Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 478, Section 17. Where is my Sunwell? No! Where is my enormous Sunwell? - Bonus Chapter [35]

(Bonus chapter for "ASSASSINZZC" [3/5])
"General! Look at the sea!"

Just as Lilesa Windrunner, who was sniping a black dragon high above Silvermoon City, drew her massive dragonbow in a different posture, she heard the terrified voice of Ranger Lord Haduron Brightwing behind her.

This ranger lord came from a family of hunters and had made many meritorious contributions over the years. He was an outstanding representative of the Quel'Thalas rangers. Logically, he shouldn't be so flustered, but when Windrunner's mother turned around, even she, who was usually very determined, couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat for a moment.

In the vicinity of Quel'Danas, a black spatial rift is rapidly expanding.

First, a black line pulsated, followed by visible spatial rifts that flickered and coiled like lightning, like some kind of out-of-control "teleportation spell," or like a monster greedily opening its gluttonous maw at this moment.

Time was stretched out, yet it seemed to last only a fleeting moment.

After Lilesa finished her third breath, the black crack suddenly closed like interlocking saw teeth.

With a deafening bang, the entire island on the sea, along with the Sun Well and everything on it, was instantly swallowed up.

As the black rift dissipated into a cold arc of light, the overburdened, shattered space underwent a terrifying collapse under the impact of the shattering underground magic network nodes, causing the surrounding seawater to spin rapidly around the spatial singularity.

Within minutes, a small “whirlpool” formed in the Quel'Danas Island area.

Honestly, this scene is quite spectacular. From a geographical point of view, such a huge whirlpool will definitely permanently change the entire marine environment of Quel'Thalas, and this place will no longer be suitable for ships to pass through.

Well, the high elves' maritime trade is likely to suffer a heavy blow, but damn it, is this the time for you to be thinking about that?!
Where did our Sun Well go?

The wandering general looked somewhat bewildered.

She felt that her brain, which had been built up over two thousand years, was not enough for her to process in an instant. She looked around at the equally dumbfounded elven rangers and spellcasters.

Even the dragonborn and trolls who were fighting them were speechless with shock at this scene.

Such a huge Sunwell, gone in a flash?

Who would believe this if I told them?

The good news is that the surface cracking in Quel'Thalas has finally stopped, perhaps because Deathwing was thrown out along with it.

Lilesa, being a general in command, reacted swiftly. She looked up at the sky, and the already precarious Bantinorel barrier, having lost its energy source, shattered almost instantly.

The twilight dragons, which had been kept outside the barrier, flapped their wings, which were wrapped in the power of the void, and crashed into the city. The pale, dangerous light swept across the entire city, disintegrating and cracking everything that was caught in it, and visible void corrosion and fissures were torn open.

The dark monsters from the Sea of ​​No Light roared as they charged into Silvermoon City, where his second daughter led her warriors in a difficult resistance.

But it was all in vain!
Twilight Dragons are mythical creatures of the Void Realm, their bodies filled with unstable Twilight Energy, a superior force of Void Entropy that can corrode almost anything.

The city is doomed.

This was the first thought that came to Leresa's mind.

But she must persevere and live up to the glory of the Windrunner!

So the general grabbed her halberd and charged forward, unleashing a barrage of devastating blows that felled the dragonborn who blocked her path. She was going to support her daughter. Sylvanas was still very young, and although she was strong-willed, she was clearly not yet capable of handling such a dangerous situation.

In truth, the wandering general knew that even if he charged forward, there would be very little he could accomplish.

Although the Windrunner family's magical addiction wasn't severe, spending so many years in a high-magical environment did indeed hinder her from reaching the heights she should have as a ranger. The Quel'dorei elves weren't blessed by the Force of Life, which caused her to remain a legend even after all these years.

In the mortal world, a legendary figure is already very strong, but in this desperate situation, it is clearly not enough!

Far from enough.

The wandering general leaped into the air, drew his bow in mid-air, and fired three arrows at once.

The incredible archery skills allowed the magical arrow to strike the eye of the evil dragon in front of it, which was taking a deep breath and preparing to unleash the twilight. The doomsday light that was supposed to engulf Sylvanas's watchtower was instead deflected and crashed into a house on the other side.

The good news is that the second daughter survived.

The bad news is that, unfortunately, the doomsday breath landed precisely where General Lyreza had landed.

