Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 663, Section 31: The Restoration Army of Argus (crossed out) Draenor! Embarking on the Journey!

Irelia and Marad were resurrected just before the six-hour deadline.

But this time the Lightforged don't need to fight the guards of the Death Realm for them. This is probably because Oribos is in chaos, and the four covenants have all received the news. Faced with such a major event as the Eternal Arbiter being attacked and shut down, they simply don't have time to worry about something as trivial as someone violating the laws of destiny and "coming back from the dead."

When Yrel recounted how they had witnessed the Vigilantes descend upon the Shadowlands in a "magnificent" manner and wreak havoc on the destiny there, the commanders of the Lightforged Chapter immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Archbishop Nelly, who had rushed over, relaxed her furrowed brow.

However, the twins clearly gleaned some unknown detail from Yrel's description. While Marad was surrounded by the Lightforged and questioned about the Vigilant's current situation, Saloras pulled Yrel aside.

She whispered:
"You just said that Commander Diakum is surrounded by both 'light' and 'shadow'?"

"Yes Yes."

Irelia nodded frantically.

She actually wanted to ask that question just now too.

But time was running out, so she had to choose between special powers and personal feelings, and Little Hoof didn't hesitate to choose to be a "gossip girl".

However, Irele felt that even if she asked different questions, Commander Dick would most likely not tell her.

After all, those special effects with light and shadow were a bit too "cool," and it was clearly not the kind of profound knowledge that a legendary paladin like her should know.

She recalled carefully and described it to Saloras in detail:
"In the spirit of the vigilant, light and shadow each make up about half. But it's not a fixed black and white division. When his left arm is shrouded in light, his right leg will definitely be in shadow, and if his eyes are covered by shadow, then his hands will definitely be shining."

The light and shadow seemed to have their own consciousness, 'flowing' within his body.

I can't understand their patterns, but I can definitely feel a kind of 'rhythm' in them. It's definitely not just randomly arranged. What I mean is, Commander Dick has definitely made a new breakthrough in the doctrine of Holy Light.

Even when light and shadow coexist, they don't feel abrupt or disjointed; on the contrary, they are harmonious.

As if we were one.

"Yes, that is the advanced path of the twins of light and shadow. The Vigilant once described that form to us, saying that it is the most harmonious and perfect symbiotic form of light and shadow."

It seems he has truly completed this obscure theological study and has obtained the supreme mystery of the symbiosis of light and shadow from it.

Saloras was finally able to put her last worry to rest.

She touched her still slightly bruised face and said softly:
"Commander Diakum has indeed ascended the path to godhood, and everything is progressing according to his plan. Unfortunately, our actions in the material world have clearly gone somewhat beyond the plan."

"High Archbishop, Lady Aegwynn is back!"

Yura burst into the resurrection ceremony, shouting to Archbishop Neli, who was holding a spear and praying to the moon goddess:
"She's not in good condition, but she was still taken aback by what's happening here. She's talking to the leaders and is planning to take us to Azeroth to help."

"But the Dark Portal is destroyed."

Captain Faria sighed and said:

"Although we have temporarily survived the war, our own losses are not small."

"fine."

Yura waved his hand and said:

"Doesn't Lady Aegwynn have that staff? She's discussing with Lady Verara about teleporting an entire planet into the Azeroth region at once. I've heard you all talk about how amazing it is over there, but when I finally went, I only got to the Silithus desert and haven't even seen any other places yet."

After this war, I'm definitely going to spend a few years exploring Azeroth.

"Let's wait until we can survive this war first, if everyone can survive."

Nelly shook her head, stood up, patted Yura on the shoulder, and said:

"Gather all the Silvermoon Rangers and priests who worship Lady Elune. I need to complete the 'Black Moon Ritual' before we head to Azeroth."

"Ah! No!"

Irelia gasped in surprise.

She rushed over and hugged Archbishop Nelly, screaming:
“You are a gentle lady who could be my mother! Please don’t become the God of War of the Night, you will die! The miracle of the Night Oath cannot happen a second time, and Commander Diakum will not allow you to become the God of War of the Night.”

"We have lost Diakum, a formidable fighting force. If we must go to the more dangerous Azeroth to provide support, then the lack of combat power should be replenished immediately."

Nelly patted Irelia's head and said:
"Do you think I would willingly throw my life away? Don't be silly. I'm just doing this in case. The prophet Velen said he saw me in the future after the restoration of Argus."

I will live until then.

Because of my 'husband,' Lady Elune will be lenient with me. After all, what Diakum is doing now also helps the Moon Goddess, especially when Dick is not around."

Nelly glanced at the guardian statues standing outside the temple, took a deep breath, and said:

"It is my turn to take over his duty and obligation to protect the people."

