Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 601, Section 62: Calling Brian a diplomatic master is just for laughs; for real diplomacy, you have to look to Muradin.
In his office on the Sunwell Floating Island, Diakum sat in a chair, deep in thought with his eyes closed.

He has been in this position for several days, without moving at all, not eating, not going to the toilet, and even stopping breathing.

It looks like it's dead.

But if the Vigilant were really that easy to kill, then N'Zoth and Yogg-Saron, who are now facing mortal danger, would definitely jump up, hold hands, and rap to celebrate, while all the demons in the Twisting Nether would dance and cheer for them.

Diakum's hibernation-like behavior was merely a means to advance the fusion process of his transformation into the sun god. As the fusion deepened, the sun god's power was continuously unlocked, causing Diakum to transform into the "sun" on the spot and perform a world-illuminating show for those around him if he was not careful.

This is not a joke.

How can a normal person withstand the terrifying heat and light of "the sun descending right next to them"?
Even if you wear sunglasses, it won't help.

If Dick loses control even slightly in a crowded place, it could turn into a massacre that leaves only ashes.

Therefore, he chose to stay in his office and immerse himself in the contemplation of inspiration, spending all his time trying to master the ever-releasing power, but this yielded little result, because the power he was constantly mastering was not as fast as the power he was naturally growing.

Now, Dick finally understood firsthand what the "vessel of the true god" that Xaratas had mentioned was all about.

Words like potential, talent, and ability are not suitable to describe Diakum's current state of power growth. If one had to choose a similar word, perhaps "exponential growth" would be the only option.

A few days ago, Diakum secretly tried to "transform into the sun," transferring his consciousness to a star in the Azeroth system and throwing a sun arrow in a certain direction of the starry sea with all his might.

The original intention was to test the limits of energy release, but the result was that the "light" could still be observed by the stargazer last night.

What's terrifying is that it traveled through the etheric universe for three days, yet its energy level showed almost no decay.

Diakum even devised new "tricks".

He was able to inhabit a portion of his consciousness within the solar energy that was still huffing and puffing as it traveled at the speed of light beyond the galaxy, like a golden meteor heading towards a more distant star field.

Of course, this wisp of consciousness couldn't observe anything useful.

Even though only a few planets in this magical "etheric universe" can give birth to life, Saint Diakum still accidentally launched his "Holy Light Voyager" into the boundless starry sea in a sudden whim one night.

It's hard to say what the final fate of that solar energy will be. Dick only hopes that no unfortunate civilized world will stand in its way, otherwise an unexpected "holy light destroys the world" event would be truly disastrous, and the incompetent vigilantes would be severely punished in the book of merit.

For example, something like, "On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, a vigilant who committed all kinds of evil wantonly destroyed an innocent world in order to test his power - left by a righteously indignant demon."

The reason for mentioning this is that three days later, when Diakum tried to throw an energy arrow from the sun again, the energy fire that required a lot of effort to throw a few days ago was only "slightly difficult" to throw today.

He made a rough estimate.

He now needs to throw five of these "Sun Arrows" before he's exhausted; in other words, Dick's absolute energy has increased fivefold in three days.

This was only when the fusion process of the Sun God's divine transformation was only one-third complete. He couldn't even imagine how strong he would become once the "fusion" was completed and he entered the "new life" stage, truly becoming a secondary god.
Can you smash a celestial being with both fists?

Hmm, it shouldn't be a big problem.

Therefore, it's not an exaggeration at all to use that joke from before.

He's so strong that even he's afraid of himself!
But what's even more terrifying is that his body has an extremely high energy tolerance. Even after the legendary event of becoming five times stronger in three days actually happened, Diakum didn't feel any "pressure".

This body is like an endless sea; it can easily hold any amount of holy light you pour into it.

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The true vessel of the sun god is terrifyingly powerful, truly befitting the most ancient deity. And if we extrapolate from that, Elune's strength... wow, terrifyingly powerful indeed!