She could only rely on the natural protection of the spirit turtle to curl up her body and crash into the ruins corroded by the void.

Surprisingly, there were still people there.

Lilesa, who should have been completely annihilated by the apocalyptic breath, staggered to her feet. An entropy rift struggled to dissipate beside her, while in the ruins of the house, a strange, heavily injured elf was still casting a spell.

She saved the two of them.

She wore a black robe adorned with purple patterns, and several grotesque insect corpses lay beside her, but these insects did not kill her.

On the contrary, these insects are her servants.

Judging from the traces left in the ruins of this house, this mysterious woman killed at least a dozen dragonborn and an equal number of ethereal assassins before she was critically injured by Twilight Breath.

"Cough cough, what bad luck."

The guy lay in the corner, spitting blood as he cursed:
"I just came back to visit relatives, is it necessary to bombard me with Twilight Cannons? What grudge do you have? Damn heretics! The Swarm will not let you get away with this. Cough, you are General Lilesa, right?"

come over!

Before I return to the swarm, I have something for you, come quickly!
My time is running out.

She was panting when Lilesa was grabbed by the other person as she approached. The latter's fingers were frighteningly cold, as if she had been a corpse before being seriously injured.

"I am Kavia Shadowblade, a high-ranking hunter of the Shadowwalkers, one of the first Rondorei to embrace the path of light and shadow. I have distinguished myself in the shadows, and I serve my light."

But my journey as a human being is coming to an end.

The swarm is calling me; this is our privilege—to 'shed weakness and be reborn' when facing death. Perhaps you won't recognize me the next time we meet, but that doesn't matter. No matter what I become, I will still silently dedicate myself in the shadows.

However, this inheritance
General Liresa Windrunner, stop blindly pursuing the mysteries of the hunting path!
We Quel'dorei are not favored by the Force of Life because of our magic addiction. You are wasting your Windrunner talent. You will never become a hunter like the Kaldorei. Getting close to nature is not the way of Quel'dorei!
The path you should truly take is here, in the shadows. Come, grasp it!

The unfortunate high-ranking hunter stuffed his blood-stained Shadowbug insignia into the Ranger General's hand.

She coughed up strange black blood as she lost her last bit of warmth.

She warned:

"The talent you possess will make you a Shadowlord as deadly as General Staghelm! You must be determined; protection without power is nothing but laughable nonsense."

Embrace the void, and believe me, your loyalty will give Silvermoon City a chance to survive.

You need a Thunder Beast.
At least one!
Only they can hunt down the Twilight Dragons. Summon them! I've carefully gathered all the materials for you. Summon them! Defend Silvermoon City.

For the glory of Quel'dorei!

After a desperate roar, the Rondorei lost her last bit of warmth, and a layer of strange black ice surged from her skin, quickly enveloping her into a black ice sculpture.

Sorrowful, cold, yet indestructible.

It's just like the unique romance bestowed upon shadow chasers by the shadows, a ritual that those who walk in the light cannot understand.

General Lireza saluted her compatriot, glanced at the Shadow Chaser insignia in her hand, and looked up from the ruins as the ferocious Twilight Dragon swept across the city with unstoppable force.

The brave rangers and spellcasters could hardly stop it. Although Lothar soon arrived with the Lightforged to help, they seemed to have no good way to deal with this void behemoth.

Thunder Beast?

What kind of creature is that?
Before she died, Kavia said that the Thunder Beast could hunt the Twilight Dragon, and that she needed to summon it.

General Lireza glanced at her numb arm, which had been injured in the fall and was now difficult to draw. Perhaps... the general didn't hesitate for long; she had to fight!

She soon found a notebook and some strange, dark materials among her compatriots' belongings.

As she flipped through the journal, a hand suddenly landed on her shoulder, startling Lilesa into drawing her dagger and stabbing it behind her, only to miss.

Anvina stared speechlessly at the dagger that the wandering general had plunged into her body.

She was a spirit, unafraid of such physical harm, and solemnly said to the wandering general:

"Don't do that! Stepping into the shadows is a one-way street."

I have summoned the swarms of Gluttonous Locusts, and they are hatching their first batch of elite insects. Once we weather the most difficult period, we can launch a counterattack. The situation is not yet at a point where the Ranger General needs to sacrifice himself for this city.

