Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 576, Section 37: One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, one who stays near ink gets stained black, one who stays near oxen becomes oxen - Bonus Chapter [810]

(Bonus chapter for "Diejia | Guo" [8/10])
The only thing Diakum was thankful for after setting foot on Azeroth again was that there was no disturbance to the flow of time in Kalecgos, and less than a day had passed since Rafaam sent them there.

But they did indeed fight an interstellar war and saved a world.

This bizarre experience is unbelievable!
For the mole people in the Charalek Cave, this time was not long. In fact, the little guys who loved listening to stories did not realize that the Dragon Kings had gone on a trip to another planet. They thought that their powerful "big friends" had purified all the dangerous things left behind by the dangerous black dragon in such a short time.

Therefore, when Diakum arrived in the mole-man town of Jam, surrounded by a blazing light, he was greeted by a group of small men cheering enthusiastically.

Although the noble dragon kings were also present, the mole-men stubbornly believed that it was the easy-going Diakum who single-handedly defeated all the monsters and brought lasting peace to Charalek Cave.

Therefore, after deliberation, their three elders decided to bestow upon Diakum Zastins the prestigious title of "Jamu Warrior".

It has to be said that this was absolutely the most ceremonial and hasty "award ceremony" that Diakum had ever participated in. Basically, the moleman's elder stood on the highest rock in the village, put a beautiful wreath on his head, and then announced that the town was about to start a carnival. That was it.

Dick also had to control his solar heat throughout the process to avoid turning these little guys into "rat slices".

There must be a reason why the mole people are making such a big fuss.

These small creatures have lived in the Charalek Caves for generations. They neither understand nor want to understand the complex world outside. They only want to live a peaceful and happy life in their fertile underground world.

The most exciting thing for them is to go to the Drogbar arena to watch the stone trolls fight each other, and cheer for the fighters they support.

But the presence of Abelus attracted the dangerous Jaradin giants to roam the area, and the molemen had little power to drive away those terrifying dragon slayers.

Now, their mighty warriors have shattered the black dragon's palace, which, in the eyes of the mole-men, means that Charalek Cave can return to its former glory.

However, Diakum's Holy Light Greatsword did indeed open a "skylight" in the originally isolated Charalek Cave, and the extent of that cave was most likely not something that could be sealed off by natural evolution.

Therefore, even if the mole people weren't ready, they still tried to make contact with the outside world.

Fortunately, their "Jamu Warriors" have a lot of connections in the outside world. Therefore, as the nominal "mistress" of Dragon Island, the Red Dragon Queen, who had just gone to Kalesh Star to fight against the Void Creatures and was exhausted, was forced to have a "diplomatic consultation" with the mole elders of Jamu.

The results were encouraging.

The dragons said they would take care of the mole people of Jam and allow them to explore the Dragon Islands. The beautiful queen also accepted a gift from the mole people: a ruby ​​unearthed from an ancient underground site.

It must be said that the mole people's ability to dig up ancient artifacts underground is truly remarkable; even the Red Dragon Queen was very fond of the ancient rubies they found.

Unfortunately, they couldn't stay in the peaceful yet bustling town of Jamu for too long, as there were plenty of troublesome things outside that awaited these queens, heroes, and leaders to deal with.

At the entrance to Charalek Caverns, as Diakum prepared to return to his camp with the Lightforged, the Red Dragon Queen strode forward, bowed slightly, and extended an invitation:

“We are not going to wait any longer. This experience in Karesh has made us realize the importance of finding our own morality in this complex world.”

We once regarded the desire for Titans as our ideal, which was a very foolish thing to do, and we will never do that again.

But in order to allow the dragons to completely part ways with the Titan system, my brothers and sisters and I plan to return to Tyr Keep now to rebuild our former friends.

We would like to invite you to witness this moment.

You have helped the dragons so much; almost every ethnic group has benefited from your grace. Your testimony means a great deal to us.

"Since you've put it that way, how could I possibly refuse?"

Dick smiled and said:
"And you did remind me that if Tyr, after being resurrected by the dragons, is still the guardian who sees duty and honor as everything, then in your current weakened state, facing him would be very risky."

I should be there to oversee things.

Furthermore, Tyr's 'Light of Courage' is a rather unique power style within the Holy Light branch.

