Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 640, Part 8: Orc: Damn it! You've rammed our holy mountain again! What did Nagrand ever do to you? Are you never going to stop?
Dick didn't actually arrive at the appointed time to appear as a "savior" and rescue the Zenidal from its crisis.

He's done this kind of thing enough before, so there's no sense of accomplishment in replicating it at this particular moment. It can only be said that the Redeemer Losakson is indeed "giving him face".

The timing of its detonation of those bombs coincided perfectly with the moment when the sun's avatar approached the holy light ship.

It's hard to say whether this guy did it on purpose or not.

When the Nathrezim were created by Denathus the Great, they possessed perfect energy aptitude. These dead creations could embrace other Forces and transform into different forms. Although they had an underlying logic of "loyalty to their creator," the effects of the Force were still unavoidable.

The dreadlords of the Burning Legion, driven by fel energy, crave destruction and scheme. The Lightlords of the Light, forced by "loyalty," must violate the morality they forged within the Light, but this does not prevent them from advancing this murder at a certain "coincidental moment."

Anyway, it has done all the work that needed to be done.

Failure to complete the mission can only be attributed to bad luck. After all, having to choose between more than 20,000 years of camaraderie and "loyalty" must have been a very difficult decision for the Nathrezim who had been sanctified.

The dilemma of choosing between loyalty and righteousness is a common problem that has plagued spies throughout history.

Therefore, the creations of Emperor Denathrius were not perfect, but to put it another way, it is probably difficult for truly "perfect" creatures to appear in this sea of ​​stars and the six realms.

The Vigilant cast the War Power - Fortify on the ever-exploding Zenidal, preventing the Lightforged from dying from the violent and rapid explosions. As he enveloped the ship in sun-like holy light, the Mother of Light also sent herself to the completely damaged starship engine amidst flashes of light.

This powerful primordial naaru was definitely affected. After all, the purpose of the explosion released by the dreadlord was to create a split in the Holy Light faction. Who knows what kind of "black technology bomb" that guy used? Anyway, when Dick saw Zera float by, all the crystals on his body were emitting "black light".

It's like being poisoned.

The fact that the original Naaru's appearance could be altered to this extent suggests that it must be something specifically designed to counter the Holy Light.

However, the same spirit of devotion that other Naaru possessed was clearly not lacking in Zera. Despite being in terrible condition, Zera still chose to forcibly take over the damaged starship.

It poured its abundant holy light energy into the still-exploding engine system, forcibly binding the shattered crystal instruments together, allowing the engine to barely function and using its own power as propulsion. This caused the spaceship, which was already close to the world of Draenor, to be captured by the planet's gravity, and then it transformed into a golden meteor that crashed into the land of Draenor.

This scene shocked many people.

Exclamations erupted across the city platform of the Karabor Temple, and the old prophet looked up in astonishment, his eyes wide with disbelief. Behind him, the archbishops roared for the spellcasters to quickly pinpoint the Zenidal's landing location.

Those Eredar who become archbishops are more or less politically sensitive. If the Mother of Light were to have an accident at the Restoration Army's headquarters, it would definitely cause a significant disagreement and rift between them and the Legion of Light, and might even directly lead to a split in the Holy Light faction.

However, Ms. Vera remained calm.

Judging from the energy intensity surrounding the spaceship, Diakum arrived at that dangerous moment. Moreover, as the most powerful Naaru in the current star system, even if Zera used holy light to protect the spaceship from crashing to the ground, it would not suffer the same severe injuries and near-death experience as His Majesty Kourei.

At most, it will damage some of the crystal body, but this is not a fatal injury to the Naaru.

Several landing craft of the Krokun clan took off from the Karabo Temple helipad a few minutes later and headed toward the direction where the Zenidal had crashed.

But the arc of light that the starship left in the air as it slid down was like adding a golden stroke to the sky above this world.

Yrel also saw the trajectory of the fall in the air, but the little hoof's thought process was always peculiar. She rushed back to her residence in the Karabor Temple in shock and fear, just in time to see Captain Yuna holding the little goat Baal and eating something.

This made Irelia breathe a sigh of relief.

She was genuinely afraid that Yuna would do something "bad," after all, the plan to "ambush her halfway" was something they came up with after drinking too much together.

They even went so far as to contact the orcs to borrow fel-powered warships, and Griselda Blackhand, the nominal Warchief of Mag'har, showed a strong inclination toward this.

Beyond their camaraderie in battle, the orcs also had their own considerations.

Because of the existence of the Kourei Alliance, they are completely bound to Diakum's side. If a conflict were to break out between the two sides, the orcs would certainly not side with the Mother of Light. Since the differences between the two sides are real, it is in line with the orcs' way of thinking to strike first.

But the plans couldn't keep up with the changes.

Before they could even make a move, the Mother of Light's starship exploded on its own.

hiss.
You, Zera, are you really that unpopular in the Star Ocean?
But just as the starship, enveloped in a golden shimmer, was sliding down, in the Galadar clan camp on the Nagrand plains, the little orc, Guil, who was being rocked in the arms of his "big sister" Taresa and still sucking on a pacifier, suddenly reached out and said haltingly in broken human language:

"Starry and golden."

