Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 69: 24. If we lose Kara, what will we have left? [Updated 27/50]

(Additional update for the "Sakurababy" brothers [2/5])
The Draenei's 20,000-year exile was completed with the help of the Genedar spaceship, which was piloted by three guardian Naaru as it crossed the vast starry sea. Except for Naruk'ure, who had lived with the Eredar for a long time during the Argus period, the other two, Naruk'ara and Deori, were all "enthusiastic and kind people" who participated in the great rescue of Argus.

Because of the death of another guardian, Narulula, and the intense battle situation during the Battle of Argus, these two enthusiastic Naaru were ultimately unable to return to their own ship. However, not only did they not ask the Draenei for compensation, they also resolutely chose to continue protecting the Draenei clan and embarked on an endless road of exile.

During these twenty thousand years, the three Naaru have been like three suns guarding the strong Draenei and shielding them from the malice from the stars. The three Naaru became weak and tired under the wind and rain. Although the Naaru are mythical creatures shaped by the Holy Light, they still get tired.

And during this long exile, they had almost no time to rest properly.

Then at a certain destined moment, the disaster happened.

The first problem to arise was guarding Narukala.

Having served as the energy source for starships for so long that its holy light dimmed, it was then overcome by darkness at some point. In a very short period of time, it transformed from a symbol of holy light into a dark evil creature. Before it lost its mind, it asked Velen to throw it out of the spacecraft to avoid harming the Draenei.

But how could the Draenei give up protecting their friends and family for twenty-five thousand years?
They tried everything to save Kara, but disaster struck.

According to the eyewitness Nari's description, the dark power released by Kara that day almost destroyed the entire Genedar. It was the Prophet Velen and the priests who tried their best to banish the dark creature into the sea of stars, but the damage brought by the dark Kara had already affected the spacecraft itself.

They had to make an emergency landing on the nearest world. The loss of a Naaru caused the Genedar's flight posture to become uncontrollable, and it crashed into the Nagrand grasslands of the Draenor world in a "ground impact" manner, directly shaping the holy mountain Oshu'gun, a gem that the orcs still worship today.

But this was not the end of the disaster.

During the crash of the spaceship, the two Naaru and Velen tried their best to protect the people. Thanks to their efforts, only a few Draenei died in the crash, but the price was that the naaru guarding them was shattered to death on the spot, and K'ure, the old friend of the Eredar, was on the verge of death. Velen also suffered long-term severe damage.

The Draenei wanted to take K'ure away but he refused, fearing that he would suffer the same fate as Kara.

Therefore, the exiles who were sheltered by them could only bid farewell to their best friends with pain and sorrow, and began their new life in this strange world in a staggering manner.

And now, after more than two hundred years of separation, Kara is back!

In its chaotic mind, it still wants to fulfill its mission. The Naaru who has given everything for the fate of the Draenei still wants to protect its friends!

It returned from the sea of stars, but it was no longer aware that it had become the carrier of disaster and the hand of destruction that announced the end of the world.

As it fell from the sky, it felt the breath of the Draenei, cheered with joy, and even adjusted its falling angle so that it could fall better and faster into the city below.

It will continue to protect these strong children!

The dark evil star was connected to Gul'dan and the Shadow Council using the Shadowmoon Clan's astrological secrets, and then pulled down with an evil ritual. The old friend, which was no longer sacred but filled with dark evil power, returned from the starry sea.

Its once sacred and ethereal songs have turned into eerie cries, just as it itself has been transformed from a sublime symbol of the Holy Light to a servant of the endless void.

The shrill alarm sounds of the Karabor Temple resounded throughout the city. In the darkness of the night, a large number of warriors quickly assembled, priests and rangers returned to their respective posts, and arcanists immediately activated the city's defenses. The huge and sophisticated Arkinite defense crystal towers rose from their bases and rotated, using each as a node to create a barrier to defend various areas of the city.

But all the soldiers didn't know how to deal with the current crisis.

This is not an invasion by foreign enemies, nor is it an attack by demons. There is no entity that can be attacked, nor even an effective way to defend against it.

They looked up and could see that the star-filled night sky of Shadowmoon Valley had dimmed.