"boom"

Just as Diakum was contemplating testing the limits of his current destructive power, the office door opened, and his "avatar of faith" entered, carrying lesson plans. He tossed the booklet onto the table and said to Diakum's true form:
"Three students were absent from class today. I've written down their names. Please deal with them when it's convenient for you."

Having said that, the selfless embodiment of faith shattered, returning its light to the body of the Vigilant by merging with the corona.

A few minutes later, Diakum opened his eyes, and his first breath caused the golden flames to leap out uncontrollably, causing the temperature in the room to rise by at least twenty degrees in an instant.

When the flames were extinguished, he looked in dismay at the desk that had been reduced to ashes, along with the attendance book on it.

But he hasn't had a chance to see it yet.

Tch, those three truants were lucky today!

The vigilant said this, pretending that he hadn't consciously memorized the names of those three guys.

Being a strict and uncompromising dean of academic affairs is cool, but occasional "foolishness" is what makes students love you even more.

Besides, at this very moment, Diakum has more important things to do, so he doesn't have time to catch three truant idiots.
He spread out his vast and heavy consciousness. In that instant, all the land radiated by the sun was territory that Diakum could perceive. His consciousness followed the sunlight and captured the Storm Cliffs of Northrend. He found the "messengers" he had sent out earlier.

The dragons are gathering at the Dragonblight Temple to prepare for battle, while the Guardians have arrived at the Storm Tower, where Thorim had previously been lost. Tyr wanders alone in the snowfields near the Dragonblight Temple.

The dragons told him that a silent rock giant had been lurking in the vicinity for many years, and Tyr guessed that it must be another lower-ranking guardian, Yodon.

A friend and brother he could trust, like Azadas and Elonaya.

They are about to return to Ulduar.

They would cleanse the city of darkness with their own hands, and Yoton would no longer have to bear the "sins" that did not actually belong to him.

Meanwhile, Odin's Skyhold was still struggling to fly from Stormheim to Northrend. It had crashed quite hard, and even though the Heroic Artisans had done their best to repair it, they still couldn't restore the Skyhold to its perfect condition.

But it was indispensable in this battle.

The Stormforged spirits that Odin has painstakingly gathered over ten thousand years will become the vanguard in the invasion of Ulduar.

That's the city of Titans, the stronghold where the Titan Keepers once ruled the world. The mighty Iron Legion, which existed only in myths and legends and was used to overthrow the "Tyranny of the Void" and reshape the order of Azeroth during the Black Empire era, slumbers in the Arsenal of Ulduar.

If you were Loken, the traitor who already knows that his old brothers—who have been driven away, imprisoned, disappeared, or died—are joining forces to cause trouble for him, the spendthrift who "sold his home to his mortal enemy," would you deploy this once glorious legion at this time?

The answer is yes!

The Guardians and dragons must personally destroy the forces that once protected the world in order to save Ulduar and the few corrupted Guardians within it from the corruption of darkness.

That would be an enormous war of attrition, with terrifying casualties, and even the Thunderforged Heroes that Odin had accumulated over so many years would be completely wiped out.

The King of War certainly wouldn't agree.

He was preparing this army for something more "important," but Leiden had already revealed his hand.

I won't hold your past misdeeds against you, but now that things are about to happen, if you still dare to do anything bad to the head of the Supreme Star Soul that is about to awaken, just wait for the Vigilant to come and destroy you.

So, Odin is just a jerk.

This may be related to his self-proclaimed title of "King of War." He holds a portion of the divine authority of warriors, which makes him incredibly skilled in the art of "taunting." It's just that he didn't encounter Old Roar; otherwise, the two masters of the "art of provocation" would definitely have hit it off immediately.

However, compared to the high-level forces that are still gathering, it was the ordinary people who took action first.

