Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 584, Section 45: The World Mother's Order - Send Odin his favorite "shaved ice" (a type of shaved ice dessert).

Lysajers and Velanoz are flying above the Storm Fjord.

They enjoyed their rare moments of freedom, just like in ancient times when they chased each other and competed in speed. This was the proto-dragons' favorite game and contest.

They always compete to see who can fly faster and better, and who can hunt more food in the same amount of time, and regard such victory as an honor.

Before the War of the Scaled Blood, Velanoz was the most skilled of all the proto-dragons in flying and hunting. Because of this, she enjoyed a high reputation among her people and was one of the few dragons that the volatile and unpredictable Lysages respected and was willing to approach.

However, Lesajers is no longer preoccupied with winning or losing.

She and her three companions have been through so much that she will also live the rest of her life with a "forgiving" attitude.

“I always felt that Ilyudicun was avoiding us.”

In the clouds soaring towards the highest peak of Stormfjord, the Thunder-Eating Dragon spoke to the Ice-Heart Dragon, who rode the wind:
"It's acting very strangely. After returning from that Titan city, it went straight back to its lair. What's worse, we don't even know where its lair is, we only know it's underground in Kalimdor."

Lysages made the air around him circulate even faster, and stretched his exaggerated yet elegant body, whispering:

"Is it just my imagination? Ilyudicun seems to be getting more and more withdrawn."

"Perhaps it is deliberately distancing itself from us to protect us."

Velanos didn't know the specifics of the Stonescale Dragon's past, but the wise ancient wisdom offered her a certain conjecture. When Lysages asked, she shook her head and said:
"Don't try to spy on it. If it thinks we should know, it will tell us at some point. Let's focus on the present. The local storm dragons have been subservient to Odin for so long that they no longer resist."

Their dragon mother even willingly became part of that ridiculous 'trial of the gods'.

Seriously, Lysages, I don't think those storm dragons will obey you when you appear on Mount Torinnir.

They have been strengthened by Odin and shed their original forms from the proto-dragons, becoming beings similar to the guardian dragons. They have their own civilizations, and the rules of the proto-dragons no longer apply to them.

What are your thoughts on this?

"Ha, I will wipe out all those storm dragons that disobey me!"

Leisages uttered a single sentence, causing the Iceheart Dragon to abruptly stop in mid-air.

Just as Velanoz was about to give a serious lecture, the Thunder-Eating Dragon suddenly let out a thunderous laugh.

“I’m just kidding. You should really look at your expression just now, Willanos. You looked exactly like an elder who couldn’t hold back after hearing a bad answer. Do you have some doubts about the Vigilant’s right to ‘confess’? Or do you think I’ve really become incorrigible?”

The Thunder-Eating Dragon joked:
“Before you were released, Wilanos, I had already changed.”

In this unfamiliar world, I received help from Mother World and embraced the wisdom I had previously lacked.

Perhaps in battle I am still that ruthless madman, but outside of battle, I have learned not to arbitrarily decide the fate of others without relying on power.

I've done that kind of thing far too many times, and cruelty no longer brings me pleasure.
To be honest, I had already made 'arrangements' in Stormfjord before we got to this point today, but I must correct you, Willanos.

"Ok?"

Looking at the Thunder-Eating Dragon in front of her, who had even learned to joke, Iceheart Dragon suddenly realized that making this guy too smart might not be a good thing.

They've all learned to scare people, is that even possible?

She looked at Lysages with a puzzled expression, and the latter said:

"Not all Grinnir Storm Dragons chose to submit. In fact, even among dragons born from the same nest, there are those 'born rebellious.' The local Vrykul pride themselves on being fearless, but they do have things they fear!"

Every time a storm sweeps across this fjord, a terrifying shadow descends, riding the thunderstorm.

All life on this land is its food.

That creature is called 'Nithogg,' or 'The Calamity of Thunderstorms' by the locals. It and its offspring roam far from the mountains of the Storm Dragons, on the lands of the Vrykul, as a sign of its disdain and defiance of Odin.

It does not submit to the Guardians' power; as far as I know, it has already defeated at least five waves of Heroic Spirit Hunters from Valarjar.

"That sounds a lot like you used to be."

Wilanos blinked and said:
"So, you're planning to start with that?"

"It's not just a plan, I've already taken action."

Lysages laughed, the laughter turning into a deafening roar on the last syllable. As the elegant storm dragon unfurled its claws and giant wings, the once clear and sunny Stormfjord was instantly covered with thunderclouds. A storm was approaching, and this could be considered an "invitation".

Soon, another low growl echoed from the mountains below, as if in response.

