Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 481, Section 20: The Crimson Wedding - High Elf Enhanced Version
"The spirit of the Dragonhawk will burn you to death!"

The Loa priest of the Amani trolls, now known as "God Thief" Galia, brandished his claws, unleashing the power of the Loa. This arrogant troll, who had forgotten his own name and now called himself a god, hurled dragonhawk flames in all directions, intending to kill all the high elves who attacked him.

It fought fiercely in this sacred land that once belonged to the Amani trolls, with a burning city behind it.

Although the trolls have lost this land for seven thousand years, it still belongs to them.

Once all the Quel'dorei elves are killed, this place can be purified again.

They have stormed into Silvermoon City, their people are wreaking havoc throughout Quel'Thalas, and they have dragonborn and twilight dragons as allies.

The Amani tribe had the upper hand!

The elves' ridiculous barrier has collapsed, and their Sunwell has vanished.

They deserved to collapse.

Unfortunately, no.

Instead of collapsing, the elves launched another counterattack, using barricades and mage towers as strongholds, after Prince Kael'thas personally went to the front lines.

The proud prince was still wearing his wedding robes, the magnificent robes stained with blood. He was enveloped in the power of the world like a god descending to earth, fighting the twilight dragon that devoured everything high in the sky.

The elves could see the prince's heroic figure as soon as they looked up, which boosted their morale.

Galea couldn't quite understand the elf's behavior. Perhaps it was because the infusion of Loa magic made it feel powerful, and it was trying to challenge the arrogant prince, so it unleashed flames in a somewhat reckless manner.

Its outstanding performance has caused it trouble.

As Galea soared into the air once more, preparing to incinerate everything in its path with a fierce breath of fire, lightning erupted from the street and surged into the sky, blinding flashes of light fiercely enveloping the massive troll like a net.

The searing heat that penetrated his body and the subsequent burst of numbness made Galea scream.

It crashed to the ground in a sorry state, raised its hand and threw two balls of fire at the attacker, thinking it could force it to retreat, but to its surprise, the creature neither dodged nor avoided the two balls of fire.

Very good, this is the divine fire of the Dragon Eagle God, that fool must have been burned to death!
But the Margok leader was unharmed after being bathed in the fire of the Loa.

The scorching Loa fire that struck it only splashed up like ripples of light, but the thunder capacitor on its back, having absorbed enough energy, lit up again with a beast head adorning it.

This made Margok laugh; his self-made "protective capacitor" was really useful.

With the power of Titan arcane magic, it can absorb and store almost any form of energy. Although the warlord, who values ​​his life, dares not use it to directly withstand the breath of the Twilight Dragon, it is not a big problem to defend against the weak Loa.

Seeing that the capacitor was fully charged, the ogre wizard raised his fighting staff and unleashed the lightning under the troll priest's wide-eyed gaze.

Let's use that "Emperor Thor's" most famous move!
Margok's two heads grinned and waved his staff, the lightning whip shaped like a dragon leaping out segment by segment, lashing out five times amidst the roar of thunder, leaving Galea dizzy and disoriented, almost half of her body roasted.

Hiss, the five consecutive lightning whip strikes are terrifying.

The troll, still dizzy and disoriented, knew it couldn't let the guy continue casting spells. But since the opponent focused on magic, it meant it was definitely a spellcaster. As everyone knows, spellcasters are not good at close combat, and the two-headed fat man's bloated body made it impossible for him to dodge nimbly.

So the charred Galea leaped forward like a dragon eagle, raising the clan claw blade in her hand to rip out Margok's heart.

This is a war between trolls and elves!

What are you doing here, some alien cannibal who has no connection to us at all?
The three eyes of the leader Margok were also dumbfounded as he stared at the troll priest who had suddenly rushed in. What did this mean?
You want to fight me, the cannibalistic leader, in close combat?
hiss!
Are all the trolls in Azeroth this good at creating mischief?

But since they were already there, Marco was a man of principle and certainly wouldn't let them leave disappointed. So he clenched his fists, summoned the Holy Sword of Goria, and focused his energy in his dantian, unleashing the brute force he inherited from the Cyclops and Goron.

"boom"

With a loud crash, Galea was smashed into the stone slab beneath her feet.

Both arms were broken, the shoulder bones were fractured, and blood gushed from his mouth. Even with the infusion of the Dragon Eagle God's demonic essence, he was no longer able to rise again.

"What? That's all?"

Margok was very disappointed.

It kicked Galea and cursed fiercely:

"I thought you were some kind of expert just because you charged at me so aggressively. What kind of amateur skills do you have? I think you're much worse than the Zandalari trolls."

