Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 613, Section 74: If you don't want to hear the doctrines of the Holy Light, I also have some weapons of mass destruction here for you to examine.
After King Daelin gave directions to the state priests of the Arathi Empire, these hundreds of powerful, fanatical Holy Flame Warriors braved the danger and headed toward the location of Proudmoore Fortress.

Led by High Lord Kael'thas, carrying the Arathi Empire's battle banner emblazoned with holy flames, and each wielding a specially crafted holy torch, they fearlessly charged into this void dream where evil lurked.

General Stittek did not follow.

She stayed in Stormsong Valley in Lucid Dream with a group of wounded priests, where many Arathi Expeditionary soldiers had been scattered throughout the valley, and the general, as commander, had to find them.

Moreover, there are villages and towns in the valley, where many Kul Tirans facing the corruption of the Void need help.

Previous battles have shown that the sacred flames worshipped by the Arathi can also suppress the void forces in dreams when lit. This means that as long as the Arathi light enough sacred braziers in their dreams, those trapped in lucid dreams can survive until the end of this "nightmare".

After the priests left, General Dalyn looked herself up and down on the shore.

He circled King Daelin several times, then commented:

"You've got quite the style, haven't you? You're like a more refined and dashing version of me, just a bit effeminate."

"My God, don't you know you're judging another version of yourself?"

King Daelin covered her eyes and sighed, saying:
"Mocking others is one thing, and can be understood as the rude and terrible behavior of sailors at sea, but now you're even mocking yourself. I think you're more like the guy who went mad after being filled with the void than I am."

"What are you talking about? I don't think I'm crazy."

Admiral Dailin grinned, pointed to the waiting warships behind her, and said:
“I have a ship waiting, ready to set sail at any time, but I lack a navigator. Do you know where to find that child?”

"Of course, I know."

King Daelin raised her cane and pointed to the dark, fog-shrouded sea off Boralus, saying:

"Right here in the sea, on a small boat, the wicked god fulfilled the child's greatest desire."

"grow up."

General Dai Lin grinned and muttered:
“I knew it. When little Jaina was rescued from the demons by the Vigilantes and returned home as a young lady, I noticed the light in Tanred’s eyes. That little fool longed to have adventures like his sister and grow up quickly.”

Like every man in the Proudmoore family, he longed for the sea. He hoped to grow up quickly so that he could command a fleet like his brother and roam the seas with great prestige.
Hmm, I get it!
I know how N'Zoth made Tandril 'obey'.

The admiral strode toward his warship, with the king following behind. As the two climbed the fleshy, tentacle-like gangway, the admiral clearly felt his wife's ship "stun" for a moment.

The Sea King seems puzzled as to why there are two "owners," and both of them are real.

"This ship is fantastic!"

King Daelin stood on the deck, reaching out to stroke the mainmast covered in "scales," and sighed:

"This was originally a coronation gift from N'Zoth to me, the 'King of Ny'alotha,' hoping that I would pilot this ship and drown Lothar and his Imperial army in this dream, but I refused it."
And so, you got it.

"Stop talking nonsense. The precious ship that I seized with my strength is mine, of course it's mine."

The general disliked the king's habit of talking nonsense.

He swung to the bridge, gripping the slender, tentacle-like rope, grabbed the helm, and with a flick of his wrist, the ferocious, living warship retracted its black claw-like anchor and, without any wind, quickly turned and left the coast.

The admiral stared intently at the ever-torn fog ahead, seemingly entering a battle-ready state, while King Daelin stood at the bow, her hands resting on her cane, the Stormcaller's Crown above her head crackling with lightning.

In this dark sea, devoid of wind, light, and even life, the winds seemed to stir due to the king's "preparations for war"—the power of the Storm Summoner's Crown, one of the three sacred artifacts of the Abyss.

It can ride the storm.

It sounds like a common saying, since both the Wind God and the Tide Stone have the ability to control storms, but N'Zoth went to great lengths to create the three relics in order to make the Dark Empire rise again.

Such a grand ambition naturally requires imbuing these three sacred objects with sufficiently powerful energy.

Therefore, the Stormcaller's Crown can not only stir up storms and tides in the material world, but it can also directly affect the Sea of ​​No Light and its reflection in any realm. In this place without a single wave, a storm generated by Daelin's anger is taking shape.

"I said!"

Admiral Dai Lin was piloting the warship, and he seemed to have already spotted the "fleet" faintly visible in the fog ahead.

He shouted:
"How many ships did N'Zoth send to my son? We only have this one! To fight an entire fleet with a single ship, I must be crazy to even dream of such a thing."

