Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 761, Section 39. Have you ever seen a cosmic-level "rejuvenation technique"? If not, you're in luck today - Bonus Chapter [55]

(Bonus chapter for changes in word count [5/5])
The warriors summoned to defend the Star Soul Secret Palace are all elites of their respective races, and those who have survived this intensity have at least several hundred demon heads in their hands.

At this moment, everyone on the Silithus battlefield is a "demon-slaying hero"!
But no matter how they killed, no matter how fiercely they killed, the tide of demons in front of them did not decrease.

Fortunately, the Shadowlands' warlords kept sending their elite death minions into this meat grinder, the angels of the High Heavens patrolled the area, and the main force of the Savior Swarm was outlaying from the outside; otherwise, the Star Soul Palace would have collapsed long ago.

The saviors will be exhausted, but they must set an example.

Kael'thas, wielding Flame Strike, severed the head of a succubus, then turned and unleashed a ball of fiery phoenix, drawing upon his mana.

Every bone in his body was trembling. His empty mana pool could no longer release even a single spell, but seeing that the white soldiers in the distance had been trapped by several scorched hounds, Kai grabbed the mana bottle at his waist and swallowed it in large gulps.

He knew that frequent use of magic potions in a short period of time would have terrible side effects on an arcanist, and might even rekindle his magic addiction.

But what time is it now!

For addiction to resurface, he must survive today.

The bitter magic potion provided some spellcasting resources, allowing Kael'thas to precisely unleash a storm of flames.

The moment the fiery storm mixed with Sulfuras's fire erupted, it dragged the two scorched hounds into burning agony. The white soldier, wielding a sharp blade in each hand, charged forward like an eagle, unleashing a scarlet slash amidst a hoarse roar, and slaying the two massive hounds right there.

The sword Salamani in his hand was very docile. In this deadly battle, it finally achieved perfect harmony with its wielder and was willing to bestow its power upon the young Varian.

The reason why Bai Zu could slaughter demons here as easily as drinking water was certainly not just because he was exceptionally talented.

Look at this battlefield. Anyone who can thrive here must have some serious skills.
Therefore, the white pawns' death battle today is actually "cheating".

The ancient rage from Goldrinn inspired him, making Varian, whose eyes were bloodshot, feel no fatigue. He scanned his surroundings like a wolf, and after killing his opponents, he didn't stop, leaping into the midst of the demons besieging Lothar. He swung his blood-red windmill and drove the demons back.

Losa is in very poor condition right now.

He delivered the Holy Sword of Stromkar to the Arathi Empire, now wielding his wife's Holy Sword of Tokalal. His ancestor Thoradin walked alongside him, and of the Iron Horse Knights who had followed him, less than a squad remained.

They were retreating towards the Star Soul Palace, but the demons clearly weren't planning to let this big fish go.

Seeing that more and more demons were attacking from all sides, completely blocking the way back to the temple, Lothar grinned, glanced one last time in the direction of Stromgarde, and then, taking advantage of Varian's retreat, punched the boy on the forehead.

The Paladin's Secret Technique, Repentance, quickly put the already exhausted Varian into a deep sleep.

"Take him back!"

Lothar took the elven sword from Varian's hand, swung it around, and with a gentle pull, the sword offered its power to this valiant soul, transforming into two swords that the emperor held in his hands.

He nodded in satisfaction and said to his guards:
“Varian Wrynn is my chosen successor to the Empire. The Guardians of the Empire’s four borders will support Varian’s succession. These demons are after me. I’ll stay here and hold them off! Do not linger at the Temple of the Star Soul. Find Khadgar and send you back to Stromgarde.”

If it's still there.
Please tell my wife that I may not live to see the day our child is born. When Varian wakes up, tell him not to do anything foolish.

What I left him was not honor.

After this great war, the world will need at least fifty years to recover, and I simply left that difficult responsibility to this child.

I hope he can forgive me.

Let's go!

For the sake of the empire's legacy, I command you to protect him as you would protect me!

"His Majesty!"

The Iron Horse Knights were originally loyal and brave men who followed Lothar in fighting the Greenskins. Loyalty was just their basic morality, but now they were facing this choice, which caused these paladins unbearable pain.

But looking at the hordes of demons surging forward like a dark tide, they knew they had to make a decision now.

