Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 662, Section 30: A movable planet + green-skinned orcs + immense destructive power = ?

In the strange "intervals" that exist like a vast ocean between the various underworld kingdoms of the dead world, on a giant rock that had been scattered by the storms of the intervals, Diakum, who had just shattered the Eternal Arbiter with a single kick, sat cross-legged on the rock, while Yrel and Marad were enveloped in his strange light.

The interdimensional space is a dangerous place.

This is the "Land of Chaos," a Shadowlands devoid of divine mandate. It is said that the storm tides of the Interdimensional Realm can blow away all the anima of any soul that carelessly treads here, ultimately causing it to decay and become lost.

In other legends about the Interdimensional Realm, souls that stray into it without any protection are sent to the Maw, that hellish place.

In short, no soul in the Shadowlands dares to casually venture into the Interdimensional Realm for a "physical" journey.

However, such rules obviously cannot work for a powerful soul like Diakum, who can sense that the interdimensional space is actually an "entity" shaped by special disordered energy.

It is much like the "ether" that fills the starry sky in the material star sea, or the fel energy that is everywhere in the distorted void, or the void that is contained in every drop of water in the sea of ​​no light.

This is a rule unique to the world of death.

Clearly, the original beings who created the Shadowlands did not want souls in the material world to move freely between different regions. They created the interdimensional realms to separate the different realms of the Shadowlands, thus ensuring the perfect implementation of the "Order of Heaven".

After all, here, every nation in the interdimensional realm bears a unique responsibility in the world of death; no nation is unnecessary.

"So, you two really came up with a creative idea: to make sure I could safely reach the Shadowlands, you chose to 'self-destruct' in an attempt to exploit a 'resurrection' bug."

Diakum made a sarcastic remark, then raised his hand and summoned light to envelop the trembling souls of Yrel and Marad, allowing them to withstand the storms of the interdimensional realm.

In his other hand, he held the strange "sphere" that he had violently snatched from the arbitrator's chest.

This thing looks very "valuable".

Well, to say it's valuable is an insult to it!

This thing is the core of the Eternal Arbiter. It can be said that the "robot" that Diakum kicked to a standstill existed for this sphere.

This contains the "foundation" of the Shadowlands and is also a component of the "Order of Heaven".

Dick could only hold it, and dared not even delve into it. The Path of Sun and Eclipse that he possessed was incompatible with the Supreme Path of Death within this sphere, and it was hard to say what the consequences would be if he made any casual contact with it.

The good news is that Dick doesn't need to use the power of the "Heart of Arbitration"; all he needs is something hidden within the heart.

If conditions permit, Dick might even return this "heart" to its "owner" at some point in the future.

"How long have you been 'dead'?"

Dick asked another question.

"I don't know. The flow of time in the Shadow Realm is clearly different from that in the material world."

Irelia said weakly and helplessly:

"All Marlaad and I know is that we were taken to Oribos by those blue birdmen. They can fly freely in the interdimensional space. Because our Lightforged Chapter always 'snatches' people from them, they have a very bad attitude towards Marlaad and me."

They called us damned 'thieves'.

They also accused us of bewitching their most loyal sister, causing the most horrific rebellion in the history of Bastion.

However, even though those guys hated us, they didn't torture us.

They were really following the rules; after the verbal attack, they simply followed procedure and kept us in Olipos, cursing us to be punished by the arbitrators and sent to the Maw.”

"Hmm, that's a good thing."

Diakum stroked his chin and said:

"The Kyrians of Bastion are in a state of 'emptiness' after completing their 'Ascension,' and they regard all unnecessary intense emotions as filth. The fact that they can curse you so fiercely shows that the situation in Bastion is really bad."

I ask you, did those Kyrians who caught you have black feathers on their wings?

"Huh? I didn't notice."

Irele shook her head, but her great-uncle was still reliable; he whispered:
"Yes! One of the blue angels wearing a helmet was well hidden, but I still noticed a few dyed feathers at the base of her wings. She had dyed those black feathers white, but the color was clearly different from the other feathers on her wings."

Does that represent some kind of 'transformation'?

"Yes, it is the application of the power of evil. After the Battle of Mardon, I planted a 'seed of doubt' in their loyal saint."

Diakum explained gently:

"But I didn't intend to hurt them. I just wanted the Kyrians, who had abandoned all memories, emotions, and the past and were forced to embrace 'promotion' under the coercion of destiny, to think carefully about whether the 'order of destiny' they had always obeyed was really correct."
Most importantly, even without discussing such grand questions as 'destiny'.