The eerie purple rays of light wove into strange light bands in the sky, just like a dark moonlight blocking out all the faint light. At the core of the purple light, there even appeared a strange shape entangled with black and red.

The runes of void power shone in it, like a pair of special "wings", foreshadowing that a "void evil god" was coming.

"It's adjusting the angle of its fall!"

On the observatory of the Temple of Karabor, the original arcanist was pushed aside, and several orc shamans were guarding here. Ner'zhul personally used the Draenei's stargazing equipment to observe the strange phenomena in the sky.

Although the orc civilization is backward, Ner'zhul is definitely superior to these arcanists in terms of astrology.

After all, the Shadowmoon Clan has been making a living from this for generations!
This is not a matter of knowledge, but of talent.

"The Dark Star has already merged into the sky. Under the pull of the earth, its speed will become faster and faster! It will eventually smash into the Temple of Karabor in the form of a meteorite, with enough power to destroy your city and its walls.

But that was just the beginning of the disaster.”

Ner'zhul shouted to the bewildered arcanists around him:
"You must disrupt it, slow it down, quickly! Move your people from the middle city, evacuate the entire city. That upper platform! I've measured it using astrology, and that's where it will fall.

Windcaller, take our shamans with you to help, and call upon the winds to guide the evacuation route for the Draenei civilians."

"Yes, Chief."

The old shaman who was seriously injured before responded.

He left with his apprentices and the Draenei arcanist, leaning on a jeweled staff, while Ner'zhul rushed to the location of the great pulpit.

He knew it was very dangerous there. If the Draenei couldn't come up with a solution, then that location would be hit by the first wave of bombardment from the Dark Star. Although he was protected by the elemental power, he didn't think he could survive such an attack.

No one in Draenor understands the power of the Dark Star more than the Shadowmoon Clan.

Even if it was lost in the sea of stars, the void power emitted by that guy was still enough for the warlocks of the entire Shadowmoon Clan to use. This was enough to prove that it was a super powerful entity of power and must be a demigod.

The energy collision caused by the fall of such a life form is enough to destroy half of the city. If it is shattered, the problem will be even more serious.

The void power it carries will fly everywhere with its fragments, and any contaminated area will be transformed into a void land in a very short time. The strong corrosiveness and mental interference will turn the Karabor Temple into a gloomy ghost cave overnight, and those alien monsters from the void will also regard this place as their new "home".

But Ner'zhul had to go.

This is a display of attitude!
He is seeking lasting peace between the orcs and the draenei, but the heavy issue of peace can never be woven with words alone.

Action, dedication, trust and even sacrifice!

As a sinner with deep sins, Ner'zhul even had a vague expectation of liberation.

It was he who, under Gul'dan's inducement and instigation, pushed for the establishment of the Horde, which was born for war. It was he who personally ignited the orcs' warlike fire. If his death here could give the Draenei and orcs hope for peace again, then his death would be a worthy one.

However, when Ner'zhul followed the crowd of support to the big preaching platform, he saw that all the high-ranking Draenei people were there.

The Great Prophet Velen, Archbishop Akama, Bishop Isana, and even the Sentinel Diakum who had just returned to the people, as well as the high-ranking priests and priests of the Ordo Temple were brought here.

They didn't know what to do here, but the scene of the big guys gathering here was enough to show the seriousness of the problem.

Ner'zhul approached the heavily armored Archbishop Nai'ri and learned from her their plans for the night.

"You want to purify the Dark Star?"

Ner'zhul's eyes widened, and the orc chieftain exclaimed:

"Can the source of darkness of this magnitude be purified?"

"Show some respect! Orcs, that's our guardian Naaru! It's not the source of darkness!"

Nari scolded, then she explained in a low voice:

"In fact, after we witnessed Kara's dark transformation, we had a big discussion among the priests about the Naaru's 'duality of light and darkness'. Some people believed that the Naaru who fell into darkness could be brought back to the realm of holy light, but that was always just a theory.

We couldn't find any opportunities to practice.

Kara's return is a disaster at this moment, but also an opportunity.

Diakum believes we must go all in. Part of his body is composed of fragments of the naaru, so he understands these characteristics of the naaru better than we do.