"Heh, you'd better hope you're going crazy, because you're going to fight not just a fleet with a single ship."

King Dalene chuckled.

His fingers touched the Void Stone emblem on his chest, and with a flick of his fingers, a dark shield was applied to the hull of the fast-moving Sea King.

Voidstone is an energy defense that can absorb some of the attacks of any form, like a downgraded version of "Dark Heart".

The Abyss Trident in the General's hand is naturally the dominant offensive weapon among the three sacred artifacts. The three Void Demigods who died at the General's hands must have a lot to say about how powerful it is.

These three items can only unleash their greatest power when brought together; that is the "King's Set" that N'Zoth chose for himself as the King of Ny'alotha.

Theoretically speaking, these three items cannot be used by a second person.

But how should I put it? It was N'Zoth's fault for being so impulsive and splitting Daelin in two. Now look what happened!
They can not only cooperate to save their son, but they can also use the three sacred artifacts separately without triggering any negative effects.

As for the question the general just asked...
As the sea fog dissipated, King Daelin sighed and said:

"How many ships have perished in this sea over the years? How many pirate ships and merchant ships have you sunk in the South China Sea over the years?"

The admiral shrugged, looking at the massive fleet that was gradually coming into view.

Conservatively speaking, there are definitely forty or fifty ships of various sizes.

These ships, with their different shapes and functions, were unified into a fleet and arranged in a respectable manner on the sea, occupying advantageous firing positions.

As the Sea King approached at high speed, the enemy's first volley of artillery fire rained down from the sky.

"I regret it!"

The admiral frantically spun the helm, making his precious ship perform serpentine maneuvers amidst the hail of bullets.

This is only because Dai Lin has excellent ship handling skills and this warship, which was newly born in the void, is powerful enough. Otherwise, such haphazard maneuvering at high speed would definitely have torn the keel apart.

He shouted loudly amidst the violent tremors:
"I shouldn't have dragged that little guy around and lectured him on naval warfare when he should have been playing! Look at this formation, is it something a six-year-old should be able to set up?"

"It's a bit too late to regret it now."

King Daelin raised a shield of void stone and summoned black lightning to strike his son's "toy fleet," shouting:

“I told you long ago that you should have your son learn how to govern a country, instead of trying to train him to be a warrior like you! Just like you should have made Jaina a traveler or a painter, instead of letting her get involved with that damned magic.”

The Proudmoore family already has enough capable fighters.

But you're never satisfied!
"You just want to conquer the sea."

"Hmph, that's why I was able to conquer the South China Sea, while you can only be a stupid king!"

The general roared:
"Get ready for a bombardment! I'm about to launch an attack. I'll use a crushing defeat to show that little fool what real naval warfare is all about!"

"Boom!" At a certain moment, when the high-speed Maritime King seized a gun window, the terrifying projection brought by a salvo of fire from a row of gun windows instantly sank four ships of the opposing fleet.

The four ships were in a very tight formation.

In such close-range artillery fire, one should be arranged in columns; this is the most basic common sense in naval warfare.

"Ah! I made a mistake."

On the control panel of the flagship of N'Zoth's "Toy Fleet," the "Pride of the Dark Empire," Tanreid Proudmoore, with blond hair, wearing a captain's uniform and a general's hat, and with his chest exposed, looked very dashing and regretfully slapped his forehead.

But then he grinned and said loudly:

"But it doesn't matter, that ship can't go any faster, and our advance will restrict its movement! Whoever's on board, I'll sink it! I won't allow anyone to set foot on our Kul Tiras."

"You agree, Father?"

"Of course, my child, you are the guardian of the nation. You are better and more outstanding than Derek and Jaina. You will surely become a hero of the seas of Kul Tiras and even the whole world."

Dressed in black, "Daelin" hovered beside Tanred in a gentle, fatherly manner, watching her "son" wield his command sword and direct his fleet to surround and kill those fools who dared to provoke the Dark Empire.

In the dark waters behind this flagship, one after another, undead warships that had long since sunk and been swallowed by the dark ocean surfaced, quickly replenishing the Tanrid fleet's losses.

Haha, these two Dai Lins, with their completely different personalities, pursuits, and extreme ways of doing things, have actually joined forces to get their child back.

How ridiculous!

Do you really think that you, Daelin, are the only choice for me, the Thousand-Bearded Demon?
Tandrid Proudmoore is a prince of Kul Tiras, and he has the right to inherit the throne should the king die!

Alas, the path of this dream of all living beings, though mysterious and unpredictable, is ultimately limited.

The Dark Empire has indeed fallen into decline. It is now so difficult to replace a kingdom with its own dream. If it wants to turn the entire world into its sleeping city, it will probably have to become a lesser god to even try.

