Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 589, Section 50: Conquering the elemental territories is a trivial matter; there's no need for Lord Vigilant to handle it.
Today, the ancient Uldum Desert welcomes visitors, but they do not enter this ancient land sealed for countless years through the "Gate of the Gods" in the northeastern part of the desert. Instead, they descend from the sky riding sacred eagles as bright as the sun.

When the fiery light, as bright as the sun, descended upon the summit of the "Sun Obelisk," it alarmed all the Tol'vir tribes in Uldum.

The Osis tribe, composed of priests, regarded it as an auspicious sign and were the first to respond to the "call of the sun." King Faores of the Lamukahhen tribe also personally led his warriors to the Sun Obelisk.

However, the cunning "Dark Pharaoh" Takahen of the Neferset tribe had no intention of answering the call.

The reason is simple: the Tol'vir are wary of all outsiders. After all, the last bastard who brought outsiders here (Thor) turned the once fertile Uldum plains into the desert they are today.

That event was regarded as a "catastrophic revelation" by the Tolver people, and the Tolver culture we know today is based on it.

However, this time the outsiders did not bring a large army and behaved very politely. The leading giant even personally demonstrated the true power of the sun to the Osis tribe.

The priests of Osis were moved to tears by personally experiencing the touch of the sacred sun, and hearing the Watchers describe the legends and stories of the sun god Anser made these mighty "cat people" feel the call and blessing of ancient faith.

While Diakum and the Tovir elders and priests discussed doctrine, the others who had come with him carefully observed these strange "locals."

They have the majestic physique of a cheetah or lion, but on top of the big cat's body, they have a human-shaped upper body.

Like centaurs or jungle guardians, they are somewhere between beasts and humanoids, but the Tolvir are much easier to deal with than savage centaurs. They even speak with a refined and scholarly air.

These giant cats tenaciously live in the barren desert created by the leaked Origin Engine. They have built several large cities with their own hands, and even built dams and canals to create a rich delta in the desert.

They possessed their own brilliant civilizations and, relying on their understanding of celestial phenomena, built magnificent obelisks in the vast desert to proclaim their proud culture.

This is a truly civilized race, whose level of enlightenment even surprised Aegwynn.

They not only had a king and a pharaoh, but also ministers specifically in charge of agriculture, culture, military affairs, and diplomacy; this was a true feudal society.

The only regret is that the Tol'vir are few in number. Dividing themselves into three tribes to share the bounty of this land is already the limit. After all, the environment of the Uldum Desert is really unsuitable for survival, and the power that the Tol'vir can exert on this land is ultimately limited.

But that doesn't matter.

After all, Uldum is a closed region. Apart from facing some barbaric Pygmies, the Tol'vir here will not suffer from any external invasions. Living their own quiet life behind closed doors is a very good choice.

But the Tovir people have a secret.

Their wariness of outsiders stems from this.

"They too suffered from the Curse of Flesh, and they were once Titan creations, said to be servants of Ra-den. Why not let Ra-den come over?"

Saloras looked at Aegwynn and said:
"With him involved, things will go very smoothly, right?"

"Ryden is still dealing with Odin, the Legion of Heroes, and Skyhold in Stormheim. He's preoccupied with rescuing his brothers and sisters in distress and won't be able to spare any time for a while."

Aegwynn explained:

"Moreover, I don't think it would be a better choice for Leiden to handle this matter. The Tol'vir still recount their history as creations of the Titans and regard it as a sacred duty."

But their tens of thousands of years of perseverance were not solely for the glory of the Titan Guardians.

After they transformed from stone into flesh and blood, what they protected was their own civilization, land, and people.

These resilient Tol'vir have their own traditions, and their connection to Ra-den is no longer significant, just as the Mogu of Pandaria no longer sing the praises of Ra-den.

Since he is someone who has already been eliminated by history, let's not let him appear frequently in the 'mortal era'.

Would the Tovirans really yearn to shed their flesh and turn back into rock?

"Will do!"

Aurecis walked over from the other side and said to her sister and Ms. Aegwynn with a serious expression:
“I just spoke with the priests of the Osis tribe, and they told me that some priests under the command of the Dark Pharaoh Takahen have been researching how to reverse the Curse of Flesh.”

The Tol'vir of that tribe, like the conservative Mogu, believed that a body of stone was the symbol of purity, while weak flesh was merely a curse of disaster.

They also say that ever since the elemental realms approached the material world and the entrance to the Skywall appeared in the clouds of the Uldum desert, the pharaohs of Neferset have been in frequent contact with the forces of Al'Akir, the wind god.

It is said that Al'Akir also sent a wind lord to hide in the Neferset cities, perhaps because they were already secretly worshipping another faith.