Under Vilanoz's watchful eye, a blue-purple storm dragon emerged from the rocks, its massive wings crackling with lightning.

It possesses the signature "thunderjaw" of the Grinnir Storm Dragon, and with each breath beneath its seemingly "delicate" scales, visible arcs of violent electricity throb across its thick neck.

These "thunder-specialized" storm dragons clearly possess some kind of supernatural electrical organ, causing their claws, back spurs, teeth, and even tails to be wrapped with rather beautiful electric currents.

However, they are much smaller than the real guardian dragons, even smaller than adult protodra, so they appear "small" in the eyes of ancient dragons like Velanoz.

Those electric arcs were pretty, but that's about it; they were seriously lacking in deterrence.

"It's you again! You strange, snake-like dragon."

The mighty storm dragon lord Nithogg hovered amidst the approaching storm, flapping its wings against Thunderforge's. It roared at Lessages:
“I have already made it clear that I am not interested in your proposal! I may look down on my spineless compatriots, but I have no intention of becoming a ‘freak’ like you! I will prove that my strength will eventually surpass those arrogant thunder giants.”

I will definitely do it even without your help!

“Hey, Willanos, it calls you a ‘freak’.”

Lysages, however, wasn't angry. Instead, amidst the blinding "crimson lightning," he turned to look at the Iceheart Dragon and said in a provocative tone:

“You’re right, this guy is just like me in the past. He has absolutely no interest in listening to me describe what it means to ‘become a dragon,’ nor does he want to know about the past of the Scaled Blood War and our perseverance.”

It was proud of its own strength, completely unaware that it was just a cute little thing waving a lollipop that someone had stuffed into its hand.

I don't want to resort to violence today; I'm currently undergoing repentance.

So, could you please use our rules to teach this arrogant guy how to treat power?

Wilanos did not answer.

The ancient, avatar dragon merely looked at the defiant storm dragon with a "critical" gaze, then shook its head regretfully and said:

“In our time, it wouldn’t even qualify as a ‘winged wing.’ I bet its bad temper would kill it in the first or third second of seeing Philec.”

"Yeah, I'm so glad that guy isn't here."

Lysages replied with complete agreement.

The two strangely shaped creatures in front of him were talking back and forth, completely ignoring him. This made the powerful Nisogg feel humiliated, and he roared in fury, unleashing lightning at the Iceheart Dragon.
Ten seconds later, the ancient glacier, sealing a terrified Nisogg, crashed into the sea below, which was trembling in the storm.

Nisogg, who was nearly frozen to death, couldn't understand why, even though both were demigod dragons, he was powerless to resist them.

"Wake up for a while."

Willanos coldly said, "If you haven't frozen to death in three hours, I'll give you a chance to rephrase your words! I suddenly realize that Lysages's docility isn't all a good thing. In the past, I wouldn't have needed to lift a finger to teach these ignorant descendants a lesson!"

But the Thunder-Eating Dragon ignored its companions' complaints. It swayed its elegant and divine body, standing tall amidst the raging thunderstorm, looking down with an arrogant gaze at the storm dragons hiding in fear among the rocks.

Those were all Nisogg's children and spouses.

The fact that they can hide here with the "Thunderstorm Catastrophe" proves that these guys also do not submit to the shackles imposed on them by the Titans and their guardians.

This makes Lesajers willing to waste a little time on them.

Accompanied by a storm of thunder, the Thunder-devouring Storm Dragon roared:

"So what do you say? You want to join my hunting party? You pathetic creatures who possess the same talent for controlling storms as I do! You keep talking about rebelling against the tyranny of the giants, yet you only dare to hide in these mountains and attack the giants' followers."

What a laughable, cowardly reaction!
Why don't you just provoke them and fight those giants who enslave you?

"A powerful dragon."

An old storm dragon, trembling, flew up to the peak, raised its head amidst the falling lightning, and shouted to Lysages:
“The Dragon Mother of Grinnir forbids us from rebelling, and it’s not that we haven’t rebelled before. The young Dragon Mother lost her people and mate because of that one reckless rebellion. The Storm Dragons have never willingly become the mounts of those rude Stormforged heroes.”

But we cannot defy Odin, who gave us the power of lightning in ancient times.
The last rebel from Mount Grinnell is still a plaything hunted by heroic spirits in his 'eternal hunting ground,' and we... we just don't want to face that grim reality.

"What you need is to follow the true Mother of the World and harness true power!"

Lysajers roared:
"If you have the courage to rebel, or even just the will to rebel, I will grant you here the thunder and storms that truly belong to this world, instead of Odin's ridiculous Titan creation."

you!
Old dragon, would you be willing to become an incarnation of me?

