Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 617, Chapter 78: The villain in dire straits decides to activate the war alliance. Thread occupied, startup failed!
(Bonus chapter for the "Chen Wenjun 2" brothers [4/5])
N'Zoth's spiritual body shattered into pieces like a popped pimple.

Although he was trapped and fiercely attacked by the Saviors, in reality, the four Saviors were just acting as "cannon fodder" for the Azerothian Star-Soul.

That shot was delivered to it by the Lord of Azeroth, who had just awakened from the nightmare of the world.

Supreme Star Soul was clearly a bit grumpy when it woke up, so it went a little too far and shredded the Thousand-Bearded Demon. The "purple rotten eggplant" spiritual body that looked exactly like its original body was smashed in the middle of its head.

The abundant power of the world surged into its body with a destructive impact, coursing through every vein riddled with treachery, burning, ravaging, and tearing it apart, as if it wanted to devour its flesh and sleep on its skin.

This fully demonstrates that the conflict between N'Zoth and the Supreme Star Soul is purely a "personal feud," without any element of factional conflict.

But to be honest, the fact that N'Zoth could provoke Mother World to this extent does show that he has some ability.

You see, when other ancient gods died, Ai-chan wasn't this emotional, right?

If I had to use an analogy to describe the relationship between the two, it would be like this: every night when you're exhausted and want to fall asleep, there's always some crazy kid downstairs who's making a racket and keeping you awake, and it might even cause you to suffer from neurasthenia and have nightmares.

This situation lasted for at least 100,000 years.
Well, the fact that Ai-chan didn't capture N'Zoth, cut him 10,000 times a day, and then heal him before the next day's torture really shows that Supreme Star Soul is a good baby who doesn't hold grudges.

Of course, there is no difference between the two.

Anyway, even someone of N'Zoth's stature was easily shattered by a single shot from Mother World.

Its corrosive and filthy spiritual body exploded in the center of Boralus City in a lucid dream, much like fireworks during the Lunar New Year. Each shattered fragment of the void mind was accompanied by a purification and burning effect of the world's power.

Despite her anger, Ai-chan remained rational once she was fully sober.

She could not allow the remnants of this filth to hide in the will of every good child in this lucid dream, to continue to live on, and to plot to drag a brave and noble soul into the abyss.

Do not!
That was absolutely not the end these chosen ones of the world deserved.

Even the Supreme Star Soul went a little "fancy".

He ignited the scattered "great fireworks" with his own power, purified N'Zoth's remaining spiritual power, and then scattered them as a rain of light, evenly covering the World's Children who raised their heads to cheer and pray, repairing their minds that had collapsed from facing the Old God.

Let's also offer a wave of spiritual blessings from Mother World to wash away the darkness and sorrow in their hearts.

The gentle rain of light felt just like Ai-chan's caress, silencing the World's Chosen Warriors within it. They quietly felt the gratitude and praise from the World itself, and even the most humble among them couldn't help but smile broadly.

The trolls had long ago confirmed that the Star Soul's power of creation could amplify all known powers without any negative effects. Therefore, the exhausted state priests and paladins were surprised to find that their depleted holy light was once again replenished.

It seems that even the primordial light that protects all that is beautiful is cheering for Ai-chan's revival.

This world possesses its own great power; it is not silent. When mortals perform great deeds, Mother World always appears to encourage and affirm them.

This alone was enough to soothe the warriors' weary spirits.

Because the world remembers them!
This gentle world clearly remembers every life that gave its life for her.

This remembrance will extend with the world's memory until one day in the future, when the Supreme Star Souls walk through the galaxy of all things in the form of true gods, their dedication and sacrifice at this time will also become eternal and step into eternity.

For a mortal's short life, this is truly the highest praise.

However, with the aid of the four Hearts of Azeroth, the consciousness of the Supreme Star Soul still perceived the malice residing in the Sea of ​​No Light within this lucid dream.

Those lowlifes who covet Him in the void!

They lurk on the other side of this lucid dream, behind the dark, lightless waters, where more than ten sinister beings lie in ambush, like a group of fishermen using the Corruptor as bait, eagerly awaiting the one they are determined to eliminate to step into this vicious trap.

It's normal that mortal warriors don't realize this, but the fact is that Diakum's decision not to participate in the Kul Tiras campaign was indeed a prudent one.

The situation would immediately spiral out of control if He were to appear here.

If these beings were to swarm forward, the terrifying Void God War would tear Azeroth apart in an instant.

They do indeed have to follow the rules of the Void faction and the Sea of ​​Darkness, but in the lucid dream that N'Zoth has woven over countless years, these rules will undoubtedly be appropriately weakened.

Ai-chan is currently in the stage of just getting rid of the nightmare. She still has a very long way to go. Only at the end of this "path to supreme power" can she appear in physical form and have a good "chat" with those scoundrels who have hurt her and intend to continue to hurt her in the Sea of ​​No Light.