"But not just this city, Holy Spirit."

Lilesa knew Anvina.

She said loudly:

"The barrier has failed, and the invasion of the Amani trolls is no longer an obstacle. We can indeed defend Silvermoon City, but the price is that most of our territory will fall! Holy Spirit, the Amani trolls have cooperated with the dragonborn of Lordaeron, don't you understand?"
War has broken out!
It wasn't a war between the people of the Southern Frontier and the people of the Northern Frontier; the first war broke out on our own land!

The high elves are destined to become victims.

"I am the Ranger General, I cannot allow this to happen. Kavia told me that Thunder Beasts can hunt Twilight Dragons, is that true?"

"Well, it depends on what kind of Thunder Beast it is. Ordinary Thunder Beasts are a bit risky against Twilight Dragons, since they can't attack aerial targets."

Anvina sighed and said:

"If you could summon a Lord Beast like Agamaggan here, it could easily devour these Twilight Dragons like snacks. Lord Beasts have their own individual consciousness, and the Overlord is too busy advancing to care about them. Theoretically, it is possible for it to be summoned."

However, I just tried it. Agamaggan told me to get lost.

That awful old pig said he wasn't happy at all fighting alongside me last time.

Besides, you're not even a Shadow Chaser.

"Snapped"

The chilling Shadow Chaser emblem was crushed by Lireza, and with the infusion of pure entropy energy, General Lireza's eyes transformed into the mysterious purplish-black unique to the Landorai.

She opened her mouth, and the cold air formed an icy mist in the air.

Amidst the vibrations of entropy resonance, she said:

"Now, I am!"
"Please, teach me how to summon the Royal Beast. I need it to protect this country, no matter the cost! Many Windrunners have already sacrificed themselves for Quel'Thalas, one more won't make a difference."

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"Where the hell did we get here? Are we still in Azeroth?"

After a frenzied spinning that could shake one's brains, the vigilant finally snapped out of the long-distance teleportation.

He looked around and saw a familiar landscape: a purple, ominous sea of ​​stars stretched to the horizon, while the debris of a shattered planet drifted around it.

The barren land was covered with purple void energy, indicating that the void had taken root here.

Quel'Danas Island floats alone in this godforsaken place, its opulent style standing out starkly from its surroundings, like a spaceship that has suddenly fallen into a junkyard.

Diakum could sense the Void power permeating the surroundings encroaching upon the island and the Sunwell; it was the Void's instinctive thirst, yearning to devour the Sunwell's immense magical power.

"Go away!"

Diakum raised his hand, unleashing a burst of holy light as bright as the sun, which, like a scorching waterfall, encircled the entire island, dispelling all the thirsty void energy that approached.

He maintained his sun-like radiance and looked around at his own place.

The good news is, Deathwing is still here.

The bad news is that its "other half" is missing.

The vigilant bent down, sensing the corrupted flesh that had cooled into a bizarre, dark red lava, then scoffed and said:
They ran away.

Given that this is a void rift, it is highly likely that he escaped into the sea of ​​darkness that surrounds this place. So, is the sudden appearance of 'Supreme Thief King' Rafaam also part of Xalatas's plan?

Do not!
It doesn't seem like it.

"of course not!"

The familiar electronic music made Diakum look up, and he saw a strange door open in the dead silence of the void rift, from which the dual-world traveler floated out with some difficulty.

It hovered up and came to Diakum's side, circling Deathwing's exaggeratedly grotesque corpse a few times.

It sighed:

"You've really traveled a long way, from Azeroth to the Terrogus Rift. This place is half a star sea away from your world, and it's also near the Darklight Sector where the Vengeance Army is located."

Take my advice: don't linger here. Take your shiny new city with you! Being targeted by the Revenge Army will only cause trouble.

"Aren't we just getting familiar with the situation? And how did you get here so quickly?"

Dick looked at the Dual Realms Traveler suspiciously and said:
"Is Rafam your partner?"

"No, it was purely accidental. My headquarters is nearby, and I came to check out the familiar presence."

The dual-realm traveler emitted a peculiar tremor.

It gazed at the Sunwell behind Diakum, which had almost completely collapsed during the interstellar teleportation, and said:
"But Rafam did 'save' you."