He believed that the symbol of Holy Light that had fallen into darkness could be purified, but the prerequisite was that Kara needed to be infused with pure Holy Light equal to or even greater than her current void energy, so that she could enter a 'new life' of transformation from light to darkness.

"Infusing an energy-based demigod with an equal amount of holy light?"

Ner'zhul sighed and said:

"Alas, that's just you Draenei. Orcs wouldn't even dare to think of such a thing. But let's not even mention how much Holy Light is needed to accomplish this. Just think about the fact that Kara herself is not without self-awareness!
The Shadowmoon Clan has confirmed the existence of the Dark Star's will through observation over the past two hundred years.

It will not obey you so easily. As a carrier of darkness, it will definitely resist when faced with the infusion of holy light energy that is almost completely opposite to it.

Have you ever thought about this problem?

This means you have to put a lot more energy into it than you originally planned."

"Of course I've considered it."

Nellie glanced at the center of the large pulpit and said:
"So the Sentinel will take on the responsibility of suppressing Kara. He will use his own holy power to burn and defeat Kara's dark defenses first. Then the Prophet will infuse the Dark Star with the purification of holy light. Ms. Isana will concentrate the radiant energy of others to assist the Prophet.

With Kara's falling speed, we only have one chance to try, but no one will back down at this time!
Everyone in this city has received the grace of the Kara. It is not only our protector, but also our relatives and our family! The sacred Kara gave everything for the Draenei, and we can also give everything for its rebirth.

Together, we must reconnect with Holy Kara!"

Hearing this risky arrangement, Ner'zhul frowned even deeper and said:

"The Sentinel is only a legendary garrison commander. I admit that the Holy Light's favor towards him is surprising, but can he truly accomplish the task of suppressing the Void God alone? Perhaps the moment the two sides come into contact, he will be corrupted by the Dark Star. This is too risky!"

"I thought it was too risky, but he said he could do it."

Nari wagged her tail uneasily and sighed:

"Diachem also needs an opportunity to release all the holy power he has accumulated over the past 20,000 years. He can do so on the battlefield, or he can use this gift of time to save others.

He chose the latter.

What a straight-laced, enthusiastic fool. "

These words made Ner'zhul's brows relax.

The orc chieftain recalled the scene where Dick had killed Gul'dan before. He felt that the Vigilant's burning rage would be more reassuring if it were used to save people. Seeing Dick holding a gem in his hand and preparing to burn holy power, Ner'zhul stepped forward and said:

“Not now!
The Dark Star is now at an exaggerated height. At this distance, the dissipation of your energy will be very terrible. Since you only have one chance to try it anyway, you might as well try again when it falls closer.

Even a little less energy consumption is a good thing."

"No, the Dark Star's speed will only get faster." Archbishop Akama stroked his golden scythe anxiously, shaking his head and saying:

"Once it reaches low altitude, the fate of crashing and bombarding the city will be irreversible."

"It can change! That's what I'm here for!"

Ner'zhul leaned on his staff and stood before the Draenei. He said:
"The elemental forces of Draenor will help the Draenei save your Light gods. The sky is also the realm of the elements! As long as you have good intentions, the elements will also help you.

O winds of Karadios! Please proudly ride through the heavens. I humbly ask you to help save this fate and bring hope of reconciliation to this war that should never have happened.

At the elemental call of Ner'zhul, a strong wind suddenly arose.

As a storm of lightning and thunder quickly formed, tens of thousands of winds swirled around the Temple of Karabor in the night. The piercing thunder was the whimper of Karadios, the lord of the wind elements, and the sudden gale was the world's response.

As Ner'zhul manipulated the power alone, visible gray gales gathered and rushed towards the sky, like pairs of hands shaped by wind and thunder, pushing towards the falling dark star.

Even though the elemental forces would be dissipated by the Void God's crushing at the moment of contact, Ner'zhul's continuous exertion was still offsetting the speed and kinetic energy of the Dark Star's fall.

The legendary shaman single-handedly created a storm that shocked the draenei.

They had never seen such active elemental power on the planet before, and the arcanists were even more stunned. They had always despised the shamans' weakness and believed that the elemental power was highly uncontrollable and not a powerful force.

But at this time, Ner'zhul's "performance" showed them the true power of shamanism.