Based on my experience of war over the past ten thousand years, this is a very ominous sign.

The Tol'vir may be facing a dangerous internal strife, and perhaps the neurotic wind god Al'Akir also harbors his own desires for the Titan city guarded by the Tol'vir?

"All I can say is that we arrived just in time."

Aegwynn sneered and said:
"The World Mother previously sent giants to deliver a message to Al'Akir, demanding that it return to her command, but the arrogant Al'Akir refused. Now, Philek has settled in the Firelands, but clearly the Firelord's fate is not enough to warn the other elements."

With the fall of the Aeolus, let us herald the arrival of a new era to the untamed elements of Azeroth!

"Is Lysages ready?"

Saloras asked:

"Her power of storms was taken away by Al'Akir before. The fact that she can control thunder and storms in this form is the result of Diakum personally shaping her flesh and blood. Her chances of winning against Al'Akir in this form are not very high, right?"
This has nothing to do with the combat power of transforming into a giant dragon.

The power of elemental storms in Azeroth is entirely in the hands of the wind god; theoretically, no life form that wields wind and lightning can contend with it.

"Of course it's not just about Lysages alone. This isn't a one-on-one fight; it's a war!"

Aegwynn said:

"The unpredictable nature of the wind elementals makes them the most chaotic of all elemental creatures, and the infighting and chaos among the four wind lords in the Skywall stems from this. The World Mother not only wants the wind elementals to return to their original guardian duties, but she also hopes to use this to change the chaos in the Skywall."

The Deep Rock Continent and the Throat of the Abyss should also be warned as a result.

Therefore, when Lysages arrives at the Skywall with her storm dragons, the army of fire elementals will advance alongside them; the elemental war requires no one else's involvement.

"What a pity, I was planning to go to the Sky Wall to witness Al'Akir's fall."

Diakum's voice came from the side.

He looked at Aegwynn and said very seriously:
Are you sure you don't need my help?

“You really don’t need to handle such a small matter yourself, Dick.”

Aegwynn waved his hand and said:

"I think the Sky Wall is indeed not strong enough to withstand the power of a minor god. If you completely destroy it, the World Mother instructed the wind element to rebuild it, and it will take a long time."

Besides.

The Star Soul Spokesperson gazed from the shadow beneath the Sun Obelisk at the Titan city in eastern Uldum, shrouded in the heat of the wind.

she says:

“You have more important things to do here. Are the Tolvir people willing to help you enter the Hall of Origins?”

“I have persuaded the priests of Osis that, thanks to their ancient worship of the sun, moon and stars, they will hand over the ‘Scepter of Osis’ to me, and I will lead them back to the ranks of the sun god’s believers and bestow upon them the blessings of Anser once more.”

Dick said:
"But all three tribes of the Tol'vir have the duty to guard the Hall of Origin, and it is obviously impossible to force our way in without the consent of all three tribes. Thor's past tragedy has already proven the terrible consequences of rushing into the Hall of Origin, and I don't want to gamble on whether I can survive the onslaught of Titan energy."
Uh, okay. I'll most likely be fine.

But you know, that's not my style, and since the World Mother has defined it as a 'civil war of the elements,' I'm not getting involved.

However, Olakil has always been wary of us.

Entering the Throne of the Wind God under the protection of the wind element is no easy task.

"That's another piece of good news."

Aegwynn toyed with an elemental gem, a smile on her face, and said:

"Just now, the Balrog Felak executed the rebels who disobeyed its rule and seized the Sealed Skull of Thunderaan the Windseeker. The Dark Iron dwarves, who were already prepared, also forged the 'Windkiss Blade'."

Soon, the Windseeker will be freed from its ancient enslavement, and it will be the perfect guide for us to enter the Skywall. We need to persuade Sunderland to help, but that shouldn't be too difficult.

Lysajers has already arrived.

If she aspires to become the new 'Wind Goddess,' then she must utilize her wisdom to participate in and complete this war.

"Lesages's brain?"

Everyone looked disappointed, and Aegwynn herself sighed, saying:
“Okay, Lysages does lack that thing, but that’s alright. She has her own friends helping her out, and Ms. Willanos will take care of it.”

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Atop Blackrock Mountain, Lysages, in her illusory form, arrived weary from her journey. Fresh from a triumphant return from the Abyss, she gazed upon the magnificent "tuning fork" sword presented to her by the Black Iron Emperor, Dagran Thaurissan, and said:

"So, all I need to do is pour my own storm into this sword?"

"That's the theory."

