Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 541, Part 2: The Mortal Fighting Brothers of the Vigilant Decide to Take the Lead
In Lordaeron, Lothar was reviewing intelligence reports from the front lines. Although the recapture of Lordaeron was progressing smoothly, the farsighted Lothar had already put the war against Kul Tiras on the agenda.

The various messages constantly being sent back from that isolated overseas country proved that Losa's concerns were correct.

The world's leading naval power is showing signs of becoming a "Void Nest." The accumulation of various reports has left Lothar and his commanders with grim expressions, especially the naval commanders who belong to the Kul Tiras combat order, who are all red with anger.

These brave seamen could not accept that their homeland had become a land trampled upon by evil forces.

However, under Prince Drake's leadership, they participated in Lothar's northern expedition throughout, and they were well aware that the situation in the north was still unstable, and even if Lothar wanted to aid Kul Tiras, it would be difficult for him to concentrate his forces.

"Three months!"

Lothar is a commander who understands people very well.

He sensed the anger and resentment in the hearts of these valiant naval commanders, and at this military conference, he put forward his idea. He stood up and said to everyone:
"Three months should be enough for us to end the large-scale war in the northern frontier. At that time, the Seventh Army will reorganize a naval force for the operation to land in Kul Tiras."

I promise you, my warriors.

The human empire will never allow its sacred territory to degenerate into a 'paradise of evil gods'!

You've all seen the intelligence Drake sent back; he believes that the Waycrest family can be supported in establishing a long-term resistance base in the Druswa Mountains.

I think this suggestion is excellent!

Therefore, if you are willing, I can provide supplies so that you can go to Kul Tiras first to prepare for the war. At present, the war in the northern frontier basically does not require warships.

The Stormwind Kingdom's fleet can also participate, but this will require you to travel to Stormwind City and meet with King Llane.

"Thank you for your understanding, Marshal, Your Majesty!"

A naval captain stood up and expressed his sincere gratitude.

He then said:

"If you are going to cross the sea to Kul Tiras, then my opinion is that we should first take Tol Barad Island, which is an exclave of Kul Tiras. We can establish the home port of the Imperial fleet there and gather resources to build a shipyard."

Naval warfare is more complex than land warfare.

But I believe that with the Empire's support, the darkness and evil of Kul Tiras will surely be driven away by us.

"Very good, professional matters should be left to professionals."

Losa nodded and said:
“I have never commanded a fleet before, so once Drake returns, I will appoint him as the interim commander of the Imperial Fleet, and the naval battle concerning Kul Tiras will be entirely entrusted to him.”

"But Your Majesty, Your Majesty Dailin."

The naval captain wanted to say something more, but his companion tugged at his sleeve, signaling him to shut up.

Don't they see what King Dalene looks like now? Just that "pirate outfit" mix and match makes it clear that the general might have lost his mind. He's obviously not suitable to lead troops until he's cured.

Given the current situation, it would be more appropriate for Prince Drake to command the Imperial fleet.

After the meeting ended, Lothar picked up the intelligence again, turned to the last page, and frowned, struggling to understand the complicated engineering terms.

But in the end, they gave up.

The weary marshal rubbed his temples and muttered:

"So, can someone please explain to me what this seemingly powerful 'Origin Weapon' actually means? And why is Drake so nervous?"

"It's an engineered weapon that can reverse the Curse of Flesh, inspired by the Mechagnomes' reverse engineering of Titan technology, and its effects are astonishing."

Theoretically, all creatures containing the 'Titan gene' will revert to their pure form under the illumination of the Origin Weapon.

Unfortunately, the Mechagnomes' use of Titan technology is clearly not yet advanced enough to perfectly reverse the Curse of Flesh. Therefore, if that thing were to fall on Boralus, it would most likely trigger a 'massacre' worthy of being recorded in history.

Diakum's voice rang out from outside the door, and the Vigilant, returning from Khaz'aga with the answer Lothar hoped for, went back to his loyal human friend.

He explained to Losa, whose eyes had widened in surprise:

"The mad king of the Mechagnomes can indeed kill all the void creatures of Boralus with the Origin Weapon he created; that high concentration of Titan energy is the nemesis of all 'enemies of order'."

But humans can also be killed by massive amounts of radiation.

The good news is that this kind of death is painless; the entire city's population will vaporize in an instant.

The bad news is
"Uh, all you just heard was bad news."

“No wonder Drake is so nervous. We need to contact the gnomes in Gnomeregan as quickly as possible, have them calm down that somewhat agitated mechanical gnome, and then find out what’s going on and land on Mechagon Island immediately.”

Losa slapped his face in exasperation and sighed, "I'm so frustrated!"
"A strange race we've never heard of before possesses such terrifying weapons. Sigh, all I can say is that the civil war in the human empire is like primitive people fighting with spears in the face of these ruthless 'demons and monsters'."

Dick, why do you think things are always so bad in Azeroth?
Sometimes I really think it's a miracle that we ordinary humans can grow up safely in such a dangerous world.

Diakum really wanted to respond to Lothar's complaints, saying that you "humans" are not ordinary either, after all, the humans of Azeroth did not evolve from monkeys.