But that doesn't stop Ai-chan from throwing out a few harsh words at this moment.

He did not immediately withdraw.

Conversely, the Saviors, sensing the will of Mother World, floated in the air and stepped forward under the guidance of the Star Soul. Under the gaze of the Savior Warriors, they were granted the vision of the Star Soul, allowing them to also feel the clearly existing evil power.

Amidst the waves of the Sea of ​​No Light, those cold, sinister gazes fixed upon them.

There is regret, there is disappointment, there is longing, there is greed.

But more than anything, there was disgust and disdain.

The disgust lies in the fact that these saviors were assembled by Diakum himself, and these guys will undoubtedly be involved in the upcoming war between light and darkness.

The disdain lies in the fact that they are nothing more than a bunch of mortal ants.

Even if given countless eras, none of these beings would ever reach a level comparable to the mighty force. In the distant future, these saviors will all grow old and be forgotten.

But in the ceaseless waves of the sea of ​​light, the power of darkness and shadow lives on forever!
“Mother World conveys Her thoughts to you.”

Lothar stared at what was hidden in the reflection.

He could sense that after N'Zoth's spiritual body exploded, the "displacement" between this lucid dream and the material world had lost its driving force. Kul Tiras in the dream was returning to reality, while the city of Ny'alotha in reality was being thrown back into the dream.

The warriors don't need to stay here for long; they will soon return to the world under the sun.

Therefore, the victorious human marshal pointed the Emperor's Sword forward, like a bold ant uttering defiant words to the giants of darkness.

He said loudly:

"We will set foot on your land, not in the name of submission and surrender, Void Gods, but we will march upon your Sea of ​​Light, raising the banner of the Saviors! Not only because of the enmity between you and the Vigilant, but also because of what you have done to our world and our people."
If evil deeds go unpunished, how can justice be served?
The judgment of the world's will and the struggle of mortals is imminent!

This pronouncement made the evil forces on the other side want to laugh mockingly, but they were, after all, dignified void gods and disdained to give any direct response to the pathetic fantasies of mortals.

Justice? Evil?
Ah, what a pathetic illusion of ants! Intelligent life often makes this mistake, always trying to extend the rules and order it follows to the realm of all life. However, order itself is just an illusion.

Order is fleeting, chaos is eternal.

If Lothar and the world need examples, the Void Lords will gladly and vividly recount the entire "Battle of Nalan," letting them witness firsthand how so-called "order" was slaughtered by chaos.

Of course, the Void Lords are all very dignified.

They do not rule out the possibility that Lothar will fulfill his boast at some point in the future. If the future saviors of Azeroth can indeed complete such a "Crusade to the Abyss" and kill a few unlucky souls under the siege of mortals, then this event will definitely be a legendary tale in the Sea of ​​Darkness.

Yes.

They have always been generous.

In this silent standoff, the cold and insidious evil forces quietly dissipated.

N'Zoth set up a trap for them, but the big fish didn't bite. There was no point in them staying here. As for using their power to slaughter these mortals? What a joke!
Do I, the Void Lord, look like someone with so much free time? Would a normal person get angry with a nest of ants at their doorstep?

Instead of wasting time slaughtering them, it would be better to use that time to corrupt more rounds of Anser's Eclipse Ritual and speed up the Eclipse's arrival. Given Diakum's current growth rate, the Void Lords, while not afraid of him, still need to prepare early.

As for N'Zoth, who was still hiding in the deep-sea city of Nazjatar, barely clinging to life, his spirit body shattered and thus extremely weak, constantly crying for help, the big shots couldn't be bothered with him.

The law of the jungle is the essence of emptiness.

If I give you a chance, you should do your best. Look at the terrible trap you set. You couldn't even fool an incarnation of the sun. Saving you will only drive up the price of rice in the Sea of ​​No Light!
We're here to orchestrate a major solar eclipse event, not some third-rate void team or some loser's alliance or anything like that. So, you rotten eggplant, you'd better go somewhere cool and stay there.

Countless ancient gods are still striving for the great cause of the void in this sea of ​​stars.

N'Zoth is neither the most powerful nor the most promising among them. His schemes are so low-level that he is not worth their time.

Alas, the poor fellow was abandoned just like that.

After the evil power receded, Ai-chan's energy also quietly dissipated, and He intended to transfer His power to the demigod saviors located in Nazjatar.

Recreate the actions from Lucid Dream, smash it again, and shatter the corrupted body of the Corruptor.

Well, today I've finally escaped the nightmare. I'm about to break free from the last two shackles and truly embark on the road to freedom. What a wonderful day!

Decided!
A good day starts by smashing that rotten eggplant, N'Zoth.

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In Nazjatar, the city of the deep sea.

Countless Naga thugs, led by their respective commanders, charged madly toward their deep-sea throne, determined to defend their last vestiges of dignity in their holy city.

Even though the Nightmare King, who is also the Naga King, Xavius, has already absconded, the Deep Sea race still has its own principles to uphold.