"what?"

Taresha Fawkeston, whose entire family had been invited by the Frostwolf Clan as honored guests and caretakers of the "Large World Shaman," was dozing off when her orc brother called out to her. She rubbed her eyes, looked up, and opened her mouth wide.

"It really is a shooting star! And why is it golden?"

The little human girl exclaimed in surprise:

"Are the celestial phenomena in Draenor so strange?"

Just as the little girl with two braids was wondering what was going on, several shamans rushed out of the tent. The leader was none other than Guir's sister, the current Magh'han Great Prophet Gayala.

This woman, still clutching the parchment scrolls studying the scriptures of the elements, stared dumbfounded at the falling "golden meteor." Of course, the well-informed woman knew it was a Naaru's spaceship, but she quickly stomped her feet in exasperation and shouted:
"The crash of the Genidal two hundred years ago in Nagrand already changed the terrain of the grasslands. How come it's happening again two hundred years later? You Naaru are really something! Can't you just find somewhere else to crash?"

Is the Zangarmarsh not big enough?
Or is Gorgrond not tall enough?
Why are they targeting our sacred land and causing trouble?!

It's no wonder that Gaiara was so vulnerable; the main reason is that the Zenidal's crash trajectory happened to be exactly in the same spot where the Draenei crashed.

If this were to collapse Mount Worshugu, conflict would break out between the orcs and the Eredar.

"Quick! Go and take a look."

Gaiara was a man of action; he immediately dropped the parchment and began astral teleportation, intending to send himself and the shamans to the site of the starship crash.

However, when the golden light landed, it burst forth with a visible surge of holy light, as if bringing a "golden dawn" to the Nagrand plains, but there was no violent tremor as expected.

It probably didn't actually hit the ground, which reassured Gayala somewhat.

As the elements of the astral teleportation swirled, a group of shamans vanished from the Garadar camp and reappeared near Mount Worshugu the next moment.

"Wow! The golden giant held up the spaceship! It didn't crash into the beautiful crystal mountain!"

Taresa, holding Guir, shouted, and the little orc in her arms pointed at the "Giant of Light" standing beside Mount Worshu and giggled.

He certainly didn't know what was going on, but that didn't stop the exceptionally talented Guil from finding the scene before him quite amusing.

"Thank you to the vigilant."

Gaiara also saw the saint Diakum, who had transformed into a giant of light, using his hands to support the falling starship, preventing it from crashing into the sacred mountain that was like a spiritual totem for the orcs.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and the shamans around her relaxed.

"Don't go there!"

The guardian of Woshugu, "Gaurosh," appeared on a nearby hillside riding a black wolf. This mysterious old orc, carrying a warhammer and a crossbow, waved his one arm and shouted to them:
“There are two holy lights there. One is the one from the Watcher, and the other is very aggressive. Perhaps it is not our friend. Let’s stay here.”

"Oh."

Gaiara knew who the old orc was, and she obediently responded.

However, the Galadar clan, as guardians of the sacred mountain, could not simply leave. They decided to temporarily set up camp in front of the mountain guardian's hut to assess the situation before taking further action.

Meanwhile, the Zenidal, having completely lost power, was gently placed on the ground by the giant of light, who, after exhausting all his kinetic energy, laid it down beside the crystal mountain of Worshugu, as if adding another golden "holy mountain" to the Nagrand plains.

After the spaceship came to a stop, the hatch damaged in the explosion was blasted open by a lightforged war machine. Then, Ms. Sphrax led the warriors from the starship to bring out the seriously wounded.

The Mother of Light is unable to leave for the time being as she has to suppress the few incredibly destructive bombs that remain in the starship's engine.

"Salute to you, vigilant!"

Sphellax touched her still-bleeding face, limped forward, and bowed to Diakum, who had returned to his human form from his Titan of Light form.

She said very sincerely:
“We owe you a life, and if we include the great battle on Argus, then we can never repay the debt of gratitude we owe you.”

"Since you are a fellow countryman of Argus, why be so polite?"

Dick said softly:
"It is a blessing of the Holy Light that I was able to arrive in time for this crisis, and it is also a joyous occasion for me to save my fervent compatriots. I will not say more. You need to rest and receive treatment. Your compatriots will be here soon to take you to the Temple of Karabor."

But what I mean is, it's best to keep this a secret for now.

If someone else asks, do you know how to answer?

The fleet admiral thought for a moment, then nodded and said:
"It was just an accidental crash caused by inadequate maintenance, not a conspiracy, and had nothing to do with 'betrayal'. Every starship in the Lightforged Fleet has fought a fierce battle with the Burning Legion in the past, so it is normal for some hidden dangers to remain on the hull that could not be detected in time."

"So good."

Dick looked back at the landing craft descending on the horizon and nodded, saying:
“You all go to the Temple of Karabor first. I’ll go check on the Mother of Light. She is a distinguished guest of Draenor and the Restoration Army of Argus. As her host, I must ensure her peace.”

After saying that, the Watcher stepped onto the damaged starship door and entered the now-shutdown Zenidal.

