Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 588, Section 49. The New Dynasty's Elegant Governance: The First Thing the "Flame Demon Dragon" Did Upon Taking Office Was to Grant a General Amnesty.
On the Sunwell floating island, the Dean of Studies of the Mystic Academy, Instructor Diakum, had just finished teaching his human and elven students this week's specialized classes. Clutching his lesson plan, he left the classroom surrounded by his students, displaying the demeanor of a "role model teacher."

Diakum had initially thought that teaching would be a difficult task, but it turned out to be a very enjoyable job for him. The Vigilant felt a sense of accomplishment in imparting his understanding of the Force and the Holy Light to these children who were determined to embark on the path of faith.

This sense of accomplishment even surpassed the satisfaction he derived from purifying the demons.

Indeed, the desire to "teach others" is a hidden longing in everyone's heart, and a common pursuit of all intelligent beings.

Of course, the dean of academic affairs always has special privileges.

Diakum is very busy, so his lesson plans are based on his own book, "The Book of Light and Shadow," and most of the examples he uses in class come from his own personal insights or experiences.

But the students were convinced, since they probably couldn't find another expert in theology who had such profound knowledge in Azeroth.

As the saying goes, for most people, their only connection with big-name professors in their lives is probably within the school. Once they leave school, they become strangers. Therefore, sensible students are very good at maintaining this precious network of relationships.

When I venture out into the world in the future, if others ask about my identity, I will earn their respect by stating that I am "a disciple of the Vigilant".

Although this idea was somewhat utilitarian, Diakum didn't dislike it.

Especially from a mentor's perspective, seeing how well-behaved the students makes the sense of accomplishment even more real.

It's even too real.

When Diakum returned to his office, he was astonished to see a wisp of blue energy bursting from his fingertips.

Is this triggering the Pride of Arrogance?
He immediately turned to look at the doorway, then glanced warily at the window, fearing that the Shadow Sect's heroes might suddenly raid the place to investigate the evil energy at any moment.

This is no joke.

The fog of war in Pandaria has now lifted for more than half a year. With the removal of Y'Shaarj's Heart and the Mantid, the Sha infestation on Pandaria's homeland has been reduced to a satisfactory level. However, the embrace of the world has transformed Sha energy from a problem native to the Pandaren into a global issue.

Although Y'Shaarj is dead and purified, his residual power continues to influence the world.

Pandaren are used to having a pure and simple mind to control the evil spirits, but other races don't have so many rules.

In just the last few months, Diakum learned through Nelly's information channels that several places on the Eastern Continent had shown signs of being tainted by evil.

As one of the saviors, Sect Leader Zhu Talan takes this very seriously. It seems that the Shadow Sect's heroes will be patrolling the world to investigate the evil energy.

Those slightly tainted by the evil were purified and given a warning, but those with rampant inner demons and possessed by evil energy were taken back to the Shado-Pan Monastery in Pandaria to undergo rigorous mental training and overcome their inner demons on Sunrise Peak.

Those who are lucky can go home, while those who are unlucky will have to spend their lives in a foreign land.

Although Dick believed that the power of evil was not too difficult to deal with, as long as one had a firm heart and a clear will, the seven emotions and six desires could not disturb the soul, his standard was indeed too high for mortals.

If even a hero like Emperor Shaohao could not escape the influence of "pride," then the number of people in the world who can truly achieve "harmony between man and nature, and freedom from inner demons" is naturally very small.

"I need to reflect on this."

Dick dissipated the blue malevolent energy from his fingertips, picked up his pen and paper, and began writing the fourth volume of "The Canon of Light and Shadow" again, using writing to reflect on his experiences and study the doctrines to extinguish the arrogance in his heart.

Of course, this volume records the faith insights of demigods and even lesser gods. Unlike the first three volumes that were printed and distributed, this volume will only be circulated among the high-ranking members of the Lightforged Order.

In this world rife with metaphysics, even the casual reflections of powerful figures possess power. If you were to show this to ordinary believers, it would likely create an entire legion of fanatical followers in no time.

This feeling made Diakum feel that the scripture he was writing was not a book for teaching and educating people, but rather a holy version of the "Book of Shera".

Well, I hope this piece of junk doesn't brainwash itself in the future, or it would be a laughing stock, family.

Just as Diakum was engrossed in his esoteric studies, a knock sounded at the very moment a certain character was written, causing Diakum to look up and see Saloras, dressed in a mentor's uniform, walking in quickly.

She must have just finished class, as she was holding a lesson plan and a magic wand for demonstrating spells.

The watcher watched her, awaiting the archbishop's report.

"Heya just sent back a message. She and the two dragon avatars caused quite a ruckus in the Abyss of the Underworld. The bad news is that the legendary, mad goddess of death, Hela, didn't show up at all and acted like a coward."