On the other side, a very tired Aegwynn leaned on the Staff of Sargeras, wrapping her clothes tighter around herself as she talked with her companions.

Despite Xalatas transforming into the sun and radiating light and heat, the average temperature in Draenor at this time is still around minus ten degrees Celsius.

Previously, only Frostfire Ridge maintained this temperature, but now the entire Draenor is like this.

"Without a doubt, you need a real sun."

Aegwynn said to Ms. Verara beside her:

“Azeroth is not stingy in sharing the same sun with you, and you must be sent there immediately, otherwise, the mass extinction of Draenor will be a foregone conclusion.”

"I don't doubt your generosity, I just doubt whether you can keep going?"

Vera whispered:

“You’ve already exhausted too much energy sending Admiral Sphrax’s fleet to the vicinity of the stargate, and this time you’re going to move a planet to the other side of the star sea. To be honest, even Sargeras would have a hard time with this job, and you’re just a powerful but exhausted mortal.”

You are trying to accomplish something only God could do.

"But my world needs you."

Aegwynn gripped the Heart of Azeroth tightly in her hand, and said:

"I may not be as selfless and powerful as Diakum, but I have my own principles and strength. Don't worry about whether I can hold on; let the planet prepare, and I will get you there safely!"
This is my duty, and I must complete it.

Dick had promised me that I would see my child again, and he had gone to where my child was. He was keeping his promise, so I had to do what I had to do.

I want to go back
I will return with all the reinforcements I can find, to confront that demon and the other evil beings.

For me, it's not just about protecting the world.

The Star Soul spokesperson smiled, tossed her hair, and gave Ms. Vera a tired smile, saying:

“If being a good mother requires defeating the Burning Legion once and for all, then I believe I am ready. Let’s do it.” Lady Verara hesitated for a moment, but she realized that Aegwynn’s determination was no joke. So she nodded. While Aegwynn went to find Lord Argus to request His protection for this long-distance interstellar teleportation, Verara also went to the leaders’ meeting to convey this suggestion.

The leaders of the Kouré Alliance are still engaged in difficult discussions, trying to come up with a feasible solution.

The main issue at present is a "debate over policy direction".

They have learned of the Burning Legion's invasion plans. The brotherly world of Draenor, Azeroth, is also under attack by the Burning Legion, and it is conservatively estimated that at least one Fallen Titan will participate in the war there.

If this is the only option available, then the people of Draenor need not hesitate.

Keeping promises is the foundation of the Covenant of K'ure. Even though the Dark Portal has been destroyed, the warriors of Draenor will still find a way to rescue their brothers in Azeroth.

The problem is that Ms. Zela's "Declaration of Holy War of the Sun" gave them a second option.

Should we declare war on the void right now?
This question may sound a bit far-fetched, but there are quite a few Eredar in Draenor at this time, and they are all People of Light, and they have all heard the declaration of holy war.

Especially those true-blue warriors from the Holy Light Legion.

Although Admiral Sphrax led a portion of the fleet to support Azeroth, only to be teleported to the other side of the starry sky by demons, the remaining Warriors of Light were extremely zealous. They kept sending requests to their respective leaders, hoping to participate in the great undertaking of "igniting the sun."

Demons are certainly hateful, but those Void Thieves who try to extinguish the sun are even more despicable!
The Warriors of Light's greatswords were already thirsting for power; they should immediately storm into the Sea of ​​Lightless and teach those fools a lesson in the power of justice with their holy storms. Some more rational Eredar also felt that perhaps it would be more appropriate to begin the holy war against the Void here.

Let's wait until the Dark Portal is repaired before talking about supporting Azeroth.

Even if everyone wanted to help, the two worlds are separated by most of the star system, and it would take at least two months to transport troops there using the entire Restoration Fleet.

Given the scale of the war in Azeroth, it will be too late in two months.

Either the locals defeated the demons and protected the world, or the Supreme Star Soul has been slaughtered.

Amidst this dilemma, Aegwynn's "Battle Moon"—cough cough, the Starship Project—while risky, undoubtedly dispelled the hesitation of the people of Draenor at this moment.

"Then let's go to Azeroth!"

Lightcast Little Roar said loudly:
"The demons have launched a shameless sneak attack on us, and such provocation must be met with the most resolute response! We have the wrathful warriors of a world, we have two fleets of the Restoration Army, and we have a Star Lord like Lord Argus."

We still have the determination and courage to fight to the end!

No matter what kind of devastating war the demons intend to wage on Azeroth, I believe that our participation will turn the tide of the war; this will be a true moment of glory.

"I also agree to go to Azeroth."

Terok, the Claw King who had remained silent until now, surveyed the others with his sharp eyes. This dignified Arakkoa king, adjusting his shimmering feathers, said:
"Our Night Father is trapped in Azeroth, and it is the duty of the Arakkoa to rescue Anzu."