Evolution has no place in this fantastical world.

But he ultimately held back his complaints, pulled up a chair and sat down at Lothar's desk, saying:
"On the bright side, the mechanical gnomes possess incredibly powerful Titan technology. Once they become subjects of the Empire, you will receive a terrifying boost in engineering weaponry."

The rudimentary war machines sent by the goblins can be upgraded to a usable level, individual weapons can be improved from single-shot dwarven muskets to rapid-fire machine guns, and even the mechagnomes' massive assembly line factories can propel your empire into the 'Industrial Revolution'.

"Dwarves and Mechagnomes are the 'technological heart' of the human empire, Lothar. You must seriously consider the issue of the allegiance of these two small races."

"Ah."

Lothar nodded; Diakum's advice on these matters had never been wrong.

But then he placed the intelligence he was holding on the table and said to Dick:

"You can't participate in the Empire's reconquest of Kul Tiras, right?"

"Yes, unlike my self-restraint during the war in the northern frontier, I really can't participate this time."

Diakum nodded and said:
"The Void Lords and N'Zoth have conspired to set a trap. With the shadow of the Black Empire now looming over Kul Tiras, the moment I step into that country, I will immediately face the most vicious counterattack from the Void forces."

They were really desperate to get rid of me because I touched their most precious cake.

This conflict is simply irreconcilable.

Given that Kul Tiras is now a void, my non-participation is actually the greatest help I can give you.

But don't worry, since the Void faction has openly intervened in the transformation of civilization, the entire Lightforged Chapter and the Shadowseekers will fight back!

The vigilant solemnly promised:
“When you begin to retake Kul Tiras, my disciple Faria will become your ‘Advisor of the Light,’ and the Lightforged Chapter will be at your command.”

“I was going to refuse because you have really helped us so much.”

Lothar shrugged and said:

"But then I realized that without the help of the Holy Light Warriors, it would be difficult for us to defeat those monsters and demons who had already banded together, so I thank you, Dick, as always, from the bottom of my heart."

This time, you stand in the light and pray for the human empire. We will take back the last piece of land of the human empire with our own hands!
In his letter, Drake wrote that he could only be the emperor of the land people, and if he wanted to be the emperor of all mankind, he would have to complete his conquest of Kul Tiras.
Do not!
I don't like the word 'conquer'; I prefer to call it 'salvation'.

At this point, Losa stood up.

He leaned on the table and said very seriously to Diakum:

“I am your friend, Dick. We have been through a lot together, and I know that your extremely high moral standards make it difficult for you to console yourself, especially when you witnessed what happened in Kul Tiras but were unable to help because of the Void.”

But please believe me.

No one will blame you for this, and no one will be disappointed in you.

Throughout the empire, the entire eastern continent, and the entire world, everyone who has heard your name knows how much you have done for us.

That battle of the Void Gods made us truly understand the kind of pressure you usually face. To be honest, after witnessing the terrifying war in the Sea of ​​No Light, even I felt that if you were to devote your precious energy to worldly matters, it would be irresponsible to everyone.

Listen to me, my friend.

We always say that humans have human responsibilities and gods have divine obligations. In the eyes of mortals, you are undoubtedly no different from a 'god', so do what a god should do!
Focus intently on your mission and duty within the Holy Light, and continue to lead the Eredar back to their homeland, just as you have helped us. So many wars and acts of mutual aid have long made humanity the Eredar's 'otherworldly brothers'!
We also assure you that when you step onto the demonic battlefields of Argus, all the righteous warriors of Azeroth will stand with you.

He paused, stared into Diakum's eyes, and said:
"Let us fight this battle!"
We will return victorious in your light, and we will show N'Zoth the Thousand-Bearded Demon that even without the noble Vigilant's personal intervention, his mortal brothers-in-arms can vanquish that evil god who threatens the world!

Diakum was somewhat moved.

As Lothar said, he did feel a sense of loss when he realized that he could not participate in the reconquest of Kul Tiras.

Dick even believed that he had instigated the war of the gods, which directly led to N'Zoth, that cunning fellow, receiving the full assistance of the Void faction, thus enabling him to set up the shadow of the Black Empire in Kul Tiras.

That was a trap set for him. He couldn't step into it, otherwise, the best outcome of waging war against the Void Lords in the material world would be to reduce the island nation of Kul Tiras to ashes overnight.

Perhaps the Void forces also exploited Diakum's excessively high moral standards to create psychological pressure on him.

But Lothar's words came at just the right time.

Lothar's words made Diakum realize that while he was helping others, those who gathered in the light would also spontaneously shelter the source of the light from the elements.

Although the two sides may not be on the same level in terms of strength, this understanding and comfort still made Diakum feel that he was not alone.

He smiled, stood up, and said:

"In that case, you shall achieve victory without me. Furthermore..."

The vigilant blinked and said:
“In the magical crystal light of that Khaz'aga, I seemed to see a prophecy. I cannot confirm whether it is true or not, but Lothar, are you really sure that you are the sole heir of the Lothar family? Or to put it more deeply, are you really sure that the lineage of the ‘Thoradin Empire’ has been severed?”