The good news is that, with the help of her powerful companions, the valiant Heya has captured three of the Nine War Gods!

A resounding victory!

Saloras reported with delight:

"That powerful Vrykul shieldbearer even planted the World Mother's Radiant Banner in the eternal battlefield of the Abyss, thus announcing that the Abyss had also fallen into the eyes of the Supreme Star Soul."

As you instructed, I dispatched several chosen ones of the Holy Light to Stormfjord to assist Heya in fulfilling the call of the World Mother doctrine.

The Vrykul there witnessed the fall of Skyhold, and Odin's faith was greatly shaken. Perhaps soon, the World Mother will send the first Vrykul saviors.

Should we also seize this opportunity to cultivate a group of 'Lightcaster Vrykul's'?

"Ok?"

Diakum looked at his archbishop with surprise and said in a surprised tone:

"Whose idea is this? How come a priest who walks the path of light and shadow is so enthusiastic about lightforging? Don't tell me it was the doorman of the Arcane Academy, 'Old Man Yrel,' who gave you the inspiration. After all, this idea looks very much like Yrel's style."

"Well, although it was indeed Irelia's suggestion, I think it's a great suggestion!"

Saloras explained:
"The Vrykul also have a legacy of Holy Light, especially the Vrykul who follow Tyr. The Guardian of Truth in Heya's hands is infused with Tyr's power, making it both an object of order and a relic of Holy Light."

Although the Vrykul people did not form a complete doctrine, the Seed of Light had indeed already taken root in the hearts of these giants.

Most importantly, the Vrykul have an exaggerated physique, and their unique social structure and civilization have instilled a warlike nature in their genes.

Currently, the main force of the Lightforged Chapter consists of Eredar. Although our people are also very strong, they are somewhat lacking in offensive capabilities.

Recruiting a group of Lightforged Vrykul will give us more outstanding war vanguards, mainly because the warriors of the Lightforged Chapter are getting tired of running around Azeroth.

The conflicts we've experienced in the past year and a half exceed those we've fought in the last hundred years. Each one was extremely dangerous. While the soldiers are physically healthy, their minds desperately need rest.

"Well, that's true."

Dick nodded and said:

"Then please have Captain Faria send out missionaries, led by Imira. Also, remind Lothar that Heya could be given an 'Imperial title.' Although the Vrykul don't value it, the nominal return of the 'Imperial bloodline' would give the Empire the right to recruit the Vrykul."

Now that the position is legitimate, it's up to Lothar to decide what to do.

As for the three Shadow Nine Martial Gods
I sent 'Master Ireil ​​the doorman' to escort them here, and I will personally perform the 'good deed' for them in a few days.

Once the main structure of the High Heaven is completed, the Holy Light Realm will truly emerge among the stars on a certain auspicious day, thus announcing the arrival of the Holy Light followers' good fortune.

From then on, the souls of the pious and the saints would no longer have to travel to the Shadowlands to confront that antiquated 'destiny'.

From that time onward, the highest heaven will open for those who have done good throughout their lives.

This is a magnificent achievement of the Holy Light!

"That's too exaggerated. I can't even imagine how joyful the People of Light throughout the entire star system would be if the Supreme Being truly appeared in the perception of the believers."

Saloras sighed. She whispered:

“Those who are devout will only be happy, but I worry that those already fanatical officers will do something outrageous in the Holy Light Realm because of the appearance of the High Heaven. Perhaps those fanatical generals will use this as an excuse to launch a ‘faith expedition’ to the territory of the Burning Legion.”

Before the existence of the High Heaven, fanatics often did this.

Now that there is a real call from Heaven, I fear that the Naaru will no longer be able to suppress the resurgence of their religious fanaticism.

Even the Naru will be drawn into it.

After all, the High Heavens are in your hands, and Anser left them to you, not the Naaru. This proves that even the holy Naaru need to undergo a 'trial' before they can 'return home.'

Dick fell silent.

After a moment, he sighed and said:
"Now it's truly a case of 'advancing to paradise or retreating to hell,' but since the opponent is a demon, it's not such an unacceptable disaster."

However, your concerns are valid. I must meet with Zera before the High Heavens truly open.

Where is her fleet?

"Still en route. The last time we contacted Draenor was seven days ago. At their pace, we estimate they will arrive in Draenor in three months."

Saloras said:
"Three months is enough time for us to eliminate the current threats to Azeroth."

"boom"

Just as the two were talking, Dick's office door was once again "slammed down." The gatekeeper of the Mystic Academy, "Grandpa Ireil," rushed in, ignoring the angry glares of the guards. Standing near the door she had kicked down in her haste, she shouted:
"Kaz'aga's Titan mainframe has completely shut down."

"and then?"

