Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 652, Section 20: Sachiel's End - Without a Guide, One Will Surely Be Lost

The battle in the sky had reached a fever pitch as Diakum grabbed the sun and used it as a "warhammer" to smash the Devourer of Worlds, but the conflict on the ground had not stopped for a moment either.

As the old saying goes, every god has his adversaries, and every human has his own wars.

Although the sudden appearance of the Devourers of Worlds forced both the demon fleet and the Restoration fleet to retreat from the star system via warp, the fel rifts that had been opened throughout Draenor did not stop operating.

The demons of the Burning Legion, excited by entering their familiar and beloved mode of warfare, burst forth from the rifts, unleashing a frenzied Waaagh of fel energy across every region of Draenor.

This was originally part of the war preparations of the Draenor inhabitants, so even though the planet could be destroyed at any time by the aftermath of the "Outer Space War," the K'uree Alliance and the Eredar did not stop fighting.

However, as the fighting progressed, both sides became aware of the entry of a "third party."

The forces of the void have also appeared!

To be precise, it was the group of Voidwalkers under Dimensius's command.

It was very similar to the scene in the Battle of Kalecgos, where Dimensius, under pressure from Diakum in the Star Sea, continuously released his Void Phantom Energy, which directly caused Void Rifts to open in the calamistic world of Draenor.

The endless stream of Voidwalkers felt the call of the gods, and they rushed into the material world in droves, wanting to emulate their gods and devour this world.

So many Voidwalkers are flooding into a real plane like a black tide in a sea of ​​lightless darkness. Unless it's an absurd world like Azeroth, other planets will have a hard time resisting them. Perhaps Draenor will soon become the second Kalecgos.

But when the Voidwalkers happily fought their way out of the Void Rift, ready to wipe out all the flesh and blood here, what came into their view was a group of Legion demons drawing their knives and fighting the locals.

The demons of the fel faction were also bewildered by the sudden appearance of these voidwalkers.

what happened?

How can there still be Void lackeys daring to appear so brazenly on your Demon Lord's battlefield?

Don't you weak energy beings know that the demon lords followed the Dark Titans and formed the Burning Legion with the sole purpose of killing you?
good good!
Since we're already here, let's not leave. Let's happily start this three-way free-for-all!

The more people there are, the more excited we demons get!

So, to the astonishment of the Draenor natives, the demons who had initially swarmed to strangle them actually split up and went to attack the Voidwalkers.

The two sides fought fiercely, and the intensity of their battle even surpassed the fighting between demons and mortals in a very short time.

Dimensius clearly felt immense pressure from the Vigilant in its Ancient Fury state in the outer heavens, causing the Void Energy of the Devourer of All Realms to be continuously released, resulting in an increasing number of Voidwalkers, and even some other Void creatures from other races began to "take advantage of the chaos".

The demons were actually outnumbered.

Can this be tolerated?
If the demons were to lose against mortals, they might retreat, since the Butcher of Light and the Void Lord are still fighting above their heads.

But now we are fighting against the forces of the void!
If they dare to retreat openly, all the demon commanders will be sent to the Legion's Inquisition.

No choice.

Let's continue to send reinforcements.

As a result, more fel rifts were opened in Draenor, and more demons emerged from the Twisting Nether, engaging in fierce battles with the Void forces across almost every part of Draenor in a very short time.

The locals of Draenor, who were originally meant to "defend their homeland and protect their country," were instead ostracized from the battlefield.

Oh, that's not entirely accurate either.

After all, whether it's a demon or a void creature, when they fight, they attack all creatures on the battlefield together, regardless of who you are.

Therefore, the warriors of Draenor, facing pressure from both sides, quickly made a very cunning decision.

They withdrew to their respective cities and defense zones. Don't you demons and void monsters like to fight?

Then make way for you to fight!

It would be best if they both punched each other in the head, saving us the trouble of cleaning it up slowly.

However, this "avoidance of war" strategy is clearly just a temporary measure. Now, a great demon and the Void warrior Krahith have appeared on the battlefield, and the intensity of the war between the two sides is escalating. If this continues, the Draenors will definitely be dragged into this bottomless pit of "bloody battle in the abyss".

Moreover, the war between lesser gods didn't just take place in the heavens.
Even in the ruins of the utterly destroyed continent of Gorgrond, the war between Lord Argus and the Fallen Norgannon is far from over.

What the hell have we Draenor people done to deserve this?
Four different minor gods from different factions are fighting here. Do they really think we're a great world like Azeroth?
"This world is on the verge of collapse."

In the Elemental Throne of Nagrand, surrounded by the elemental tides formed by the boiling Skysong Lake, the legendary orc shaman Grandmother Gaiaan is praying to the elements of the world for help.

However, the four elements of Draenor are not the elemental lords of Azeroth. Their limited strength is of no use on this completely out-of-control battlefield. They can only do their best to protect each city at the summons of shamans in various places.

