Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 594, Section 55: Mother World's Admonition Saved Old Dailin's Life - Bonus Chapter [15]

(Bonus chapter for the "SpongeBob SquarePants in the Deep Sea" brothers [1/5])
The war on the Sky Wall continues.

Although Al'Akir's fall shocked the entire Elemental Realm, causing the wind elementals to retreat in terror, the four Wind Lords, loyal to Al'Akir, stubbornly resisted the invasion from the Firelands.

They have no choice but to keep fighting.

The menacing fire elementals before them gave them no chance to surrender; they were there to wipe them out completely. If this was also the World Mother's order, then it proved that the Stone Scale Dragon Ilydikon had a very accurate grasp of the Supreme Star Soul's current state of mind.

Although the Azerothian world-soul, who has endured too much suffering, is still kind and takes good care of her children, a cold rage burns within her heart, and she will show no mercy to any traitor!

Today, the Skywall will witness not only the fall of Al'Akir, but also a complete purge of the old forces!
Al'Akir's "elemental loyalists" will inevitably perish here, shattering the chaotic structure and allowing the wind god appointed by the World Mother to more easily control the realm of the air element.

As for the three executors who transformed into giant dragons...
It would be wishful thinking to expect them, having fought in the brutal war of the Scaled Ones, to empathize with the elemental losers. The dragons do have feelings, but not many.

Moreover, those precious emotions are mostly directed towards their own kind and friends. Elemental creatures have nothing to do with them, so where would they get so much sympathy for these guys?

What's more, this time we have a legitimate reason to act!

Al'Akir's use of Void power at the last moment is enough to prove that he has already stood against the World Mother, so don't blame him for the swift and ruthless reckoning.

Lysages, caught in the essence of the storm left by the wind god, is still being infused with the power of storms and thunder. The power of the world shines and envelops the Thunder-Eating Dragon, allowing her to absorb as much of Al'Akir's essence as possible, in order to gain control over the raging winds and thunder throughout the entire planet.

The Windseeker's sword, still embedded in Al'Akir's Storm Essence, was also drawing power from the winds of creation.

Sunderland, the Wind Chaser, needs a "rebirth".

In the howling winds and surging thunder, the majestic and massive body of the Wind Chaser was rapidly reshaped. With the flow of the "Father's" power, the Wind Prince was not only truly resurrected, but also became even more powerful than in his defeated form during the Elemental War.

However, it did not take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack on Lysages, who was sleeping in the winds of creation, in order to reclaim its position as the god of wind.

Instead, it left the storm and, wielding the Windseeker's sword, guarded the Thunderlord, who was in the process of "ascension." It did not exhibit the "chaotic freedom" that the wind element always displayed; Windseeker Thunderaan chose to keep his promise.

Any element that tries to approach the wind of creation will be cut down by Sunderland wielding his sword. The wind prince is silent and sad at this moment, but the blade he strikes down is unusually firm.

This seems to indicate that Sunderland has also chosen its side at this moment.

It no longer chooses to embrace its chaotic nature like its father did.

It chose to return to and embrace the World Mother's control over the planet Azeroth, and it chose to become the "Child of the World." This scene undoubtedly pleased the Supreme Star Soul who was looking at the Sky Wall.

This Al'Akir himself was incompetent, but he did produce a rather good son.

Such a person who understands the bigger picture deserves to be commended!
As the Supreme Star Soul thought this, he silently memorized Sunderland's name, just as "Jane is in the Emperor's heart".

Although the avatars merged with the elements to form wondrous shapes, they did not possess the endless lifespan of true elements. The four avatars could live for a very long time, but they would eventually grow old.

Given Azeroth's overly "dynamic" world, which is constantly coveted by the Six Forces, it would be difficult for the four dragons, who wield the power of slaughter, to die a natural death.

After they leave, the four elemental realms will eventually be handed over to the elemental beings, so Philek and Lysages' current rule is actually just a "transitional government".

Although their rule will last for at least several thousand or even tens of thousands of years, to be honest, this period of time is not long for either the Supreme Star Soul or the higher elements.

Currently, the Firelands and the Skywall have both returned to the Star Soul's embrace, the remaining Deeprock Continent has long expressed its loyalty, and the Abyss Throat, which has been wavering back and forth, is also rushing to surrender to Mother World before the "final death line" arrives.

The fact that the Tidehunters personally went to the Chamber of Heart signifies that the power of the world's elements has finally returned to the hands of Azeroth. The extensions of these primordial forces can be mobilized again, which means that Mother World finally has the means to directly intervene in the evolution of celestial bodies.

