Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 626, Section 87: The Awakened Bound Ones Will Eventually Break Free from Their Shackles!

On the third night after the Battle of Kul Tiras ended, in Menethil Harbor.

The sea was unusually calm tonight, weaving a peaceful atmosphere on the shore illuminated by the lonely moon. News of the victory had arrived two days ago, bringing great joy to the people of this city. The sailors who came from Tol Barad on leave made this dwarven port city even more lively.

Even tonight, the taverns in the city are still brightly lit, and the Deepwater Inn is packed with warriors celebrating their victory. The booming business makes the dwarf owner grin from ear to ear.

Who wouldn't like these kind people lining up to give money?

The only problem is that the consumption of alcohol is too high, which makes the dwarf owner somewhat worried about whether his wine cellar can last until the next batch of fine wine from the Thunder Winery arrives.

But these were minor matters in the face of victory. Although the dwarves were generally stingy, they understood the principle of blending in with the crowd. So tonight, the taverns and inns once again announced that the drinks for Victory Day would be discounted for the brave Imperial sailors, which made the already excited soldiers cheer even more.

In the midst of the bustling midnight hour, a ship quietly docked.

Its arrival terrified the dockworkers, for the monstrous ship was shrouded in gray sea fog and sailed on the waves like a deep-sea monster, not as if the waves were pushing it forward.

Instead, it seems as if it is riding the tide forward.

The gray sea fog gradually dissipated only when they arrived at the dock, leaving the sailors on the dock dumbfounded as they stared at the monstrous warship that had clearly become ethereal. They could clearly feel the strange warship staring at them with its cold "gaze".

It seems to be pondering what the "taste" of these ants would be like?
Logically, the arrival of such a terrifying creature should have triggered an alarm immediately, but the Imperial fleet flag and the Kul Tiran flag flying on the ship identified it, and the captain of the dock guards had also received advance notice from the mages.

This was a ship transporting wounded soldiers home, and it was Admiral Dailin's flagship.

It was reborn from the void and is the empire's "weapon of the final battle at sea." It just looks a little strange, which is not surprising at all.

Under the horrified gazes of the sailors, the tentacle-like gangway opened downwards, and Dalene, carrying the Deep Sea Trident and wearing a captain's hat, staggered down.

He glanced at the trembling warriors with surprise, then followed their gaze back to his own warship. He chuckled, patted them on the shoulder, and said smugly:
"Never seen such a cool ship before, have you? You guys better take good care of it! Otherwise, if it gets angry and breaks your legs, I won't be able to handle it."

"what?"

The dock supervisor who arrived first saluted Admiral Dalene, then glanced at the wounded Imperial soldiers who were disembarking from the monster warship.

He asked in a low voice:
"Your... uh, cool warship probably doesn't need deck and hull cleaning, right? I saw its tentacles eating barnacles off the hull itself."

"Yes, you don't need to bend over and wipe the deck. You just need to sacrifice nine living people to it every day to satisfy its thirst for flesh and blood."

Dai Lin grabbed the wine jug and took a swig, maliciously intimidating these bumpkins.

Seeing the terror on their faces, the admiral laughed heartily and strode away. Tannreid Proudmore, who followed him off the ship, stepped forward helplessly to explain:
"Don't listen to your father's nonsense. He might be out of his mind. There's no need to sacrifice living people. Pigs, cows, and sheep will do. If all else fails, you can catch a few crocodiles or jackals in the swamp and throw them onto the boat."

You don't even need to kill them.

This ship has a rather picky appetite; it prefers raw, 'fierce' flesh and blood.

"But apart from feeding them, do not approach the Sea King without permission."

The young witch Jaina, leaning on the Ebony Chill, followed her brother and reminded the dumbfounded dockworkers:

"It's not used to strangers getting close yet, especially with its father not on the ship. No one can control it. Don't panic if it gets caught in the tentacles and gets on the ship. Just stay on the deck!"
"Where the sun shines, it won't dare do anything to you."

"Uh."

The captain of the guard hurriedly jotted down these "little tricks" for dealing with the void warships, and then humbly asked:
"What if, in the chaos, you accidentally run into a place where the sun doesn't shine?"

"Well, that's fine."

Tanred grabbed his captain's hat, fanned himself with a flourish, and grinned menacingly at the soldiers, saying:

"Such a large ship cannot be operated by only a captain with a mental problem and me, the dignified first mate. It also needs sailors and gunners to operate it, and even cooks and a steward."

So if you've wandered into places you shouldn't be, then just stay put and 'serve' on the Sea King.

Ninety-nine years
Or 999 years!
But don't worry, after going through all that strange and wonderful journey together, you will eventually be free.

After saying that, the guy laughed and led his sister and Lord Arthas, disguised as a guard, to escort the seriously injured and sensitive White Soldier into the bustling city at night.

