Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 758, Section 36. We promised to be the Moonlit War Gods for life (×) I've never felt happy being the Moonlit War Gods (√)
(Bonus chapter for changes in word count [2/5])
The battle zone between the Lord of Dawn and the Lord of Evil has been transformed into a divine barrier, inaccessible and unbearable to mortals, by the collision and intertwining of their cosmic rainbow lights.

That was Diakum's protection of the material world.

He was afraid that if the aftershocks of their battle leaked out, they would impact the Supreme Star Soul, which was bearing the repulsive force of the universe in his place.

The descent of this divine barrier, like a "wall of despair," divided the battlefield in two, "driving" demons, undead, and saviors into their own "low-intensity" battlefield.

At that moment, Malfurion Stormrage, who was fighting desperately on the battlefield of the Star Soul Temple, looked up as if sensing something and saw the end of his beloved Tyrande.

He witnessed the Night Oath warriors being burned by the wrath of the moon goddess being carried by Archbishop Nelly to the Star Soul Temple.

Even the moonlight that enveloped the two of them seemed to have turned sorrowful.

"No!"

This cruel scene caused the kind-hearted man to completely erupt at this moment. He ferociously tore at the great demons that were trapping him, and then transformed into a horned owl to pounce on his lover.

"Don't come close!"

Nelly threw her battle blade to stop Malfurion from approaching. At this moment, Archbishop Nelly, whose cheeks, collarbone, arms, and even her little tail were lit up with black moon runes, warned:
"You'll be burned to death, don't come near! I'll help her bear some of the pressure first. I can do it, I will definitely hold on to the end, my love is still waiting for me."

Did you hear that? Tyrande!

Hang in there, there are still two lovestruck fools waiting for you!
"Don't die! Your fate shouldn't be like this!"

Nellie placed Nightsworn at the edge of the temple, grasped Tyrande's crumbling fingers with both hands, and took the blame for her out-of-control wrath of the moon goddess, but one of her was clearly not enough.

Tyrande was so deeply favored by the moon goddess that she received an excessive amount of the Black Moon's wrath. Nelly couldn't even withstand a third of it before feeling the icy moonfire devouring her body and soul.

This made her realize the immense and painful pressure that Night Oath members usually endured.

"Walk"

The Night Oath-taker said with difficulty:
"Leave me alone, just go! I can find solace in faith, but you can't."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Nelly gritted her teeth and said:

"None of us should give up on ourselves for these things! You're still a novice who's never been in a serious relationship, hang in there!"

“Just persevering isn’t enough. These kinds of things always become more painful the longer you persevere. What she needs is someone to share the burden.”

A helpless voice rang out behind Archbishop Nelly.

As the neighing of the great wildebeest and the rustling of spider demons emerging from the ground came into view, the members of the "Caring for the Moonlit War God" Association finally caught up with the bald, stone-forging elder sister, who strode with "invincible steps" as the stubborn stone army charged into the demon battlefield.

"Follow my instructions!"

The stonesmith placed his hand on Tyrande's forehead and said to the others:

"It's fine if one person takes on a portion, and then call on Ms. Bai to finish things off. I just can't understand why, after witnessing so many tragedies of the Moonlit War Gods, she would still want to spread this harmful power everywhere."
She herself is not good at fighting, but she still insists on creating a maid who is in charge of battle.

Tch, what a terrible person!

"We, your dear sisters who toil under the moonlight, are truly blessed to have such a deity."

"Uh, I don't know who you are."

Archbishop Nelly was stunned by the "bald sister's" fierceness and elegance. As a newcomer to the profession of "Moonlight War Goddess," she couldn't help but whisper to her senior:
"But wherever the moonlight shines, Lady Elune is always there to listen. Perhaps you could lower your voice? It might be troublesome if someone overhears you."

"I'd say the same thing even if He were here! I've been ruined by this lousy tradition, can't I even complain a bit?"

The stonesmith snorted and said:
"Go to the Shadowlands and see for yourself. Which covenant doesn't have the tragic story of the Night God of War? It would take millions of words to write about it. Are we not allowed to talk about the sins He committed?"

Listen to your sister's advice, this Moonlit War God's legacy is doomed sooner or later!

"Share this while you can. Are you deliberately making your life harder because you think it's too perfect?"

Nelly was speechless after being rebuked, but Big Gay Ma whispered:
"This must be Archbishop Nelly, and her husband is Saint Diakum."

"Oh, then please do as you please."

The stonesmith shrugged and glanced at the towering "Wall of the Sun" in the distance. The divine fluctuations emanating from it made even the most powerful Moonlit War God feel her heart pound. She couldn't imagine what kind of terrifying battle was taking place inside.

Therefore, she said with a subtle expression:

"That's the advantage of having a husband who can fight his way through the Shadowlands and confront the Lord of Fel. No matter how reckless you are, you won't die. But with your connections, why not follow the sun? The 'Lord of Dawn' seems much more reliable than our Ms. Bai."

