Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 503, Section 42. If you don't get an answer, then it must be the will of the Holy Light - Bonus Chapter [510]

(Bonus chapter for "SaSaXD" brother [5/10])
“You should go back now! Go back to your mother; she needs your protection more than ever. I’m safe in my own fleet, and I’m on a combat mission right now.”

On the flagship of the Kul Tiras First Fleet, Prince Drake, fully armed, looked on with a headache as his sister, who had come running over in disguise, approached.

He's going to be very irritable right now.

Because Jaina had just described to him the terrible things that had happened in Kul Tiras recently, and Daelin's disappearance weighed heavily on Drake's mind.

To be honest, when he heard this terrible news, the prince had a strong urge to abandon the mission and immediately lead his fleet back to Kul Tiras to quell the rebellion, but he ultimately resisted the urge.

the reason is simple.

If the situation in China really gets that bad, taking a fleet back with me would be completely useless.

As the successor carefully groomed by Daelin, Drake also possessed a keen strategic vision. He knew that the best course of action at the moment was to first assist Marshal Lothar in securing the northern frontier, and then, after the war in the Kingdom of Lordaeron was largely over, to use the forces that had been unified by the Marshal to fight their way back to Kul Tiras.

That way he would have a chance of winning.

However, Jaina's sudden arrival was indeed an accident. Drake looked out the porthole and could already see the Southshore docks under the gloomy sky. He didn't want his far-immature sister to take risks, but Jaina's stubborn and childish personality was frustrating.

There's nothing that can be done about it, after all, the little witch in front of us has a soul that's less than five years old inside her sixteen-year-old body.

The mind can mature quickly, but reason cannot.

"We're about to launch the attack on the port. You can stay here, but you must obey orders!"

He turned to his sister and said in a serious tone:

"And you absolutely must not interfere with the battle, understand?"

"I can fight too, I'm very strong!"

The little witch Jaina, dressed in a black hooded outfit to conceal herself, waved her staff defiantly. She felt that her brother had underestimated her and was completely unaware of the danger he was in.

she says:

“Tanred was wiped out by the evil power of the Old Gods, Drake. I’m worried you’ll be the next one wiped out. Those bastards are clearly trying to use this method to eliminate the Proudmoore family’s influence in Kul Tiras.”

"Huh? Tanred? Who's that?"

Drake looked at his sister with some confusion, thinking that Jaina was talking nonsense.

Is there anyone in your family named "Tanred"?
Could it be that my father's past romantic entanglements from his youth are coming back to haunt us again?

To confirm he wasn't mistaken, the prince even took out his pocket watch, opened it, pointed to the family photo on it, and said to Gianna:
"Look! It's just you, me, Father, and Mother up there. Where is anyone else?"

"You're driving me crazy! There's no way to talk to a stupid warrior like you!"

Jaina found it difficult to explain the principles behind that spell to her brother.

After all, she herself only had a superficial understanding, knowing only that it was a vicious curse released by the Thousand-Bearded Demon through the Dream of All Beings.

But Tanyd's "disappearance" has proven that the Old Gods do indeed have the ability to alter the memories of all beings at will, and she knows very well that she and Drake are now N'Zoth's targets.

However, the powerful and reliable Watcher also told her that such a spell, which involves the memories of tens of thousands of people, requires a medium for casting even for the Old Gods, and cannot be released casually.

So as long as you protect your silly brother and prevent his blood or anything else from falling into the hands of cultists, there shouldn't be a big problem.

"No matter what, my mother entrusted me with protecting you! I can't leave your side for even a moment."

Jaina pursed her lips, cautiously surveying her surroundings, and said to Drake:

"I won't interfere with your fight, but you can't refuse to have me by your side."

"up to you."

Drake picked up his binoculars and observed the defenses of Southsea Town.

The scale of this port city is significantly larger than that of a normal town, which is not surprising considering that Nanhai Town is the most important port and shipping hub in northern Xinjiang.

This port city has also suffered greatly in the past year.

First it was attacked by the plague, then destroyed by demons, and before it could be rebuilt, the dragonborn of Lordaeron attacked again. Including the siege that is about to begin, this is the fourth time Southshore has been attacked in a year.

The townspeople living here are truly blessed.

Through his telescope, the prince could clearly see the dragonborn warriors patrolling the docks. Nearby, there were platforms built for young dragons to rest, which were the activity areas of the dragonborn knights. In the gloomy sky, there were several black young dragons carrying dragonborns flying.