"Mother World needs a new incarnation, a dragon messenger, and after I have overthrown Odin's enslavement of you, I will lead you into the Sky Wall to truly seize the power of the wind element in this world."

"I"

The old dragon, forced to confront Lysages, hesitated for a moment, then finally answered:

"I'm willing, and it seems I don't have the right to refuse."

“You’re smart, at least in terms of reading people, you already have the talent of a ‘wing commander’.”

The Thunder-Devouring Dragon laughed heartily.

But Velanos's expression suddenly changed. He saw something trailing golden flames falling from the sky, crashing diagonally towards Hela's domain.

The golden light seemed to envelop a "person".

"You go about your business here."

The Iceheart Dragon, bathed in lightning, turned and said to Lysages:

“I went over to take a look, and my instincts told me that some ‘trouble’ was about to come my way.”

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When Heya awoke from the dizziness of the impact, she had already been thrown from Skyhold into the city of Hothwald, which was occupied by the Hylaijars.

A large horde of drowned people, reeking of the stench of the drowned, were trying to surround and kill her, but Heya merely sneered at them, then drew the Guardian of Truth and slung the Shield of Aggramar over her shoulder.

That's right.

Even though she confronted Odin to his face and was rebuked as a "traitor," Odin still did not take back the reward that Hea deserved.

After all, she had completed the God-King Trial under the witness of Munin and Hujin, so she was qualified to wield the Shield of Aggramar. The War King was a figure with an excellent reputation in this regard.

He disdained to play mind games with a mere mortal like Heya.

Of course, the consequences of defying the King of War were also terrible. Originally, Heya could have had an entire army of Thunderforged Heroes and Valkyries accompany her to the Abyss of the Underworld to challenge Hela.

But now, all the aid is gone!
Heya must venture into the abyss of the underworld alone and complete the true "Trial of Courage".

This is basically tantamount to sending her to her death.

Odin believed that if Heya thought she had "justice" to speak of, then she should use this cruel method to practice her justice. Although I don't quite understand the logic behind this statement, trying to reason with a Titan guardian who has been imprisoned for countless years is, well, a bit unnecessary.

Even though Heya carries a divine shield that grants her "invincible defense," it still cannot protect her for long in the Abyss of the Underworld.

That was the territory of the Death Force. Although the Titans' divine power was formidable, the weapon of a mere "fallen god" was not enough to protect Heya as she fought her way in and out of the Vrykul's hell.

But Heya was not despairing about this outcome; on the contrary, she was quite relaxed at this moment.

Faced with her questioning, the War Lord expressed his thoughts and judgment, but Heya had her own judgment on the matter and, like a true Vrykul, had no intention of bowing to power.

When Odin threw her off Valarjar, Heya finally had enough reason to convince herself to embrace the call of the World Mother.

She will also become one of the saviors.

After she fights her way in and out of Helya's abyss seven times, she may become the first Vrykul in history to follow the Supreme Star-Soul.

"Come on, you scum!"

Heya slapped the gleaming sword and shield of Truth in her hand, and in the blazing light of justice, any undead spirit that dared to approach her would be mercilessly burned to death.

Such a battle wasn't even a "warm-up" for a powerful shield-wielding woman like her, but even with such humble combat pleasure, Heya didn't get to experience it.
Just as she was preparing to attack the rune wizards who were maintaining the Netherworld Barrier of Hothwald, a huge and cold avatar dragon suddenly swooped down from the sky.

As Heya watched in astonishment, it unleashed a breath that froze everything, freezing most of Hothwald in a single flight.

To reiterate, in one-on-one combat, the transformed dragons may not have a significant advantage over the guardian dragon kings. However, in group battles and area-of-effect (AOE) damage, all the dragon kings combined are no match for the transformed dragons.

Enveloped in elemental power and wielding elemental might, they fear nothing more than a laughable battle of numbers.

Want to attack the dragon in disguise?
OK!

Let's start with an "elemental die"!

If you can't get past it, you'll be instantly killed by the "battlefield environment." And it's not just a certain dragon incarnation that's like this; all dragon incarnations come with this terrifying "map-wide AOE."

"boom"

Velanoz landed before the furious Heya, exuding an aura of ancient glaciers. The Vrykul woman clearly disliked the dragon's meddling, but she noticed the enormous Heart of Azeroth hanging around the Frostheart Dragon's neck.

Ok.

This means that someone from the "organization" has come.

"Come up!"

Iceheart Dragon said to Heya:

"We can go to fight the Underworld anytime, but the World Mother is furious about what happened to you. She says that the savior never suffers a loss, so I will seek justice for you first! I heard that Odin mocked my sister."
Ah, I really need some ice cream!

(End of this chapter)