Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 721, Chapter 89: Battle! The moon is above! That fallen titan is worth fighting!

"Get ready, we'll be able to see Azeroth after the next jump!"

In Shattrath City, Garrosh Hellscream, the war leader of Mag'har, was addressing his fully armed orc warriors when a strange "whirlpool" appeared in the sky.

That convergence of energy signifies that this planet is about to undergo an ultra-long-distance interstellar teleportation.

But it wasn't just the orcs; even the common people in the city turned a blind eye to it.

They have clearly adapted to this exaggerated interstellar teleportation, as well as to the "dim sun" hanging high in the sky, which shows that the adaptability of life is truly terrifying, especially in the current critical period of war.

"We will follow that strange path into the battlefield, linked by the World Tree Tayara and the Dream of Azeroth, and slaughter demons on the land of our brotherhood! I've heard they've also cast a fallen Titan there—that's wonderful!"

Xiaohou, like a typical warmonger, brandished his fist and roared at his soldiers:
"We followed our great lord and defeated a god of the star sea. Now we can witness the defeat of a second god of the star sea. Even though we are not qualified to participate in that war of gods, witnessing such a magnificent battle can only arouse endless anger in the hearts of the warriors!"

I demand of you, I command you!
This time, we must show the might of the warriors of Draenor! We are no less than the people of Azeroth; we have everything they have, and we even have…

"Snapped"

A hand pressed down on Xiaohou's shoulder, interrupting his impassioned war rhetoric.

Garrosh turned around angrily and found Durotan looking at him with the eyes of someone looking at a dead man, his eyes full of "Are you fucking crazy? You dare to say anything out loud?" and "You're hopeless."

It was only then that Garrosh realized he had been too excited and had almost revealed the biggest secret of Draenor at that moment.

He then coughed a few times, waved his hand, and shouted to the orc warriors before him:
"Those exiled greenskins will also fight alongside us. I have no other requirements for you, but the Mag'har's spoils cannot be less than the greenskins'!"

Understand? "

Upon his questioning, the warriors before him responded with roars of high spirits, a display of fighting spirit that greatly pleased Xiao Hou.

He returned command to the overseer, then followed Durotan out of the training grounds. Before Durotan could speak, Garrosh suspiciously touched his shoulder and said:

"I felt Him watching me."

"It's just an illusion."

Durotan calmly replied:

"The Heartless One is weak; He has no power to watch over the lives of this world. I know you see this as a blessing, and you wholeheartedly hope that your homeland can become a great place like Azeroth."

But you also need to stay calm.

According to the records of Azeroth, the slumber of a world-soul often lasts for tens of thousands of years. In any case, as for the future of Draenor, you and I... we will absolutely not live to see the day the Ruthless awaken.

"It's okay, as long as I'm sure He really exists."

Xiao Hou seems to take it all in stride.

The guy waved his hand and said enthusiastically:

"Lord Argus created the Eredar, and Lord Azeroth made His children incredibly powerful. We orcs are not much worse than them, except that we lack the blessing of the Star Soul."

Now, the Star Soul has been bestowed upon us, and our last weakness has been addressed.

I knew it all along that the orcs would one day stand proudly above the stars, and that our civilization would one day be as glorious and enduring as the Eredar!
Ah, generation after generation of orcs will embark on this path of protection and war, and we will become true legends of the stars.

To be remembered in history—that's the most perfect ending a warrior could ever achieve.

Durotan looked at Roar.

His eyes were filled with a father-in-law's dissatisfaction and helplessness, as if he were looking at his son-in-law. He felt that Hellscream's son was too much like his father, and he didn't know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Unfortunately, his own daughter was raised by his wife in a warrior-like manner, which led to frequent arguments and even physical fights between Gaiara and Garrosh when they were together, although this is the typical way most orc couples get along.

But you know, a leader has to act like a leader.

"You two! The teleportation is about to begin, come inside."

Gaiara, riding a Frostwolf, ran over from a distance and called out to the two men. At this moment, all life in Shattrath City and even the entire world of Draenor had taken refuge in sturdy buildings according to the defense standards of the Starship teleportation, and those with the means had to fix themselves in place.

This is to avoid the individual being "thrown" away from its current relative position due to a drastic change in phase. Even a slight deviation in the relative displacement of the coordinate axis and coordinate point can have disastrous consequences.

Fortunately, Draenor is not a serious world. Besides Kalecgos the Ruthless, who is currently slumbering in the heart of Draenor, there is also a Titan, the Dreamweaver, imprisoned in this world.

Norgannon, known as the "Source of All Laws," regained his senses after being soundly defeated by Diakum and Lord Argus. Although he may not be able to empathize with mortals, after all, he is a noble Platinum Titan. However, on matters of great importance such as fighting against the Burning Legion and the Dark Titans, Norgannon still holds his ground very firmly.

He was bound by the World Tree, Tayara.

But He can conversely use the World Tree's roots, which spread throughout the planets, to provide arcane protection to Draenor, preventing life there from being cast into the sea of ​​stars due to phase deviations.

Of course, the consequences of recklessly moving things around are equally dire.