As he spoke, the ogre leader bent down, picked up the semi-conscious Galea, and walked into the dark alley behind him.

As he left, he looked up at the sky. The savior "Phoenix" Kael'thas had already driven the powerful Twilight Dragon into a panic. The enhancement of the world's power had given Kael'thas, who had just entered the demigod realm, unimaginable power.

The dark blue light bands wrapped around his body made him look like a god's armor, which made Margok extremely envious.

It's a blessing to be born into a world with a Star Soul. Draenor doesn't have such power to drive it. Maybe we should try to move the Gorian Empire to Azeroth. As a "partner of justice," I could at least become a savior.

But it's just a thought.

The cannibal has a strong attachment to his homeland; the Führer also has his own country and people, and he can't abandon them to enjoy life alone.

"I've caught another troll priest."

Margok tossed Galea toward the ongoing ceremony in the ruins of the street corner. He stood outside the door, not going in, and whispered:
"Is that enough? We've already sacrificed three Loa priests."

"not enough!"

General Lereza's hoarse voice echoed from the ruins as she said:
"The King Beast wants to see our 'sincerity'! We need two more offerings of the same level before Agamaggan will defend this territory for us and hunt down those Twilight Dragons."

"They have quite an appetite, but I wonder how strong they are in combat."

Margok cursed:

"There are enough Loa spirits for me to ignite the 'Loa Fire,' but now they're thrown into the water and there's not even a sound. Besides, where are we going to find enough troll priests to perform sacrifices for us?"
How many priests does the Amani troll have in total?

"Go find it quickly!"

Lireza urged:

"Any kind of energy will do, don't be limited to trolls."

"The problem is, I can't beat any of the other monsters and demons either."

Margok, unusually, spoke the truth.

Given the current situation in Silvermoon City, it can neither defeat the Twilight Dragons nor dare to mess with the corrupted creatures of the Sea of ​​No Light, as those creatures all have "deathrattle" abilities, and might even drive itself insane in one fell swoop.

Just as he was struggling with this decision, the Wizard King suddenly saw the Twilight Dragon, which had been forced by Kael'thas to fly towards them from high in the sky. It seemed that the creature was about to unleash a Twilight Breath attack on this area.

Its eyes lit up, and it asked:

"Any kind of energy will do? How about the Twilight Dragon?"

“Yes! The King Beast craves powerful prey.”

The ranger general who was maintaining the summoning ritual replied.

Margok immediately used teleportation to send himself to a nearby watchtower, amplifying the energy of the capacitor on his back. As the ferocious Twilight Dragon descended, the leader swung his lightning whip, precisely wrapping it around the dragon's claws, and then detonated the energy, causing thunder to roar.

"Shoot it down! Offer it as a sacrifice to the King Beast!"

It roared at Kael'thas, who was chasing after it.

Trusting his friend, the prince clasped his hands together, the beams of pale blue light intertwined, and a Sulfuras fire amplified by the power of the world transformed into a hammer, striking the Twilight Dragon squarely on the head, sending the monster roaring as it crashed into the ruins below.

This attack won't kill it.

As mythical creatures of the Void, Twilight Dragons possess the talent of energy absorption. Spell attacks are ineffective against them and will instead cause them to convert energy into dangerous Twilight Breath.

But General Lireza's Shadow Summoning had reached its final moment, and this falling Twilight Dragon was the last "bait."

Such advantageous genes are naturally worth hunting!

The recently idle Overlord is also eager to vent its anger in order to pass the time during the preparation for war. The Overlord's upgrade is not yet complete, and no one in the swarm can command it. There are no more powerful individuals worth hunting on the Chaos Coast where the swarm is located.

So Ajamagam decided to "go on a business trip".

"Back off, it's coming out! Kael'thas, extinguish your flames, don't reveal your hostility!"

The Ranger General's shout caused Margok and Kael'thas to immediately retreat, and then the two saw the area of ​​the Dark Ritual, which had been locked on the street corner, suddenly expand.

Just as the spreading shadows formed a gate of reflections filled with the dim light of fallen stars, the deep tolling of bells echoed on the other side of the reflection, making Kael'thas's anger, courage, and reason surge and rise, while causing the Twilight Dragon lying in the ruins to let out a terrified roar.

It struggled to flap its wings, which were covered with the power of purplish-red twilight, in an attempt to take flight, but the cold entropy energy entangled and pulled it. Finally, at a certain moment, the huge black creature's scythe burst out from the shadows like two guillotines, and the two slashes cut the twilight dragon into three pieces.

Then, amidst the chilling sounds of chewing, a colossal figure from the Sea of ​​No Light finally entered the material world.