In these ruins lies the 'Song of the Void' staff, a gift from Dimensius to Xalatas during the Dark Empire era. She used it to lure the Devourers of Worlds to your world. I'm not sure if Rafaam knew about this plan, but it certainly thwarted it.

Your leaps in the material world are too rapid for the Devourers of All Realms to pinpoint your location.

Both the Sunwell and Quel'Thalas escaped unscathed.

the same as you.

Even if you use all your trump cards now, you're no match for Dimensius. He'll swallow you whole, and you'll rot and sink into darkness. I've heard that the Devourer of All Realms contains a dark dimension connected to the Sea of ​​No Light.

At this point, the Twin Realms Traveler shook his head and said:
"I suggest you don't worry too much. Rafaam is the most unstable type of ethereal being. Its thoughts are not under its own control, and all its actions are unpredictable."

If it gave the spirits of the Sunwell a 'theft notice' beforehand, then the energy well was its intended target.

Strange, you should have been sent directly to Rafaam's secret base, where he hides his treasures. Why were you thrown into the Terrogus Rift?
Has it changed its objective?

"Damn ethereal spirit!"

Aegwynn's roar echoed from the ruins of the Sunwell, prompting Diakum and the Twinwalker to rise and head there.

A moment later, Diakum saw Aegwynn.

During the teleportation, the Star Soul Spokesperson used her energy to protect everyone inside. She was somewhat exhausted, but worse still, Aegwynn only had the Staff of Aluneth left.

"Where is Sargeras' Scepter?"

Diakum asked:

"Don't tell me you lost it?"

"It's been stolen! What a disgrace!"

Aegwynn handed the note to Dick.

Upon unfolding the latter, one finds text formed from the void, left behind by the phantom thief Rafaam:

"The Supreme Thief King never returns empty-handed, but he will rationally choose the real treasure. Ha, I like this unruly staff, but I only steal one thing at a time. This is my 'Thief King's Code'!"
So, this broken island is back to you.

"Have a good time, enemies of the Supreme Thief King."

"Well, you've all become yet another victim of Rafam's insane behavior."

The Twin Realms Walker let out a trembling sound that sounded like laughter, but was immediately stared at by a group of powerful spellcasters with grim expressions. Even though the Twin Realms Walker had a mysterious origin and great strength, he stopped laughing like a chicken with its neck being choked.

It coughed a few times.

Amidst the unique energy pulsating within him, he spoke to the crowd:

"Leave here as soon as possible!"
The Sunwell's radiance shining through the Nether Rift will cause you great trouble. I've also heard of the 'Scepter of Sargeras'; without that staff, you'll likely have a hard time returning to Azeroth by normal means.

But fortunately, I am a spirit.

I have the 'Eco Dome' modification device from the Astral Consortium.

You can transform this island into a 'floating city,' then send it into the astral plane, using its mysterious and unpredictable properties to take a shortcut back to your world.

"how long it takes?"

The old lich Farodis said coldly:

"My country is under invasion! We must go back immediately."

"Immediately is a luxury."

The Twin Realms Traveler sighed and said:

"Prepare for a long journey. It will take time to rebuild this place and time to travel the astral plane."

Based on my estimation, you're already doing quite fast by completing this in two months. The most important thing is that you need to carve out the right path in the astral plane; otherwise, it will be difficult to determine where you'll ultimately end up.

Does Azeroth have stable astral coordinates?

This question drew the spellcasters' attention to Aegwynn. The Star Soul Spokesperson sighed and stroked the Aluneth Staff, which was emitting a false, sorrowful weeping sound.

she says:

"Yes, my son calls himself the 'Astral Mage,' and no one in our world knows the Astral Plane better than him. He left a stable beacon in Karazhan, which we can use to travel there from the Astral Plane."

But before that, we need to clean up the 'filth' here.

If Deathwing's remains were to enter the Astral Plane, it would immediately trigger an attack by those dangerous Astral creatures.

She pointed to Deathwing's gruesome remains and said to Diakum:
"Dick, thank you for your help."

"Yes, let's get started, everyone."

Diakum said loudly:
"Now is not the time to rest. As for Quel'Thalas, there is no need to worry. My voters are there, and I can communicate with them. Rest assured, the homeland of Quel'dorei will not perish today."

But if we can't bring the Sunwell back before a massive outbreak of mass addiction occurs, things might really change.

(End of this chapter)