Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 513, Section 52: "The End of the Dragonborn Empire" Raid Open for Registration! Cool transmog and mount drops included!
"Jaina! The Naga are attacking from the coast! Where are your water elementals? Go and hold them off!"

Drake's roar echoed in the rising tide, along with the howls of the Tide Sages as they steered the tides, making the entire sea seem to boil.

It was as if the seawater had been infused with a strange vitality, the waves lifting the warship forward, over underwater reefs that could have destroyed it.

The Whisper Coast of Tirisfal is not suitable for warships to dock. In addition to the uneven and undulating coastline, the treacherous underwater reefs are also a major problem for ships.

However, Drake's fleet has the unreasonable assistance of the Tide Sages, who can allow the fleet to risk crossing theoretically impossible bays at high tide. In fact, this is also a specialty of the Kul Tiran fleet.

The Kurdish navy can operate in almost any complex maritime environment; its reputation as the world's leading naval power is well-deserved.

However, the dragonborn of Lordaeron have vicious allies: the Naga from the deep sea have established settlements of varying sizes along the Whispering Coast over the past period, greatly hindering Drake's beach landing.

The Naga sea witches are adept at manipulating lightning, and they can also disrupt the waves. If these soft-skinned snakes seize an opportunity, the fleet crossing the reef area will most likely be annihilated.

Drake's confidence in carrying out this adventurous plan stemmed from the fact that his capable sister had learned quite impressive skills during the past few days of sailing.

Accompanied by the clear chanting from the fluctuating flagship deck, as Jaina raised her ice crystal staff, emanating a chilling blue aura to summon her spellcaster, the temperature on the deck began to drop rapidly, as if some creature from the frigid realm had rushed into the material world.

A moment later, to the astonishment of the several Sea Sages, a massive, cold-colored ancient glacial elemental covered in ferocious ice armor tore through the seawater amidst the floating ice shards and appeared before Jaina.

The sea maiden wearily waved her staff, indicating the direction of her elemental magic attack.

The next instant, the terrifying glacial elemental turned and pounced on the Naga sea witches who were casting spells in groups on the shore.

Wherever this thing goes, the sea freezes over.

One second it was raging waves, the next it was frozen into frost. The sea witches were terrified. They screamed and fired all sorts of spells at the glacial element, but they couldn't hurt this powerful element at all.

The soft-skinned snakes could only watch in despair as the elemental, ferocious force of freezing everything surged ashore, freezing the shivering merman servants into ice sculptures, and then wielding its icy claws to extinguish the heat within them with roaring shards of ice.

It was almost a massacre.

Elemental creatures are much more powerful in their respective advantageous terrains. The ocean is obviously the home ground of water elementals, while the ancient glacial elemental is the second most powerful water elemental after Neptulon the Tidehunter. Under the Tidehunter, this creature is usually granted the title of "Elemental Duke".

Of course, the glacial elemental that Jaina summoned was wild.

The little witch didn't have the ability or reputation to summon real Hydraxian water elementals from the Tidehunters, but even so, her ability to master this arcane Frost specialization magic within a few days truly proved Jaina's extraordinary talent.

This wild glacial elemental has reached the level of a lower demigod, while Jaina's strength is stuck at the critical level of legendary due to her early growth, making it difficult for her to grow before adulthood.

The power gap between them was too great; even with "charm casting," she couldn't complete the summoning with her own strength.

The vigilant was in the thick of it.

Jaina will complete the covenant ceremony, and then he will step in to "talk" with the ancient glacial elementals.

Using the morality of holy light and fists enveloped in holy light, they "persuaded" the glacial elemental to serve this little witch temporarily for sixteen years, after which a formal contract would be made.

If Jaina could subdue the glacial elementals with her strength and spellcasting skills at that time, the latter would officially become Jaina Proudmoore's elemental lord.

This is clearly not in line with normal elemental contract rituals.

But the poor glacial elements were clearly no match for the shameless vigilant and could only bow their heads and admit defeat.

This kind of super elemental that completes the contract with the help of others will certainly not be as obedient as ordinary elemental demons. Jaina can only command it to a limited extent, but this is enough to protect the little witch and ensure she lives to adulthood.

"Very good, your skills in summoning and commanding water elementals are up to standard! You have passed the new student assessment of the Arcane Academy. Congratulations, Jaina Proudmoore, you have become the first student of the Arcane Academy Azeroth branch."