Diakum glanced at his half-broken door and, suppressing his anger, said:
"You smashed my door just for this?"

"No! This is truly important news!"

Yrel's tail swung wildly, reflecting her excitement. Clad in the armor of the Arcane Academy, she exclaimed joyfully:

"The power of the Unified Field of All Things has dropped to the threshold, and the protection of Uldum, the land of Titans, has been lifted! This is a message from Lady Aegwynn. The great desert has reappeared in the material world, and the Origin Engine is now before our eyes!"

"boom"

The delicate quill pen in Dick's hand was also completely "annihilated" by the pulsating holy power, and supreme joy appeared in his eyes.

"Gather the commanders, let's go take a look!"

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On the ruins of the former Saffron Tower, the Fire Dragon Philek enjoys the wonderful and blissful scorching heat of the Firelands, letting the life-consuming winds of this place brush against his scales.

Most importantly, clusters of golden flames surrounded Philek's large head, and the leaping Sulfuras fire formed a majestic crown, signifying that the Land of Fire had a new master.

Philek arrived here a few days ago, but it kept a low profile and only summoned the leaders of the Firelands today to discuss matters, all in order to harness the primordial fire left behind by the Fire Demon King.

Whoever controls this thing will be the leader of the fire elementals of Azeroth.

Other elemental realms share the same tradition, but other primordial elements do not materialize as actively as the fire of Sulfuras, which is a manifestation of the "Will of Fire"!

When Philek stood atop the lava tower, shrouded in the majestic flames of creation, the summoned fire elemental lords all had different thoughts.

The fire demons didn't react in any particular way.

After all, the "Fire Demon Dragon" in front of us is obviously not very bright, so we'll still need them to help govern the entire fire element territory.

The fire demons, created by the fire of Sulfuras, are unable to control the flames that created them, and are therefore destined not to become the Firelords. So they settle for the second best, hoping that each Firelord will be as easy to serve as Ragnaros.

Other races did not react as calmly as the fire demons.

Especially the fire demons and fire elementals.

The former are Ragnaros's kin, and the latter are the most natural manifestation of the fire element. They were both qualified to wield the Creation Fire and believed in the theory that "the Firelands are the source of fire for the fire elementals." They were very dissatisfied with Felek, this "leader sent from the sky."

The Fire Dragon keenly sensed this dissatisfaction.

It harbored extreme anticipation for this, but still addressed its subordinates as the "Fire Demon Dragon":

"Listen up, all of you! I've come to the Fire Source Realm on the orders of the World Mother for only three things: integration, missionary work, and conquest! The foolish ideas instilled in you by the Flame Demon King have led you astray from the World Mother, and that is unforgivable."

You need to understand that you were born of the world, not that the world needs you.”

"nonsense!"

The leader of the Balrogs, the mighty Balrog lord Smodron, leaned on his flaming halberd and roared amidst the flapping of his blazing wings:

"It was the war of the ancient elements that gave birth to the world! This is the truth of the elements. Why should we obey the leader of a world created by the elements? Just because she is the supreme star soul?"
We fought for Azeroth, but when we were enslaved by the Void and humiliated by the Titans, where was the World Mother to protect us?

"Oh, so you're not convinced, right?"

Philek had been waiting for this moment.

It likes the Firelands not only because it is filled with flames that make it feel comfortable, but also because the traditions of the elemental life are very similar to those of the progenitor dragon.

This "power-first" philosophy is exactly what the Fire Dragon wants.

Then Philec roared:
"You believe you are the lucky one who deserves to devour the fire of Sulfuras and become the Balrog King, don't you? Answer me! Smolderon, are you going to provoke me to reclaim your pathetic ambition?"

If so, I will give you a chance to challenge me!
Right here, under the watchful eyes of the other lords, the victor reigns supreme, and the vanquished become food! Hmm, your skull would be perfect for adorning my battle axe.

"Then come on!"

The Great Firelords are also a race known for thinking with their muscles. Ragnaros clearly didn't leave them much intelligence. Provoked by Felak, the guy jumped up on his own.

But some of them do have brains.

A fire elemental duke waved his claws and whimpered:
"You cannot use Sulfuras's Fire; you must rely on your own power!"

"Ha, I never intended to use it."

Philek unleashed his elemental flames, transforming himself completely into the war form of a fire dragon, and roared:

"I'm not so pathetic as to need the acknowledgment of an ancient fire to gain confidence!"

Even without it, I am still the King of Flames!

As the Watcher aptly put it, if you, a fool, need the fire of Sulfuras to legitimize your ambitions before daring to covet the throne of the Firelord, then you should never have it in the first place!
and also
Is the Imprisoned Skull of Sunderland the Windseeker in your hands?

Use it as a bet.

The ancient and pitiful prisoner should be released.

(End of this chapter)