Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 615, Section 76. For the tragically unfortunate Dai Lin, the saying "children are the father's nemesis" is not just empty platitudes.
(Bonus chapter for the "Chen Wenjun 2" brothers [2/5])
In the lucid dream, the great battle in the city of Boralus has progressed to its most frenzied stage.

N'Zoth's watchdog, the powerful and evil "Insatiable" Shadhar, had just been slain by Khadgar, Rhonin, and Lothar, the three saviors. The void filth that erupted when the evil hound died almost polluted most of Boralus, forcing the Imperial army to retreat to the vicinity of Proudmoore Fortress for defense.

The ferocious dog's flesh transformed into something even more filthy. N'Zoth seemed to have realized the Imperial army's "two-pronged attack" tactic, and it desperately wanted to crush Lothar and these tenacious mortals as soon as possible.

Therefore, this guy sent "Dreagas," the most vicious, ferocious, and deformed of all his flesh and blood derivatives, to the city.

This thing is clearly a Voidlord under N'Zoth's command. It's like a blood-red, morbid, disgusting boil that could burst at any moment, filled with filthy pus that can corrode everything.

Humans made of flesh and blood could not possibly get close to such a corrosive monster, so the Imperial Army's three hundred steel mechs formed the strongest defense for the warriors.

Under Colonel Maxwell's command, they unleashed a barrage of fire on the Voidlord, causing the expensive lightforged ammunition to ignite with purifying flames on the deformed freak.

They would burn this monstrous void with the fury of mortals as a response to the ancient gods' reckless provocation of humanity.

Behind the Iron Knights, warriors calling upon the name of the Holy Light bravely resisted the ever-encroaching Void and launched a counterattack under the leadership of their respective commanders, while Arathi priests who came to their aid ignited holy flames in various places.

They charged and fought with fervor and tirelessness, their courage inspiring admiration.

These faithful priests could not have imagined what the battle of light and shadow foretold by the "Imperial Vision" would look like, but now they have witnessed it.

On the battlefield against the Old Gods, the priests of the State Church witnessed firsthand the Void Abominations' backlash against the world order. The onslaught of these monsters, which only existed in the most terrifying nightmares of all living beings, perfectly matched their imagination of the "War of Light and Darkness."

For fanatics, death is not something to fear.

For them, being able to participate in such a "holy war" and sacrifice themselves for their beliefs is the happiest and most perfect ending.

Generally speaking, such people are undoubtedly "destabilizing factors" in peacetime, but in turbulent times, they can certainly be given exaggerated and glorious titles such as "hero" and "warrior".

It was the fanaticism and indomitable spirit of these state priests that inspired the morale of the other warriors with their repeated charges, and the dazzling holy light ignited the passion of the entire battlefield.

The warriors charged forward one after another in this hellish land.

They had to hold on, knowing that every minute they held on here gave their allies fighting in other areas a glimmer of hope.

Lothar, who was also fighting with the Emperor's sword held high, was certain that new reinforcements would arrive soon.

The Worldschildren of Kaldorei and Zandalari are racing against time to eliminate Ignis, the Void Evil that corrupts the Dream of the World. Once the poison rooted in the Dream of the Supreme Star Soul is killed, the World Mother will awaken and grant the Saviors even greater power.

That was the real weapon to kill N'Zoth.

Meanwhile, in the seas surrounding the city, the brutal naval battles also escalated to the point of bayonet charges.

The king and his admirals, along with their wives' ships, have destroyed at least thirty warships in the dark waters of N'Zoth, but Tanred Proudmoore's "toy fleet" shows no sign of being destroyed.

For every filthy warship that sank, two replacements would rise. The two Dalynes had realized beforehand that they had no chance of winning in a war of attrition. Their only chance of victory was to break into the heart of the fleet and capture its commander alive.

But this also means that the Sea King will suffer unimaginable devastation.

However, this ferocious war flagship had had enough of the endless harassment from these weak and filthy ships, so under the admiral's command, it smashed the warships blocking its way like a wild beast.

Almost enduring the barrage of fire from other corrupt warships, it carried out a dangerous and brutal ramming of the "Pride of the Dark Empire".

Such a frenzied battle tactic was clearly beyond Tannred Proudmoore's ability to handle. The dashing young man frantically mobilized his fleet to encircle the enemy, but faced with the wrath of his two elderly fathers, there was not much he could do.

In the frenzied tremors following a deafening explosion, the two massive ships, both "voidified," collided violently, becoming indistinguishable from one another. Tanred was thrown onto the deck, his head bleeding profusely, but he leaped back up in the next instant.

The flying planks and collapsing masts caused chaos, and the filthy fleet seized the opportunity to launch a volley of fire, sending the Sea King into a blaze of flames.

