Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 644, Section 12. Sachiel: Hey, supplies cut off.
A lot happened at the Temple of Karabo that night, but for those respectable people who went to bed early, it was just an ordinary night.

After all, if there's no real fighting, then it's as if nothing happened.

Although the Mother of Light suddenly announced the next morning that she would be entering the Aldor Temple for a long period of Holy Light enlightenment and to treat the magic-addicted elves, leaving many Eredar puzzled, for those who had received prior hints, this actually meant that the biggest threat between the Argus Restoration Army and the Legion of the Holy Light had been quietly eliminated by the Vigilantes.

Honestly, this is a good thing for everyone.

Even Admiral Sphrax was relieved that things had turned out smoothly. In her worst-case scenario, she had prepared to protect the Mother of Light as she escaped the pursuit of the Argus Restoration Army.

Although he was very imposing when he reprimanded the soldiers in the streets last night, saying that they should have faith in the noble ones they followed, in reality, Guangzhu himself had no confidence at all.

She had lived in the Holy Light Universe for over 20,000 years, and no one understood better than her how dangerous those fanatics could be when they went mad.

You can't reason with fanatics!

After all, religious beliefs are not based on reason and logic.

She was genuinely afraid that the Vigilant and Lady Zera might start fighting while they were talking, which would then trigger a Holy Light infighting that would destroy the Temple of Karabor. After all, even within the Holy Light Legion, it was not uncommon for priests from different factions to start personal attacks during debates, which could then escalate into a brawl.

However, as dawn broke, Lady Sphrax had no time to concern herself with the Mother of Light's inner thoughts.

As the leader of the Lightforged Fleet, she received the same treatment as the other Starsea clan leaders. Accompanied by Archbishop Isana, she went alone to the sacred cave beneath the World Tree Tayara under the guise of an outing.

She saw the divine construct of the Lord of Argus.

Then, she immediately knelt down.
no way.

All Eredar who carry fragments of Argus's Star Soul Will will exhibit this reaction when facing the Star Soul Lord.

The general, trembling, held up his well-preserved Heart of Argus high.

She felt certain substances in her soul being taken back by the Lord, and it seemed that her "part" was being reunited with the Lord through this ritual. When she heard the Lord's comfort and encouragement, all the self-doubt that had arisen from stepping onto the long stairway of faith to the Highest Heaven was cured without any medicine at that moment.

The Lord praised her as a steadfast and courageous good child. The Creator of the Eredar had witnessed her more than 20,000 years of conquest and recognized her achievements. He personally invited Sphrax to participate in the great cause of restoring Argus.

Which conscientious Ereda employee could refuse such treatment?
"Of course I do!"

The general raised her head and said loudly:

"My fleet and I will participate in the sacred war to reclaim our homeland. My warriors and I will do everything in our power to bring you home! All Eredar will return home, and we and our descendants will return to the land where our ancestors lived. The regret that has been forever missing in our hearts will be filled by our own hands."

Holy Light above! This is the highest glory!

I will dedicate my heart and everything I have to your liberation.

She shouted excitedly, which looked rather undignified, but Archbishop Isana and the other onlookers were already used to it.

Every Eredar who is invited to worship Lord Argus does this.

Especially for those ancient Eredar who actually lived in the world of Argus, their emotional outbursts were completely natural expressions of genuine feelings, the purest emotions born from the longing of those who had lost their homeland for their homeland and their yearning for the past.

This kind of sentiment can always be inspiring and foster unity.

It was only at this point that Admiral Sphrax truly learned from Archbishop Isana about the Argus Restoration Army's plan, and that the Vigilantes and the Prophet Velen had not summoned these clans back to their homeland on a whim.

This was not a martyrdom to die.

They had a complete plan from long ago and found everything they needed in that magical world called "Azeroth".

Upon learning of this plan, General Sfrax suddenly recalled a unique message she had received a year earlier during a war.

"So, the visit of Grand Archon Hatton and Guardian Naru Adar to the Holy Light Realm was actually part of this plan?"

Sphellax has a pretty good memory.

Just outside the sacred cave of Lord Argus, she earnestly inquired:

"It is said that they spoke with some Naaru in the Holy Light Universe and even assembled a fleet to sail to a rather mysterious star system. No one knows what they were going to do."

"Grand Consul Hatton's itinerary is our top secret, after all, the work he is in charge of is very important, and it can even be said to be directly related to the outcome of the Liberation War."

Isana explained:

"Only Titans can dismantle the Unified Field of All Things without taking damage, and Eonar the Life-Binder is currently the only Titan soul that has escaped in hiding. We must keep this a secret. Fortunately, during the previous Kalecgos War, the Vigilant learned the exact location of that world from a Void Thief."