Although it was an energy formed by the mixture of holy light and order magic, compared to the obscure path of light and shadow that I walk, I guess humans, who have always regarded Tyr as their racial deity, might be more suited to walk this variant path of high-level power.

Speaking of which, the famous 'Hand of Tyr' is still in the hands of human paladins; perhaps they should also be invited."

"You are a distinguished guest, and Dragon Islands will do everything in its power to meet all your needs."

The Red Dragon Queen replied earnestly, then instructed the Spellweaver to immediately dispatch a blue dragon to Lordaeron to invite Sir Fordring, the wielder of the "Hand of Tyr" holy hammer, to attend the ceremony.

The Dragon Kings went ahead to prepare various materials.

It is said that before Tyr died, he gave the dragons a mysterious "silver scale" as a testament to their friendship, but that thing should be the key to open the forge in Tyr's Fortress.

Aegwynn returned to the Chamber of Heart, bringing with her the four Titan Guardians from the various factions.

Azadas and Elonaya need no introduction; these two are Tyr's loyal followers. They once fell into despair, but regained their guardian status while protecting the Soul of the World, and are now happy to see Tyr's resurrection.

But Leiden and Thorim had mixed feelings.

Especially Leiden.

Since being awakened in the Chambers of Pandaria, he has almost watched helplessly as the mortals of this era dismantle the once sacred Titan Guardian system, and even the Dragon Aspects have now broken away from the system and returned to the embrace of Mother World.

In addition, the internal chaos of Ulduar and the filth and corruption of the Old Gods were truly appalling, all of which forced Ra-den to begin to doubt the Titan laws they had once believed in.

The main problem is that the Titans died.

Arcane Force has been weakening for a very long time. Without the constraints of the Pantheon, the emotional Titan Guardians naturally start to have all sorts of wild thoughts. And once people start to have wild thoughts, they are not far from doing something foolish.

The same goes for the Titan Guardians.

The four men were standing on the edge of the forge platform at Tyr's Keep, oblivious to the whispers and pointing fingers of the invited human paladins.

They simply hoped to see their ancient brother reborn today, but Leiden and Thorim didn't know what choices Tyr would make after awakening.

They didn't even dare to guess.

Before all the invited spectators, the Dragon Kings placed the silver dragon scale, crafted from the most precious "holy silver," on the control panel of the Tier Fortress.

Under Azadas's personal supervision, the furnace beneath the fortress began to operate.

This must have been a pre-programmed forging process. A moment later, as the ancient gate opened, amidst the exclamations of the crowd and the dragon kings, a stone giant draped in a red battle cloak appeared on the fortress platform amidst the churning lava.

This is exactly the same Tyr as the Dragon Kings remember him, even his silver arm has been reproduced one-to-one.

This means that this reforging facility was definitely not a device that the Titan Guardians had set up long ago; it must have been secretly placed here by Tyr after the birth of the Guardian Dragon.

Azadas, who had participated in the operation, looked at his master Tyr with a wistful gaze, now that he had put himself in chains, and then signaled to the dragon kings that they could place the silver disc containing Tyr's memories into the control panel.

"By simply copying his memories into the core module of this construct, Tyr's master can be 'resurrected'."

Azadas said:
“But I can only guarantee that he will have all the memory data, not that he will become the Tyr you imagine. Personality modules cannot be shaped by memory data. In the worst case, he might even see those memories as ‘other people’s stories’.”

"Just like my symptoms? So, the reforged Tyr is a fellow sufferer?"

Neltharion II suddenly uttered a sentence that drew strange looks from the others, but Azadas nodded and said very seriously:
“Indeed, it is exactly the same as your current situation. A new soul was born on an ancient body, but it does not agree with the actions and moral principles of its other self. Compared to you, Master Tyr is obviously facing a more difficult choice.”

“He is our friend, and after everything we’ve been through, we’ve come to understand why Tyr was so resistant to the fortress that we named after him.”

Alexstrasza held the platinum disc and placed it on the console, saying:
"Tyr was caught between duty and morality. He was not a heartless guardian; on the contrary, it was precisely because he regarded us as true friends that he made himself suffer so much."

We hope to bring this friendship to a perfect close.