Varian bravely saved Brigadier General Daenerys's life in the battle of Lucid Dreams, but at the cost of suffering N'Zoth's mental collapse attack. He'll probably need to recuperate in Menethil Harbor for a while.

He should have returned to Stormwind, since his "long service" officially ended after the Battle of Kul Tiras, allowing him to regain his noble status as Varian Wrynn.

However, the emperor's coronation ceremony will be held in Stromgarde soon, so recuperating in Menethil Harbor is a very good choice.

The young people wanted to relax at the hotel, but the old man wasn't suited to that kind of chaotic atmosphere. Although Dale was a regular at the bar, he obviously wasn't going to be drinking with a bunch of smelly big men tonight.

Carrying the Abyss Trident, he walked alone on the road to the temporary manor, recalling how he had fled the city in a sorry state with a dagger stuck in his head. The general couldn't help but grin and curse himself for being so spineless.

I wonder if Catherine and Gina have calmed down yet?

If he were still angry, he might not survive if he ran back now. But he is a brave man who fights against the storms of the sea. How could he stand still in such a situation?
Dai Lin hid at the manor gate and drank all the wine in her flask. After mentally preparing herself, she quietly pushed open the door and tiptoed inside like a thief.

Then he noticed that the magic lamp in the hall was still on, and he could hear men talking and Catherine laughing inside; Gina seemed to be among them as well.

The general's expression changed.

Holy crap, I've been at sea for less than a month and a half and two women have already cheated on me?

Don't dismiss this as mere speculation. In the middle of the night, what are you two married men up here, whispering sweet nothings to each other?
Can this be tolerated?
He angrily grabbed the Abyss Trident and kicked open the hall door, where he saw a handsome guy with black hair and black eyes, wearing a priest's robe, talking to his wife and lover about some things related to the doctrine of the Holy Light.

The drunken Dalin stepped forward to grab the "Holy Light Old King" and throw him away, but he overlooked the fact that the Deep Sea Trident in his hand was one of the "Three Sacred Artifacts of the Abyss". This thing was definitely a Void Treasure. In his anger, it applied a Void Enhancement to him, and when his fingers touched the shameless human priest, the other party's illusion shattered in an instant!

Then, the giant form of Saint Diakum was revealed.

The sudden collapse of the illusion caused Dick's chair, which he was sitting comfortably in, to be crushed instantly, almost causing the Sun's Agent to fall flat on his face. The moment Diakum's true form appeared, the cool and aloof trident in Daelin's hand suddenly let out a scream of "Murder!" and voluntarily broke free from Daelin's grasp, flying into the night sky with a whoosh.

But the next second, a golden light flew out, followed by the muffled sound of weapons colliding and the sound of the void shattering, as the trident pierced through the manor's buildings again and slammed into Dale's feet with a bang.

"What are you trying to do, coming here all this way in such a rage, carrying a weapon?"

Diakum looked regretfully at the chair that was now shattered on the floor, then looked at Dale with a playful expression.

The general was extremely embarrassed.

The main problem is that he'd never actually seen Diakum's human avatar form before. Why would a Vigilante, a perfectly normal Eredar, pretend to be human? How is he going to clean up this embarrassing mess?

Fortunately, the old sailor Dale was quick-witted. Realizing something was wrong, her mind raced, and she grabbed the trident, holding it up to the watcher with both hands, and said sincerely:

"Of course, it's because I recently acquired a divine artifact from the Abyss, and I would like to ask you, a top-tier weapon master in the Star Sea, to appraise it for me."

"A creation of N'Zoth, forged from shadowforged steel of the Sea of ​​No Light, imbued with a power that corrodes the mind, and endowed with the ability to control turbulent tides, it is already top-tier among mortal weapons." Diakum glanced casually at the trembling Abyss Trident and shook his head, saying:
"You'd better not use it too often, but I know no one can persuade you otherwise, so meditate with Lady Golden Sword whenever you have time. It will help you control your mind and, incidentally, curb your drinking habit."

“Saint Diakum is here specifically to wait for you. He hopes to obtain from you the specific details of the lucid dream that envelops Kul Tiras.”

"You two chat, I'll go prepare a late-night snack for our distinguished guest."

Mrs. Catherine was very dissatisfied with her husband's performance.

She didn't even need to guess what Dailin was thinking, but she was also angry at the bastard for leaving without saying goodbye. So she got up with a cold face and left with Gina Jinjian, who also had a bad look on her face.

"Oh dear, you've really angered these two ladies."

After the two ladies left, Diakum sighed and said:

"In my experience, this is not a problem that can be solved by giving a gift. Your days ahead are destined to be exciting, but perhaps you old married couples will see it as a kind of 'fun in life'?"
Hehe, let's not talk about that anymore.