Nari was even more embarrassed.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of "Moon Goddess's Best Sisters," she coughed and said very seriously:
"When the sun cannot shine on my people, I will bring them moonlight to dispel the darkness. This is not something I do willingly, but my duty and mission!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah! I thought the same thing before I got scammed."

"Yes, exactly the same. I was just as fearless when I was young. But Archbishop Nelly was much more persistent than you were back then. Look at her, she has so many profound principles to share."

"Tch, she'll know how powerful she is once she dies! Every Moon Goddess is like this before she gets killed by this damn power. Look at Tyrande, how pitiful she is. She's been turned into a lunatic by the Priestess of the Moon."

Let's stop chatting.

Quickly revive this poor girl, help her escape Ms. Bai's path of no return, and then find a few demons to vent my anger on. I'm going to visit Xinghai's hometown afterward.

"Do you two want to come together?"

Perhaps the stonesmiths' complaints were too harsh, causing Lady Elune, who was helping Diakum maintain the divine barrier to prevent energy leakage from impacting the world and also "peeping" at the screen, to finally lose her temper.

As the four of them joined forces to weaken Tyrande's Black Moon Fury, preventing the Nightsworn from collapsing, Lady White's voice rang out from the moonlight that resonated with them.

He said gently:
"I was too busy rescuing Anser to spend much time perfecting the legacy of the Moonlit War God, but now that I am about to be free, I will help you complete this legacy."

Please.
Please give me some more time and confidence.

"Ok?"

The stonemason blinked and said:
Was anyone speaking just now?

"The sound is too soft, I can't hear it!"

Big gay man Mahernax shouted at the top of his lungs:

"I didn't hear a whisper from some god who doesn't care about the lives of believers at all. I didn't feel respected! Fine, after I finish this job, I'll wholeheartedly follow the Queen of Winter."

Kalek could compete for the title of Marquis of Death under the Lord of War, the Stonesmith's Wife lived in seclusion in Revendres, and Archbishop Nelly lived a good life under the sun.
Everyone will have a bright future.

"Exactly! Anyone who wants to be the God of War under the moonlit night can have it!"

The spider demon Kalek waved his claws and said:
"It hurt so much when I was burned to death by the out-of-control wrath of the moon goddess. When I died alone with the world, there was no moonlight to take me to the divine kingdom of life."

I don't understand why we, the followers of the Moon Goddess, go to the Shadowlands after we die.

Shouldn't we forever find peace in the emerald dream of life?

"Aren't you talking nonsense?"

The Stonesmith's wife drawled, "Among the stars, some gods can transcend life and death to balance the conflicts of the Force, while others can incite calamities to create order. But the rest of the gods are busy with strange things all day long and can't even do their own jobs properly."

To date, there is no clearly defined secondary god of the Force of Life.

Even the so-called protection of the Thousand Moons' Radiance couldn't prevent many worlds from being destroyed by the demon war. I've heard that some ruthless individuals would even deliberately send their followers to the Queen of Winter to mend their sisterly bonds.

They don't care about important matters. We, the few Moonlit Warriors with no connections, are just going to die. Who's going to uphold justice for you?
We don't have a lover as strong as Saint Diakum to protect us.

"You lot! That's enough!"

Elune is, after all, the true goddess of life. It is absolutely unacceptable for her former followers to criticize her like this in front of her current followers.

She explained:

"The cycle of life and death turns endlessly. After you die, you should go to Ardenweald to enjoy peace. The experience of Hilnax is the life that the God of War of the Night should have lived."

The fate of the Stonesmith and Kalek was indeed my oversight; you shouldn't have had to go through the Arbitrator's trial, but I was busy disciplining the unruly white wolf Goldrinn at the time. But I have already explained everything to my sister.

My sister said she'll arrange for both of you to enter Ardenweald to make up for your disappointment.

"No need!"

The stonemason was clearly still upset; she said coldly:
"I am satisfied with my life now. Although Revendreth's atonement was bitter, it also made me understand the meaning of my existence. Let the tragedy of the Moonlit War God end here, Lady White! Tyrande and Nelly should not become the same tragedy as us."

If you truly feel apologetic towards us, please complete this incomplete legacy of power as soon as possible.

Mortals should not bear the brunt of your wrath to kill your enemies, even if they do so willingly.

The inheritance of any great power requires trials. We all know how much Saint Diakum sacrificed to inherit Anser's power. None of the other lesser gods in this galaxy achieved their foundations easily.

Only your immense power, comparable to that inherited from the Sun God, requires no trials; steadfast faith is all that is needed to fulfill your duties.
Forgive my bluntness, but this is far too frivolous!

Countless mortals, utterly unable to control the wrath of the moon goddess, were instantly incinerated, their bodies and souls consumed. We few are considered lucky; many more mortals, whom you arbitrarily bestowed power upon, failed to become heroes, instead becoming sources of calamity.

