Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 646, Section 14: The Shameless Burning Legion was the first to use their Corrupted Gandharva.

The demons arrived quickly!
Almost the day after the Dark Portal was destroyed and Sphrax's fleet was mistakenly teleported to the other side of the star system, Sachil's massive fleet had already entered the Draenor system.

They advanced from several directions simultaneously, but were quickly met with a head-on attack from the Restoration Fleet. Although the Draenor clans did not have their own starships, the combined starship forces of the remaining eight clans, forming two fleets, were more than enough to put them in a defensive posture during the intergalactic war.

It can at least hold back some of the demon starships from their orbital bombardment of Draenor.

However, Diakum's orders to them were to preserve their strength as much as possible, to maneuver around the demons in the Star Sea, and not to fight a losing battle. The enemy had sent three hundred demon hunter ships, and they were about to confront them head-on. It was estimated that the Restoration Army's fleet would be wiped out in one wave.

The vigilant fleet stalled for time while waiting for reinforcements.

As for where the support came from.
"The Order of the Empire's fleet has already set sail! But our Draenor world is too remote; it will take them time to get here."

The Astral Consortium's trading post, which was based in Draenor, quickly sent a message. The ethereal captain said in a very annoyed tone:
"This area is on the edge of the star route, or even a barren land in the material star sea. The surrounding area consists of star systems that have been newly formed in the past tens of thousands of years. There are very few civilized worlds, no systematic star sea power, and the overall energy level is also very low."

There's practically no profit to be made.

In any case, Colonel Amir's message is that this world needs to hold on, and the two combat fleets of the Order of the States will arrive as soon as possible.

In addition, several node princes have promised to send fleets, but I mean, take their promises with a grain of salt; this war is clearly not going to be very profitable for them.

The Astral Consortium's primary objective is to make money. Reaching the level of a Node Prince, profit-seeking is their survival instinct; they won't engage in unprofitable ventures.

"Oh? You're still planning to make money at a time like this?"

Diakum was truly exasperated with these "Stargazer goblins," and he complained:
"Back in Kalecgos, your node princes told me with fawning eyes that all the ethereal beings would do their utmost to support me whenever I needed it."

"Look at what you're saying, can you really trust what those big businessmen say?"

Captain Xu Ling sighed and said:
"They've already shown you a lot by completely severing business ties with the Burning Legion because of your kindness! You want their money, and to be honest, the fact that they've tolerated the losses and kept their promises is already a tangible reward from those node princes."

Otherwise, you'd most likely see a salvage fleet following closely behind this demonic fleet, ready to plunder the battlefield.

"You guys have gone too far!"

General Jaid, commander of the Krokun Legion and a close friend of Diakum, shouted:

"Does doing business with the Burning Legion make money, but not trading with our Eredar Star Clan? You know we are about to reclaim our homeworld, Argus, and when the stars shine upon it once more."
and many more! "

Jaid suddenly stopped talking.

The cunning cavalry commander stroked his chin, looking at the expectant captain before him.

He realized what was going on.

He realized that this guy hadn't come all this way to deliver the regretful news that the Astral Consortium couldn't participate in the war; he had come with the mission of "doing business."

Jaid glanced at Dick, who nodded at him, and then General Eredar said in a deep voice:

"What if we entrust the entire reconstruction of Argus to the Astral Consortium?"

"Well, that's a big deal. Since it's business, we need to have the attitude of negotiating business."

Captain Xu Ling rubbed his hands together and said loudly:
“The Eredar are ‘star nobles,’ and you are naturally important partners of the Astral Consortium. With such a large order, it is only natural for the combat fleet of the Astral Consortium’s armed forces to protect the interests and personal safety of ‘high-net-worth clients.’”

"Horse riding!"

The guards were so annoyed by the behavior of these ethereal beings that they all cursed.