They could be teleported from the South Pole to the North Pole in an instant. Considering that most of Draenor is still covered by thick ice, and many Void creatures are hiding under the ice plotting something, it's hard to say what they will encounter once they leave the safe gathering area.

In fact, overall, the security situation in Draenor is currently much worse than in Azeroth.

But the fact that even with one foot in the ICU, they still traveled across the stars to rescue their brother nation, whose situation was much better, only shows that the people of Draenor are truly righteous.

"That staff!"

In the hunters' rest area of ​​the Temple of Karabor, now transformed into the Temple of the Moon Goddess, Archbishop Neli, who has officially become the Moon Goddess of War and possesses a power seal nearly identical to Tyrande's, reminded the twins beside her:

"You must complete the tasks instructed by the Great Prophet properly. Once you arrive in Azeroth, you do not need to participate in the battle; I will take care of that. You must immediately rendezvous with the Shadow Chasers and lure Dimensius over!"

"No, let my sister do this."

Archbishop Auress shook her head and said:

“I must stay with you at all times. If your power seal fails, I will have to find a way to use the Holy Light of the High Heaven to reseal you. When Commander Diakum returns, he must see that all three of us are safe and sound, otherwise he will be very sad.”

"Hmph, when did we become such good sisters?"

Nelly rolled her eyes and said:
"You really think I didn't hear what you guys said behind my back before, calling me 'female savage' all the time? Let's not talk about that now."

Don't worry, I know how to use my strength.

I'm not like Tyrande, who would selflessly sacrifice everything for her beliefs. I still have a promise to keep with Diakum.

"Yes, all the Eredars have an unfulfilled promise with him."

Saloras gripped Nellie tightly with her left hand and put her right arm around her sister's shoulder. Amidst the vibrations of Lady Aegwynn activating the Star Trek, she whispered:

"We are about to arrive in Azeroth, and we will see him return from the world of the dead. Even if this reunion is destined to be short, from now on he will be with us forever in every world that has the sun, until the end of our lives."

In that magnificent twilight glow, he will come to take us to our eternal home.

In this way, we will no longer have to wander.

In this way, we will enjoy lasting peace.

"buzz"

The celestial bodies of Draenor vanished into the unfamiliar sea of ​​stars as they were swallowed by the suddenly opened black phase rift, only to reappear in the bustling region of Azeroth.

When this small world, which was only about one-tenth the size of Azeroth, fell into the sea of ​​stars, it was almost immediately captured by the gravity of the super-large core world of the sea of ​​stars and began to fall toward Azeroth in a spiraling acceleration manner.

This traction has had a rather terrible effect on Delano.

The Zangarmarsh should have been churning with tides at this moment, but the ocean had long been frozen over. As a result, ice sheets throughout the world shattered with a deafening roar, and even the continental plates began to crush each other mercilessly, causing earthquakes to rumble. But Lord Argus stood atop the ice of the Zangarmarsh, wielding the holy hammer of Khaz'goroth, suppressing the shattering and tearing of the world's continental shelf.

Just as it got close enough to Azeroth, an invisible but real force, like a hand, gently pushed the planet of Draenor, fixing it in a certain orbit around the world.

This assistance from the Star Soul Lord is completely contrary to common sense in astronomy.

But as I said before, why bother with basic physics in a magical world?
The Lord of Azeroth can become the strongest life form as soon as he awakens, so what's wrong with him reaching out and fixing a small world as his satellite?
It's already a great favor to the orcs that they didn't pull Draenor directly into the Endless Sea and instead made it a new continent.

After all, even if you add up all the land areas of Draenor, it's still not as big as the continent of Kalimdor, right?
"The corrupt Gogonas is right there!"

Above the Temple of Karabor, on the floating island of the Sunwell, Lady Verara had already detected the distinct hyper-energy reaction in the world of Azeroth.

She shouted:

"Lord Argus! The Fallen Titans are attacking the Temple of Souls in Silithus! Quickly! It's your turn to step in."

"I will lead the way, and you will follow."

Argus roared, bringing warmth back to this frozen world under the light of the new star's sun, as He leaped from the shattered ice of the Zangarmarsh and soared into the starry sky.

Transforming into a meteorite from a divine construct, it traversed the tranquil galaxy, soaring towards the world of Azeroth under the reverent gaze of the Lightforged in the Sphrax Fleet.

This is clearly something only a god could do.

This scene was almost immediately noticed by Kil'jaeden, who was hiding in the border region of the Twisting Nether and observing the situation in Azeroth. The Conqueror did not show the same shock as Sachir had shown before.

Having learned of the resurrection of Lord Argus from the Man'ari who had escaped the war on Draenor, it now witnessed the fierce "god of the homeland" soaring across the stars to aid Azeroth, and simply allowed it to sit on its demonic throne and enter a state of contemplation, reflection, and peaceful silence.

It seemed to be enjoying the scene as well.

Until his adjutant, Manari, whispered a reminder:
“You should take back Gorgonas. If the Fallen Norgannon could not defeat Lord Argus, then Gorgonas will not be able to either, my lord. It has been proven that the Legion faces an enemy with superior power that surpasses our own.”