But that doesn't matter.

The saviors of Azeroth have now been dragged into their own lucid dream, unable to escape and forced to watch themselves fall into the void. These fallen will become the cornerstone of the Black Empire's resurgence.

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"By the Holy Light! Look! The land of Kul Tiras is teeming with Void creatures. Not only the land itself, but the surrounding seas are also filled with the filth of the Void. The Dark Empire has reappeared in the material world, and it is corrupting the territory of Mother World with its arrogant and domineering attitude."

The speeding Exodar descended from the clouds, but on the navigation platform, Irelia could already see the filthy and depraved scene below.

Her divine condemnation infuriated all the Lightforged around her.

They could all see the present-day mortal kingdom: a void temple forged from black stone stood in the place that once belonged to Boralus, with a mysterious obelisk suspended on its towering platform.

Just like the towers that surround the temple, beneath each Twilight Obelisk stands a powerful and ferocious Krahithian warrior.

Those hideous black tentacles danced wildly on the ground like a swarm of snakes, and beneath each tentacle, which resembled a thousand-year-old giant tree, lay a nest that incubated filth.

Countless faceless beings and flesh beasts staggered out from within, then mingled into N'Zoth's army amidst the strange hissing of the insects.

The fallen Void Prophets chanted the holy words of the Thousand-Bearded Demon, and countless prayers in Shathal language mingled together to form a terrible, corrupt incantation, which would cause any enemy who dared to approach this Void Sanctuary to suffer spiritual annihilation and the infusion of darkness.

N'Zoth worked hard for countless years.

In the hidden realm of the dreams of all beings, it wove the last glimmer of the dark empire in its own memory, preserving in this way the last sharp edge of the ancient god era that had long been destroyed, and allowing it to blossom and bear fruit today.

Yes.

Who says the era of emptiness is over?

Millions of years later, those dark creatures that once roamed the earth have returned!

They have returned from the world's nightmares, determined to pull the long-collapsed Dark Empire back from the ruins of history, cleanse it, and allow it to stand tall once more in this world.

The situation was clearly getting out of control, and even the Vrykul she-wolves that Lyran had brought from Northrend on the spaceship were looking at each other in bewilderment, but Heya just kept sharpening her blade expressionlessly.

She thought the battlefield below was pretty good.

For the shield maidens of Mother World, they should fight fearlessly on such battlefields and achieve resounding victories.

Yrel was shouting for the Lightbringer's main cannon to fire, to destroy the remnants of the Dark Empire below, the countless Void fiends roaming the land, and the entire island of Kul Tiras.

"no!"

Archbishop Saloras of the Holy Twilight tapped Yrel on the forehead and scolded her:
"The Lucid Dream has become intertwined with reality. Destroying the remnants of the Dark Empire here is tantamount to sending Kul Tiras in the Lucid Dream to heaven as well. Lothar, the Imperial army, and the elves currently attacking Il'gynoth will all perish under this blast!"
This is not the way the Lightwalkers should solve their problem.

"What should we do then! The void has already spread out."

Irelia was so anxious that her tail was wagging wildly, and she shouted:

"At their rate of spread, Zandalar Island will be... no, Zandalar Island won't be a problem, there's a swarm there, these void flesh chunks will just be feeding the swarm."

"It's not a swarm of insects."

Saloras shook her head and gestured to her sister Orestes as she looked down at the ruined main body of Nyalosa, the "axis of evil."

The archbishop squinted and said:
"Before the Watchers headed to the North, they personally delivered something back to the Exodar and instructed us to use it only in the most critical moments. I think Commander Diakum was referring to that moment."

Ok.

Since reasoning has failed, and since morality and doctrine are useless, let's resort to physical critique!

Hopefully, the weapons created by that mad, mechanical dwarf king will be of some use.

"Jaina, what's wrong?"

Just as Saloras and Orestes were preparing a weapon of mass destruction, Yrel, the deputy captain of security at the Arcane Academy's gatehouse, suddenly noticed Jaina's unusual behavior.

This usually composed young woman was now deathly pale, trembling as she clutched something in her hand.

Do you need to see a doctor?

Irele stepped forward and whispered:

"How about I cast a Holy Light spell on you first?"

“No, no, Master Yrel, I saw my father and brother fighting. They were attacking each other on the black sea; it was N'Zoth's plot!”

Jaina gripped Yrel's hand, her eyes filled with longing, and she said almost frantically:

"I have to stop them! I have to protect my dearest family! I can't let my brother or father become patricide! That kind of thing must never happen in the Proudmoore family!"

Ps:

Dark Empire concept art:
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