Muradin Bronzebeard is currently in a "dwarven city" on the edge of Storm Peaks. Well, yes, dwarves also exist in this Titan land that was sealed away tens of thousands of years ago.

They were also the product of the earth elves and iron dwarves suffering from the Curse of Flesh. However, due to environmental reasons, the dwarves in this city called "Frosthold" all had bodies made of ice and cold stone. Darwin and all biologists were overjoyed because "environmental selection" actually applied in Azeroth, a place that did not follow any scientific principles!
Aside from that, these frost dwarves aren't much different from the dwarves of Ironforge. They also enjoy heavy drinking, they like to boast when they're drunk, they're quite good at mining, and due to the limitations of their environment, the frost dwarves here have also learned to tame eagles.

They have white sand sculptures, and snow sculptures, as flying mounts.

Muradin has been here for several days, and he has been urging these frost dwarves to participate in the attack on the outskirts of Ulduar, where many storm beacons have been erected, serving as teleporters for the Titans. These places must be taken down before the war begins.

Although mortals were not allowed to participate in the plan to attack Titan City, Muradin also wanted to feel a sense of involvement.

A large portion of Storm Peaks is the territory of the out-of-control Titan-mades. Even if we can't enter Ulduar for the assault, dealing with the Iron Dwarves and Iron Vrykul on the outskirts shouldn't be a problem.

But why did Muradin come to Northrend instead of leading a dwarven army to support Lothar's battle against Kul Tiras?

the reason is simple.

Like his brother Brian Bronzebeard, he no longer wanted to stay on the Eastern Continent and be "caught between two sides".

The conflict between Magni and Moira has escalated again, and the Bronzebeard Dwarf and the Dark Iron Dwarf are on the verge of war, but in reality, this is just a family feud.

Neither the father nor the daughter was willing to back down.

Muradin had initially intended to mediate, but he was also hot-tempered. After arguing with his brother, he simply ran to Northrend to find his younger brother. As it happened, he encountered Brann Bronzebeard leading Khaz'Aga's earth elves to Ulduar to "find relatives," and thus joined in this "diplomatic work."

He's currently chatting with the Frost Dwarf King in Frost Keep. The two dwarves are taking turns drinking, and they've quickly reached a saturation point.

"From what you're saying, your king and brother are real bastards!"

Yogg-Saron, the leader of the Frost Dwarves, was so drunk he was practically slurring his words. This fierce Frost Dwarf Mountain King, gripping his large goblet, addressed Muradin, the Bronzebeard Dwarf Mountain King:

"How can he be so harsh on his daughter just because she's not a son? His daughter is clearly very capable; in such a short time, she's already taken control of a rival kingdom through her own efforts. If your king seizes the opportunity, wouldn't the conflict between the two tribes find a breakthrough?"

"Who says it's not?"

Muradin was now annoyed by the mere mention of his brother. He slammed the ice cup he was holding onto the table and yelled:
"Moira is a young woman who doesn't know any better. Does he, an old dwarf, also not know any better? He's causing trouble for the country because of those trivial matters. Anyone with eyes can see that Moira has the talent to be queen, but he just refuses to acknowledge her abilities."

He was unwilling to accept the appearance of the female dwarf queen, but the Dark Iron dwarves didn't care.

Blanch!
He practically forced such a good kid to the other side. If he weren't my brother, I would have beaten him up already.
Hey, let's not talk about that anymore. Are you going or not?

Bronzebeard touched the wine stains on his beard, and with a hint of drunkenness, pointed to the distant Titan city, faintly visible amidst the blizzard, and said loudly:
"Didn't you say that place used to be your territory but was occupied by the Iron Dwarves? Now you're holed up in this remote corner of Frosthold, hoping to return to your homeland, but you can't just think about it!"

You need to take action.

The most important thing when you're out in the game is to "get out"!

go!
I'll take you to fight a battle and drive those damned Iron Dwarves away.

My brother is currently contacting those elusive earth spirits. With their help, we can definitely take over the entire Snowflow Plains.