"For the glory of Stromka!"

The Iron Horse Knights roared, calling upon the Holy Light. Soon, two sword-wielding Archangels descended from the sky, opening a path for the Lightbringers to break through. Behind them, a great demon charged forward from where Lothar was, only to be met with a solar storm from Emperor Thoradin and then slain by Lothar's Judgment of Ash.

Wielding twin blades and wearing a crown, he took the initiative to kill enemies amidst the roar of demonic blood dripping from his tattered lion armor.

Lothar had no idea how many demons he had killed, and he no longer cared about that now.

In the radiance of holy light, he activated the Heart of Azeroth for the last time, granting himself the blessing of the World Mother. Like an unstoppable chariot, he swept across the land, slaughtering the demons until they were utterly defeated.

But one person's strength is ultimately limited.

As Lothar slew a fel lord, the great demon Ereduin, who fell from behind, struck him in the back with the Blade of Doom. The spurt of blood caused the emperor's attack to halt, and he was then bitten on the left leg by a hellhound.

Holy light burned, representing Lothar's determination. However, as he crushed the hellhound's head, the warhammer carved with skulls came crashing down from the front, striking Lothar squarely in the face.

The emperor was sent flying.

The world spun around him at that moment, and when he landed, even his blood-stained crown flew off.

But when he felt the blade coming down, the old man rolled away to dodge, then threw his sword to kill the demon. As he tried to get up, he was pierced through from behind by a demonic halberd.

"what!"

The emperor cried out in pain.

He turned around and killed the demon, but the next second more demonic blades came stabbing at him.

When the beams of reward that had enveloped the demons dissipated with satisfaction, only the corpse of a human emperor, his body riddled with broken blades, remained.

Lothar maintained his slashing motion until the very last moment, but the light in his eyes had completely dimmed.

This scene was captured by Khadgar, who had just sent Varian back to Stromgarde. The archmage was filled with grief and indignation. Ignoring his exhaustion, he teleported out to bring Lothar's body back. However, when he arrived at the place where the emperor had fallen, he saw Garona and Shaw fighting against the hellhounds that were trying to eat Lothar.

There was also a group of orcs here.

"Pah, coward!"

Kargath, with his hands firmly gripping the brutal blade, looked like someone pulled from a pool of blood.

This green-skinned creature looked as if it had taken a bath in demonic blood, yet it could still move swiftly and deadly among the demons, killing its enemies. Upon seeing Khadgar approach, this foul-mouthed fellow cursed:

“Lothar’s head should have been mine, but your emperor was so weak that he died at the hands of a demon. How laughable! Hmph, take him and get out of here. Don’t disturb my fun.”

"You son of a bitch!"

Such blasphemous words about the dead made Khadgar grab his Atiesh staff, ready to give the orc a good beating, but Garona held his wrist down. The orc gave him a tired and forlorn look, signaling him not to interfere and to take the emperor's body away as soon as possible.

Before she and Shaw arrived, Kargath had been guarding the remains of Emperor Lothar here.

This green-skinned guy has a foul mouth, but he's actually a very reliable ally.

As Khadgar prepared the teleportation spell, he glanced at the silent Shaw and noticed that the severely burned Shaw was fighting with a different dagger in his hand.

If he remembers correctly, this dagger should belong to...
"Grandma Shaw is dead."

Garona whispered:

"Just a dozen minutes ago, in order to protect Shaw, she was burned to ashes by a pit lord's evil fire. She could have dodged it, but between her life and Shaw's life, she chose the latter."

Don't wear that foolish mournful expression; we've remembered the features of that Abyss Lord!

The young assassins will repay the sacrifices of their predecessors with even greater ambitions. We will avenge the leader of the Shadow Walkers, no matter where we go, that demon and all the other demons must die!

"Too many people have already died."

Khadgar said sadly.

He didn't even dare to think about how many of his friends would survive after today, or how long it would take for the world to recover after today's disaster.

He tried not to think about it, because the battle wasn't over yet.

"buzz"

The portal's light flashed and disappeared in an instant; the emperor's remains were taken away, leaving Kargath alone to fight to the death.

His Shattered Hand Abyss has transformed into countless meteors that have crashed down upon the world, conservatively estimated to have killed at least hundreds of thousands of demons, and his demon slayers are probably all dead by now.