Tanred clearly saw the two men on the other side jumping onto his warship, and these two evil guys shamelessly disguised themselves as his beloved father.

What blasphemy!

The third son of the Proudmoore family leaped up, drew his command sword from his waist, grabbed a musket wreathed in the void, and roared:

"Warriors of Kul Tiras, prepare to fight!"

This shout caused shadows to gather on the empty deck in an instant, and the black energy sculpted fierce sailors who, led by Tanred, charged towards the two "thugs" in front of them.

"I protect my country! You lackeys of ambition will never set foot on the sacred land of Proudmoore!"

The young man charged at his father with a shout, but General Dalyne dodged and kicked him in the butt, sending him sprawling face-first into the dirt. By sheer bad luck, he landed right at King Dalyne's feet.

Tanred looked up in a disheveled state and saw King Daelin smiling gently at him. Daelin then reached out as if to stroke Tanred's head, but the instant she touched her youngest son's forehead, she delivered a powerful blow, slamming his head against the ship's railing with lightning speed. While Tanred was still dazed and bleeding from his head, Daelin swung her dark, glowing cane and, with the "wrath of an old father," struck her good-for-nothing son hard.

The barrage of blows made Tanred scream. He covered his face with his hands and rolled outwards, trying to dodge the attacks of the dark evil bastard disguised as his father, while roaring back with his command sword, which was wrapped in the power of the void.

The Shadow Sailors he awakened couldn't even get close to King Daelin.

From the shadows behind the king, one after another, strange Shadow People roared and charged out.

They fought the shadow monsters before them with their twisted claws and the power granted by the void, like loyal guards protecting their leader.

King Dalene had already discovered the Shadow People's following him and sensed their "dependence" on him. In this lucid dream from which there was no escape, only a king of sufficient resolve could protect these corrupted beings and allow them to survive in another form of curse.

Beyond this scene of "filial piety and parental love," General Dai Lin, wielding a trident, swept through the enemy ranks, beheading all those obstacles formed from void forces, and charged toward the third "Dai Lin" floating on the command platform.

This guy is clearly not the "third brother" who split off from him.

Just by looking at the chilling darkness and the dim light reflected in those pure black pupils, one could tell that this was definitely an incarnation of the Thousand-Bearded Demon.

"You took my son away! You wantonly molded him into this weak state! You're trying to replace me as my son's father? Are you that addicted to being a father?"

The general roared, gathering his fury, and approached the embodiment of darkness step by step.

The latter, standing beside the helm, tilted its head and, against the backdrop of black lightning streaking across the sky, grinned and said:

"Is it possible that your son, Dale, was always this weak and that it wasn't created by me? And that you, who claim to care for your family, are not a good father at all? Otherwise, why would Tanred be so dependent on me, and why wouldn't he be able to recognize his own father?"
You really need to seriously examine the way you treat your children.

"shut up!"

Enraged, Dale swung her trident at the dark incarnation before her.

The opponent did not dodge, allowing the weapon to pierce its body, then its avatar dissipated and collapsed, before it said in a low laugh:

"You and he are both my creations. What makes you think you can use the weapons I gave you to show off in front of me? Ha, do you think stray dogs running around outside can't even recognize who their master is?"
Kneel down, you insect!

"buzz"

The power of the void erupted into purple tentacles that slammed against the deck, sending the admiral and the king flying. This caused the three sacred relics of the abyss to break free from their control in an instant, and the void claws then dragged the two Daelins into the air.

The Shadow People were terrified.

Amidst the roars of the ancient gods, they screamed and transformed into a chaotic dance of shadows, scattering in all directions—but this was not because they lacked courage.

They were merely mortals corrupted by the void, lacking the steely will of warriors to fight against a monster born in the abyss.

The two Daleines were struggling, coughing painfully as if they were choking.

Tanred, who was beaten black and blue, got up, grabbed the command sword stuck in front of him, and staggered forward.

His “father” whispered in his ear, instructing him to execute the two dark evils posing as his family members. Boralus was under attack by ambitious men, and Tanred was needed to lead his fleet to rescue his kingdom.

"Become a hero of Kul Tiras!"

The voice was so seductive that the young man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his sword, and thrust it towards King Daelin in front of him.

Amidst N'Zoth's maniacal laughter, the cold command sword pierced the pathetic king who had betrayed it, causing both Daelin to scream in agony simultaneously.

The bewitched Tanred wanted to continue his attack, but then a burst of light crashed onto the chaotic deck like a meteorite. The young man only saw a pair of outstretched wings of light before he was caught off guard and slapped hard across the face by a cold staff.

The force of his blow and the exquisite technique of his staff strike sent Tanred flying three times before he landed on the ground.

When he got up, his face covered in blood, he saw Jaina glaring at him with fury, the little witch roaring:

"Look at what you've done!"

