Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 790, Part 3: The Blessing of Azeroth - The Day the Lightforged Clan Was Founded

The Origin Engine is the most important facility and the largest device in the Unified Field of Everything.

The Tolvir built a huge temple on this thing, but the area of ​​that temple was only about one-tenth the size of the Origin Engine buried deep underground.

When this thing was pulled from underground to the surface by the three Titan Souls, it was like a huge metal mountain had appeared in the Uldum Desert. It could not even be transported by starship. Even though the Storm Fortress-class flagship could contain it after opening up the internal storage compartments and making modifications, the rhythm of the primordial energy caused various interference problems during transportation.

Diakum invited Aegwynn to use the Scepter of Sargeras to send him directly to the Eredar planet where the Unifying Field of All Things was stored, but the fearless Aegwynn had some unusual doubts.

"Its interference is too strong, Diakum."

Unlike the others, Aegwynn did not use honorifics when addressing Dick. Even though she knew that a god was standing in front of her, Aegwynn still chose to communicate with Dick in the same manner as before, which made the Vigilant very comfortable.

He listened patiently to Aegwynn's explanation.

The Protoss representative, holding the Scepter of Sargeras, shook his head and said:
"The primordial power contained within it will overflow if disturbed even slightly; just look at the terrain of Uldum, Silithus, and Tanaris to see how deadly this overflow can be."

While the Scepter of Sargeras can maximize the stability of the spatial rift during teleportation, there is no guarantee that it will not remain calm upon landing for some reason.

But this is not a problem with Sargeras' scepter.

This is my problem.

Aegwynn stroked her staff and said quite calmly:

"My understanding of the universe is limited to the perspective of mortals, and my exploration of the truth of the spatial system is restricted by my life form. If another spellcaster who is more outstanding than me in this regard is responsible for the transmission, then it is highly likely that the safe arrival of the Origin Engine can be ensured."

I mean, the teleportation could be carried out personally by the Platinum Titan Norgannon, or if you could get our 'Supreme' Queen to spare some time, she could achieve the same effect with her mastery of the wondrous cipher sequences.”

"Such humility is not like you."

Dick said in surprise:

"Knowing you as I do, even if there's only a one in ten chance of success, you'll still try it once you're fully prepared. You always say that confidence is an essential virtue for an outstanding arcanist."

"But I know what this thing means to you."

Aegwynn shrugged and joked:

"Even the gods can't conjure up a second Origin Engine, and I don't want to offend the Eredar people in the star-sea that are still arriving in Draenor and Azeroth because of my confidence."

If my actions cause problems with your restoration plan, I guarantee that even if you are generous enough to pardon me, I will still die tragically one night from the assassination attempt of an enraged and extremely disappointed Eredar extremist. So, if there is a better solution, why take the risk?
I have also said before that striving to eliminate risks is also a virtue of an arcanist.

"Okay, okay, but actually this should be left to your son."

Dick said:
"Medivh received the gift of 'spacetime' from the Firstborn Cipher sequence. I personally witnessed him use a complex and powerful spacetime spell to send a Void Lesser God to my death. He is currently the one with the deepest understanding of the universe besides the Titan Soul."
Hmm, I get it, the little thoughts of a mortal.

You hope to use this method to gain Medivh a very high reputation among the Eredar.

"You cunning witch, you want my people to owe your son a tremendous favor!"

"Alas, the hearts of parents are always full of love and worry."

Aegwynn did not deny it, and the Star Soul spokesperson sighed and said:

"Madwin's life is destined to be exciting, but that also means that he will inevitably encounter dangers that will drag him into a desperate situation when he travels in the starry sea. If we can make contact with the most powerful civilization in the starry sea in the next era in advance, at least my son can summon a fleet to help him when he faces despair."

So, esteemed guardian, would you be willing to bestow this favor upon my child?

"You'd have to ask me if I'd do my two old friends a favor, and the answer is, of course."

Diakum waved his hand and said:
"But this is not something the Warriors of Light should discuss in the sunlight, so I stopped getting involved. I trust Medivh will be able to get this big guy to where he belongs."

Ah, it's almost time for us to come down this time.

The High Heaven is calling my return. The time for those angels and holy spirits to hear the wondrous teachings of the Dawn is approaching. I must work overtime tonight to personally compile the deeds of the leaders of the People of Light who were canonized for their meritorious service in the Holy War of the Blazing Sun and have them engraved on the reliefs of the High Heaven.

No one ever told me that life after becoming a god would be just as busy.

“But you clearly enjoy it, and it makes you feel much better than if you were to take up arms and go to fight and kill. My friend, you are a pacifist at heart. You have power but you are unwilling to abuse it.”