How's your 'brother' doing?

"He is fine, and he is very grateful for your help."

Dai Lin answered honestly:
"He told me that the lucid dream that looms over my country is a prison you have set up in the material world, specifically for those heinous criminals who are hard to get rid of."

He is the King of Ny'alotha and the Warden of the Shadow Prisons of Azeroth, while I am the unfortunate Inquisitor, tasked with piloting the Void Ship across the seas, circling the world, and imprisoning and escorting those scoundrels who cannot be judged by mortal laws.

But to be honest, I don't actually dislike this job.

It's better to tell others that you're an explorer than to actually become a pirate.

Furthermore, both he and I have concerns: won't our current situation really lead to something even worse?

"No, I performed that 'Truth Surgery' on him myself. The moment his collapsed mind was reconstructed, he became a different individual from you. You only share an identity and a past life."

Diakum waved his hand and said:
"Although N'Zoth's heart is evil, he has unexpectedly carried out his mission well. In my opinion, the current situation is good for both of you. Since you no longer need to worry about your duties as kings, you can naturally live the life you want."

Well then, that's settled.

The vigilant's farewell speech:

"You must have some private things to say to your wives when you return from your voyage, so I won't stay here as a third wheel. Remember to attend Losa's coronation ceremony in a while, and now that you've found your family, don't put them in danger again."

"May you have a pleasant life, Your Excellency General."

Diakum offered his blessing, then reached out and roughly pushed open the space amidst the surging golden holy light, stepping inside. His previous accident at Frostholdt had given him ample experience in "opening doors," and this time his technique was much more refined, with remarkably precise placement.

Dale could see Saint Diakum disappear before her eyes, landing in a desert under the cover of night, which should be the legendary "World Temple".

The general grinned, then crept into the bedroom. He saw Catherine standing by the window, and tiptoed forward, embracing his wife despite her resistance. He whispered:

“I said goodbye to him, and he relieved me of any pressure, worry or guilt. I was finally able to confirm that when N'Zoth cut me open, he left my feelings for you completely in this body.”

Perhaps the ancient gods felt that too much emotion was a burden, but it clearly wasn't.

I no longer need to run away from you, nor do I need to bear the guilt of 'getting close to other men's wives.'

"Oh, you still feel guilty?"

Lady Catherine visibly relaxed, and even joked:

"So, you mean you 'ran away' because of this?"

"more or less."

The general closed his eyes, ignoring the musket Catherine had concealed against his heart. He rested his chin on his wife's shoulder and whispered:
"When I'm tired, I need to return to a warm harbor and rest before I can go out to sea again. I also brought Tanred back, even though that kid is such a bastard I want to strangle him with my own hands."

But the family was finally reunited.

I think we'll never be apart again.

"So, where does Gina stand in this family?"

"Uh, can you not say something so jarring at such a tender moment? Gina can live for three thousand years, while I only have a few decades left to live. I am destined to be just a passerby in her life."

"You wish! But unfortunately, my best friend doesn't think that way."

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"I have personally closed the nodes of the Star Ring, and the nodes of Ulduar are gradually shutting down under Mimiron's control. That is the final link in the Unified Field of All Things. Because of its complexity, it will take a month to completely shut it down."

Inside the Chamber of the Heart, Aegwynn, looking relaxed, said to Diakum who had just arrived:
"The Supreme Star Soul also needs some time to completely cleanse the corruption within her dream. She will gradually awaken until the equipment in Ulduar shuts down, at which point she will truly enter a state of recovery. In fact, in the past three days, the activity level of the World Soul has increased by seven percentage points compared to before."

This means she is truly about to wake up.

"It's just awakening, just returning to the normal 'growth' trajectory of a star soul."

Diakum looked at the control panel surrounded by light and said:
"This is equivalent to the Lord of Azeroth just walking out of the intensive care unit, but there is still a long way to go before she recovers. The suffering she has endured in the past is too heavy. It would take at least five hundred years for the power of creation to be sufficient for her to grow rapidly."

This is under the condition that there is no external force interfering.

Five hundred years! Lothar is all ashes now.

"There won't be any more deadly interference."

Aegwynn, holding the Heart of Azeroth, said in a deep voice:

"The saviors are on high alert, and generation after generation of the world's children will embark on this path of protection. Once our world mother breaks free of her shackles, we will no longer allow any external force to disturb her revival."

"I believe you can do it."

Dick tilted his head back, stroking his World Ring, and said:

"The bound will awaken, the prisoners will be freed. How magnificent! The fate of the stars will enter a new chapter. Azeroth, I have not failed your expectations after all."

"Thanks."

The Supreme Star Soul's heartfelt gratitude echoed in Diakum's ears, causing the Watcher to smile and say gently:
"It is my duty. I wish you peace."

(End of this chapter)