"If we can give Tyr true freedom ourselves, then the dragons will have no regrets."

Isera added.

The dragon kings all nodded, even Neltharion II nodded. Although he did not agree with Ysera's overly idealistic and naive statement, he still understood the principle of blending in with the world.

Moreover, as a fellow "reborn patient" facing the same predicament, it truly felt a sense of empathy and blessing for Tyr.

As the platinum disc was placed into the control panel, amidst the buzzing of data reading, the dull eyes of the towering giant before him quickly regained their light. Under Diakum's gentle gaze, Tyr, who had been dead for countless years, finally "awakened."

The towering giant blinked blankly.

He first glanced around warily, after all, the last scene of that memory data was his self-destruction with the two Krahis warriors, which was a true moment of certain death.

However, the dragons' reassurance and the familiar sight of Azadas and Elonaya quickly calmed Tyr down. Tyr even exclaimed in surprise when he saw Ra-den dressed as a "ascetic".

"Lai! Weren't you missing?" "I'm sorry, brother, I shirked my responsibilities."

Leiden sighed.

For a moment, he was afraid to face his most upright brother. He didn't know how to tell him about his years of depravity. Compared to Tyr's resolute choice, he really seemed like a powerless coward.

But this is no longer the era of guardians.

Tens of thousands of years had passed since Tyr's death, and he had so much knowledge to catch up on.

But there wasn't enough time for Tyr to "listen to the story," so with his consent, Aegwynn, holding the Heart of Azeroth, projected everything that had happened during that time into Tyr's mind using the "world memory" method.

Such terrifying information is enough to overwhelm any soul, but the Titan Guardians have their own secrets.

Tyr spent a few minutes sorting through the information, and finally fell into a long silence. He looked at the five dragon kings in front of him with a complex, guilty, sorrowful and gratified gaze.

He truly considered these guardian dragons as friends; they had hunted the dangerous Galakrond together, a precious friendship forged through shared hardship.

Under the dragons' watchful gaze, Tyr sat cross-legged before the control panel, let out a long breath, and said to them:
“I had prepared a lot of words, but when the moment actually came, I realized that explaining and seeking forgiveness were both futile efforts. I once thought that bringing you brave and wise people into the Titan Guardian system was a protection and blessing for you.”

But as it turns out, I myself didn't understand that the group I worked for wasn't perfect.

By the time I realized the real problem, I couldn't even save myself, let alone help you. All I could do was weakly wish you well.

But fate ultimately protected you, my friends.

A relaxed smile spread across Tyrna's rock-cast face, and he said aloud:
"You overcame the shackles of order and the temptations of the void on your own. You left the perilous situation on your own and finally returned to the embrace of Mother World."

You made your choice!

You don't have to be trapped in the gap between 'duty' and 'justice' like I was, ultimately losing yourself in the process.

I feel proud and honored for you, my dragon friends. May this world treat you kindly.

Then, Tyr turned to look at the four dragons.

He said very seriously:

"I apologize, I gave the Dragon Kings the wrong instructions. It was indeed my order to collect the proto-dragon eggs and hatch them into dragons of order. Those 'egg thieves' were also Titan creations shaped under my command."

I once thought this was a necessary sacrifice for justice.

But it wasn't until I myself fell into that desperate situation that I realized that if justice requires innocent people to make terrible sacrifices, then it cannot be called 'justice'.

Justice is about fostering unity, not creating division.

Therefore, although it is more than 20,000 years later, I must apologize to you all and hope you can forgive me.

"It's too late to talk about this now; it's a mess."

The Iceheart Dragon Velanoz readily accepted Tyr's apology. She glanced at the Red Dragon Queen, shook her head, and said:
“You are not entirely wrong, and we are not absolutely right either. Let the past remain in history. What is important is that we do not repeat the same mistakes in the present and the future.”

"I do not accept!"

The stone-scaled dragon clenched its fist at that moment and rebuked Tyr:
“I do not accept your apology because this is not solely your fault, Tyr. You do not represent the Titan Guardians, and your apology only represents your own repentance. However, your brothers and sisters and your masters…”
I will never forgive them!

After saying this, Ilyudicon turned and left. Philek also breathed flames from his nostrils and turned into a ball of fire before leaving. But Lysages ultimately stayed behind.