The moment the Beast King swayed its mountain-like body and strode into Silvermoon City, the echoes of the Holy Bell suddenly erupted in the material world. The morale of the elves was instantly boosted and locked, while the dragonborn, trolls, and void creatures were filled with fear and cowardice.

Agamagan’s six blood-red compound eyes swirled as he surveyed the battlefield.

It easily locked onto the Twilight Dragons wreaking havoc throughout the city, ignoring the remaining weak creatures.

Behind it, the chaotic corpse, hacked to pieces, its head gnawed off, and its "dragon brain" tasted, was falling into the shadows. The gene masters of the Shadow Chaser swarm praised the powerful creature's "energy absorption" talent.

They needed more fresh samples, so Agamaggan came along.

But before beginning its hunt for amusement, it looked down at Lilesa Windrunner, who stood motionless in the shadows, staring at it blankly. Her strength was negligible, but she was talented and her will was unwavering. Thus, Agamaggan generously bestowed upon Windrunner the honor of "Eye of the King," entrusting Lilesa with the task of continuing to search for exceptional creatures like the Twilight Dragons for the Swarm.

This is not a reprimand, but a mission!

It will patrol this not-so-strong land to drive away its troubles, but in exchange, Lilesa will spend the rest of her life as a hunter serving the swarm, just like those Shadow Hunters.

"bang"

Ajamagamni stepped onto the battlefield.

The sacred bells echoed, causing the elves to cheer and throng; the sacred bells echoed, causing the trolls and dragonborn to retreat in terror.

No one dared to block the path of this swarm warlord. A black sphere of entropy energy gathered in the scythe-like horn on its head. With its black eyes locked on the torn flesh on its forehead, a burst of entropy energy collapsing was precisely blasted onto the twilight dragon in the distance.

The latter, along with the surrounding space, collapsed under the entanglement of "black lightning," falling into the city amidst mournful cries, before Agamaggan had already begun his charge.

With its head lowered, its powerful gallop shook the entire Silvermoon City. Under the horrified gaze of all living beings on the battlefield, it flattened the city in a straight line. As the dragon fell, its ferocious horn pierced its abdomen, and with a shake of its head and a tearing bite, it gnawed off half the neck of the second Twilight Dragon.

"What is this thing?"

Margok trembled as he looked at the city that had been "split in two." Silvermoon City was very sturdy, but in front of this running behemoth, its walls and mage towers were no more sturdy than paper.

“Shadow Chaser, Agamaggan.”

A weary and sorrowful General Rireza emerged from the shadows behind the prince and the head of state, and whispered:

"With it here, Quel'Thalas will never fall today. We can also take this opportunity to invade Zul'Aman and completely eliminate the Amani troll fortress near our border. From now on, Quel'Thalas will no longer be a threat from trolls."

"But what will be the price?"

Kael'thas looked sadly at General Windrunner.

The distinctive swarm of insect marks on Ms. Lilesa's forehead were faintly visible, signifying that she had embarked on a different path.

"no need to worry."

She smiled at the prince and whispered:
"I have already paid the price for you. Become a more outstanding king, Kael'thas, and don't let me regret it."

"I"

Kael'thas wanted to say something, but in the end he could only nod vigorously.

"Your Silvermoon City will have to be rebuilt."

Margok whispered:
"The price the King Beast will pay for wiping out all the Twilight Dragons here is that the entire city will be razed to the ground. Hmm? Someone's coming."

It looked behind it.

Arcane light danced high in the sky, and to Lireza's astonishment, a portal to the blue dragons quietly opened. Then, a familiar blue dragon flapped its wings and carried a familiar man out of the sky.

Standing atop the blue dragon's head, Windrunner, whose eyesight was still quite good, spotted his wife at a glance. The old man, now dressed in dashing ranger/hunter attire, waved and shouted:

"Don't worry, Lilesa, my dear, I've brought the blue dragons to help!"

Behind him and Eldragosa, all the blue dragons of the Nexus flew out amidst the dazzling dragon language magic ritual high in the sky, having come to join in the festivities after hearing of the black dragons causing trouble there.

When the blue dragons appeared in large numbers, the black whelps that had been causing chaos with the twilight dragons scattered immediately, only to be fiercely attacked and killed by the blue dragons.

At least thirty giant dragons have arrived!

Kael'thas finally felt a sense of relief as they flew over Silvermoon City, their arcane glow radiating from them.

The city was saved.

But before he could even catch his breath as he dissipated his power from his Savior form, he saw Salorian flying over on a Royal Armored Dragonhawk.

The burning magic sword in the Phoenix Sword Saint's hand made Kael'thas's face turn deathly pale for a moment.

