Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 611, Section 72: Every Kul Tiran should have his own wife ship.

As King Daelin was crowned and the reflection of the Dark Empire began to switch places with the material world, Dalaran, the floating city, used a very stylish teleportation to send itself out of the Lucid Dream's range.

N'Zoth's great spells are area-restricted. As long as they leave the island of Kul Tiras, which serves as a "replacement," they can avoid being drawn into the special dream plane where Ny'alotha is located. However, Dalaran's evacuation is not cowardice. The mages are also willing to go all out in critical moments. Moreover, the emperor of the Sdomkar Empire is still in a nightmare.

As the future location of the Imperial Ministry of Magic, the spellcasters of Dalaran could not possibly abandon the human emperor and simply flee.

Unless they have no shame.

But now, Dalaran has appeared above Nazjatar, a deep-sea city some distance from Kul Tiras. The precision of this teleportation spell's landing point already indicates that this departure from the battlefield was premeditated.

This is part of the "plan"!

What happened next fully proved this point. After the long-prepared permanent portal was activated, Dean Ayrja Bluemoon from the Broken Isles and Sun King Kael'thas from Quel'Thalas arrived in the floating city with their respective followers.

Just as Xavius ​​had accurately sensed, at least ten demigods were gathered here, which was as exaggerated as the spellcasters preparing to hold a "Top Ten Mages of Azeroth Ranking".

After everyone met, they simply greeted each other without much small talk, since they weren't gathered together today to build relationships.

Didn't you see that Kael'thas brought Flame Strike?
Kael'thas had also wrapped a black ribbon, a symbol of mourning, around his left arm, and the phoenix guardian Farondis behind him was dressed in the same way. This could only mean that the Sun King's family had come to the deep-sea city of Nazjatar today for revenge!
During the chaos in Quel'Thalas, N'Zoth seized the opportunity to release the reflection of Ny'alotha in an attempt to devour Silvermoon City. Although he was eventually stopped, the death of Sun King Anastarian remains a deep sorrow for all the high elves.

As the saying goes, every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt its debtor. Now that the opportunity to annihilate N'Zoth, the Thousand-Bearded Demon, has been found, Kael'thas will absolutely not let go of the sin that has caused his nation so much suffering.

Malfurion Stormrage, the Night Elf Archdruid who arrived here for the same reason, was also dressed in mourning attire. He was going to perform a memorial service for the Black Raven King, who also died in Quel'Thalas, using the head of an enemy.

However, only two people from Cadore came.

Besides Malfurion, there was only the mysterious lady behind him who was almost completely covered by her hood. But to be honest, Lord Nightsworn, we're already here, so there's no need to hide anything, is there?

Your divine aura is impossible to conceal; everyone here isn't stupid or blind.

“I brought the Tide Stone.”

Lady Aria Bluemoon waved her staff, pointing to the giant magic stone floating atop the Violet Tower beside her, which bore ancient Titan patterns, symbolizing its origin and power.

The dean said:
"Dalaran and I remained above the ocean, using the Tide Stones to part the seawater in this area, exposing the deep-sea city of Nazjatar."

N'Zoth's Titan seal, the Ring of Stars, lies deep within Nazjatar. The city is the remains of an elven city that N'Zoth personally guided to plunge into the sea ten thousand years ago during the cataclysmic event. The path to the Ring of Stars is located within the palace of the Nightmare King Xavius.

Given that this is the Naga's stronghold, the Naga under the Nightmare King's command will certainly not allow you to come and go freely here, so you may need to fight your way in.

The trouble is that you have to deal with N'Zoth's physical form in the material world as quickly as Lothar's Imperial army defeats him in the dream.

Otherwise, whether it's failure in a dream or failure in the material world, it will lead to N'Zoth's 'escape'.

Dean Lan Yue adjusted his crystal glasses and said seriously:

"Before the operation began, I made a special trip to the Academy of Arcane Arts to visit Lady Verara and discuss with her the path of N'Zoth's 'Dream of All Beings,' and we reached a consensus."

The Titans had to create a different kind of prison for N'Zoth than for the other Old Gods. It was because of N'Zoth's peculiar path that he could dwell in dreams, just as he could weave the reflection of the Dark Empire from nothing. Perhaps for this unique Old God, the existence of a physical body was not a form of protection.

On the contrary, it was a kind of spiritual constraint.

This senior spellcaster, who was very knowledgeable about various spellcasting theories, solemnly reminded him:
"Therefore, we must pay attention to the order. We can only use the power of the world to burn N'Zoth in an instant after Lothar and the others have broken through N'Zoth's consciousness and forced its fragmented consciousness back into the body of the Old God."

Only in this way can we ensure that the consciousness called 'N'Zoth' is completely destroyed, and prevent it from having the opportunity to transfer its consciousness into the dreams of all beings.