Judging by the time, Grand Consul Hatton's fleet should have arrived there by now.

With the Burning Legion preparing for its second large-scale invasion of Azeroth, mobilizing its main forces would make High Archon Hatton's return journey safer.

"That was just a cobbled-together fleet."

Sphellax shook his head seriously and said:
"Once they encounter harassment from the Burning Legion or other interstellar bandits, they will find it difficult to retaliate effectively. I must immediately notify all hunting warships and fleets carrying out war missions near that star system to go and provide escort."

Even without the plan to reclaim Argus, the sheer power of a single Titan Soul is enough for the Holy Light Universe to make such an arrangement.

"Yes, that's what I wanted to ask you to do too."

Isana said:

"The Twin Archbishops have prepared the order, but it is only reasonable for it to be issued by you, the supreme commander of the Lightforged Fleet."

"If it weren't for the long distance, I would definitely go there myself."

Ms. Sphellax was in a very good mood.

After having an audience with the Star Soul Lord and releasing her emotions, she felt a rare sense of joy and inspiration amidst the severe mental strain of the past few days. Even in her every move, the shattered holy light seemed to have reassembled.

It can only be said that this kind of idealistic power is truly outrageous. When Sphellax's new goal is firm enough, the Holy Light will also reward her with the power of firmness.

Archbishop Isana had originally planned to stroll around the area with her former friend, but a few minutes later, a priest quickly approached her and whispered something in her ear, causing Archbishop Isana's expression to change slightly.

"what happened?"

Sphellax looked at Isana in surprise, and the latter whispered:

"The prophet Velen just made a prophecy, and the 'little human prophet' who is temporarily staying at the Temple of Karabor also had a prophetic dream last night. The two prophets foresaw the same thing: the demon is coming!"
They will soon reach Draenor, and they are coming for the 'Extinguishing Sun'.

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"That dream was terrifying. It felt so real. I felt like I was walking through the burning world of Draenor, the whole world reduced to scorched earth, and the planet itself shattered. Demons roamed the ruins everywhere, and the sacred Temple of Karabor had become a living hell. The remains of Saint Diakum hung on the dark spires, and countless Eredar warriors were reduced to trampled bones and ashes."

In the prophecy hall of the Karabor Temple, the "little prophet" Nat Pag was holding a fishing rod in his hand, with a small bucket at his feet, clearly indicating that he had sneaked out last night to go night fishing in the harbor of the Karabor Temple.

Upon receiving the message, Diakum entered the Hall of Prophecy and immediately spotted the little fisherman's bucket.

He wasn't interested in the prophecy of the impending demons, but instead went over to look at the fishing master's bucket. There weren't many fish in it, but they were some of the rarest and most delicious fish in the shallow waters of the Zangarmarsh.

Diakum was somewhat "jealous" of this talent for catching big catches even while night fishing at the dock.

He had even gone fishing with Nat Pag, hoping to get some of the catch, but seeing the young fisherman catching fish like he had cheat codes while he himself caught nothing was quite discouraging.

Alas, fishing is also a kind of "hunting activity".

Since it's hunting, talent is definitely a factor, and I'm probably one of those hunters who doesn't have any talent.

With that thought in mind, he greeted Velen and the other archbishops, and then sat down between the twins and Nellie.

Nat Pag's eyes were red, clearly frightened by the prophetic dream.

No matter how great his future talent may be, he is still just a child now. Moreover, compared to the small-scale scenarios he predicted during his time in Southsea Town, last night's prophecy, which was directly related to the "destruction of the world," was indeed a challenge to his ability to bear.

However, ever since Nat Pag was sent to Draenor, he has been following the old prophet to learn how to distinguish which images are more credible among the true and false prophecies. He learns very quickly, and prophetic dreams that he could not activate before can now be activated when he is in a good state.

After Nat Pagle described in detail the "Day of Destruction of Draenor" he had seen in his dream, the prophet, holding the purple crystal "Song of Souls," solemnly inquired:

Can you confirm when this prophecy will take place?

"Tomorrow, the day after? It definitely won't be more than five days!"

Nat Pag said with great certainty:

“I saw my little bucket and clothes in my dream. I was wearing these clothes at the time. According to Aunt Isana’s strict hygiene requirements, I would not wear these clothes for more than five days.”

"Hmm, are there any other details?"

Velen handed the Soul Song Crystal to Nat Pag.

This crystal can effectively enhance the prophetic abilities of prophets. After holding the crystal, Nat closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and carefully recalled the prophetic dream that had suddenly appeared when he was tired from night fishing. After a moment, he said:

"I saw a fleeting glimpse of a great demon. That guy was the leader, with blue skin and a strange, floating skull on his shoulder. It attracted a terrifying giant!"