"what?"

Losa's eyes widened.

Although the Vigilant never openly acknowledged that he was a prophet, many Eredar believed that their leader possessed the same magical prophetic abilities as the Prophet Velen.

In other words, Diakum's words were likely not unfounded, especially during this intimate conversation.

Dick waved his hand and said:

"I myself cannot be sure whether the illusions I saw represent some kind of reality, after all, this timeline has long deviated from the so-called predetermined fate. But if you have extra explorers at your disposal, you might as well send them out into the storm to search."

By the way, I heard that the Pandaren envoys are visiting Ironforge.

Considering that Shenzhenzi has been carrying the Wandering Isle on his back for thousands of years, probably no one in the world knows those hidden areas of the sea better than the Pandaren of the Wandering Isle. Perhaps you could send someone to ask those Pandaren.

What if there's a surprise?

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"Huh? A human empire hidden in the stormy sea on the other side of the world? Are you sure you're not talking nonsense?"

When Diakum raised the question on the Sunwell floating island, he was immediately ridiculed by Lady Aegwynn.

The former guardian shook his head decisively and said:

"Impossible! Dalaran experienced the period of empire division, and mages have always had the habit of recording history, let alone such a major event concerning the empire's succession. If Emperor Thoradin's descendants really did flee overseas during the chaos, it's impossible that there wouldn't be any record of it."

I think you're probably daydreaming.

"But I think it's possible. After all, before yesterday, we didn't know that such a large piece of Holy Light Crystal was hidden in the planet Azeroth."

Diakum sat behind the provost's desk, shrugged, and said:
"After seeing that crystal with your own eyes, do you still dare to say that there is anything in this world that is absolutely impossible?"

This question silenced Aegwynn.

However, the former guardian had a solution; she said:

"I'm going to Dornnogar to deal with the Unified Field Node there. The matter there isn't complicated, so I don't need you to get involved."

I won't ask you what you plan to do with that Holy Light Crystal. Perhaps you've already made your decision, and the Supreme Star Soul supports all your decisions.

If you're really interested in that possible 'human empire', why not start with the timeline? Don't you have a bronze dragon under your command?
Let her jump into the chaotic era more than two thousand years ago and search there.

If the Thoradin Empire you described truly exists, and that empire has continued from the era of division to the present day—well, I can only say, that would be a truly interesting matter.”

After saying that, Aegwynn laughed, turned around, transformed into a raven, flew out the window, and disappeared into the wind.

Diakum was momentarily tempted. If he asked Chromie, he was sure he could find out if the legendary empire existed. Moreover, given Chromie's personality, he would definitely be very interested in these interesting stories hidden in the corners of history.

But Dick ultimately did not do so.

Chromie has been very busy lately.

She had been assisting the two Dragon Aspects at the Dragon Shrine in searching for traces of Nozdormu, the Time Dragon Aspect, in the Time Network. Even if Chromie were interested in this, she probably wouldn't have the time.

And
Diakum glanced down at the untouched "Teaching Plan for the Sunwell Branch of the Mystic Academy" on his desk. He wouldn't be able to explain himself to Ms. Verara until he finished and submitted it.

However, just as Diakum was about to put pen to paper, the Heart of Argus seal on his finger suddenly twitched.

"Diakm, return to Draenor."

Lord Argus reminded him:

"The purification of that construct has reached its final stage. The Naaru need a sufficiently powerful source of Holy Light to assist them in completing the complete purification of the fel core."

This job is perfect for you!

I really hope you can be a part of this moment that means so much to me.

"Great, that's good news."

Dick was immediately overjoyed.

The Lord's battle body is finally nearing completion, which means the Eredar have another trump card in their hands.

The Burning Legion was only defeated, not routed. The demons' counterattack could come at any time. When Lord Argus can stand on the same battlefield as the Eredar, even if the demons send out the Fallen Titans, there is nothing to fear.

Meanwhile, in the region where the material world meets the distorted void, a dilapidated demon starship struggled to escape from the "void vortex".

He was visibly disheveled.

In the ship's cabin, which had clearly witnessed a brutal war, Illidan the Starhunter helped his loyal subordinate into the barely functional control room of the starship.

He asked loudly:
How long will it take to get back to Azeroth from here?

"The warship's warp drive is still usable, sir, but we are severely damaged and can only sail at low speeds."

The "blind man" steering the boat sighed:

"It will take at least a month and a half. Those bastards have sabotaged the communication system, and we can't even contact the hunters who are lost in this space."

The good news is, we've shaken off those traitors.

The bad news is that Lord Auturis was most likely captured while covering our retreat.

"Then let's turn back!"

Illidan's claws clenched, then he said without hesitation:

"Preparations for the demonic war won't be completed so quickly, but intelligence on Mardum has been fully gathered. Once we return to Azeroth, we can begin our operation against this nexus."

Auturis is strong and cunning; he knows how to survive in the hands of a traitor, and he will hold out until we come to bring him back.

Hmm, hopefully 'Holy Light Butcher' who just finished the Void God War can find some time.

This is a task we can't handle on our own.

(End of this chapter)