As Azeroth's most outstanding blacksmith, Thaurissan stroked the Windkissed Blade he had forged with a satisfied expression. He felt extremely accomplished at this moment, and every dwarven blacksmith would envy his achievement.

He explained to the powerful Thunder-Devouring Dragon:

"With the help of the Mag'har Shaman, my Thorium Brotherhood and I have infused the elemental essence of 'Thunderlord' into this sword, but it is really weak. Even though I am not a spellcaster, I can feel that Thunderlord is on the verge of death."

Perhaps it is already dead, murdered by the vicious Balrog King.

It was the immortality of the elements that saved it.

Theoretically, if you infuse the Wind Kiss Blade with enough energy, you can revive Sunderland's consciousness, but that won't bring him back to life.

"Sunderland is the prince of the wind element, a superior element born from the gale-force core of Al'Akir."

Willanos patted his sister on the shoulder and said:

"The only way for such elemental beings to be resurrected is with the help of the power of the wind elemental lord. In other words, only if you become the 'wind god' of Azeroth will it be possible to resurrect Thunderaan at the Skywall."

Al'Akir would never do that; elemental beings don't have father-son relationships.

"So, I need to reach a mutual assistance agreement with Sunderland?"

Lysajers stroked his thunderous chin and said:
"I revived it, and it led us into the Sky Wall."

"not only that."

Wilanos said in a deep voice:
"Your original power to devour lightning was stripped away by Al'Akir. If you want to challenge him in the realm of the Wind God, you must at least possess a power that can rival Al'Akir's elemental power. That guy is not an opponent that can be defeated by claws and fangs alone."

You need to borrow Sunderland's elemental powers to protect yourself.
As I just said, it is an elemental being born from Al'Akir's Gale Core, and Al'Akir cannot take over Sunderland's power.

This is your chance.

By combining the power of Sunderland with your own strength, you will challenge and execute Al'Akir, driving the sword into the heart of Al'Akir's storm and allowing Sunderland to be 'reborn' once more.

However, this is risky.

"Ah."

Lysages nodded; she knew where the “risk” that Veranos was referring to came from.

Thunderaan the Windseeker is the prince of the wind elementals. After Al'Akir's death, he is the most qualified elemental being to inherit the power of the wind god, but that is also the title that World Mother required Lysajers to have.

This means that Lessajes may need to fight Sunderland again in the future.

The Thunder Dragon didn't want to think about these troublesome matters. Under the watchful eyes of Velanoz and Thaurissan, she grabbed the heavy Wind Kiss Blade and raised it high.

Then, her storm and thunderous power were continuously poured into the sword, instantly causing lightning to boil and envelop the blade, while a howling wind forced Sorison to hold onto a rock to avoid being blown away.

Like Thor descending to earth, Lysages' eyes gleamed with lightning, and she could feel the weakening element within the sword devouring her energy.

It is recovering.

Lysages snorted and poured even more magnificent storm of lightning into the sword, causing the tuning fork-like double-edged sword to tremble and shake in the lightning.

At some point, Sunderland the Windseeker's consciousness finally began to reawaken.

This poor creature was defeated by Ragnaros's lieutenant in the ancient elemental war, and then had its essence devoured by Ragnaros himself. To prevent its resurrection, Ragnaros cruelly split Thunderaan's consciousness into two parts, entrusting each to his most trusted lieutenant.

Had it not been for the change of dynasties in the Land of Fire, Sunderland's imprisonment would have continued until he met that greedy adventurer who was either "lucky" or "rich."

"who are you?"

Sunderland asked weakly.

The sound, like a swirling storm, symbolized the guy's once exaggerated potential.

"You don't need to know who I am. You just need to know that I will kill your father and become the next master of the Sky Wall."

Lysajers answered bluntly:

"I need your help to break the seal on the Sky Wall. My brothers and sisters will lead the armies of the Firelands into your homeland to conquer the rebels in the name of Mother World. In exchange, I will resurrect you in the Storm Core of Al'Akir."
You are its child, and you may also yearn to become the wind god of Azeroth.

I will give you this opportunity, Sunderland, the former loser.

Once you are ready, I will give you a chance to challenge me. If you win, the throne of the Wind God will be yours; if you lose, you will become the 'Prime Minister' of the Sky Wall and govern the realm of the wind elements for me.

I don't intend to waste my life leading a bunch of elemental creatures. Philek has the fire demons to help him, but I need to find a powerful guy to share the burden with me.

Sunderland did not respond, but after a dozen seconds, it let out a laugh that sounded like a "real thunderclap".

It said weakly:
“You’re quite straightforward. Alright, I agree. My storm power will fight for you with the help of this sword. As for becoming king, we’ll talk about that when I’m in the mood.”

(End of this chapter)