"I will."

The stonemason's accusations were reasonable and well-founded, therefore, Lady Elune said softly:

“I assure you, I will not allow any more tragedies to happen, but you should continue to preserve my moonlight. The new Moon God of War needs a guide, and there is no one more suitable than you.”

The invitation surprised the blacksmith's wife. She exchanged glances with the other two, shook her head, and said coldly:

"No, we are already dead. The dead and the living should keep their distance."

"This"

Lady Elune seemed surprised that her suggestion would be rejected, while Archbishop Nelly astutely grasped the true thoughts of the "Moon Goddess's Best Friends".

She coughed and whispered:
“Madam, when we mortals ask for help, we say ‘please.’ And if these elders are your most devout followers, and their tragedy was indeed caused by your negligence, perhaps you should apologize?”

Ms. Bai fell silent.

Just as the Stonesmith removed Tyrande's Moonlit Fury, stabilizing her condition and preparing to leave, the moonlight suddenly changed. To the astonishment of several Moonlit War Gods, Lady White appeared before them in the form of a "spirit projection."

You know what, it does look somewhat similar to the Queen of Winter.

He bowed deeply and said sincerely:
"Please preserve my moonlight, please impart your experience to the living in the land of the dead to prevent tragedy from recurring, please join me in perfecting the legacy of the Moonlit War God, please join me in herding life in the next lunar cosmic era and bringing prosperity."

Your tragedy and my sister's tragedy stem from the same cause: I was too concerned about Anser's safety and neglected your and my duties.

I am not a perfect god, but I hope that the legend of the 'Thousand Moons' will become a miracle in the material world in the future, together with the 'Sun's Illumination'.

Let's work together!
please. "

Ms. Bai's bow caused the stonemason to dodge aside in a flash.

She was just saying it casually and didn't expect the true god to apologize so sincerely.

Moreover, given Lady Elune's status, who would dare accept her bow and apology? Their ancestors' graves would probably explode on the spot!
However, the Moon Goddess came in person, showing great sincerity, which silenced the three Moon Gods once again.

They weren't ignorant people, but the shadow cast by their past as the God of War under the moonlight was too great.

When one has the opportunity to be freed from that burden after death, and is then asked to return to the path one once walked, this is not a decision that can be made lightly.

"Since Ms. Bai says she wants to formalize the Moonlit War God, why don't we start with Tyrande?"

Seeing the awkward situation, Archbishop Nelly rolled her eyes and, with her little tail swaying, whispered:
"Instead of taking away her Moon Goddess's Wrath completely, why not start improving this inheritance now? Please understand, Ms. Bai, it's not that I'm afraid of the risk of death I might face; it's just that I want to spend more time with Dick in the future."

"Yes."

The stonesmith rubbed his cheek and sighed:

"We few lone wolves can die if we want, but if Archbishop Nelly, with her special status, is harmed because of your worthless lineage, you'll probably have to prepare to face the 'Eclipse' head-on. Although Diakum doesn't seem like the type to abuse his power for personal gain, why take the risk?"

She looked at Ms. Bai and recalled everything she had experienced while she was still alive.

Those painful, sorrowful, and desperate pleas for her lover to kill her, those memories that had lost their vibrancy after the atonement of her sins, seemed to resurface.

According to the Twin Realms Traveler, after his death, his world will continue to live under the protection of the Moon Goddess, and his lover will miss him in every moonlight.

Although he died from the uncontrollable wrath of the moon goddess, his world would have been destroyed long ago without Elune's protection of the silver moon.

As a former leader, she should not confuse the tragedy of an individual with the survival of the stars. Moreover, Ms. Bai never forced herself to become the Goddess of the Night; it was all her own choice!

Now that the anger and resentment have been released, and even Ms. Bai has personally appeared to admit her mistakes, there is no point in continuing to be so stubborn.

What matters is not your own misfortune, but that such a misfortune should not happen to you in the future.

The stonemason stroked Tyrande's forehead, which was covered in cold sweat. Looking at the Nightsworn, she seemed to see her past self. She sighed, stepped forward, and knelt at the feet of Elune's spirit in the manner of a follower of the moon goddess.

she says:

"You are the true God above all things. Please forgive our blasphemy and indulgence. But the moonlight should bring peace and happiness to life in the darkness. Please do not vent your uncontrollable anger on the sea of ​​stars."

You are the benevolent radiance of a thousand moons; you are right to shepherd life and cultivate prosperity, while we will punish those who are enemies of life.

May you be well, Ms. Bai.

May the moonlight forever shine upon the stars.

"You should all be my wings, my children."

Elune vanished into the moonlight, and she whispered:

"I invite you to join Diakum in the final salvation of Anser, for only when the sun and moon shine together will those past tragedies find true rest. I assure you, the gentlest moonlight will forever illuminate the stars."

Look.

They are about to determine a victor; praise the sun!

(End of this chapter)