Perhaps in a 1v1 battle, the Shaman is indeed no match for the Arcanist, but when this kind of field-level or even battlefield-level energy is released, as long as the Shaman is given enough time, the terrifying power they and the elements can unleash is enough to shake an entire army.

This is a level that is difficult for an arcanist to achieve no matter what.

"It's slowing down! Slowly, but it's slowing down!"

Archbishop Naili maintained observation in the strong wind and shouted to the growing crowd behind her:

"Where are our shamans? Come and help! Arcanists, don't just stand there! Shoot your magic high into the sky, anything you can, to slow it down! Give the Saint of Diak'um a chance to defeat the Dark Star!"

At Nari's scolding, the crowd immediately took action.

Several Draenei shamans stepped forward and stood behind Ner'zhul, and began to call on the power of the elements. The arcanists teleported themselves to the highest possible place and began to brew magic. Their spells had a range limit and had to wait until the Dark Star entered low altitude before they could be released.

Dick has already begun to burn his own holy power.

This time there were no more reservations.

The moment the holy power was ignited, he increased the burning speed of the flame to the limit. He restrained his light within his body with the dusk light of the forerunner of the scorching sun, reducing the energy dissipation as much as possible. The golden flame quickly transformed into a more holy milky white holy light under the astonished gaze of others.

Dick raised his head and looked at the void god in the dark sky that was getting closer and closer to the ground.

He could feel that as the Dark Kara approached, the part of the Naaru fragment that made up his body also showed a subtle "resonance".

That was the last sadness left in Lula.

In fact, if it had not merged with Dick on the battlefield of Argus that year, Kara's current ending would be its ending.

Dick knew a lot, but he didn't tell anyone else.

He understood the secrets of the Naaru. It was destined for these creatures to transform into void entropy demons when the holy light was exhausted. It seemed to be some kind of symbolic transformation derived from the concept of holy light, just like the first ray of primordial light in the material universe was born in the darkest sea of stars.

The Naaru are holy creatures shaped by the Force of Holy Light, and their transformations in posture also reflect the enlightenment of Holy Light.

Unfortunately, the current Draenei doctrine has not been able to fully accept the concept of "light and darkness coexisting". In the 25,000 years of exile, not even a "Shadow Priest" was born. To be honest, Dick was a little disappointed.

After all, the combat effectiveness of shadow priests is not inferior to that of well-trained garrison officers. If there is such a highly offensive spellcaster, the safety of the Draenei will be more guaranteed.

But this is not the time to think about that.

When Dick burned the holy power and was about to enter the "sanctification" state, the dark Kara in his eyes became clearer.

It still has that light crystal "jigsaw puzzle" posture, but the holy body that was once covered with holy light is now filled with the darkness of the void. Those crystal bodies seem to be stained black by purple ink, and if you look closely, you can see bits of starlight from the dark crystal, making Kara look mysterious and weird now.

The points of holy light above its head turned into pale green void runes. Dick had seen similar void aggregates in the Shadowmoon Caverns. The shining of these ominous runes indicated that it had been blessed and infused by the Lightless Sea.

It is already a creature of the void in the true sense of the word.

Therefore, the pure creations of Holy Light will quickly transform into gods of the Void after their energy is exhausted. Does this indicate that there is some unimaginable subtle connection between the Holy Light Force and the Void Force?

It's like the force of life and the force of death are opposite to and interdependent with each other.

Dick knew that he would definitely face this problem in the future. After all, he was transforming into the mythical form of Naaru. One day, Dick would become a unique "human-shaped Naaru".

And by that time, will I also possess the "duality of light and darkness" unique to Naaru?

Well, that's a cruel question worth thinking about seriously.
"The Dark Star is 1500 meters above the ground!"

Nellie's warning made Dick withdraw his thoughts. At that moment, another warning flashed before his eyes:

[Warning! The burning of holy power has exceeded the limit! It is about to enter the "sanctification" state!]

"buzz"

In a single breath, Dick once again crossed the "limits of mortal man," and once again the Sanctified Seraph form was imposed upon himself.

The holy fire erupted from Dick's feet into a fervent devotion. The intense light and heat forced Ms. Isana and the Great Prophet beside him to take a few steps back. Especially when the floating white beam wings and the holy armor were applied, even old Velen was frightened.