Nargar, the father of the forest spirits, hesitated for a moment before revealing that the World Tree, Tayara, was shaping the Emerald Dream of Draenor. He said:
"Originally, this Emerald Dream required a series of complex jumps to connect with the closed Emerald Dream in Azeroth, but if the planet itself can be close to the neighboring planet, then we and the World Tree Lord can directly attempt to connect the Emerald Dreams of both sides."

In this way, there is no need for fleet transportation.

Warriors from Draenor can travel through the Emerald Dream to any battlefield in Azeroth that needs help, and those in Azeroth who need refuge can also be transferred to Draenor.
Although the environment here is not very suitable for living at present.

Alas, the eternal night's chill only lasted a few hours, yet it wiped out half the world's plants. Draenor's ecological recovery will be a long and arduous process.

"If I had a choice, I wouldn't want to go back to Azeroth, that worst place in the entire galaxy."

Head of State Margok said, both angry and helpless:
"But if you insist on going, I have no objection. After all, in my opinion, it would be suicidal for Draenor to attack the Sea of ​​Darkness alone with its power. If we can become a 'whole' with Azeroth through this kind of celestial coexistence, it will be beneficial to the future development of Draenor."

Although somewhat utilitarian
But this is serving as a lackey to a supreme star soul—it's a true honor! Don't laugh! Countless worlds and civilizations in this star sea would love to kneel before you, but they don't even have the chance.

"Then we're on the same page!"

Velen glanced at the clan high magistrates beside him. They had no objection to the decision. After all, they all knew that the most important part of restoring Argus was the Unifying Field of All Things left by the Titans in Azeroth.

If that world falls, the plan to restore Argus will be thwarted, a result the Eredar Restoration Army cannot accept.

"But those green-skinned ones..."

Drek'Thar, the blind prophet and spiritual leader of the Mag'har orcs, hesitated for a moment and whispered:
"They are also not allowed to set foot on Azeroth's land. Should we take them with us?"

"They committed sins against that world!"

General Jaid said in a deep voice:

"Instead of exiling them to various parts of the starry sea, let's take this opportunity to make them make a real act of atonement. Besides, this is not something we can decide; whether they are willing to do it is another question."

Under the protection of the Black Wolf God, those guys come and go like the wind.

"Then, I'll go ask them."

Drexel nodded and said no more.

Several tens of minutes later, Lord Argus and Aegwynn arrived at the Throne of Elements. As the center of Draenor's energy convergence, this was clearly the most suitable place to release planetary teleportation.

Moreover, the Scepter of Sargeras is extremely forceful when performing such interstellar teleportation. Throughout the entire teleportation process, Lord Argus needs to use the Hammer of Khaz'goroth to protect the world's celestial bodies from being crushed by the immense pressure, while also using the Tide Stones to stabilize the balance of Draenor's seas and skies.

The World Tree Tayara also needs to insert each of its roots into various parts of the planet, acting like an "adhesive" to ensure that the world itself does not suffer serious problems during violent teleportation.

"The distance is too great and the mass to be teleported is too large. I cannot send Draenor to the correct location in one go; doing so would increase the risk to an uncontrollable level. The power of this world also needs some time to redeploy, and the construction of the Emerald Dream of the Tree of Tayara will also take time."

Therefore, we can take a gentler approach.

Aegwynn bowed humbly to Lord Argus and the surrounding elemental lords, offering his instructions:
"Initial estimates suggest that it may take four to five teleportations to get Draenor into the Azeroth region. I will need to rest during this time, so the entire teleportation process will take five to seven days."

"If any other world were to face a demonic invasion of this scale, making them hold out for seven days would be tantamount to sending them to their deaths, but Azeroth, ah, I have great faith in that absurd world."

Ms. Verara, acting as the spellcaster's assistant, whispered:
"They can hold onto their world forever, so go at your own pace."

"Ah."

Aegwynn stepped forward.

With the blessing of the four weak elements upon this world, she plunged the Scepter of Sargeras into the core standing rock of the Elemental Throne.

This weapon from the Dark Titan probably never imagined that one day it would have to shoulder such a "rescue mission." Thankfully, it can't speak, otherwise, people would be furious about how Aegwynn is using it.

After a short preparation, the first teleportation was initiated.

A terrifying spatial rift, like a gigantic black maw, burst forth from nowhere, engulfing Draenor and its fleet in orbit with black, tearing lightning, before departing from this now-dead frontier system with a deafening roar.

There is no sun, no life, no hope here.

Only the wreckage of a great battle remains, with countless fragments of starships scattered in this cold, desolate place, where no visitors will come for countless years to come.

May they rest in peace in this cemetery where they will never come back to life.

(End of this chapter)