If you guys aren't going, I'll go alone!
I can't waste any more time here. The Guardians and dragons are attacking Ulduar. This is a legendary war, and it would be an unparalleled honor for a warrior to participate in it.

"Going alone is suicide."

The king of the Frost Dwarves cursed:
“You barbarian from the south are so ignorant. I’ve already told you that your strength is nothing compared to that of a predator in Storm Peaks. You can’t even beat the female Vrykul of Hydnir Brunhilda, let alone the powerful Frost Giants.”

But if you insist on going to your death, I can't just stand by and watch.

After all, you've been drinking with me a lot these past few days; you're a true hero among alcoholics!
So I'm willing to go with you.

But I am the only one who cannot risk the lives of my people.

"Ha, I'm really not cut out to be a diplomat. After all these days of work, I've only managed to bring in one reinforcement."

Muradin picked up his warhammer, stood up, and sighed:
"There's probably no worse diplomat in the world than me. Well, one is better than none. Let's go now! Let's go with the earth elves to take down the iron dwarves and iron vrykul. Those guys who cling to the darkness are too arrogant."

He was drunk and about to mount the Frost Dwarf's snow eagle mount when he suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from the light overhead in this secluded, cliff-like place:

"Stand still! I need you as a reference point."

"Ok?"

Muradin blinked in confusion, but a few seconds later, he felt a strong, scorching heat emanating from the light and heading towards him.

"Holy crap! Sage, stop!"

Prince Bronzebeard only had time to shout once before Diakum, using his position in the sunlight as a coordinate, forcefully "squeezed" out of the space.

However, the spatial system of the material world of Azeroth is actually quite stable. Apart from unreasonable weapons like the Scepter of Sargeras, few other forces can directly affect the spatial structure.

Diakum's actions weren't exactly "teleportation"; he simply used the sunlit area as coordinates to "tear" a path open.

In the perception of the sun god's divine body, space is not something untouchable. In any case, he can directly sense the weak points in the spatial system and forcibly create a path by "using great force to make bricks fly".

Without the coordination of skillful spellcasting, Diakum had to "pull harder" to create the passage.

But it seems he went a little too far this time, causing the sun's energy to dissipate outwards at the point of impact.

The frost dwarves, who had always lived at the top of the world, Stormcliffs, had never seen such intense sunlight. They screamed and covered their eyes, and Muradin covered his eyes in despair as well.

His despair was justified.

Hehe, guess why the Frost Dwarves' city is called "Frost Fortress"?
Several tens of minutes later, a bewildered Muradin rode a snow eagle alongside Diakum, who was riding the Sunwing and looking equally embarrassed.

Behind the two, almost all the Frost Dwarves came out.

Not only adult male dwarves, but also female dwarves and some half-grown little ones excitedly rode snow eagles, piling their belongings behind their beloved birds.

The Frost Dwarves no longer need to hesitate about whether to reclaim their ancestral lands, or even consider when to send troops.

Because Frost Fortress is gone!

Clearly, the city that the Frost Dwarves had spent many years carving out in the millennia-old glacier could not truly withstand the sun's heat, and even just for a few seconds, it had semi-permanently altered the terrain and climate of Frostholdt.

"So, this must have been something you did on purpose, right?"

The cold gazes behind him made Muradin feel like he was being pricked by needles. He whispered:

"You must have deliberately used a scheme to cut off the Frost Dwarves' escape route, forcing them to become allies of justice, right?"

Do you think my moral standards allow me to do such a thing?

Diakum sighed and said:
"It really was just an accident. I will help them reclaim their ancestral lands to express my apology. But on the bright side, you mobilized an entire dwarf tribe to fight for you on your first diplomatic mission. Muradin, you're a true diplomatic genius."

"Oh, not at all, it's all thanks to you, Saintly Guardian who has done no evil."

(End of this chapter)