He also saw dwarven cannons mounted high on the dock; those cannons were likely dwarven weapons that the dragonborn had previously looted from Menethil Harbor.

Overall, this dock is very difficult to capture normally.

However, its fortification was not yet complete, which gave Drake the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

Most importantly, the fleet he commanded, consisting of three large warships and five smaller warships, had enough firepower to suppress enemy forces from a distance, allowing the marines to storm the city.

As for why the flying young dragons hadn't spotted them at this deadly distance, it was undoubtedly due to the power of the Tide Sages.

The Sea Sages, led by Master Thomas Zelling, have proven their loyalty. In response to the summons of the Stormsong family, who control the Church of Storms, Master Zelling forbade his Sea Sages to respond.

He was a "moderate" among the Sea Tide Sages and clearly had no intention of participating in the Stormsong family's shameless rebellion.

The Church of Storms wields immense influence throughout the South China Sea. Naturally, such a large church cannot have only one voice. Just as the Church of Holy Light has different monastic factions, the Church of Storms is also rife with factions.

Therefore, it is not surprising that both Lothar's forces and the Kingdom of Lordaeron have Sea Wise serving him; it is simply a different choice made by different factions.

Of course, this also means that the Church of Storms has already undergone a substantial split. Once Prince Drake turns the tide in the future, Master Thomas Zelling's faction will naturally be able to seize control of the Church of Storms.

Once they embark on the path of faith and reach their current status, even if they are devout believers, their faith can no longer be pure.

Politics is a truly poisonous thing; anything that gets involved with it becomes complicated.

"About to break through the sea fog!"

Master Zelin's reminder reached Drake's ears on the sound of the sea breeze. He reminded him:
"There are a large number of Nagas underwater near the shore of Southsea Town, which is also part of the port's defenses. Your Highness, please remind White Soldier and his marines to be careful when they land later."

We will summon water elementals to fight the Naga, trying our best to ensure they don't interfere with the warriors' landing.

"Very good! Now prepare for artillery suppression!"

Derek commanded:

"Take out all the dwarven cannons on the dock, use barrage to clear a safe landing zone for the soldiers, and have the ship gunners carry out suppressive fire. We need to buy at least thirty minutes of time."

His orders were relayed down the chain of command, and soon, when the first warship pierced the sea fog and appeared on the surface of the sea, alarms blared in Southsea Town as well. Several ships anchored in the harbor tried to retaliate, but the Kul Tirans quickly taught these guys what real naval warfare was all about.

With the help of the Sea Warriors, the first round of shelling sank two small warships, and the scene of the cannons washing over the land set the dock area of ​​South Sea Town ablaze within minutes.

The Wildhammer Sky Knights, riding griffons, also roared into the sky. Led by the Wildhammer hero Kurdran Wildhammer, they bravely confronted the black dragon whelps, making the roar of the Thunderhammer resound throughout the sky.

During the lull in the naval gun reloading, Bai Zu led his brave warriors off the small boat, preparing for a beach landing.

He waved from the small boat, urging the warriors to speed up. To ensure a better chance of capturing Southshore, Lothar specifically entrusted the powerful Bloodfang and Lightfang clans to Varian's command.

Of course, saying he was leading him was really just giving him a title.

Duke Bolvar and General Gavinrad, who command these two werewolves, have far more combat experience than Varian. But how should I put it? As the designated heir to the throne, Varian also needs to accumulate merits when necessary.

Moreover, the white pawns are not simply gilded.

He was truly going to the battlefield to fight dangerous enemies. This little madman was incredibly brave in battle, earning the admiration of the werewolves.

"The Dragonborn are trying to get into the docks. Push them back!"

Drake waved the battle flag. While the firepower of his flagship was not as great as that of his father’s extravagant “Sea King”, the flagships of the Kul Tiras fleet were all built with the meticulous design of shipbuilding masters. The firepower of a single salvo from the single side of the three decks was enough to accomplish any tactical mission.

Under the prince's precise command, this salvo of naval gunfire successfully thwarted the dragonborn's desire to storm the dock.

Then the three small warships sailed forward, covering the marines' raid. Watching the shells fall on the battlefield and smelling the "fragrance" of exploding gunpowder, Varian on the small boat was eager to try.

Jaina was also stunned by what she saw on the flagship.

Although she was a princess of Kul Tiras, this was clearly the first time she had ever truly witnessed the power of her own fleet.

Watching Southshore tremble under the bombardment of naval cannons, the princess instantly understood why her father always looked down on Dalaran.