The Great Prophet could almost be considered the individual with the closest connection to the Holy Light in the physical universe, but even he had never seen a Holy Light form as special as Dick's. The cold divinity of Diakum in the form of the sanctified Seraph made Viren feel a little uncomfortable.

When looking directly at the Sentinel in this form, the Great Prophet felt as if he was being "judged".

"The Dark Star is 1000 meters above the ground! Its speed has slowed to two-thirds of its previous value. The shamans are almost unable to hold on! The city barrier is being hit by a void energy storm!

Mages! Prepare to attack! "

Nellie's voice was hoarse.

The archbishop had already climbed onto the stone pillar of the pulpit, holding a jeweled bow and aiming high into the sky.

She could clearly see that as the Dark Kara got closer to the ground, the storm of dark void energy it released gathered and poured down on the shield of the Karabor Temple like a rainstorm. At the moment of contact, sparks flew out of several Arkinite crystal towers, and the shield covering the city even set off visible ripples.

The spellcasters began to chant.

Their voices were trembling, and when the Dark Star approached again, it would be their turn.

They could clearly see the flames caused by the conflict between the void power and the elements on the surface of the dark Kara, which was wrapped in heavy shadows. It was like an invisible giant was gritting its teeth and trying to resist the boulder sliding down the hillside to prevent it from destroying the city behind it.

Ner'zhul was already exhausted. In the past few minutes, he had almost single-handedly fought against the approaching Dark Star. As Kara got closer, the pressure from the Twisting Nether became heavier, making the old orc shaky.

But he still supported himself with his cane.

He knew that every second he held on would bring the orcs and draenei closer to peace.

In the crowd, the garrison commander Nobundo, who witnessed this scene, lowered his head and looked at his hands that were trembling due to the massive gathering of elemental power. He didn't even need to listen to feel the elements calling him. He looked at the saint Diak'um who was gathering power on the spot and was completely enveloped by the holy fire. Finally, he looked at the orc shaman Ner'zhul who was gritting his teeth and persisting, even roaring.

The questions the saint had asked earlier echoed in his mind.

Should we follow our inner goodness and accept the guidance of the Holy Light to do good deeds? Or should we adhere to the teachings of the Holy Light and become paragons of the Holy Light in order to hone our faith?
Even as the Temple of Karabor was about to suffer a catastrophic disaster, Nobundo still had no answer.

But he knew he had to act.

"What are you going to do?"

As Nobundo walked out of the crowd, Maraad and Yrel tried to hold him back, but Nobundo turned around and gave his comrades a determined smile. He said:

"I simply embraced my destiny! I chose to step up, and I chose to be a hero to my people and myself."

"You're going to give up the Holy Light?!"

Yrel scolded:

"Are you crazy? If we lose the Holy Light, what will be left for us?"

"No, I follow the teachings of the Holy Light and embark on my own path under the illumination of that guiding light! I never intend to give up the Holy Light. I just want to embrace Him and glorify Him in a different way."

Nobundo raised his hands, and the seal of holy light on his forehead dissipated.

For the first time, he called upon the elements in his heart to help him. As Ner'zhul's gale weakened, a stronger and more explosive storm surged into the sky under Nobundo's unskilled control. It was not just a storm gathering.

There were also huge rock hands rising from the ground and rushing towards the sky to meet the bombardment of the Dark Star.

Amid the roar of the world's power, Nobundo whispered:

"We will rescue our families, we will protect Kara and return her to the Holy Light. The people need that light, and we will become that light. I bid farewell to the Holy Light temporarily, only to better protect hope.

But that light still enveloped me, preventing me from losing my way in the darkness.

Ah, the wanderer never loses himself!"

In his autobiography, the rock hand in the sky was smashed, the storm was defeated, but at the same time, Dark Kara almost hovered in the sky at this moment. The next moment, countless arcane flames and ice storms smashed into the sky, igniting the dark sky with the fire of energy.

Then, the light was born.

In the eyes of Nobundo, who was supported by Maraad and Yrel, a ray of holy white light burst out from the ground, facing the roaring shadow void of Dark Kara head-on.

It illuminates the eyes of the new shaman and also illuminates the lingering darkness.

(End of this chapter)