Within the realm of the Fortress of Ascension, is it right for souls deemed 'tainted' to abandon their past in pursuit of the elusive emptiness of the four elements, viewing it as 'pure ascension'?

The vigilant shook his head and said:
"The past shapes the present, and the present lays the foundation for the future. Yet the Gryphons want to abandon the past and mold themselves into a 'pure empty shell' according to the dogma of destiny, so as to better fulfill their responsibilities in the 'order of destiny'."

This is truly inhumane.

"The past cannot be discarded."

Marlad nodded and said:
"Even if we forget our memories, the past still stubbornly exists within us. Without the past, there is no future. Although Iriel and I have not been here for long, we have already become aware of the strange rules of the Land of Death."

Everything here revolves around 'destiny'.

Every individual here has a place in the system of destiny, and they claim it's a blessing, but we find it very abnormal.

"That's what I'm here for."

Dick smiled.

He seemed to be waiting for someone in this dangerous realm. After causing a ruckus in the Eternal City of Oribos, he was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he chatted with Yrel and his great-uncle for a while.

Upon noticing the runes formed by flashes of holy light appearing on their spirits, Diakum knew that the Lightforged of Draenor were "resurrecting" them.

"Six hours are almost up. You have witnessed my safe arrival in the Shadowlands. Take this message back with you."

Dick waved and said:
"As for the material world, I can't interfere for now, but I believe you have the ability to solve any problems you encounter. If you're going to Azeroth to provide support, remember to remind the other warriors to be careful!"

The vigilant emphasized as he reminded them:

"What's happening in Azeroth isn't just the Burning Legion's invasion. Perhaps as the war reaches its climax, the already restless Death faction will also join the battle. Be wary of the dead!"

Irelia also felt the "pulling" from the material world, and in her trance, she could see the twin archbishops personally presiding over the resurrection ceremony.

His own and Marad's "corpses" were placed on the sacred altar, but the Lightforged veterans around them drew their swords and stood ready for battle, as if they were resurrecting not their own brothers-in-arms, but some otherworldly demon.

Witnessing this "resurrection" from a first-person perspective is quite a novel experience. As the pulling force intensified, Irele shouted to Dick:
“We need to bring back more information to reassure people. Surely there are some things we can take back with us? We’ve already come all this way, we can’t let this trip be in vain.”

"Yes, vigilant."

My maternal great-uncle also said:

"Your departure was sudden and unexpected. Many Lightforgers feel uneasy, and I believe the Shadowchas feel the same way. We need some 'oracle.' At least tell us where to go next?"

"But you've all grown up now."

Diakum smiled, waved goodbye, and said:

"You no longer need to be shrouded in the sun to dare to step into the dark lands to fight against evil. This is the final step on the path to godhood, and even after I return, I will remain in the highest heavens."

You must start getting used to life without me by your side from now on.

You must make your own decisions, execute your own strategies, and bear the consequences yourselves. I believe you will be able to complete your respective journeys and demonstrate your respective morality.

But if one absolutely must bring back even a few words…

The Watcher thought for a moment, then said to the two already very faint Lightforged Souls before him:
"Remember this experience of venturing into the Shadowlands, children. This is the last time you will be here."

From this day forward, the gates of the High Heaven will be open to you. Tell the people of light who have been waiting that the blessed doers of good will finally find their peace in the higher heavens, and I will reunite with you in that sunlit land.”

"Don't you have anything to say to Archbishop Nelly and the Twin Archbishops?"

Irelia screamed:

"I went through all that trouble, risking my life to get this explosive insider information! At least reveal a little more!"

"buzz"

As the light faded, the two Lightforged were brought back to the material world.

Diakum grinned, feeling that he hadn't "beaten up" Iriel enough; how come she was getting more and more mischievous?

Almost at the same time the two children returned, Dick also stood up in this stormy interdimensional space, holding the Heart of Arbitration in his hand and looking up. Behind him, amidst the surging winds and clouds, a vast, magnificent, and mysterious Broker Market was riding the waves.

On the stargazing tower atop the city's longship, or "City of the Curtain," the smug Supreme Thief Rafaam waved his fingers wildly, giving orders as if he were the captain of this floating city.

But of course, someone else was in charge of steering the boat.

The vigilante raised his hand and waved, directing the Broker Market ship toward him.

This was no chance encounter; it was a planned "reception." Seeing an old acquaintance in a foreign country is a joyful thing.

Even if that guy is a lunatic, it doesn't matter.

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Aegwynn returned to Draenor.