Several high-ranking officers were somewhat worried about this. They wanted to stay, but General Sphrax ordered them to immediately board the landing craft that had landed ahead and send the wounded to receive treatment and recuperation.

She didn't even keep any for herself.

Although he had been worried that the ideological clash between the two sides might cause some danger, after witnessing the vigilant save them from the crisis, the general realized that his worries were completely unnecessary.

Come to think of it, even during the Second Common Era of Argus more than 20,000 years ago, the up-and-coming Diakum was a gentle, steadfast and kind warrior of the Light. Now he has grown into the leader of the People of Light. How could someone so beloved by the Light be a warmonger who actively instigates conflict?
The conflict between the so-called Vigilantes and the Mother of Light will at most stop at doctrinal differences, and will never escalate into a "heretical punishment" where one of them must die.

Having figured this out, the general immediately felt relieved.

She decided not to get too involved before things escalated further, and her current condition was not suitable for mediation or intervention.

She should seek out the prophet Viren, tell him about the "tests of faith" she and her warriors had suffered, and hope to receive answers and solutions from him.

The landing craft of the Krokun clan quickly landed near the Holy Mountain, and the twin archbishops emerged from them. Their appearance caught Sphrax's eye, and he immediately limped forward to salute the archbishops of the Holy Light Legion.

Saloras reached out to help the Lightforged Admiral up, while Aurecis stared at her smudged makeup and whispered:

"You also underwent a test of faith and severed your connection with Zera, didn't you?"

"You too?"

Admiral Sphellax stared in astonishment at her superior. The twin archbishops nodded and said in unison:

"The Warriors of Light of the Lightforged Chapter have all experienced this self-doubt, but we have rediscovered ourselves and our pure passion for the Light through the method of 'moral reconstruction'."

Perhaps on our way back to the Temple of Karabor, we'll need to take some time to describe our experience to you and your warriors.

This will definitely be helpful to you.

Fear not, the regaining of reason is never a bad thing, and fanaticism is not a quality the Holy Light desires. In short, welcome to Draenor, Admiral, welcome to the stronghold of the Argus Restoration Army.

From here we will embark on our journey back to our ancient and distant homeland.

This is not only our mission, but also your cause.

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“You personally lightcast Losakson, and you believe that Nathrezim has embraced the Holy Light, that divine energy has cleansed its evil and cunning, and that you can trust it.”

Because of your influence, the high command of the Holy Light Legion placed complete trust in Losakson, allowing it to hide such a dangerous explosive device in the engine of your flagship without alerting anyone.

This was a fatal oversight.

Perhaps it stemmed from the Holy Light Creatures' desire for unity and trust, but that desire undoubtedly led you into Emperor Denathrius's trap.

You cannot trust Nasrezim.

Even if they are truly credible, you shouldn't do that!
This race's self-awareness has never been in their own hands; they are the most perfect spies in the Star Sea and the Six Realms, yet also the most helpless puppets on strings.

Inside the wrecked engine room of the Zenidal, Diakum, clutching a crystal bomb engraved with dominion runes, frowned as he slashed open a narrow crevice leading to the Sea of ​​No Light and tossed the bomb inside.

His movements were so skillful that he resembled a garbage collector, and the Sea of ​​No Light was the place where he indiscriminately dumped "dangerous garbage."

A violent and terrifying explosion erupted in the tides of the Sea of ​​No Light. It was unknown whether any unfortunate void creatures were killed by this high-powered bomb designed specifically to cause death. If so, Diakum would definitely pray a few more minutes for that miserable, dark soul when he prayed today.

Behind him, Zera, the Mother of Light, who had just been blessed with Holy Light and purified by the Holy Sun with the help of Diakum, expelling the "poison" from the invasion of the Force of Death, maintained a light rotation in a silent and weak manner.

She was somewhat sad.

Perhaps it was the impact of the fall that shattered some of her Holy Light Crystals, or perhaps Loksasen's betrayal truly wounded the Mother of Light's heart.

She did not respond to what Diakum said, but the regret conveyed in her ethereal hymns revealed Zera's helplessness and guilt.

Because of her misplaced trust, the Holy Light Legion almost suffered terrible losses. If she had actually perished or been severely injured in this fall, a split within the Holy Light faction would most likely have become inevitable.

However, besides regret, Zera also felt a sense of curiosity and inquiry. After Diakum took out the last bomb and threw it into the Sea of ​​No Light, he turned around and bowed slightly to Zera.

He then took something out of his pocket and said:
"You sensed her, didn't you?"

He loosened his fingers, letting the fragments of the eclipse, entwined with darkness, rise from his palm.

"what is this?"

Zera asked:

Why do I feel this strange sense of familiarity?

“You are the primordial Naaru, Anser’s first child in the light, you are ‘Anser’s eldest daughter’.”

Diakum tapped on a fragment of the eclipse, shrugged, and said:

“This is Anser’s first child in the darkness. Theoretically, she should still call you ‘sister’.”

Ps:

I've seen the new version's storyline, but Xalatas has already been set up this way, and there's no way to change it. All I can say is that this backstab came quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly.

(End of this chapter)