They would never allow those landlubbers to roam so arrogantly in the palaces of Nazjatar.

Unfortunately, the opponents they faced were undoubtedly somewhat "beyond their capabilities," especially when the Nightsworn went to the Titan Cage to fight against N'Zoth's corruption, the battlefield outside Nazjatar was quickly taken over by the Hydraxian water elementals.

That's right!

The cunning Tidehunter Neptulon intended to take this opportunity to impress Mother World, so without even needing the Chamber of Heart to issue a command, the water elemental army from the Maw of the Abyss poured out.

Neptulon chose the perfect time.

It had previously complained to Lady Aegwynn that its water elementals and the Naga were enemies, and that despite the vastness of the seas of Azeroth, it could not allow the Deepsea Empire and the realm of the water elementals to share this land.

In particular, the Naga, relying on their large numbers and the backing of N'Zoth, have taken advantage of the elemental frontiers to wreak havoc on the local water elementals of Azeroth for countless years, often enslaving them and plundering their treasures.

These hatreds may seem ordinary, but the Tide Hunters keep a detailed record of them.

Don't underestimate the vengeful desire of an ancient elemental monarch.

Given a chance, it can take back all the grievances that the water elemental has suffered at the hands of the Naga over the years, doubling its own.

Just like now!
The mortal saviors were about to successfully behead N'Zoth, and the Nightmare King Xavius ​​had already escaped. As long as he could hold off the Naga's return defense and create an opportunity for the saviors, once the Thousand-Bearded Demon was dead, without the support of the Old Gods, the Naga would be no match for him.

Don't blame the Tidehunters for coming; they came and shielded the demigods from most of the Naga's attack.

This in itself is a matter of face that cannot be denied.

At this moment, these demigods are deep within the Nightmare King's palace, opening the path to the Ring of Stars, the final route to N'Zoth's sealed lands.

The Thousand-Bearded Demon is going mad.

After its spiritual body was shattered in a lucid dream, its broken and weakened consciousness returned to its body. Let alone fighting, it is now like a paraplegic, unable to even move its tentacles.

In this situation, as long as the saviors can enter its cage and receive power from the World Mother, they can wipe it out in one go.

Therefore, N'Zoth frantically sought help in the Sea of ​​Lightless, and some mindless void creatures were indeed lured there to stop him.

Void rifts opened above the Titan's Sealed Land, and before those who had stepped into the material world from the waves of the Sea of ​​No Light could even rebuke the arrogance of mortals, they were met with a Black Moon Slash.

Thus, the remains of another void demigod were added to the path to the Titan's prison.

Nightsworn, wielding twin blades and enveloped in the light of the cold moon, stood alone at the crossroads leading to the Cage of the Corruptors, coldly gazing at the still-boiling void vortex before her.

Under that cold gaze, many of the Void Demigods who had rushed over in a moment of impulsiveness decisively retreated.

What the hell!

They're serious!

A very reliable Moonlit War God is blocking the door over there, who the hell would dare to join in this commotion?
Do you think you have a long life?

N'Zoth knew, of course, that he couldn't just sit and wait to die.

In its despair, it finally contacted its evil brethren. Through the mysterious communication of the ancient gods, the Thousand-Bearded Demon, in its weakened state, sent a message to the Titan City in the far north.

It cried out in despair, hoping that Yogg-Saron would send one or two corrupted Titan guardians to buy it some time to escape into the Emerald Nightmare.

That would certainly cause N'Zoth to lose the body of an Old God, and its spirit is now broken beyond repair; even if it escapes into the Emerald Nightmare, it will only be a life-threatening situation.

But it's better to live a miserable life than to die. The ancient gods also possess great power, and perhaps they can find a way to restore their evil divine power by hiding.

N'Zoth has truly humbled himself.

It was even willing to submit to Yogg-Saron and offer its own body as a tribute to be devoured by the Thousand-Throated Demon. This was a tradition among the Old Gods: no matter how many light and dark entities exist in a world, only one can devour the world.

This is essentially tantamount to declaring defeat in this Void Manifestation and becoming Yogg-Saron's accomplice.

However, the Thousand-Throat Demon remained silent for a long time.

Until the Titan seal known as the "Ring of Stars" was opened, and until Kael'thas, adorned with black mourning bands and wielding Flame Strike, strode into the suffocating, chilling darkness, the desperate N'Zoth finally received a response from the far north.

"Oh, sorry, I was a bit busy just now and didn't have time to answer you."

Diakum's voice rang out along the "special frequency" of N'Zoth's plea for help, and he said in a gentle tone:
"I guess Yogg-Saron would be very willing to help you, after all, in the current situation, helping you is helping it, but unfortunately, Yogg-Saron may not be able to help. After all, it died before you."

But on the bright side, you were the last of the Old Gods of Azeroth to fall.

How proud we are!

So, smile and face your fate with a smile.

I've heard that ancient gods who are always smiling tend to have good luck.

(End of this chapter)