Perhaps some fragments and consciousness will remain in the lucid dream it weaves, but just like Y'Shaarj's remains, once the main body is lost, we have plenty of ways to seal or dispose of them.

"Ah."

Kael'thas nodded, and Archmage Antonidas also nodded.

This is a joint operation by three parties. Although the Sun King and the Night Oathmen are both powerful figures in the world, humanity must also contribute. We are all chosen ones of the world, and we cannot be looked down upon.

"Bring this with you!"

As the Blue Moon Priest miraculously manipulated the Tide Stone to part the seawater below, exposing Nazjatar to the sunlight, Kael'thas took out a box, opened it, and took out two golden crystals of different sizes, handing them to Malfurion and Antonidas.

He explained:

"This is a fragment of the sun god's molted body. Although it has lost its symbolism of 'sun' after being stripped away twice, it is still a part of the god's body. Carrying it with us allows us to ignore the effects of most void spells on our minds."

When necessary, it can also be used as a disposable weapon once it is fully charged.

You have all witnessed Saint Diakum unleashing the Solar Fist. These divine transformations can also produce a formidable Solar Fist, but frankly, that's the least cost-effective way to use it.

Kael'thas produced a flying carpet, and the others each had their own flying vehicles, preparing to storm Nazjatar City below in an elite formation. At this moment, the parted seawater was filled with chaotic Naga, who had discovered the existence of Dalaran and began to try to attack the city that was suspended high above the sea in various ways.

Lady Blue Moon loathed the Naga's depraved and indecent form, considering these void creatures an insult to the Highborne.

Thus, by harnessing the Tide Stones and summoning wind and thunder, a localized thunderstorm swept across the surface of Nazjatar, clearing the way for the raiders. But this wasn't really necessary, as Lady Tyrande had already begun her "warm-up."

Conservatively speaking, even if you gathered all the Naga in the entire deep sea here, let alone Nazjatar, it probably wouldn't be enough for Nightsworn to kill them all with his dual swords.

"The Nightmare King will meet us in his palace."

Archmage Antonidas produced several scrolls and distributed them to the crowd, saying:

"This is the Dream Eater's Scroll that I specially copied from the tower in Karazhan for this battle. With it, I can break through the illusions of those nightmares."

"Actually, you don't need to worry that Savas will cause trouble on this trip."

Malfurion Stormrage stroked his beard, watching the approaching underwater city. Even after ten thousand years, the ruins still faintly revealed the former glory of Zin-Azsari.

Some of these buildings still remain vivid in the memories of the Archdruids.

With a tone of sadness and helplessness, he explained to the other spellcasters:

"If you are familiar with the life of the Nightmare King Xavius, you will find that he is the most outrageous and ruthless selfish person ever born in this world. He betrayed Azshara and the Burning Legion. Now that N'Zoth is also facing a life-or-death crisis, what makes us so sure that Xavius ​​will fight to the death for N'Zoth?"

If I'm not mistaken, the Nightmare King has probably already fled Nazjatar, leaving at most a Shadow of Xavius ​​in the palace to stop us.

It's having a terrible headache about who to turn to next.

But Xavius ​​will never realize that this way of life, 'dependent on the strong,' will never bring it any benefit. Well, perhaps the next time they meet, the ancient feud between it and the Kaldorei will be truly over. Now, let's focus on the path to the Ring of Stars.”

"Actually, I have a question too."

Archmage Antonidas hesitated for a moment, then, as he stepped onto the cold ground on the outskirts of Nazjatar, he said:

"When I and Dalaran left N'Zoth's Lucid Dream, I asked Emperor Lothar, if he sent all his powerful allies to Nazjatar, how would he and the warriors of the Empire face N'Zoth in that dangerous Lucid Dream?"

"The answer is faith!"

Kael'thas explained in a gentle tone:

“I was once a spellcaster, and like you, I couldn’t truly understand the power of faith. But now, as I personally establish a state religion for my people, I’ve come to realize the mysterious connection between faith and the Holy Light.”

Although Emperor Lothar was not a devout fanatic, fortunately, the Holy Light does not need fanaticism. What the Holy Light needs are Force Walkers to do good things in His name.

What the Imperial Army is doing now is precisely the most beautiful battle to protect this star sea. Therefore, the Holy Light will not only bless them, but will also grant them an unparalleled victory, making today's battle famous for generations to come, and even reaching the legendary other side of the star sea.

Rest assured, Great Mage.

Given the close personal friendship between Saint Diakum and Marshal Lothar, he would not stand idly by and watch the Marshal die.

In comparison, our group attacking the capital of the Naga Empire—that's real 'risking our lives'.