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By the time the Elf Prince arrived at the palace with his father's King's Sword, the skirmish was essentially over. The Phoenix Guards had suffered heavy casualties in annihilating the dragonborn and ethereal beings causing trouble in the palace, but they were helpless against the King's Palace, which had been completely engulfed and consumed by the activated darkness.

That living shadow has already swallowed too many people.

"Zul'jin, the chieftain of the Amani trolls, escaped inside. He was surrounded by Marshal Lothar and Princess Talanji, but refused to surrender and even dragged the marshal into the darkness."

Archbishop Nellie, holding her warbow, stood guard before the darkness. Seeing Kael'thas charging towards her with Flame Strike, Nellie immediately stopped him:
“You can’t go in! This darkness connects to Ny'alotha, the Sleeping City. I’ve heard Diakum talk about that place; it’s the holy site of N’Zoth, the Thousand-Bearded Demon. This is a darkness that no mortal can tread.”

Diakum had just descended upon Liadrin, and he, along with Khadgar and Rhonin, were searching for the leaders trapped in the darkness.

We'll have news soon, just wait patiently!

"But my father is inside, are you really going to stop me?"

Kael'thas said in a hoarse voice:

"Are you really stopping a child from going to find his father?"

“I can’t do that.”

Nellie reached out and placed her hand on Kael'thas's shoulder, saying:
"But Quel'Thalas has already lost a Sun King, and it cannot afford to lose a second one today!"

You are not only your father's child, but also the leader of all the elves on this land! I think you now understand why His Majesty Anastarian left this sword to you.”

"If I don't even save my own father, how can my people expect their king to save them when they are in danger?"

Kael'thas is very stubborn.

As the two confronted each other, Lana Ser, dressed in a wedding gown, jumped off a falling dragon eagle under the escort of Sect Leader Zhu Talan. The bride's gown was stained with the enemy's blood, and she carried a sword in her luxurious silk gloves.

She saw Kael'thas, rushed over and hugged her husband, then handed him the item she had taken from the mage tower.

Archbishop Nellie paused for a moment when she saw the platinum flame sealed in the crystal dome, then glanced at Kael'thas with surprise.

she says:

"He gave you all of this, so it seems he anticipated the worst-case scenario."

Since that's the case, then go, Sun Chaser. Perhaps chasing the sun truly is the destiny of your kind.

Be careful, the darkness here will engulf everything, and the fire in your hand can only burn once.

"Ah."

Kael'thas glanced back at the people behind him, and with Flame Strike covered in flames in hand, he was about to step into the dark, desolate palace before him when his fiancée stopped him.

He looked at Lana Thrall.

His wife used her sword to cut open the cumbersome, luxurious dress, and gripped Kael'thas's hand tightly, saying:
"Today is our wedding day, a once-in-a-lifetime event. Although even in my worst nightmares, my wedding wasn't this chaotic, I don't plan to have a second one."

If you choose to go into darkness, I will go with you!
I don't want to be separated from my husband on our first day of marriage.

Wherever you go, whether in the light or in the darkness, I will be with you!

"Is this your wedding vow?"

Kael'thas sighed and said:
"It's far more perfect than my clichés."

Having said that, he took his wife's hand, raised his longsword like a torch, and walked into the darkness leading to the illusion of the Sleeping City of Nyalosa.

Behind them, Archbishop Nelly wiped her eyes and whispered:
"I must be crazy, but I'm so touched. Young people these days are so good at being romantic, much better than some of those vigilantes!"

"Ah"

In the dark land, the Watcher, who was manipulating Liadrin's body in a godlike manner, suddenly sneezed.

This caused him to lose control of the power of the holy sword in his hand, and the light flames that were unleashed exploded into a light cannon, instantly "melting" the howling Krahis warrior in front of him.

"Follow me!"

Diakum frowned as he watched Liadrin's wrist begin to "crystallize," then turned and called out to the people following behind him:
“We need to leave here. I can’t maintain this avatar for long; the child’s body can’t withstand the pressure of the holy flames.”

"But we haven't found His Majesty the Black Crow King yet."

Lothar, holding the head of Amani chief Zuljin, whispered:
"We can't leave them here! We can't leave them to the demon N'Zoth."

“But it shouldn’t be you who collects the body, Lothar.”

Princess Talanji of Zandalari, leaning on her Azerite staff, shook her head and said:

"The pact signed by the two kings with their lives can only be received by the successors of their political legacy. This is the last day of the Elven Age of Division and the first day of their journey toward unity."

"Look, Kael'thas is coming with a torch."

Dick pointed to the darkness ahead and said:
"What a fiery figure he is! He strides into the darkness. Will he become the sun?"

(End of this chapter)