From now on, anyone who dares to displease Mother World will be in for a world of trouble!
Of course, Supreme Star Soul was a child prodigy after all, and she knew that the elemental territories had been sealed for too long, resulting in a very weak connection between them and the material world.

The elemental monarchs need to take some time to re-intervene in the evolution of the world.

The outward manifestation of this process is that the elemental forces of the entire world will surge over a period of time, like an "energy tide" blowing across the world.

More spellcasters will emerge as a result, newborns born during this period will possess various magical abilities, shamanism will be revived, and even the power that arcane mages can wield will increase.

In summary, the "world level cap" will be raised, making it easier for mortals to become legends and giving more legends the potential to become demigods.

But this is not the end.

When all nodes of the Unified Field of All Things are closed, and the Supreme Star Soul is truly free, when her power of creation can freely roam throughout the planets, the upper limit of the world level will be raised once again.

At that time, new lesser gods might even be born on the planet Azeroth.

And this is not an exaggeration.

Given Azeroth's exaggerated positioning as the "Heart of the Stars," it would be a shame if such a world didn't have a few lesser gods in charge.

Of course, Mother World only offers all beings a "possibility," and those who seek knowledge still need to strive with all their might.

Aside from a true "daughter of the world" like Azshara, who can have her mother personally spoon-feed her delicious food, no one else can simply lie down and daydream to become a lesser god.

You can't blame the school every time you don't get good grades, can you?

However, World Mother soon discovered that there seemed to be a problem with the inheritance of the Thunder Dragon's power. During the process of Lysages inheriting the power of the Wind God, uncontrollable tornadoes began to appear rapidly throughout the world.

Even in the snowy mountainous terrain of Khaz Modan, terrifying ice storms are blowing, and a massive hurricane is forming, heading straight for the Black Coast.

The dwarves huddled beside the great forges of Ironforge, yet still shivered from the cold as their city visibly froze over. Meanwhile, the elves stood on the docks, watching in horror as towering waves, dozens of meters high, rose from the once-calm Mist Sea.

Is the storm out of control?
"Lesages!"

The cry of Mother World echoed in the dazed mind of the Thunder-Eating Dragon, as she commanded:

"Immediately withdraw your power, lest you create a disaster!"

"not me"

The newly appointed Wind God answered with difficulty:

"The storm in the Storm Sea is out of control. I want to reclaim my power and calm it down. There's something there!"

"Never mind that for now, disperse the storm in the other areas."

The World Mother's reminder was like a slap in the face to Lysages, bringing the Thunder Dragon to its senses. It quickly retracted its out-of-control elemental storm powers, and a moment later, the warmth of Ironforge returned, and the towering waves that were about to engulf Darkshore lost their momentum.

The remaining water crashed down in a "collapse" manner, turning into a torrential downpour that swept across the entire Black Coast, drenching the elves who were so desperate that they had begun writing their wills.

Fortunately, he survived.

That was enough for them to express their gratitude to the moon goddess.

"You must master this power as soon as possible."

The World Mother spoke solemnly to Lysages, who had acquired the power of storms and now hovered around the Throne of the Wind God in the form of a storm dragon:
"I will not allow an out-of-control storm to exist in this world. This raging wind was born to protect the world, not to bring destruction to all living beings. If you cannot do this, then..."

“Yes, sir.” Lysages replied obediently.

"In your name, the world will enjoy peace and prosperity in the coming era. There is still some Storm Essence left by Al'Akir, which can be used to create more 'Hands of the World' for you."

I will immediately begin to sculpt you into a dragon.

As you can see, the Skywall has just experienced chaos and will be temporarily sealed off until the Unending Wind Legion has reorganized. I assure you, Great World Mother, when those hateful enemies set foot on your world, all the storms will roar.

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"Curse this damned storm!"

At the edge of the stormy sea, old Dailin clung miserably to a broken piece of ship plank, drifting on the still surging waves. He was soaked to the bone, surrounded by debris from the ship, even the mast was torn to shreds.

Zhou Zhuo, that unlucky fellow, was clinging to the mast, trying to retrieve the scrolls that had fallen into the sea.

Not far away, some sailors were also trying to save themselves, pulling those who had fallen into the water onto their sampans.

They looked utterly miserable, as if they had suffered a shipwreck.

That is to say, those who went to sea with Daelin were all retired veterans of Kul Tiras, each a hero of the sea, which is why they were able to survive to the end in that sudden and terrifying storm.

Of course, they survived not because of their swimming skills; after being battered by those terrifying, unpredictable waves, the difference between being a good swimmer and a bad swimmer was negligible.

Even a group of Nagas would be mercilessly strangled in such waves.

But there must be a reason for Dale's anger. As a brave man who fights against the wind and waves, he would not curse the sea casually. Moreover, he had been used to the capsizing incidents he had encountered over the years.