However, the elemental monarchs are ultimately strongly connected to the world itself, so in Gaia's prophetic prayers, the elements painstakingly conveyed a tragic future to her.

Regardless of the outcome of the extraterrestrial war, the sun in the star system that contains Draenor will be extinguished.

This means that the world will be the first to experience the "darkest night." What will become of a world without the sun?

The elements tried their best to project that possible future into Gaia Anzong's mind, nearly scaring the old orc to death.

The Nagrand plains will be covered in frost and wither completely, the temperature of the entire world will drop to a level that would freeze the Clefthoof cattle to death, the elements will be in complete chaos, and the entire world's ecosystem will be utterly destroyed.

Everyone will freeze to death on the first night the sun goes out, and that will only be the beginning of the disaster. When the World Tree Tayara also dies completely without the protection of sunlight, Draenor will become just another desolate kingdom in the sea of ​​stars.

But the elements didn't just intimidate the beastmen; they offered solutions.

The orcs must reach the Eredar city before the sun completely dies out.

There are Naaru there who can continue to provide them with light and heat for a period of time after the sun goes out, but this obviously cannot last long, so the beings of Draenor must find a way before the "mass extinction" comes completely.

However, there is a war going on outside!

Both demons and void creatures are frantically increasing their troops in this world. No matter how well the people of Draenor prepare for war, there are clearly no other options under these circumstances.

People who are the main actors in a war cannot be conjured up out of thin air!

Gaia Anzong's mother sighed.

She knew that the four elements had done their best, and she could not ask for more unreasonably.

As she rose from the Elemental Throne with Agna's help, she heard the roar of demons. A fel rift opened in the grass not far from Galadar, but before the demons could finish their destruction, the one-eyed orc Yolin, wielding the Reverse Wind Reaper's Scythe, unleashed sulfurous fire and led the warriors and shamans to annihilate the fel thugs.

This made the old shaman rub her forehead. She looked up at the sky, where the sun and its rays flickered across the dark firmament, making her dizzy.

That was a battle between gods; it's understandable that mortals couldn't comprehend it.

"We must break through as soon as possible and head to Shattrath City."

The old matriarch said to the shaman Agna beside her:
"Don't alert anyone else. Go find Gaiara. She should have heard the elemental warning too. She knows why she's doing this. Go, child."

Gaia Anzong's mother drove away her granddaughter disciple and left her alone on the Elemental Throne.

She seemed to be waiting for something.

A moment later, amidst a low howl of wolves, the one-armed mountain guardian of Worshugu, riding a black ghost wolf, quietly appeared at the edge of the Elemental Throne.

The warhammer in this man's hand was still dripping with demon blood. He gasped for breath and said to the old matriarch:

"A Pit Lord was slain by the Void monster Krahis near Mount Worshugu. Its foul-smelling demonic blood will pollute our sacred ground, and we may need to send a shaman to purify the mountain. Also, the Black Wolf God has sent a message."

The mountain guardian glanced at Gaia Anzong's mother and said in a hoarse voice:
"The exiles are rushing back to their homeland to help fight, but they need permission from their leaders to set foot on this land."

I'm not pleading for them. After this battle, they'll still have to leave Draenor and continue their exile in the stars until they die in this endless wandering. But with war raging in their homeland, perhaps we should accept their help?

Upon hearing this request, Mother Gaiaan sighed and asked:
"Could they bring back a 'sun' along the way?"

"This"

"So, don't let them come, don't let them come back to die! If Draenor doesn't survive today, then the story of the orcs and this world must be remembered and passed down."

The orc grandmother patted her back, then straightened up and said loudly:

"Let Kargath and those green-skinned orcs tell every traveler in the Star Sea who inquires about the end of the Mag'har civilization, tell those people!"
The orcs did not stop fighting until the very last moment.

We fought to the very last moment, with our world, with our allies, and with our gods! ——————

"Cough."

Painful coughs and weak gasps echoed through the ruins of the city square of the Karabor Temple. Amidst the thick layer of swirling ashes, Sacher leaned against the mostly melted armor of the Antarn demon, awaiting his death.

The Sculptors may never have been in such a sorry state more than 20,000 years ago.

But even as it endured the pain, it still raised its head.

It's as if it's looking out at this "war of the gods" that it itself started. Perhaps it won't be willing to die a miserable death before this war ends.

Footsteps echoed through the ruins, but Sachir did not turn around.

It wasn't until the exhausted Velen and Lady Verara crossed the melting earth and approached that the two leaders saw the desolation of Sachir.

It's not that it doesn't want to get up.

Instead, a spear of holy light pierced its body and pinned it to the ground.

The smooth, sculpted chains bound him into a pitiful prisoner, both his legs severed, and even the skull that Sachil always kept close at hand was mercilessly cleaved in two by the sharp blade.

That was its most beloved thing, but it had become old Ghani's favorite. Unfortunately, the God of Trash Cannons was not strong enough to cross the world to come to the battlefield to pick up trash.

