly:
“Power is not a form of wealth that the weak should pursue. There are other strong people like you in this world. You have power, so you don’t need old Ghani’s protection. Therefore, I will always care more about those poor people who cannot protect themselves.”

fighting?

No, fighting is not my forte.

But I know full well that a treasure misplaced is just trash, and the same applies when you turn the other way around.

"Uh, I don't quite understand."

Irelia scratched his head, but still picked up the broken Heart of the Fire Demon, intending to find a junkyard to offer it to old Gani.

She said as she walked:

"But the Vigilant seems to say something similar. He doesn't care about the fate of the strong. The strong have the ability to change their fate. He will only lend a helping hand to the weak who are tormented and oppressed by fate. I don't quite understand his thinking, but you seem to understand it very well."

So, old Ghani, can you explain this to me?

"How do you explain this? This is my understanding; if you want to understand it, go read the scriptures yourself."

Old Gani drawled out:

"If you really want to follow in Diakum's footsteps, then go and walk among the truly impoverished people, Yrel of Draenor. Walking with the strong allows you to wield power, but walking with the weak allows you to fulfill your righteousness."

Doesn't your holy light also teach you to protect the weak?

"Ha, this world doesn't just revolve around heroes and warriors. So, do you dare leave these glamorous paladins and venture into the dark alleys and slums you've never noticed, to meet those expectant, timid eyes?"

"Hmph, what's there for me to be afraid of? I'll go apply right away!"

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"That strange Loa is bewitching Yrel to do some very strange things, are you really not going to do anything about it?"

Amidst the ruins of Saffron's Spire, Nellie, listening intently, spoke with some concern to Diakum, who was searching ahead. The Watcher waved his hand and said:

“I will rebuke any Loa who approaches my Lightforged without cause, especially bad ones like Bwonsamdi, but old Gani is an exception. God of the poor, God of the weak, God of the scavengers.”

Listen to the title it chose for itself. How could such a Loa have any bad intentions?

It recognized Yrel's uniqueness and perhaps knew the mission Yrel would undertake in the future, so it planned to guide Yrel in its own way to better understand the true meaning of the Holy Light's help.

This is a good thing, why should I interfere?

Look, the real 'treasure' has been found!

Diakum let out an exaggerated cheer, and like a treasure hunter, he stepped forward and casually lifted the several-ton collapsed stone pillar, taking out a small golden treasure chest wrapped in blazing flames from a hidden compartment.

He beckoned Nellie over and then opened the treasure chest.

Wow! What beautiful jewelry!

The archbishop exclaimed in surprise, his eyes turning into stars as he looked at the jewels of the Fire Demon King hidden in the treasure chest.

No woman dislikes these things; if they don't, it only proves that what's in front of them isn't what they want.

Diakum laughed heartily, took out a Balrog's headdress from it, gently brushed aside Nellie's hair, and placed the luxurious headdress on the archbishop's forehead.

The moment the purple hair was secured, two strands of gentle golden flame formed a peculiar little horn, which, like a beautiful crown, perfectly blended with Nellie's own horns.

"How do you know Ragnaros has such beautiful jewels in his collection? Isn't the Firelord a big, burly male? How could he possibly collect such things?"

Archbishop Nelly took out a small mirror and admired her gift.

She was very happy, not only because the jewelry was beautiful and luxurious, but also because the man in front of her was willing to put in the effort for her.

Faced with Nelly's peculiar question, Diakum shrugged and said:

"Because the Stone Mother is female, the Fire Demon King can't very well send her a barbaric weapon when he needs to form an alliance with her, can he? The relationships between the elemental lords are very complex, and their wars have no fixed enemies or allies."

When necessary, water and fire can be friends.

As for how I know this, just consider it a small 'privilege' possessed by those who defy fate. But I'll give the rest of the jewelry to Gemini. Don't be angry; we have to treat everyone equally.

I also know of similar jewels in the world, and I promise, once I find them, you'll be the first one.

"Humph."

Nelly pinched Dick's shoulder in annoyance, but then wagged her tail with satisfaction and looked back at the massive Balrog's Hand warhammer that the Balrog King had left on the battlefield after his defeat.

It should now be called the "Burning Hand".

After Ragnaros fled, the flames on the warhammer were mostly extinguished, as if the loyal weapon was also lamenting its abandonment.

"Isn't Ashbringer unusable against powerful enemies?"

Nelly pointed to the enormous warhammer and said:

"You can use this instead."

"No, that warhammer will be left to a 'Radiant Spirit' who is about to be born. I will personally welcome it into the realm of holy light. This is a plan I made before I even entered the Firelands."

The capricious Balrog King is unworthy to serve the Soul of the World, but the Holy Light welcomes all sinners who are willing to repent.

Diakum picked up the Balrog King's jewels and hid them away. Then, looking around at the ruins destroyed by the Balrog King, he bent down and picked up some luxurious weapons.

These are not weapons used by Ragnaros, but treasures that the Firelord used to reward his fire elementals, though the fire elementals can no longer use them.

But the warriors of the Lightforged Chapter are facing increasingly dangerous enemies, and it's time to give them a boost.

"I'm going to the South of the World. Aegwynn is waiting for me. This time I'm taking the Exodar and all the Lightforged with me."

Diakum winked at the archbishop and said:
"There's a bunch of chubby little rascals waiting for visitors from afar. You know, I've never really been satisfied with the food in Draenor and Azeroth. It's not that I'm picky, it's just that eating enough and eating well are two different things."

It's time to treat my stomach.

"So you had this planned all along, didn't you?"

Nelly waved her fist and said:
"Deliberately wooing the Dark Iron dwarves to betray the Lord Ragnaros, so that when he was defeated, he dared not hide in Darkhearth and could only go to another of his followers, I guess those legendary fire minions are also in the mists of the southern world?"

"Yes, I plan to take care of two, or even more, problems in one trip!"

The guard grinned, kissed the archbishop on the forehead, and said:

"You are stationed on the eastern continent, where the fate of the human empire has reached a crossroads, and the dwarven kingdom is about to embark on a path of change. I admire and look forward to this change."

If the situation changes, please let me know immediately.

“Go, go, wander around with the freer Gemini. This old woman will become your ‘eye of destiny,’ recording the details of your tragic fate. I know you like these things.”

Ps:

This bonus chapter is now complete. Currently, there are 120 chapters owed.

The next bonus chapter will be released on May 11th.

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(End of this chapter)