This is the best possible outcome.

“Tyr, this is your weapon! We used to wield it to fight against invaders and demons, and now it is yours to be returned.”

Sir Fordring, who had been invited to Tyr's Keep through the portal of the blue dragons, stepped forward and, under the watchful eyes of a group of paladin leaders who had followed to watch the spectacle, presented the "Hand of Tyr" to the reborn guardian with both hands.

Tyr Silverhand stroked the warhammer, which was now in human form, with a nostalgic gaze, as if he could sense the battles it had endured through the hammer.

Finally, he shook his head and said:

"Compared to the battles this weapon has brought me, it is more like a symbol of 'justice' in your hands, Tirion Fordring, warrior of the Light of humanity. Continue to hold it with pride. I have many spare weapons, but this one is of great significance to you."

in addition"

Tyr hesitated for a moment, then sighed and said:
"I've only regained my body and memories. My personality is currently confused, and my strength hasn't returned. I'm just big, but very weak. If we really fought, I might not even be your match."

This answer surprised Sir Fording.

The paladins behind him burst into good-natured laughter; Tyr's humor undoubtedly brought him much closer to these humans.

Who wouldn't like a "legendary god" who can joke around?

"cough cough"

Diakum coughed and winked at Aegwynn. The Star Soul Spokesperson, who was already prepared, took out a "Special Edition Heart of Azeroth" from his pocket and handed it to the giant in front of him with both hands.

Under Tyr's astonished gaze, and amidst the dragon kings' delighted looks, Lady Aegwynn spoke softly:
"Although you are one of the Titan Guardians, Lord Tyr, the World Mother favors you greatly because, among all the Titan Guardians, you are the only one who has ever considered things from her perspective."

You will also be bewildered by the laws of the Titans and the torment of the Supreme Star Soul, and your eventual self-destruction is a symbol of making that decision.

Mother World has thus felt your integrity and kindness, and now that you have been resurrected in this era, you no longer have to bear so much terrible pressure.

Therefore, as the spokesperson for the Star Soul, I invite you to join us! Like Azadas and Elonaya, truly become a god protecting this world, rather than an accomplice of those who enslave it.

Tyr was clearly hesitant.

He looked at Leiden and Thorim, but unexpectedly, Leiden did not stop him. His tired eyes even carried a "blessing" that Tyr could not understand.

It seems that Ra-den also felt that Tyr becoming the true protector of Azeroth was the right thing to do.

"If you receive the enhancement of the world's power..."

Diakum then quietly spoke up:

"Then perhaps in the future, when we go to rescue the eternal souls suffering in Aggramar, you can also travel with us."

"you"

These words made Tyr turn around abruptly. He stared at Diakum, frowned, and said:

“You are an enemy of the Titans! How can I believe you would truly save my creator?”

"It is precisely because I am an enemy of the Titans that you should trust me even more."

Diakum stroked the Heart of Azeroth ring on his finger and said in a subtle tone:

“I will release Him, in the way I killed Him.”

This firm reply made Tyr clench his fists, but he eventually nodded, then solemnly straightened himself and said to Ms. Aegwynn:

"This is an important choice. To be honest, Your Excellency, I have regained my memories, but I am quite confused. I may need some time to think about it before I can find the answer."

This is not a perfunctory response to your and the world's expectations!
I assured the Supreme Star Soul that once I had the answer, I would personally visit him.

"However, whatever you do next, whether it's following Ra-den to Ulduar to rescue your brothers and sisters, or going to Skyhold to persuade the stubborn Odin."

You all need strength.

Azeroth is far from peaceful these days, so take it with you.

Aegwynn placed the Heart of Azeroth in Tyr's hand and said:

"No one will worry that you will abuse this great power. In fact, if it weren't for your sacrifice back then, there would be no civilization of humans, dwarves, and gnomes today. Although human worship of you stems from ancient legends, you truly deserve to be the 'God of Courage' that we sing of."

Therefore, continue to be a model of justice for all beings in Azeroth, Lord Tyr.

The reborn guardian stroked the Heart of the World pendant in his hand, and finally nodded, whispering:
"No matter which path I ultimately choose to take, I swear I will not betray this trust."

(End of this chapter)