But he flicked his tail and said coldly to the ethereal captain before him:

“Go back immediately and tell your node princes that not only can the reconstruction of Argus be contracted to them, but I can even grant them a trade license for the Holy Light Universe! The Holy Light Mother Zera and the two archbishops of the Holy Light Legion are currently at the Karabor Temple, and they have the authority to approve this hateful monopoly trade.”

Therefore, send your fleet over here as fast as possible!
"Defend Draenor and Azeroth from being overrun by the demonic fleet, and then we'll talk about these big deals."

"Ah, your generosity is as magnificent and great as the sun! You are the eternal friend and most honored customer of the spirits."

Captain Void boasted obsequiously, then immediately turned and vanished as if in a flash. It was clear that Void's reinforcements would arrive on the battlefield in a few days.

After dealing with the infuriating ethereal beings, Jaid, leaning on his battle sword, said to Diakum:
"I'm going to the starship."

As the next High Principality of the Krokun clan, appointed by Father Hatton, I must stay with my people. Rest assured, Dick, as long as the fleet stands, I will not cease fighting!
The ground is now in your hands.

"Don't take any overly risky tactics, my brother, and don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Dick hugged Jaid and patted the general on the shoulder, saying:
"Your fleet is still reserved for landing at Krokuun. You know, our birthplace has been waiting for us for over 20,000 years amidst the fel energy rampage. We are already very close to it."

“I dream of returning to the grasslands of my hometown. When I left, I buried a keepsake under my hunter’s hut that I could not take with me. I left a part of myself forever in the hometown that we long for.”

Demons ravaged our land for over 20,000 years, but that resilient land never gave up, just like the true Krokun people who never surrendered!
I will definitely go back there, even if I have to crawl back!

Jaid said loudly.

He bid farewell to Diakum, then strode out of the Temple of Karabor and boarded a landing pod to head to a temporary starport in the sea of ​​stars. Meanwhile, the entire world of Draenor had been mobilized.

The good news is that the Eredar will take the lead in this war.

The alliance of several clans brought the Restoration Army's fighting force to over 300,000, a number exceeding the size of the original warring tribes.

With the formidable Eredar holding off the demonic landing forces at the front, the other races of the K'ure Alliance could finally catch their breath. As the war commander of the K'ure Alliance, Diakum's orders were to have them defend and protect their respective territories.

This order was also very popular.

Whether they are Mag'har orcs or Arakkoa, warriors always display an even more fervent will to fight when defending their respective territories.

But before the demons officially landed and began the ground war, Diakum and the other leaders had one last thing to do.

He rode the Wings of the Sun to Shattrath City, where the other leaders of the K'uree Alliance were already waiting, bringing with them the World Ring, which had been a symbol of victory.

Times have changed, and these world rings that could provide a powerful boost to combat strength are no longer relevant to today's unpredictable and ever-changing war situation.

The ring that can enhance a warrior to the level of a demigod is indeed powerful, but against Sachiel's rampage and destruction, a demigod alone cannot protect this small but equally glorious world.

Fortunately, the former vigilante now possesses enough power to bestow his blessing upon these precious rings.

"He's here! The Watchers are here!"

Head of State Margok called out.

Beneath the rebuilt Holy Light Dome of Shattrath City, the "Giant of Light" Diakum strode in, and all the warriors and leaders wearing the main and secondary rings looked at him with reverence from their respective factions.

The orcs' nominal leader, the blind Drek'Thar, held the Mag'har banner, with the silent and powerful Black Pawns behind him.

Durotan, his wife Draka, their daughter Gayala, along with Lightforged Garrosh, One-Eyed Yorin, and Griselda Blackhand, who calls himself the High Warchief of Mag'har, were all there.

The two sword saints also leaned on their swords and carried battle banners, and Garona even bowed respectfully to her grandfather.

These legendary orc or half-orc figures were full of confidence and eager for battle.

After the war in Azeroth, Mag'har has long been reborn from the ashes. Today, the orcs are moving from a clan civilization to a unified one. Perhaps they need this war to further temper their dedication to unity and tradition.