With the help of the powerful glacial element, Drake's fleet successfully completed the beach landing. Against the backdrop of the ice sculptures on Whisper Coast, Diakum solemnly and formally handed Jaina's "student ID" with her academic information to the exhausted little witch.

The latter also formally accepted it with both hands.

The student ID is exquisitely made, adorned with three crystal petals on the cover, giving it a very elegant and artistic feel. However, the text on it is all in ancient Eredar script, so Jaina needs to hurry up and learn this complex script before she can officially begin teaching.

The twin archbishops and Archbishop Nelly, as bystanders, witnessed this highly memorable moment.

When Jaina received her student ID, the twins and Archmage Imira immediately applauded, a gesture of care from the senior to the junior.

This is why Diakum spent so much time instructing Jaina on how to master this great magic. As the honorary headmaster of the Arcane Academy's branch campus in Azeroth, he also had to begin "recruitment work."

After all, the Sunwell campus, which has been wandering in the astral plane, will soon return to the material world. Sending a genius as a student to Ms. Vera at that time would surely bring good fortune.

Furthermore, if we don't act quickly enough with a "good prospect" like Jaina, she'll eventually be snatched up by Lady Blue Moon's Nassarath Academy.

Do you really think that the magical secrets Professor Diakum taught Jaina these past few days were something she figured out on her own?
fart!
What does a mere Holy Light cannon know about arcane truths?
This knowledge was imparted by Ms. Vera through her guidance in the Astral Realm, and by Mr. Di, the physical education teacher and doorman of the Mystic Academy, all for the sake of this "good student."

The little witch Jaina was unaware that she had been tricked.

She felt immense gratitude towards her mentor, Diakum, even though he was a physical education teacher; the transmission of profound truths was still invaluable.

“Very good, Saloras. For now, you, as an outstanding graduate, will take over Ms. Verara’s tutoring duties for Jaina. Be sure to pay attention, as the Dean will check when he returns.”

Dick turned to the twins and emphasized:

"Ms. Verara previously said that she was considering appointing a group of graduates to the Sunwell campus as faculty members, and you two are likely to be appointed as deans of the Mind Magic and Fire Magic departments under the Arcane Academy."

Nelly, the Grand Prix Church, will replace me as the physical education teacher at the Sunwell campus.

"What about me?"

The Holy Light Archmage Imira blinked expectantly, putting Dick in a difficult position. Not wanting to dampen the enthusiasm of the perennial academic underachiever, he reluctantly said:
“You might be the instructor for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Don’t be so serious. The Sunwell campus currently only has two colleges. Besides the Arcane College, I am the dean of the Theological College. What do you think?”

"Are you planning to compete with me for the position of Dean of Academic Affairs?"

"I definitely wouldn't dare."

Imira rolled her eyes and said:

"Fine, I'll be your mentor then. Anyway, you probably won't have time to teach the students, so I'll have to teach them. Oh my, who would have thought that I, who couldn't even graduate and almost dropped out, am now a legitimate mentor at the Mysterious Academy?"

If my parents were still alive, they would be so proud of me.

"But the Sunwell campus currently only has Jaina as a student."

Archbishop Saloras sighed and said:

"This is great. Including you and Ms. Vera, it's five demigods teaching one student. If we still can't produce a 'planet guardian', then all the instructors in our Mystic Academy should just give up."

"It's only temporary."

Dick waved his hand and said:
"Our primary source of students is in Draenor. Once the Sunwell campus is stable, we will naturally go back there to select students and hold educational activities. Not to mention anything else, just one 'Gui' could become the top student in the Elemental Academy in the future!"

Those recruited by Azeroth should all be 'commuter students', and their numbers should not be too large.

Besides Jaina, I've also spoken with Archbishop Faol that Prince Arthas Menethil and a group of young monks will also be studying at the seminary.

When you're traveling around the world, remember to keep an eye out for promising young talents.

"Gentlemen, we're at war here, can you talk about something related to the battlefield?"

Prince Drake leaned closer and sighed helplessly, saying:
"We are about to head towards the nearby 'Agamand Mill,' where we will rest and regroup before proceeding to Brill, near the capital of Lordaeron. At Marshal Lothar's current marching pace, they should reach the Tirisfal region shortly after we capture that town."

Once the two sides join forces, they can then begin their attack on the city.

"Where is Sir Uther?"

Diakum asked:

"He should be waiting for us around here."

"That's what I wanted to say. Ser Uther is attacking Agamander Mill."