But it doesn't really matter.

Anyway, they've gathered together to kill demons, and right now, is there a better battlefield than Azeroth?

However, I should probably have retreated with those guys.
Kargath glanced at his wounds. As one of the most outstanding gladiators, he knew he was not going to survive, but it didn't matter.

He is today's "champion"!
Undisputed champion!
No warrior on this battlefield could match his glorious slaughter. If this were a gladiatorial contest, even the Supreme Star Soul would applaud his exquisite, art-like killing skills!
Ha, what an honor! *Boom!*

A chilling storm erupted behind Kargath after he had killed another Morgok, and as Kargath watched wearily and bewildered, a black battle banner was thrown out of the storm of death first.

It landed with a thud and took root.
Then a tremendous spiritual power erupted, summoning the surrounding dead to rise and form new warriors.

After all this had happened, a tall figure leisurely walked out carrying a warhammer covered in blood.

"Hey, Kargath, you're still alive? You bastard, you've been holding on pretty long."

The Black Hand Chieftain shouted:
"I just came from the other side and collected Durotan's body."

I was thinking that I needed some powerful brothers to conquer Maldraxxus with me. I was also thinking of forming a special undead army to hunt down demons in the material world in the name of the Chosen Ones.

See how good I am to you? I specially reserved the position of leader of the assassins for you, just like when you worked under me back then.

correct!

Isn't this battle flag awesome?

He then swung his warhammer and killed several demons, patting his beloved battle banner as he said:

"Can you hear the wailing coming from inside? That's our old friend Gul'dan! You know, I cut that bastard into 999 pieces, and I'll hear his wailing every time I go to war. Hey, that's a good omen for victory."

Blackhand, still chattering incessantly, dragged his warhammer and fought his way through the battlefield, then strolled leisurely to Kargath, who was leaning against a pile of rubble.

He reached out and patted the now lifeless, foul-mouthed gladiator, his body riddled with broken blades and nearly drained of blood, and said:

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes. You'll definitely like that place, so stop sleeping! Get up and keep fighting!"

The Marquis of Souls, his fingers covered in sinister psychic power, slapped Kargath across the face. A moment later, the gladiator champion moved his body as if he had just woken up.

He glanced at the black hand and said in a hoarse voice:

"I just saw an awesome gladiator arena."

"Hmm, that's the Theater of Mourning, the most powerful arena in the entire universe! Only the most insane necromancers can seize glory there, and only the most powerful death warriors can possibly turn it into their own territory."

But no one who reigns supreme at the Theater of Mourning ever lives more than three months, for Maldraxxus always produces gladiators far more ferocious, brutal, and ruthless than they ever were.

The black hand said with a smile:
"Once we brothers have made Maldraxxus our own territory, I will grant you the Theater of Mourning."

"Hey! Black Hand!"

A hoarse roar echoed from above the area, followed by a shout as Lightforged Garrosh, riding a griffin, leaped down with his battle axe, unleashing his fury upon landing and crushing the hellhounds.

But when he got up, he stumbled, clearly weakened by the exertion he had exerted in the chaotic battle.

Little Roar, supporting himself with his battle axe, shouted to Chief Blackhand:
"You! You've seen Grom over there?"

"That's your dad! Ah, young people these days have absolutely no manners!"

The black hand turned his head and said in an unfriendly tone:

"Get out of here, you living being! You have no right to ask me about the mysteries of the world of the dead. If you insist on knowing, then offer the head of the one who brought you 999 demons as the price for your question. Otherwise, I can only invite you to become a member of the Soul Selection Academy."

With your talent, you might even become a baron.

"Tell him."

Kargath, who had just become a necromancer but whose adaptability was astonishing, moved his body, sensing the psychic power within him, and said:

"Otherwise, he might really have died. Worry is fatal for a soldier."

"Alright alright."

The black hand cursed angrily:

"Grom didn't go to the Shadowlands. He was burned to death by your broken axe, his soul and body were destroyed, do you understand? However, I still don't understand the principle behind our orcs' unique 'ancestral spirits'."

The Lord of Soldiers told me that the spirits of the ancestors exist differently from other dead beings. They do not exist forever in the Shadow Realm, but rather form a special death covenant in the 'gap' between death and reality in a unique way.

So, if you're lucky enough, little brat, you might see your father and grandfather in the Warsong Clan's ancestral lands someday!