Aegwynn offered a small compliment, but before leaving, she reminded him:

"Perhaps you should use your last moments to visit Stormwind. I've heard that your adopted daughter is facing a rather delicate 'invitation' there from your old comrade-in-arms, Anduin Lothar."

This may determine the future course of Ms. Lyland's life.

As a father, you should occasionally use your life experience to help your daughter handle important life events.

"thanks for reminding."

Diakum raised an eyebrow, then vanished in a flash of light in the sun-drenched Uldum desert. About thirty minutes later, a robust, bald man wearing a traveler's cloak strolled through the desolate desert.

Zovar raised his eyes from beneath his cloak, gazing at the majestic and sacred Origin Engine before him.

He sighed, then took a drawing board from his waist and stood it under the blazing sun, determined to record this scene as a note in his "travel journal".

Considering that this guy needs to travel across the stars to find his "truth of salvation," and that he has spent several months without being able to leave the southern desert of Kalimdor, the time when Zovar returns to the land of the dead to die is estimated to be at least a thousand or ten thousand years away.

But how to say it?

Whether it was him, the Lord of War, or the Queen of Winter, they probably didn't take this matter to heart.

That is the end, and the end will inevitably come.

It's just a matter of time.

For these individuals who once gazed upon the world as "true gods," time is the most meaningless thing.

Meanwhile, Diakum quietly landed in the sunlight at Northshire Abbey outside Stormwind, which is now a true holy site of faith.

Not only do the people of the Empire who believe in the Holy Light come here to seek salvation and blessings, but even explorers from Arathi Basin in the Storm Sea and sunwalkers from Quel'Thalas come here to seek enlightenment.

During the Demon Wars, Northshire Abbey was a key target area, so almost all of its buildings needed to be rebuilt.

When Diakum arrived, the monastery had just completed its main structure with the help of those enthusiastic and selfless pilgrims. They were leveling the battlefield land, intending to build a sufficiently sacred and magnificent hermitage for the monastery to house the pilgrims who had traveled from afar.

This is real hard labor.

But the pilgrims did not feel oppressed or deceived. They sang hymns and worked together, regardless of social status or race. Even the spellcasters did not use magic to complete the construction, but instead used their own hands to show their devotion to their faith, together with the other believers.

The pastors of the Church of Holy Light brought them free food and water, as well as the day's discussions of faith by the ascetics and some ideas of holy light from beyond the heavens. The sharing of this knowledge made the seekers extremely happy.

During their short break, they sat together in coarse linen clothes, eating and sharing their thoughts.

What a beautiful picture of faith! Diakum nodded repeatedly as he watched.

The vigilant enjoys this scene of "everyone holding hands and singing praises," even though they know it's impossible, it's always good to have something to look forward to.

Therefore, Diakum also spent some time posing as a pilgrim to join them, share a simple lunch with them, discuss doctrine with them, and finally form a small-scale sermon.

The Lord of Dawn's profound understanding of the Holy Light was explained in a simple and accessible way, captivating the pilgrims. It even alerted Naruvolos, who was stationed there. Volos glanced in their direction and was nearly blinded by the divine light emanating from Diakum. Pretending not to see anything, he secretly instructed his chief priest to record the Lord of Dawn's sermon for use as the main content at next month's grand gathering of believers.

This is how faith is spread.

In this starry sea where power exists on its own, true churches rarely proselytize, because faith itself will draw those who are lost to the path that can offer salvation. Only cultists with guilty consciences are more eager to use words to lure the ignorant into joining them.

It's like how anglerfish use that little bit of light to lure their prey into a trap.

The principle is the same.

But the moment Diakum finished his sermon, he suddenly remembered why he had come. He was momentarily embarrassed and quickly ran to the hermitage in the valley where he had once lived to find his daughter.

As a result, upon entering the courtyard, they heard some sounds that the Warriors of Light should not have heard.
This made Diakum wear a helpless expression, like an old father.

Sigh, the kids have grown up and have their own ideas now. What haven't these 20,000-year-old travelers seen?

He doesn't need to remind him of these things.

Adhering to the principle of not looking at what is improper, the old father Diakum sealed off his five senses and summoned a stone of faith from the highest heaven in the courtyard filled with fallen leaves. Holding a light-forged chisel, he began to carve proverbs and historical records for the sacrificed people of light who had been canonized.

Only after the first story was almost finished was Lyran and Eredas, who had indulged themselves a little, left the house hand in hand, ready to go to Goldshire to forage for food, feeling satisfied and tired.

When the two "young people" opened the door, they were dumbfounded.