Drake pointed to the carrier pigeon perched on his shoulder and said:
"The little fellow brought a letter. The lord has gathered a group of repentant dragonborn and said that he has found a way to bypass the city walls and reach the interior of Lordaeron."

"A secret passage into the city?"

Diakum sighed and said:
"Don't tell me we're going to have to walk through Lordaeron's stinking sewers again?"

"You're amazing! How did you know we were going through the sewers?"

Drake widened his eyes and said:

"Sir Uther has been searching for that road recently, and he only recently managed to access the city's ancient sewer system. The entrance is near Briel, so we must capture that town and hold off the Dragonborn's counterattack before Marshal Lothar arrives."

"Alas, no matter how glamorous a city may appear on the outside, there is always a sewer that silently bears everything, never refusing the repeated visits of the down-and-out and the ambitious."

The vigilant sighed with a melancholy expression and said:
"In the light's inspiration, I've witnessed the classic 'sewer raid' tactic countless times in countless futures. I just never imagined I'd be involved in it myself. Hopefully, the sewers of Lordaeron are cleaner than I imagined, otherwise..."

"Uh."

The prince of Kul Tiras blinked and whispered:
"Although the Church of Holy Light organizes a group of homeless people to maintain the city's sewer system every year, the city has been built for more than two thousand years and has undergone several renovations, resulting in a sewer system that is intricate and maze-like."

What I mean is, don't expect it to be very clean there. But it probably won't be too dirty either.

I've heard that Ravenholdt's assassins and some local warlocks gather in the sewers of Lordaeron. Tsk, that certainly fits their profession.

"Doesn't that prove that priests and paladins shouldn't be walking there?"

Aurecis said with a stern face:

"I suddenly realize that coming to participate in this siege was a mistake. Wait, not everyone needs to go through the sewers, right? Sir, we can fight on the front lines in Lordaeron City, providing cover for the heroes who sneak into the city and buying them time."

I don't believe the gates of Lordaeron are strong enough to withstand our attack!

"It's you."

Diakum pulled out a special Karazhan-style magical pocket watch, checked the "time," and said:

"I will not appear on the battlefield before that specific time arrives, so as not to alert the enemy. But you don't need to worry, no matter what dangers are lurking in this city, I will take on the responsibility of facing the final BOSS for you."

Did you hear that, Saloras?

The wind here carries with it the echoes and sobs of emptiness.

"Yes, a crack has appeared in the Sea of ​​No Light here."

Saloras whispered:
"They are summoning a monster back to the world to bring a reign of terror to Azeroth. Deathwing is coming soon, with vengeful fury. He is coming for you!"

“Xaratas will be waiting for you there.”

Nelly said with some concern:

"This is clearly the last trap she left behind. She's confident she can force you into Eclipse mode here. Are you really ready?"

"of course."

Diakum waved the pocket watch in his hand. The peculiar dial had no traditional minute, second, and hour hands. Instead, three hands of different colors swept across the same circle of marks at different speeds.

These three needles will inevitably meet at some point, and that will be the moment Diakum has been waiting for.

"The Sunwell's astral journey, the Swarm's supreme evolution, and the approaching arrival of that distinguished guest—when they all reach their proper places, something momentous will happen that will affect the workings of the cosmos. I am ready; I have been preparing and waiting for this."

Right here!

Dick pointed to the distant, faintly visible city of Lordaeron and said:

"In that city, the trajectory of fate will be twisted to a bizarre degree, hopefully to the satisfaction of the distinguished guests already seated in the audience."

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Stromka the Destroyer's sword, imbued with holy flames, pierced the scales of the towering dragonborn before him. The latter struggled to retaliate, but was kicked in the chest by Lothar.

The accumulated power of the Holy Slash erupted upon this heavy blow, and the exploding light engulfed the heavily wounded dragonborn.

Lothar did not stop, continuing to advance amidst the chaotic and bloody positional warfare. His Lion's Roar armor shielded him from the slashing swords, and even the daggers leaping in the shadows could not harm him.

The marshal simply brandished his sword in silence.

Seven days have passed since he entered the Silverpine Forest, and he has participated in such arduous and breakthrough efforts every single day.

He didn't seem tired at all, and even showed signs of impatience.

He wanted to solve the problem looming before him, to break free from the predicament of that cold, gloomy city built on a lakeside cliff, which was already visible to the naked eye.

This is the last line of defense between Silverpine Forest and Tirisfal.

Once this place is breached, I can enter the core of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, confront Terenas directly, and resolve the chaos he has caused.

Building an empire is just the beginning.

There are so many things to do, and time is so tight.