When the time comes, remember to give my regards to poor Grom; Maldraxxus is definitely less fun without him.

Besides, you already owe me 999 demon heads, so why aren't you going to fight?

"You really want to pay with your life?"

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"The fleet is approaching Azeroth! A massive, countless, uncountable number of demonic reactions have been detected! This world is teeming with demons! By the Holy Light, under such a terrifying intensity of invasion, Azeroth still has warriors resisting?"
What do people in this world eat to grow up?

Do children have to gnaw on hellhound heads every day?

The massive fleet of the Holy Light Legion had already arrived in the ring orbit around Azeroth. Admiral Sphrax, who had been transferred to the Tempest Keep flagship carrying the Titan Soul, was too lazy to say anything more to the "making a fuss" commander.

She stood in front of the navigation console and said to Old Man Hatton, who was already in a wheelchair beside her, covered in injuries and looking like a candle flickering in the wind:
"I don't even need to guess to know how bad the situation in Azeroth has become. Even with the help of the forces of death and the High Heavens, the living forces in that world have been suppressed to an extremely dangerous level."

In addition to our current orbital artillery bombardment and support for the ground landings, I would also like to ask Lady Eonar to use her life-giving grace to heal and bless all beings in Azeroth.

They must hold out until the demons recede.

Old Man Hatton nodded.

His eyes were somewhat cloudy as he held a unique tree seed in his hand, seemingly communicating with the Titan soul carried on the spaceship.

Judging from his excessively aged and mentally unstable state, this exploration to deep space was not smooth sailing. Old Man Hatton was an ancient Eredar, a true immortal, but he was now...
"She's here!"

Amid cheers from the command post, Sphrax looked up and saw a phantom Titan appear in the starry sea ahead of the fleet.

That was Lady Ionar, the Oathbinder of Life.

She was very weak, but seemed to feel compassion for the horrors of this demonic war. So, with a gentle wave of her starlight-forged fingers, a cosmic-level rejuvenation spell was cast on the star before her.

In an instant, a spring breeze arose, followed by a gentle downpour that swept across every inch of the world where war had spread.

The green specks of light fell with the torrential rain, sprinkling on the soldiers and surprising them by finding that their fatigue vanished and their wounds healed without medicine.

The trees and forests seemed to be summoned as well. They pulled out their roots, opened their eyes, and awakened in the emerald tide of the world's natural forces. Together with the beasts infused with fighting spirit, they pounced on the nearest demon.

At Ionar's summons, the Life faction also joined this chaotic battle of the Force.

More importantly, the moment Eonar arrived in Azeroth, the World Tree, which had been killed by Aman'Thul, "awakened" once again beneath the earth of Un'Goro Crater.

Amidst the cheers and exclamations of the mysterious Haraniel elves, the roots of the World Tree pierced the ground of the crater, growing into a colossal spectacle that blotted out the sky in just a few seconds. Its awakening was like the core of a pulsating rhythm, drawing the celestial body, now filled with the power of death, back into the blessing of life.

The expression of this blessing is obscure.

But generally speaking, it is the opposite of death.

Mass resurrection
No, a world-class life recovery!

This was merely a necessary miracle for the true god who held the power of arcane arts and life.

Therefore, outside the Star Soul Temple, under the dumbfounded gazes of the crowd who looked like drowned rats, Lothar, whose body was riddled with broken blades, coughed and opened his eyes.

He came back to his senses.

With the curtain of life and death shattered and the cycle of life and death disrupted, he was pulled back from the other side of death by the healing personally bestowed by the Titan's soul.

Before the emperor could react, several people rushed towards him.

They embraced Lothar, tears of joy streaming down their faces, while the Emperor grinned, feeling the power surging within him, and exclaimed:

"What are you crying for! Get a knife, let's keep fighting!"

On the other side, Kargath stared expressionlessly at the warriors who had just died and been resurrected, while the gladiator turned to look at the Blackhand Warchief beside him, who was jumping up and down and cursing the Titans for meddling.

他 说:

"So, if you hadn't dragged me to my death just now, I would be alive now. You bastard! How are you going to compensate me?"

Ps:

This concludes the bonus chapter. Currently, there are 20 chapters owed.
Next bonus chapter: August 8.6th.
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