Even if you mages master the art of fireball, you can still do very little against a truly well-disciplined army.

Of course, mages have their own advantages, but this depends on the situation.

For example, a few minutes later, when the Naga begin to besiege the flagship, Jaina will be able to do things that the ship's cannons cannot.

Amidst the ear-piercing frost and the crackling of the winds, the first Naga to rush onto the deck were met with a "black ice combo"—frozen by Jaina's icy attacks and then shattered into "ice sand" by the swarm of loyal sailors.

No one knows how many strange things the Twinworld Walker taught Jaina, but the ice magic this young spellcaster is using is definitely not normal. Even a normal Frost Nova couldn't create such an exaggerated ice sculpture effect.

This move left Prince Drake completely dumbfounded.

He looked at his sister, who stood atop the deck wielding an ice crystal staff, relentlessly unleashing "adulterated" ice arrows that knocked down the Naga one by one, and a sense of relief first appeared in his eyes.

My younger sister is a talented person.

When she was born, the previous Lord Stormsong, the high priest of the Church of Storms, declared that "this girl is blessed by the sea." At the time, the family thought it was just polite talk, but now it turns out that the high priest may be a hidden cultist, but at least he was not lying in this assessment.

My younger sister is the "daughter of the sea"!
The songs that resonate throughout the streets of Kul Tiras are no exaggeration; Jaina will become the most powerful frost spellcaster in Azeroth, and if she is lucky enough, she may indeed become the second Lady Aegwynn.

"Brother! What are you thinking about? Draw your sword! There are more and more Nagas!"

Jaina's call brought Drake back to his senses.

The prince drew his naval sword from his waist, pulled out his dwarven pistol, and stepped forward to fight alongside his warriors. The Naga's counterattack at this moment was somewhat driven by desperation.

After all, the White Soldiers had already stormed the docks with the Werewolves and successfully landed on the beach.

The bombardment from other warships has not stopped; it's only a matter of time before we take Nanhai Town!

However, the Naga clearly had their own plans. Drake quickly realized that something was wrong. The number of Naga rushing out of the sea seemed to be too large, which meant that at least one Naga clan was besieging his fleet.

"It's the Spinyback Naga! The largest Naga clan in the area has also emerged from the sea."

A former fisherman from the Seventh Legion of the Southshore shouted to Prince Drake:
"These Naga have blue-green skin with green spots. I've heard that the Spireback Naga have a very powerful leader. The 'little prophet' of Southshore once said that he dreamed of that Naga leader swimming out of the underwater city."

That guy might be a Naga prince!

"The little prophet?"

Prince Drake felled a Naga barbarian and pierced the head of a sea witch who was casting a spell. As he reloaded, he said:

"Isn't this title a bit too exaggerated?"

“No, Nat Pag is indeed a ‘little prophet.’ Before the plague struck, it was he who warned us of the impending disaster, and it was his reaction that saved our family from the demon’s attack.”

The old hunter shook his head and said:

"Everyone thinks Nat is a bit crazy, but only those of us who have been saved by him know that he really can predict the future. However, the boy got separated from us on the way to Stormwind, and we don't know if he is in Southshore now."

"Ow"

While the two were still talking, an excessively large Naga jumped from the water onto the deck and swung its trident, sending a group of soldiers flying.

Amid Jaina's screams, the creature hurled a strange rune towards them, the shockwave from its impact knocking everyone, including Jaina and Drake, unconscious.

Even more devastating was that in the instant her mind was struck, Jaina heard a faint whisper.

not good!

My teacher, the Twin Realms Walker, specifically taught me that this is the whisper of the Old Gods.

The Naga's goal isn't to defend Southshore, nor is it for the ship; they're after their brother and themselves! This is N'Zoth's conspiracy.

In her dizzying, dazed fall, Jaina vaguely saw a shadowy gate open beneath the sea before she collapsed, with black tentacles stretching out from it and reaching towards the surface.

And he was about to fall into that dark sea that seemed to absorb all light.

He was about to be captured by the ancient gods!
elder brother!

With her last bit of lucidity, Jaina forced herself to unleash a "Black Ice Arrow," repelling the "Naga Prince" that was attacking Drake. She then splashed water like a fish falling into the water.

She could clearly feel herself being pulled into the black tentacles and dragged into the even colder seawater.

But just as Jaina felt she was about to suffocate, a beam of light burst forth on the surface of the water.

It wasn't very clear through the water, but Jaina, in her dazed state, could vaguely see the flame-like light crashing down onto the water's surface, and amidst the surging waves, she could hear the roar of the Old God.