She used a "fishing operation" to find the "small switch" that allowed the demons to secretly influence Sargeras's Scepter. She then spent some time patching the "system loophole" and used the scepter's extradimensional teleportation to send Admiral Sphrax's lightforged fleet to the vicinity of the nearest stargate.

While the enemy used the Stargate Overload to travel to Azeroth to support the war, Aegwynn used his scepter to return to Draenor to check on the situation there.

After all, Draenor had its Fallen Titans destroyed by the Burning Legion in one fell swoop, which also attracted Dimensius and a group of malevolent Void Lords.

This exaggerated offensive might be barely manageable in Azeroth, but in a small world like Draenor, there's basically nothing they can do but face certain death.

She prayed in her heart that Diakum could work a miracle again, and then sneezed three times the moment she landed, before tightening her clothes around her neck.

Why is this place so cold?
The temperature must be at least minus twenty degrees Celsius, right?
Did I go to the wrong teleportation point and end up in Frostfire Ridge?

That’s not right!

Sargeras's Staff is used with such skill that such a terrible teleportation error is impossible; the landing point is Shadowmoon Valley.
The sudden situation left even a super spellcaster like Aegwynn completely bewildered. Then she blinked and looked carefully. Not far away, the walls of the Karabor Temple still bore the marks of battle. Half of the magnificent walls had collapsed, and the entire city was covered in visible layers of ice and frost. The whole of Shadowmoon Valley was shrouded in such a snowy landscape.

But the climate here should be similar to other areas of Draenor, a typical temperate maritime climate!

How could such an absurd situation of freezing everything in the land be possible?
This suggests that Ms. Aegwynn's geography score must also be perfect, but this doesn't dispel her doubts. The sun in Delano is clearly still there; look at the sky, isn't it...?
and many more!

What is that thing in the sky "guest-starring" as the sun?
Aegwynn looked closely and saw a barefoot rune elf with crystal wings floating in the morning sunlight. The elf was hovering in the sky and seemed to be questioning its existence, but when it noticed Aegwynn's gaze, it turned around and glared at her.

His gaze wasn't exactly friendly; it had a rather provocative "What are you looking at?" vibe.

It's clear that this "Sun Lady" is not in a good mood and is obviously experiencing some kind of unspeakable mental strain.

But this one encounter amused the Star Soul's spokesperson.

Hey, isn't this Miss Xaratas, who's capable of anything except good deeds? Why are you starting to pretend to be the "mortal sun" like Saint Diakum? Should I perform a loyalty dance for you here?

After realizing that the sun of Draenor was dead and that Xalatas was "filling in," Aegwynn didn't need any explanation from the locals to guess what "wonderful" things had happened in Draenor during his absence.

She also understood why Draenor's climate had become so drastic.
Well, considering the terrifying invasion this small world suffered before, it's already quite remarkable that it survived and didn't become an "outer realm".

It's just the sun; once it's gone, it's gone.

Anyway, wherever Diakum is, the People of Light can live even without the sun.

But after learning about Draenor's current situation, Aegwynn narrowed her eyes. She realized that the "cameo" of "Shard of the Sun" Xalatas could not completely solve the problem. The world still needed a selfless sun willing to radiate light and heat for them.

Meanwhile, Azeroth desperately needs reinforcements.
Don't you think it's a coincidence?

A wildly exaggerated yet highly actionable idea popped into Aegwynn's mind: since the Dark Portal was already destroyed, let's just forget about it!

Since the two worlds have become "brotherly allies" in the previous series of wars, why not let me move Draenor to a new location!
Friendships connected by a portal are too fragile; it's better to just move in and become "neighbors."

Given Draenor's size, it could serve as a "large satellite" in Azeroth's orbit. After all, Azeroth already has two moons, so one more wouldn't make a difference.

In this way, the people of this world don't even need to calculate any complicated celestial orbits and landing points. As long as they can send the Draenor planet to the vicinity of Azeroth, the Supreme Star Soul will take over the rest.

Mother Earth always finds a way to relocate Draenor to a place that won't significantly impact Azeroth's ecosystem, while still allowing Draenor to regain its sunshine.

The most wonderful thing is that this planet is filled with warriors who have just defeated the demons.
Kil'jaeden the Conqueror suddenly appeared and did a terrible job to the people of Azeroth, but it's only fair that we, the natives of Azeroth, do something in return for you, the great demon lord.

snort!
Next up, Draenor's "Battle Moon" arrives!
Conqueror, tell me what you're going to use for defense?

(End of this chapter)