"You! Monster, your disguise as Jaina is disgusting! I was just protecting my country, and all you evil creatures posing as my family must die!"

Tanyd bared his teeth and summoned more shadow sailors, but the enraged Jaina wouldn't listen to reason. She swung her staff and attacked, and the shadow aliens that rushed at her were killed one by one by Arthas, who was wielding his warhammer.

You know what, the little witch's "self-defense" staff technique, which she learned from her mentor Imira, was quite effective, and it forced Tanred into a retreat.

On the other side of the deck, Yrel summoned his avatar of the Lightlord to attack the filth sculpted by N'Zoth. The Thousand-Bearded Demon attempted to grab the ferocious Lightforger with its tentacles, but unexpectedly, after a single contact, Yrel hurled an Anthel Crystal that struck the avatar's body.

What the hell!

How can a paladin use such a "righteous poison dagger"? Is this also a legacy of that Holy Light dog from Diakum?
A blinding solar fist then erupted, completely shattering N'Zoth's avatar in the surging sunlight. It roared and cursed, but the momentary disruption caused it to lose control of Tanrid and the fleet.

The young man, now fully conscious, crossed his arms and cried out, "Sister, have mercy!" before scrambling to his side to King Daelin, who had fallen onto the deck.

The latter was pierced through the heart by a sharp sword, and the injury was almost beyond saving.

General Daelin, clutching his heart in anguish, staggered over and collapsed beside his alter ego. He kicked Tanred aside, grasped King Daelin's hand, and said:

“Come back, let’s become one again, so you can survive. Although I’ve been mocking you, you unlucky fellow are indeed more like a king than I am. This country has been mired in darkness for too long, they need you, not me.”

Perhaps you are better able to teach and protect children than I am.
Look what I've done to Tanred!

But I can't.

The king leaned against Gianna's chest and sighed weakly:
“I am the King of Nyalosa. My return will forever trap you in this lucid, desolate dream, but that should not be your fate, Dalene. You are the real me, the one who belongs to the sea.”

"Live on in my place, live a more wonderful life, live a more... uh?"

What was supposed to be a tragic farewell speech turned into a series of surprising events a few seconds later. Under the astonished gazes of those around him, King Daelin's previously weak aura began to improve, and even the pain in his chest gradually subsided.

The weakened king was stunned for a moment, then suddenly sat up.

He touched the wound on his chest, which was still bleeding but no longer weakening him, completely unable to understand what had happened.

"Father, I'm so glad you're not dead. I shouldn't have stabbed you with that sword. It was my mistake."

With his face bruised and bleeding, Tanred rushed over and hugged King Daelin, who shrugged, patted his silly son's head, and then looked at the general.

He thought for a moment and said:

"The vigilant said he performed a 'surgery' on me. Perhaps this 'resurrection' is a gift from that surgery? Did he foresee that I would be killed by my own foolish son?"

"The vigilantes may simply be convinced that something terrible is going to happen to the Proudmoore family."

The little witch Jaina breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that both her fathers were safe and sound. She muttered to herself:
"When we first met, he warned me that the children of the Proudmoore family were all their fathers' nemesis."

"Oh, it's just a matter of loving fathers and filial sons. I've seen enough of that in Azeroth."

Irelia, swishing her tail beside them, glanced at the out-of-control fleets around them, and finally looked at the crumbling city of Boralus. She said to the family:
“How about we catch up later? It seems like N'Zoth’s dream form is about to appear. I don’t know what you all think, but I really don’t want to miss the war to hunt the Old Gods. The Vigilant has entrusted us with this important task, and we can’t let him down.”

"boom"

No sooner had Irelia finished speaking than a loud explosion erupted in the city of Boralus behind them.

As everyone turned around, they saw N'Zoth's spirit form, in the shape of a black, decaying, torn eggplant, smash through the city and appear on the battlefield.

That guy really showed up!

"Snapped"

Irele smacked herself, realizing how incredibly bad she was at jinxing things.

However, N'Zoth couldn't sit still behind the scenes and took the initiative to jump out and personally crush Lothar and his group of rebels. Does such a fierce response mean that the Thousand-Bearded Demon has already sensed the crisis?

Hmm, it seems the demigod squad that went to Nazjatar, the deep-sea city, to carry out the decapitation strike is making good progress.

N'Zoth realized that it would suffer a fatal blow in both the dream and reality dimensions at the same time, but it was too late. It set a trap to ensnare the Vigilant, but the People of Light turned the trap around and used it to reduce the evil Old God to ashes.

Ha, Commander Diakum wasn't afraid of this damn trap.
He simply wanted to leave the opportunity for revenge to the awakening Supreme Star Soul, nothing more.

(End of this chapter)