Then, a blazing yet warm flame erupted underwater, dispelling the chill around the girl and snatching her back from the clutches of evil with the slashing of the holy blade.

In her final moments of lucidity, Jaina felt herself being embraced in a warm hug.

As she left the sea, a pleasant voice whispered in her ear:
"Hey! Open your eyes! Don't die, little girl! The Vigilant sent us to help you. If you die here, we won't be able to complete our mission!"

Ok.

The voice is very pleasant, and the holy light is very warm, but it's a little... not steady enough.

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An hour later, the battle for Nanhai Town came to an end.

The White Soldiers, leading the werewolves, routed the dragonborn warriors in the town, but failed to complete the encirclement, allowing a group of dragonborn knights to escape the battlefield, making it an imperfect victory.

But Nanhai Town was captured!
Capturing this strategic point means that Marshal Lothar can break through Lordaeron's heavy defenses in Hillsbrad Foothills and transport more soldiers directly to the northern frontier by sea.

It's fair to say that the capture of Southshore means that the recapture of Hillsbrad Foothills is only a matter of time.

However, this battle was also very dangerous.

Leaving aside the casualties of the landing crew, the fact that Commander Drake Proudmoore was nearly assassinated was enough to send chills down everyone's spines.

Given the current situation in Kul Tiras, with Her Majesty Daelin missing, if Prince Drake were to die as well, the internal chaos within Kul Tiras would truly be beyond repair.

"The little girl is doing alright. Her mind has been invaded by the illusion of the ancient god, but she has learned how to resist this kind of mental erosion from the dual-world walker. So she just needs to rest. The troublesome problem lies with Prince Drake."

In the town hall of Southsea, Noboton, having completed his treatment, addressed the Duke of Bolvar Fordragon, who was taking over command, with a serious expression:

“Prince Drake was stabbed by the Naga. The weapon was clearly specially made. The physical wounds can be healed, but I am now worried about whether his spirit will be intact after facing the Old Gods.”

"What's the solution?"

The Duke of Fortagan asked:
"Since the Watchers sent you here, they must have a way, right?"

"Yes, there are two options."

Nuboton said:

"First, send him to Gilneas, where the Watchers are currently stationed. Bathing in the holy sun, they can exorcise evil spirits from the prince. However, Gilneas is on the front lines of the war, and it is more dangerous there than here."

Secondly, allowing Prince Drake to return to Northshire Abbey would allow the Naaru power of His Majesty Volos to dispel the shadows from him.

“Duke! I have brought the ‘Little Prophet’ with me. Thanks to the Holy Light, he has been well taken care of in Southshore.”

The old hunter from the Seventh Legion led a young boy dressed as a fisherman into the hall, causing Bolvar and Noboton to turn around and look at the somewhat malnourished child.

The Eredar have a tradition of "prophet," so Bolvar invited Noboton to test whether the boy was as magical as the soldiers had described.

The shaman crouched down, looked at the somewhat fearful child, and asked:
"You can see certain visions of the future in your dreams, right?"

"I don't know if that's true."

The little boy whispered:

"And I've seen you, Draenei. No, Nubodun the Broken! You will become the Draenei shaman leader, and I've also seen that older sister named Yrel."

she.
She must be dead, and she must have died a horrible death.

"Confirmed."

Noboruton nodded, stood up, and said to Duke Bolvar:
"This child is indeed an unawakened prophet. He possesses the same talent as the Prophet Velen, the ability to see the past or the future, but he cannot master this ability. If you wish, we will take care of sending Nat Pagle to Draenor to be taught by the Prophet Velen."

Humanity will also have its own prophets in the future.

"fish!"

The little boy who was brought along didn't know what was going on, but he suddenly pointed at the room where Prince Drake was resting and shouted:
"A six-eyed flying fish is leaping out of the River of Shadows. It wants to 'take away' that poor man. Hurry up and drive it away, or we will all forget him. It is 'eating' that poor man."

"Wow, what a huge fish!"

"bang"

The great-uncle reacted swiftly, kicking the door open and then raising his holy light, shouting loudly as golden light filled the room. Everyone could clearly hear the mournful cry and shattering of some creature.

"Prince Drake cannot stay here!"

Bolvar made a decisive decision, saying:

"General Gavinrad is to escort him and Princess Jaina to Gilneas immediately. He has been targeted by the Old Gods, and only the Vigilant can protect him at this time."

(End of this chapter)