The Sun King watched as the Naga royal guards charged out of the palace. He drew his Flame Strike, unleashing a shower of sunlight, and taunted the spellcasters around him:
"Based on the number of Naga in Deepsea City and our numbers, conservatively speaking, each of us would need to kill at least 300,000 Naga to have any chance of breaking through this city."

"Three hundred thousand? Ten times that amount would probably kill me with exhaustion."

The Nightsworn reached up and pulled back her hood, summoning moonlight to fall into her hands and form two moonlit battle blades. She whispered:

"You don't need to draw your swords, just follow me and conserve your strength for the final assault! I cannot unleash power exceeding that of a lesser god in the material world, therefore I will shield you from any obstruction or invasion from the Sea of ​​Darkness, and I will destroy N'Zoth."
"Thank you for coming."

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"Ah, finally we're out! I hate this smell! It's like being drunk and thrown into a pigsty in a tavern, and then sleeping with an old sow all night."

General Daelin, leaning on the Abyss Trident, struggled to climb out of the Stormforge, which resembled the maw of a monster. Behind him, the fanatical Arathi also showed signs of exhaustion.

Even Chiron, the exalted guardian of faith, could no longer swing the flail.

When these people were dragged into the Lucid Dream, N'Zoth deliberately scattered them. Of the four Imperial airships, only one landed at the Temple of Storms, while the other three were abandoned elsewhere.

Inside this Stormforge, these few hundred people killed at least fifteen times their number of Void creatures.

This includes the three-headed Void Demigod.

Behind them, the "Mouth of the Void," which had been like a living thing, filled with disgusting flesh and tough keratin and corrupted void power, was completely dead. Daelin used her trident to puncture every flesh node inside the thing, while the State priests almost completely set it ablaze.

The scientific name for this thing is "Mouth of the Abyss". It looks like just a huge pit of flesh and blood extending into the ocean, but it is actually a "war camp" of the Void faction.

Dalene sat on the shore at the edge of the dead Void Maw, gazing at the surrounding landscape of Stormsong Valley, but her vision was completely shrouded in terrifying illusions.

According to King Daelin, N'Zoth has been secretly transferring all the mortals of Kul Tiras into this dream world for the past few months. Although it's not as extreme as the real Void Sanctuary where individual minds can be corrupted at will, it's hard to say how long mortals can endure in such a damned environment.

Those who lacked resolve have likely already transformed into nothingness and filth.

Before Dai Lin's eyes, the once familiar sea had completely turned into a "black water," without any waves or signs of life. A faint light could be seen on the surface, but it did not illuminate the seabed; instead, it made the ocean look even more sinister.

"That unlucky fellow said this is the reflection of the Sea of ​​No Light, and he also said my ship is right here."

Daelin, panting, leaned on his trident to his feet, gesturing for the Arathi and his warriors to retreat to a safe distance. He took several deep breaths of the air thick with the scent of the Void, and in this nightmarish, ghostly land, he shouted in a hoarse voice:

"If you remember me, if you remember your master, then rise from this damned sea! You are a strong and invincible warship, and I need you to awaken and help me! I'm going to Boralus in my dreams!"

My son and my other self are waiting there, Lothar and his imperial army are waiting there, and N'Zoth is waiting for me there.

asshole!

Get up!

With his roar, the black water before him rippled, and the undulating waves quickly converged into a strange whirlpool, which continued to expand until, with a roar like a giant beast swallowing water, it pushed the underwater object onto the surface of the sea.

a ship!

A giant flagship in the style of Kul Tiras.

With four decks, each side was densely packed with gun ports; a single salvo could destroy a city wall or a small city.

That was Dailin's ship, his Sea King, a super weapon that could quell all disputes simply by entering the South China Sea, a truly legendary warship.

But it has changed drastically.

As King Dalene said, it, which had sunk in the storm, has been reborn in the void.

The massive mast, along with the secondary mast, was covered with strange, dark tentacles. The bow and stern were also covered with armor-like scales, and even blood-red compound eyes had sprouted from the bow.

Its dense array of cannon ports were quietly opening, and each cannon protruding from them was covered in strange keratin, like a "biological giant cannon."

The ship has come to life.

Perhaps this was a gift N'Zoth wanted to give to the King of Ny'alotha. In any case, the ship has now become a true void monster, no wonder King Daelin said that the admiral might need some time and luck to "tame" it again.

"Ha, he's actually quite handsome."

Dale stroked her chin, gazing at the warship that was aiming at her.

Amidst the cries of the Arathi, a salvo of cannon fire engulfed the idiot Daelin in the next second, blasting and shattering an entire coastline. In the midst of the scorching void explosion, the admiral leaped into the air, dragging his trident as he charged toward the ship.

"This is a feud between me and my beloved ship! Don't come any closer until it kills me, I miss it terribly."

(End of this chapter)