"Dick didn't kill you? That's strange."

Ms. Vera, leaning on her staff, scolded:

Is this his way of treating the "old dean" kindly?

"Diackm is not incapable of killing it."

Viren shook his head, saying, "I know more from Dick."
“Sachir didn’t just embrace fel energy. If you’ve ever fought against the creations of death, Verara, you know that killing them only sends them back to the Shadowlands. The Shaper isn’t just a servant of fel energy; it’s a ‘close friend’ of death.”

It serves both the Dark Titans and the eternal ones of death.

This hidden truth, known only to a few, made Ms. Verara's eyes widen. She looked at Sachiel in disbelief, finding it hard to believe that the mighty Demon Lord who shook the starry seas was actually a "death spy."

This astonishment was sensed by Sachil, and the Shaper let out a painful laugh, saying:

"Is there anything surprising about this? My student, it seems that even after more than 20,000 years, you still know nothing about 'possibility'."

Diakum is amazing!

He defeated me in just a few minutes before heading to the stars to fight Dimensius. I had prepared many spells, but that damned Dark Heart is almost the 'natural enemy' of all spellcasters.

Seven shots!
Seven Death Finger shots failed to harm him at all; he's a monster.

But that's okay.

It was just a failure; it can't stop me from moving forward.

I'm about to 'set off'.

Whether Diakum wins or loses, I will set off with him to that realm where no living person can set foot; perhaps I can become his 'guide'.”

"what are you talking about!"

Ms. Vera bent down and grabbed Sachs by the collar.

She roared:
"At this point, can't you just tell us what you're doing?"

"Hehe, no, they're watching."

Sachir joked:
"Unless you use your own mind to combine everything you see and piece together the truth, don't expect to get the conclusions you want from other people's fragments of information. I taught you that arcanists should not be blinded by illusions; what we seek is the truth."

If you really can't think of anything, then just wait patiently!

You'll get the answer when he returns to the Sea of ​​Matter. Of course, that depends on whether you know what Diakum is planning.
So, as his 'ally,' Verara, my not-so-good student, do you know the Vigilant's ideals?

"Ignite the sun?"

Vera replied, and then received a glare from Sachir.

Just like those scenes where students are scorned by their tutors for answering questions incorrectly, Sachir didn't even bother to talk to its mediocre student. It turned its head with difficulty and said to Velen:
"That fleet... I took all the lords of Man'ari who could still be saved with me. They can't return to the Legion. As their leader, I colluded with the Void. Once Kil'jaeden also falls in battle, not only the Dark Titans, but even the other demons in the Legion won't let them go."
They had nowhere to go.

But I think that since the Eredar have already split into so many clans, one more 'Repentant' clan won't make much of a difference.

I've observed the Illidari for many years. I've had many opportunities to wipe them out, but I didn't. The Eredar will have their own 'Demon Hunters,' provided they get the chance."

"It's no use telling me this."

Velen unusually refused:

“I can’t make a decision on this matter.”

"Oh, so you saw your future? And chose to embrace that future?"

Sachir laughed heartily.

The laughter aggravated the wound, causing it to grimace in pain.

It trembled and said:

"That's wonderful. You've decided to reserve your last bit of tenderness for your brother. I'm truly happy for Kil'jaeden. I'll bless you both from the other side. Leave now, and let me quietly finish this heinous life of mine."

The forgers will die, and you will achieve a glorious victory.

Stop bothering me.

Let me quietly watch my most outstanding 'disciple' perform his final act before ascending to godhood.

"Ah."

Viren nodded and turned to leave.

But Ms. Vera was still pondering the question when she asked:
"If you consider yourself a mentor, you should tell me the answer, instead of leaving me to guess with the little time I have left."

"Well, you've admitted your stupidity and asked a wise man for an answer; I suppose that's a kind of progress."

Sachs sighed and said:

"Dick must cool the Holy Light, uphold Arcane, suppress Fel, venture into the Void, inspire life, and punish death! This is a necessary journey, and we have packed our bags, prepared our clothes, and left behind a glimmer of hope, about to embark on the final leg of this cycle."

All he needed to do was set off.

I brought him the last supplies he needed before setting off.
Look at your stupid expression, Vera. You can't understand the relationship between him and the Devourer of All Realms, can you?
Just as you can't truly understand the meaning of 'twin light and shadow', you can't understand the principle that 'there must be darkness before dawn'.

Without shadows, the existence of light would be meaningless.

That's it.

Don't let your brain get bogged down in such complicated problems, go play your arcane magic.

But you must remember this.

Truth isn't something that only exists in arcane arts.

It closed its eyes, driving away Ms. Vera, who was still full of questions.

As the latter left, Sachs reminded him:

"One day, you and they will all come to 'see' me. If you are still so unimproved by then, don't blame your mentor for being ruthless."

(End of this chapter)