This matter can no longer be won by relying on the devil.

Perhaps you should contact the Dark Titan.

"Yes, we should contact Him, but not now."

Kil'jaeden clearly has his own plans.

The conqueror, who had recently been tormenting the inhabitants of Azeroth to the point of ecstasy with his masterful micromanagement, stroked his chin and said in a sinister tone:

“I believe our master has been focusing his attention on this war. He has seen the changes that have taken place in this strange world because of the war, but he has not shown any particular reaction to it.”

This proves that, in the eyes of our master, the situation is not yet the time for Him to step in.

If we call upon the Dark Titans for help at the slightest trouble, then what is the point of the Burning Legion's existence?

We must continue the fight.
Alright, the reinforcements from Azeroth have arrived, and they won't be receiving any more reinforcements for the time being.

In other words, the phase of minor harassment has ended.

The 1,773 Demon Chapters that have completed their war preparations are hereby notified to project their forces into their respective war zones in accordance with the previous strategic rules!
So far, the Azerothians have performed quite well; it's time to let them experience the power of the elite demons I've personally overseen and trained for over twenty thousand years.

"Yes."

Lieutenant Manari nodded, but after the order was conveyed, he whispered:

"You have drawn a large number of elite troops from each sector we are currently conquering, and even mobilized the elite troops defending Argus. Although the secondary chapters left behind can stabilize the overall situation, if we suffer a defeat here, the entire Burning Crusade will probably be affected."

So, shouldn't we be more cautious?

"madness!"

Kil'jaeden scolded:
"The Burning Crusade ends in Azeroth, and we have reached the end. This is the ultimate purpose for which the Dark Titans recruited us, and we are obliged to serve our masters."

He hired me to do this!

So I'll tell you, don't tell me the casualty figures, and don't tell me about any grand strategy or big picture!
All I want is Azeroth!
This is the final battle of the Burning Crusade, and Man'ari's last battle. Do you understand what I mean?

The adjutant was taken aback.

It gritted its teeth and said:
“I don’t understand! This is not a decision you would normally make. It’s like a gambler with an advantage who insists on betting everything.”

"You don't understand?"

Kil'jaeden looked at Man'ari before him.

It looked at the fel blisters on its face and the glaring demonic embellishments on its body, and in those green pupils was reflected another demon, yet Kil'jaeden saw his former self in it.

Then it smiled and reached out to straighten the collar of its adjutant's uniform.

Say it softly:
"Have you been a demon for so long that you've forgotten where you came from? Do you still remember the vow you made to your homeland? When did I ever tell you that I intended to betray that vow I made to the world?"

"Can"

"There are no buts! If Velen and his Restoration Army can't even get past me, how can they talk about restoring their homeland?"
Go ahead and do as I command!

There's no need to worry about the fate of the fallen Titan Gougonas.

With the impending birth of the fel god 'Argus the Destroyer,' these infinitely regenerable corrupted titans are merely 'strategic expendables.'

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"boom"

Lord Argus made a spectacular entrance, like a "falling star," crashing into the land of Silithus and instantly igniting the endless desert with cosmic fire.

Before Him, the fallen Titan Gorgonus roared and charged, wielding his warhammer, while the Saviors did their utmost to hold him back.

Argus saw the Moonlit War God facing off, and the ever-changing black moon in the sky. He shook his head, grasped the Thunderblade Emperor's Fall, and stepped forward, slashing with flowing light to repel Gorgoneth. Then he roared at Tyrande, who was hovering in the air:

"Not now! Stand back! We've been waiting for you, reinforcements have arrived!"

"Kill! For the honor of Mag'har! For the oath of K'ure! For the future of Draenor!"

At the moment the Lord clashed with the Fallen Titan, dozens of dream gates opened across the earth and sky.

Amidst the ferocious battle cries of the orcs, large hordes of wolf riders and ogre warriors transformed into a torrent of turbid water, slamming down the demons that had entered the desert from the flanks. Meanwhile, the sun raven people soaring through the sky effortlessly overwhelmed the army of flying demons.

The inhabitants of Draenor, riding ferocious Magorons and Primal Thorns, charged into the battlefield, determined not to leave their sworn brotherhood to face the enemy alone.

Yrel, leading the charge, raised Ashbringer's holy sword high and swung it around as if smashing out a real sun, knocking the fallen titan Gorgonath off balance. Then, Lord Argus, wielding the Shield of Aggramar, stepped forward and delivered a shield bash to his face.

Tyrande, who had almost broken through her strength limit, landed on the ground and was helped up by Maiev.

She looked up and saw a "sun" sliding down from the sky, almost thinking that Saint Diakum had returned, but then she realized that it was a strange "elf naru".

"What are you looking at! I'm talking to you, you donkey-eared elf, haven't you ever seen an Entropy Demon forged by light? How petty!"

Just as Tyrande was surprised, a radiant light shone in all directions, and the opponent who had incinerated the demon uttered a very impolite remark.

"If you look again, I'll gouge your eyes out!"

Well, Ms. Saratas, who is still forced to do good deeds today, seems to be in a bad mood.

(End of this chapter)