A radiant light gathered in the hermitage where the two were temporarily residing. Exaggerated reflections of the Holy Spirit would occasionally appear in the light, like the sound of chanting echoing in the surrounding stream. A golden archangel, holding a weapon, stood majestically beside the vigilant who was engrossed in carving the epic, not allowing any ignorant person to disturb this sacred matter.

"Fuck!"

Leilan swore.

She didn't know when her adoptive father had come down from the sky, but judging from the stone chips that had fallen around the Stone of Faith, Diakum must have been there for a long time.

The great traveler blushed so deeply that his face turned bright red at the thought of his recent indulgence with Eredas.

Iredas was also in a difficult position, having to endure Lyran constantly pinching his flesh from behind. He could only bow with a bitter face as he stepped into the light, which alerted the Watchers.

The latter glanced at him coldly, making Eredas tremble.

When are you planning to get married?

Diakum asked:

“Although our race has its own national conditions, your identities are special after all, and these things must be explained.”

"Well, our homeland has not yet been liberated, and we have no right to put our own enjoyment before our great cause."

Iredas straightened his back and answered seriously:

“But I swear to the Most High God, Vigilant, that after we return to our homeland of Argus, I will marry your daughter with the most magnificent ceremony.”

"You better be."

Diakum snorted, stood up, brushed the stone dust off his clothes, letting the specks of light dissipate in the wind, then looked at Lyran, who was looking down, and sighed helplessly:
"I heard that you faced a major life decision, so I came to see you."

Since I awoke in Draenor, you have been a very independent person and have rarely needed me to intervene in your life as a 'father'. But if you really need help, remember to call on your foster father.

Although we are not related by blood, you and Marlaad were already my children when my sworn brother Mardelan entrusted you to me.

"Well, I think you should worry more about my brother instead of me."

Leilan complained:
"He always went on patrol with Irene, and although he said it was a superior showing concern for his subordinate, everyone knew that the two of them were actually dating. But the problem is, Irene is only a little over a hundred years old."

According to our tradition, she is not yet an adult.

So, sir, you wouldn't want your eldest son to become a notorious pedophile, would you? He'd surely be beaten to death by his old-fashioned compatriots.

"."

The guard looked embarrassed.

He couldn't very well tell the meddlesome Lyran that his great-uncle and Yrel were the "official couple," and that he, a poor wretch who hadn't even appeared in the main story, shouldn't be trying to play matchmaker.

"Okay, I did run into some trouble."

Leland stood in the yard, rubbing her temples, and complained to her elderly father:

“That Lothar invited me to establish a new Eredar Starsea Clan on the Eastern Continent. The Emperor, having heard about our clan’s current traditions from somewhere, believes that the Eredar have done so much for Azeroth, and the world should give back to us. So he plans to award the Empire’s ‘Certificates of Honor’ to those who are willing to follow me to settle in Azeroth.”

This was to ensure the various rights of the Eredar people living in the Sdomka Empire.

The invitation from Lothar was already a headache, but... I didn't expect this to be just the beginning.

The great traveler sighed, took out six invitation letters of different styles and designs from his baggage, and said to his father:

"Quel'Thalas, the Zandalari Empire, Ironforge, Darkhearth, and even the Kaldorei have all extended invitations to me. The whole world welcomes our people to settle here, but I can't make up my mind."

You know, I just wanted to be an ordinary traveler, recording the stories of the starry sea.

"However, this is necessary."

Iredas drew a triangular holy symbol on his chest, grasped Lyran's hand, and softly advised:
"The Eredar will leave a settlement in every world that welcomes us. That does not represent aggression or intent, but simply our deep connection with this world."

We used this method to find allies for the Holy Light, and now it has become a tradition for exiles.

Perhaps you should heed Azeroth's invitation and establish your own clan here. Even if we return to our homeland in the future, this deep bond will allow the Eredar and the people of Azeroth to maintain a good relationship.

"I can leave some Lightforged to live in Azeroth for a long time."

Diakum began by saying:

“Protecting the Supreme Star Soul is one of our duties. These Lightforged can operate in this world as ‘clans,’ and you and Eredas are qualified to serve as their Grand Archons.”

This is necessary.

"necessary?"

Leilan looked at her father in surprise.

She sensed a hidden meaning in the warden's words, but Diakum offered no explanation.

This concerns the succession of leadership among the Eredar in their homeland, and such matters are difficult to decide by appointment. However, if Lyran and Eredas truly have the opportunity to become the Eredar leaders of a certain era, then they should begin accumulating administrative experience now, otherwise they will find it difficult to gain the respect of the people in the future.

Moreover, the invitations from so many powerful forces already represent Mother World's welcome.

This can be considered a blessing and favor from Azeroth to the Eredar. If they do not know how to accept the goodwill of the Great Power, then they will probably have to endure the Great Power's torture.

(End of this chapter)