Can I complete the consolidation of the eastern continent before the Burning Legion returns to Azeroth?
Can he help Kael'thas find a solution before his mana addiction in Quel'Thalas erupts on a large scale?
Can I, in the limited future, lead human civilization to progress to a level that satisfies Mother Earth and earns her blessings?
The glory and enjoyment of being an emperor are insignificant in the face of so many problems.

Lothar didn't know if Terenas had considered these issues, or even if the power-obsessed guy was aware of them.

Living in the unique and cruel world of Azeroth, humans can't satisfy the world by just managing their own little plot of land.

not to mention.
"boom"

Lothar swung his fist and knocked the dragonborn in front of him to the ground.

He looked at the terror shining in the eyes of the very young dragonborn and at the scales on his body that were shrouded in an aura of the void.

These dragonborn have drunk the blood of the black dragon, and they are transforming into half-chaotic beings.

Terenas and his Dragonborn Empire have become part of the "problem" facing the world, making his already troubled future even more difficult.

The thought of this filled Lothar with rage.

Don't let your desires run wild and cause trouble for others, you jerk!
The marshal swung his foot and kicked the young dragonborn in the chest, sending him flying off the battlefield and into the river that connected to the lake. Then he continued to swing his sword forward.

The number of dragonborn around them was astonishing, and wild wolf packs under the command of Lylar Flamefang were also running wildly on the battlefield. They appeared and disappeared unpredictably, completely unrestrained by the wildness bestowed upon them by Goldrinn, treating every battle as a wild sacrifice in the hunt.

But these creatures dared not approach Lothar; they seemed to be intimidated by some power emanating from the Marshal.

They are currently besieging the White Pawn, trying to separate the Marshal's guards from him, thus giving the Dragonborn an opportunity to encircle and kill him, but this opportunity is becoming increasingly slim.

If the assassination had succeeded, Lothar would most likely not have been able to reach the battlefield so close to Lordaeron.

"Lothar!"

A tall, ferocious dragonman general, presumably the commander here, carried the Lordaeron battle flag on his back and charged forward, wielding two black dragon rune swords.

It roared:

"You will never set foot in Tirisfal, and you will never come near the Dragon Throne!"

Lothar grinned.

If we take down this guy, this defensive line will lose its commander, right?

Behind it was the lakeside avenue leading to Tirisfal, which led to the gates of Lordaeron. He had been here when he was young, and he never imagined that he would return in this way in the future.

Just as Lothar began his charge, a massive portal suddenly lit up at the edge of the lake in front of him.

At first, there were only pulsating runes, but they quickly spun and unfolded into a giant magic gate that kept expanding.

This caught the attention of the dragon commander, who abandoned Lothar and rushed towards the site, intending to destroy the large, legion-level portal that was opening.

We can't let any more reinforcements come!
Lothar's army is already overwhelming; if they come any further, Silverpine Forest, the last line of defense in Tirisfal, will fall completely.

But just as the dragonman raised his rune sword, a burst of intense light erupted from the portal. The magic sword, forged from blood-red crystal and carrying the heat of the blazing sun, severed the dragonman's wrist with a phoenix's cry.

The latter screamed and retreated, only to be leaped up from behind by Lothar. A golden blade of light flashed by, sending the dragon general's ferocious head flying off, landing right at the feet of Kael'thas, the Sun King, who had just stepped out of the portal.

Sunstrider looked at the dragon blood stains on his robes with disgust. He used his magical hand to grab the dragon general's head and smash it into the dragonborn's defenses, causing gasps of alarm.

As the elves' horns sounded, Alleria and Sylvanas each led their rangers out of the portal, becoming the final straw that broke the camel's back for the dragonborn in this place.

They started to back away.

The last line of defense has been breached!

"Sorry, dealing with the undead in the Stratholme region took a little time."

Kael'thas said apologetically to Marshal Lothar:

"Archbishop Faol will then arrive with the Ash Knights. As we swore before, we will meet at the gates of Lordaeron and shatter the Mad King's illusions of power."

"Don't look so relaxed, Sun King."

Lothar bent down, picked up the black dragon runeblade, and tossed it to the soldiers chasing the dragonborn beside him. He said to Kael'thas:

"Taking Lordaeron's capital city does not mean the end."

"Yes, but the remaining troubles in this kingdom are your business as the human emperor, and have nothing to do with us elves."

Kael'thas blinked and said:
"My country is in a mess too, so let's finish this quickly."

Ps:

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(End of this chapter)