The Lightforged King and his daughter on the Arakkoa side also wore precious rings, and they did not participate in much conflict but devoted themselves to rebuilding their own civilization.

The Sun Sage and the Ravenclaw Priests held the Book of Light and Shadow. The two branches of power of the Ravenclaws perfectly matched Diakum's path of the twins of light and shadow, which allowed the Ravenclaws to receive the blessing and enhancement of power in a quiet and unassuming way.

Once Anzu's wife, Rukhma, is resurrected, they will once again possess the symbols of sun and night, symbols that perfectly align with Diakum's twin nature. Furthermore, once the Vigilant achieves godhood, through his duality of light and shadow and the unique symbolism of the Arakkoa's dual gods, the Arakkoa civilization will be qualified to call themselves "Children of Light and Shadow," instantly undergoing a complete transformation in their racial status.

It's like extending your family tree to Qin Shi Huang.
That's the advantage of having a powerful backer.

In the ogre camp, Marco Polo, now an arcane master, was smug and self-satisfied.

It is very proud, and it has every reason to be proud.

Because among the ogre's ranks stood Rexxar and the hunters and druids of the Mok'Nathal clan.

Clearly, Margok successfully used his superb "diplomatic skills" to bring the Mok'Nathal clan back into the ogre's fold. Rexxar even accepted the title and honor bestowed upon him by Margok as "Grand Duke of the Hunt." Although not all Mok'Nathal orcs are currently willing to join the Goria Empire, Margok is confident that he can use the Mok'Nathal people as a perfect model to reshape the empire's civilization in the future.

It has no intention of expanding its territory.

Or rather, they have no intention of expanding their territory in Draenor.

It's not that it has lost its ambition, but that it knows the existence of the Kourei Alliance does not allow it to start a civil war in the world. Fortunately, once the transformation of Highmaul is completed, the entire Starsea will open its arms to the ogres.

Let whoever wants this tiny Draenor have it; its journey in Margok is to the stars!
The Draenei clan is naturally represented by Yrel, his great-uncle, Noboton, Lyran, and Iredas – the "Five Little Strong Ones." It's no exaggeration to say that Diakum "watched these five grow up."

He had complete confidence in them.

He confirmed that Yrel was capable of leading the Draenei clan well, and that the future rulers of Argus would be chosen from the remaining four.

This was a "privilege" of the Draenei clan, and it was also recognized by other clans.

The Eredar have already established themselves in various parts of the planetary world. Returning to their homeland does not mean they will abandon their current planetary home. Perhaps in the future, the Eredar of Argus will also become a "clan".

But no matter what, my hometown is no longer just a dream.

The forest spirits remained silent as always.

Nalegar, the father of Everlasting, was busy building the World Tree Tayara and the Emerald Dream, so he only sent a forest avatar to participate in this "Blessing of Power" ceremony.

Because of their unique "symbiotic thinking," the Lin Jingmo only needs one World Ring for the entire race to enjoy the amplification, which is incredibly convenient.

Surprisingly, the tigers who were previously unable to get a place on Draenor can now stand here openly.

King of Blades, Goldenmane, swung his tail triumphantly. A gleaming ring adorned his claws; though merely a secondary ring, it was enough to demonstrate that he and his clan had successfully secured their place on the Draenor stage.

"Everyone."

Diakum could clearly hear the roars of those demonic warships in the sea of ​​stars from beyond the world.

His vast mental capacity allowed him to clearly perceive the starships lined up in the planet's orbit, preparing to bombard the ground. He knew that Sachil had come with a "determined intent to kill."

He knew that this war would directly determine many, many things.

Diakum's consciousness split in two, and his vision transformed into two distinct perspectives at that moment.

One of him was issuing a declaration of war from the Holy Light Dome in Shattrath City, while the other had already merged into the star of this galaxy, summoning the burning sun to gather the energy from the corona with a thought.