The reason he started cursing was simply because the storm earlier was "uncivilized."

When the expedition set out, they knew that the territory of the Arathi Empire was hidden in the Storm Sea, where strange storms created bizarre climates year-round.

Therefore, Dale had no intention of letting her expedition fleet get too close to the Storm Sea. They really just wanted to circle around the area a few times, observe the environment, make records, set up beacons for spellcasters on a few nearby islands, and then return.

But even though Dale was in a safe area far from the storm, she was swept into a raging storm without any reason within minutes.

One second the sky was clear and blue, the next the wind and waves were high, and Dale and his sailors were swept up before they even had a chance to react.

This was clearly the work of some supernatural force, and Dale was the unlucky one.

"So, who exactly did we offend?"

As Dalene was being hastily dragged onto the sampan by the old sailors, the admiral was still cursing the damned storm. The other Kul Tirans looked at each other in bewilderment, and even Thomas Zelin, the Tide Sage on board, was dumbfounded.

This is wrong!

Even if it is a sudden burst of supernatural power, as Hai Xian, he should be able to sense the change in energy.

Moreover, it was the sudden disappearance of this deadly storm that seemed even more incredible to Master Thomas Zelling than its sudden appearance.

The towering, thunderous waves instantly calmed down.
It was as if a wicked god who had been stirring up trouble had been slapped hard in the face and had become docile.

Hey, this doesn't conform to the laws of physics at all!

"There's an island ahead; we need to go there to rest."

Dale's first mate, the loyal Captain Cyrus, took off his boots to scoop water from the ship and then said to the admiral:
"Our ship has sunk, but the other two ships of the expedition have disappeared. They must have been swept away by the waves to other places. If they are still in this area, they will definitely go to that island to meet up with us."

"Okay, let's go then."

Dai Lin waved her hand with a gloomy expression and said something.

Zhou Zhuo, who was lying on the side of the boat, was vomiting seawater. The unfortunate Pandaren scholar felt like he was about to die.

He had never seen such a terrifying storm before, but he got used to it after a while. A moment later, Zhou Zhuo whispered to Dai Lin:

"When the ship sank just now, I think I saw something fall from the sky. I'm not sure if I saw it wrong, but it looked like some kind of airship. And not just one, but several!"

A very, very large airship, even larger than the goblin airships.

"you sure?"

Dai Lin looked at Zhou Zhuo suspiciously and said:

"Isn't this just a hallucination you had when you were dying?"
There's hardly any land around here, and the airships don't have as much range as you might think. This isn't a popular route, so if there really is a formation, it could only have flown out from the mainland of the Storm Sea.

But to be honest, I don't believe that current airship technology is advanced enough to traverse storms of that magnitude.

"That's why I said I couldn't be sure."

Zhou Zhuo spread his paws and said:
"I'm just fulfilling my duties as navigator, reporting everything I find to the captain. The specifics of what to do next are up to you."

"Then let's go to the island first!"

Dailin said loudly:
"Get your weapons ready. If what Lao Zhou said is true, and there really is an airship that crash-landed in the storm, then they can only go to that island ahead. It's the only place on this sea that can provide a place to anchor."

At his command, the sailors crammed into the sampans grabbed their swords and waterproof muskets, while those without weapons gripped their oars.

Dailin then grabbed a piece of wood floating on the sea, whittled it with her sailor's knife, and made a wooden spear to hold in her hand.

As the island drew closer, the admiral's anger was gradually replaced by anticipation and eagerness. Even though he had just experienced the tragedy of the shipwreck and loss of life, he found that he did not have much resentment towards today's disaster.

Even if she curses fiercely, if given the choice between going back to retire and continuing to drift at sea like this, Dai Lin would definitely choose the latter.

He truly loved this boundless sea.

He enjoyed everything he encountered, both known and unknown, on the sea. Even though they hadn't gotten close to the shore yet, the general twitched his nose and confirmed that what Zhou Zhuo had just seen was real.

An unknown fleet of airships did indeed crash-land on the island.

They came from the "Mist Empire" in the stormy sea, from the rumor that Lothar told himself after drinking too much, from another lineage of the Arathor Empire more than two thousand years ago.

So what kind of stories do those "Arathi" have? What exactly did they experience over the years? And what form did their empire take?
Hmm, there are too many unsolved mysteries.

Dailin felt her body trembling.

It might be the cold after falling into the water, but it's more likely the anticipation and longing for the unknown.

He wanted to drift like this for the rest of his life, letting the waves carry him wherever they pleased, witnessing countless people and events, until he could no longer drift, at which point the waves would take him home.

(End of this chapter)