Yes, that giant shattered the walls of Shattrath City with a single stomp, and darkness... a gigantic black cloud loomed in the sea of ​​stars, as if it were about to devour the sun!

The little prophet shouted excitedly a few times, but then he couldn't withstand the pressure and blood flowed from his nostrils. Archbishop Isana quickly stepped forward and took the very talented little human away from there so that he could rest for a while.

But as the young fisherman left, he stared intently at Diakum and said to him in a hoarse voice:

“The Watchers, they’re coming for you! That giant, that mass of darkness, they’re all coming for you, but… but that blue-skinned guy isn’t.”

He broke free from Isana's grasp, rushed to Diakum's side, and whispered in his ear:
"I saw him go to the same place as you. You didn't die, no, you died, but you're still alive. I don't know how to describe it, it's too complicated. But that big blue guy!"

He's different from other bad people.

“Sachir is always different from others. Don’t worry, child. I know what you mean. I will take it seriously. Now go and rest.”

Diakum soothed him, channeling a warm, holy light into Nat Pag's body, saying:
"Your talent is invaluable. Emperor Lothar even wrote a letter to inquire about your situation. You will surely make a name for yourself in your hometown in the future."

Nat Pag nodded firmly.

He waved goodbye to the "sun" and left the prophecy hall. The next moment, everyone's eyes fell on Velen, who had also made a prophecy.

However, Velen shook his head and said:
"Gentlemen, although my prophecy does mention the calamity of Draenor, it focuses more on the visions of Azeroth. That is why I asked my disciples for details in such detail to verify it."

I am now certain that the Burning Legion will launch simultaneous attacks on Azeroth and Draenor, and most importantly, Kil'jaeden and Sach'ir will both appear!
Furthermore, they will simultaneously deploy the Fallen Titans in both worlds.
They are here to destroy the 'brotherly alliance' between Azeroth and Draenor.

We must immediately inform Azeroth, especially the Saviors. They may know of the demonic attack, but they certainly don't know that this time they will be facing a fallen Titan.

"I'll go."

Nelly stood up and said:
"I am the ambassador of the Covenant of K'ure to Azeroth. This is my duty. Can the Dark Portal be used?"

"The Gate of Stars is in excellent condition."

Ms. Vera said:

"Currently, there are eight Eredar clans gathered in Draenor. Including Lady Sphrax's fleet and the Mother of Light's fleet, we have three fleets that can fight against the Burning Legion."

The forces here are sufficient. On the other hand, although Azeroth is vast and rich in resources, they have no experience in interstellar warfare. If Kil'jaeden launches a fleet attack, I'm afraid...
Perhaps we should send a fleet over; we can't let the Illidari fleet fight alone.

"If we're talking about teleporting the fleet, Aegwynn will have to come over in person."

Diakum stroked his chin and said:
"She's been busy shutting down the Unified Field of Everything lately, which is a very complicated task, but Ms. Verara is right. While we can't guarantee that Azeroth will face the Legion's fleet head-on, we should at least ensure that they won't be destroyed by the demon fleet's bombardment."

The group finalized their plan.

Soon, Diakum and Nellie arrived at the island of the Dark Portal. As Nellie set off and the Talbuk stepped into the Dark Portal, Diakum suddenly had a thought. He looked up and left and right, and then, under the twins' astonished gaze, he transformed into a beam of light and rushed into the rotating Dark Portal in front of him.

The next second, the teleportation screen of the Dark Portal, which should have been a gathering and rotating expanse of dark blue arcane energy, instantly transformed into a corrupted fel energy, and before the twins could react, it exploded with a deafening roar.

The explosion was so violent that the solid Dark Gate crumbled and disintegrated in an instant.

The island that supported it collapsed with a roar as the energy spiraled out of control. Terrifying energy stirred up giant waves in the Zangarmarsh, engulfing everything on the island in the collapse. But the twins soon noticed a ray of light struggling to "squeeze out" from the ruins of the collapsing island.

As the light shone again, the restless power was forcibly suppressed.

Diakum appeared in the light, holding in his arms the pale-faced Archbishop Nelly and the Dark Portal Guardians caught in the storm of spatial distortion. Thanks to the Vigilant's personal rescue, no one died in the explosion.

Dick's face was very pale. He looked at the ravaged island and said in a low voice:

"Those bastards blew up the Dark Portal, severing our connection with Azeroth. Now all we can do is wish them luck until things turn around."

Fortunately
Fortunately, the potential danger was eliminated in advance.

(End of this chapter)