He could sense Sachir's roar and immediately order the starships in orbit around those planets to retreat!

But it's too late.

When Diakum wielded the power of the stars, unleashing deadly "sun arrows" at the starships as if playing an FPS game, countless demons could only let out terrified screams.

They will merge into the sun's fire in despair.

They hadn't fought the Holy Light Butcher for so long that they couldn't realize how much power Diakum had grown.
Do you think a mere three hundred starships can destroy Draenor under Diakum's protection?
Sachir
Do you really know what kind of force you are fighting?

Violent explosions erupted in Draenor's orbit, and one demonic starship after another burst into flames amidst a barrage of Sun Arrows.

The Burning Legion's weapons of war were no more durable than children's toys under the blazing power of the star sea. Sachiel was already gritting his teeth and glaring at the enemy. Meanwhile, in the temporary starport, General Jaid, who was sitting in the command seat for the first time, slapped the armrest and laughed heartily.

The Eredar in the starry sea were as shocked as the demons, but then they erupted in thunderous cheers.

The legend is true!
The Vigilant has become the embodiment of the sun, wielding the radiance of ten thousand suns! He will become the sun god of holy light in this era! No fleet can approach that world under the protection of Saint Diakm.
These stupid demons want to play the orbital bombing trick, and those burning debris crashing into the world's atmosphere will be their fate!
The majesty of the gods must not be profaned!

Ha, demons! For over 20,000 years, you roamed freely under Sargeras's protection. Back then, we could only fight against your evil invasion with an iron will.

But now that the People of Light have their own gods, I hope you also have the same iron will as us.

Against the backdrop of the burning "meteor" falling into the Zangarmarsh in Nashattrath, Diakum raised his hand, letting the light from the High Heavens shine on the World Rings held aloft by the leaders of Draenor.

He said loudly:

"You will embark on the path to heaven! In this war to defend the world, the High Heaven will protect you and grant you boundless power. All demons who die by the blade will be burned to ashes."

Fight.

Fight until the gates of heaven open for you!
Or, let your enemies be dragged into an endless abyss, and you will live forever in the shadow of the sun.

"For Draenor!"

Lightforged Garrosh raised his Bloodhowl Battle Axe and shouted, and then the shouts echoed throughout the City of Unity.

A black giant is crashing into Draenor from beyond the sea of ​​stars. After realizing that its fleet is unable to get close to the target, Sachiel decisively uses its trump card.

That was the arrival of the Fallen Titans.

As He approached Draenor, all the branches of the World Tree Tayara turned toward the sky at that moment.

Really sorry.

It wasn't Aggramar who came.

But it doesn't matter, the Titans all deserve to die!

The world's will for revenge was thus activated. As the leaders rushed out of the hall, sensing the world's roar, they saw the black giant standing on two feet on the Zangarmarsh, holding a black disc in his hand, about to unleash a world-destroying spell upon this ridiculous world.

"He's coming."

Diakum faced the apocalyptic winds, rapidly expanding his body as he advanced with Ashbringer in hand, transforming himself into a towering giant amidst the solar eruption, dragging his blade of light as he charged toward the world-destroying lord.

Behind him, the warriors of Draenor also raised their weapons.

They saw the fel portal opened in the sky, and they saw demons rushing out of it, but they were not afraid.

It's just a demon; I've killed them before.

"The insect egg I brought back."

Margok activated the World Ring, a ring of interwoven light and shadow, feeling his power constantly increasing. Amidst the world's vengeful cry, he spoke to the Father of Everbloom:

"Hatch it! They may not make it to this battle, but the flesh and blood of demons can nourish them. In the final battle, the creatures of Draenor will also be herding insects—that is the call of the great cycle!"

Ah, the beings of this world do not yet know what this term means, but they will know in the future.

One day, the lives of Draenor will sing my praises for bringing the Swarm back to them; one day, the whole world will hail me as a 'saint'! Ah, I, Margok, am finally better.

(End of this chapter)