Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 803, Section 16: A wanderer need only utter a call, and his hometown will stride towards him.
Time passed by minute by minute.

The dawn that seemed so long it would never come finally arrived.

Ten minutes before dawn, starships of the Lightforged Fleet and the Restoration Fleet had already filled the aether-filled deep space throughout the Azeroth region, especially in orbits near Azeroth and Draenor.

Even the orcs brought out the two hunter ships they had captured with the help of the Illidari.

Fortunately, the number of Mag'har warriors is small, and even with the addition of the armies of Arakkoa, Forest Elves, and Khajiit, the two hunter ships are more than enough to carry them. The only problem is that Little Roar, who was just appointed "Magahar Khan" a few days ago, is not entirely confident in his good brother's "ship-driving" skills.

"Can you do it?"

In the command room of the hunter ship "Hellroar", Growl watched with great unease as Yorin Deadeye busied himself at the control panel.

To be precise, the Khan's unease actually stemmed from the fact that Yorin actually needed to look at his notes from when he was learning to pilot a starship from the demon hunters in order to issue one command after another.

This is not a typical case of being a "jack of all trades, master of none"!

If it were just Little Howl on the spaceship, he wouldn't mind taking a spontaneous trip to the Star Sea with his good brother. The main problem is that the ship is currently carrying all the elites of the Mag'har orc kingdom. If something happens during landing, the orc civilization will really be doomed.

"Shut up! Don't disturb me while I'm piloting the starship. If you keep talking nonsense and something goes wrong, it's your fault!"

Yolin Deadeye is under a lot of pressure right now.

Even though he was a top-tier "wise man" among the orcs and had interned for several months on the Illidari's hunting ships, he was still a bit lost when it came to actually doing it himself.

While scolding Xiaohou to shut up, he issued a series of instructions according to his notes.

"It's not that difficult."

Watching the Hellroar advance to the correct coordinates and enter shutdown waiting mode under his command, following the instructions from Admiral Sphrax's command post, Jorin wiped the sweat from his face and couldn't help but feel smug.

But before he could even enjoy his triumph for more than three minutes, a message from a nearby Eredar starship was read aloud by a Blood Ring Clan messenger.

"Captain Yuna of the flagship of our hunter fleet, the 'Baal,' inquired why the Hellroar's lower deck landing gear was not retracted. In addition, she was also wondering why our starship delivery hatch was open?"
Are we about to airdrop soldiers onto the ground now?

"Uh"

Yolin broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

While frantically directing his subordinates to make corrections, he coughed a few times and said to the communications officer:

"Replying to the esteemed Captain Yuna, this ship is testing whether the various functions of the starship can be successfully activated."

"It's enough!"

Xiao Hou, sitting on the observation seat above the command chair, could no longer hold back.

He placed his hand on the battle axe that was strapped to his seat and rebuked:

"When did you learn to make such pointless excuses? To be honest, I feel very uneasy on the ship you command. I don't want to die in a stupid plane crash."

Garrosh was genuinely uneasy.

He even grabbed the two amulets hanging around his neck and prayed to the spirits of his ancestors. The two amulets bore the marks of the Frostwolf Clan and the Blackrock Clan respectively, and it was obvious from which they were gifts.

This is actually a big problem for Xiao Hou, but he is trying his best not to think about it. After all, only by coming back alive can he deal with those emotional matters that are giving him a headache.

The thought of spending his life in the power struggle between Gaiara and Griselda gave Xiaohou a strange feeling at that moment.

Or perhaps I should just die in the war on Argus.

He was quite adept at dealing with demons, but when faced with the entanglement of two women, he was truly at a loss.

"Five minutes until dawn!"

The starship's communicator loudly relayed direct orders from Fleet Commander-in-Chief Admiral Sphrax, while Blood Ring Clan warlocks broadcast the news in their raspy voices to every compartment and area of ​​the starship:

"Admiral Sphrax, the fleet commander of the War of Reconquest, announced to all commanders and warriors that the Eredar civilization's war to reconquer its lost homeland is about to begin!"
The general, on behalf of the Eredar, thanked all allies for their assistance in this battle and wished them a memorable victory on the land of Argus.

Our forces will enter the battlefield in five minutes. At that time, each fleet should proceed to its designated combat zone according to the original plan.

I'll emphasize this one last time!
All the starships and warriors had only one mission: to assist the Titan Soul in placing a series of Titan devices on Argus as quickly as possible.

That was the first phase of the operation. Once all the equipment was in place, and the ground forces were to break through the Burning Legion's main base in the material world, 'Antorus, the Burning Throne', all warriors had to return to their respective starships and leave the surface of Argus as quickly as possible.

With this, the second phase of the operation came to an end.

If all goes well, the war will end within forty-eight hours.

Finally, Admiral Sphrax wanted to express her feelings to all her fellow Eredar who had fought in the war. She wanted to tell them that when we left our homeland, we promised that we would return to that beautiful yet sorrowful land.

Today, the world's vows will be fulfilled!
The Eredar will reclaim their homeland, and the exiles will reclaim their heritage!
In the name of Argus and the Stars, may this battle be a great victory, and may the warriors return in triumph!

Communication ended.

As the Blood Ring Orcs shouted, they themselves were drawn into this strange emotion.

The Blood Ring Clan also lost their ancestral lands during the Warring Horde's rampage, their chieftain died, and their young chieftain was forced to flee. Therefore, having experienced the same hardships, they can indeed empathize with the Eredar.

The Blood Ring clans lost their homeland for less than half a year, but the Eredar had lost Argus for over 20,000 years. Their pain and despair were undoubtedly tens of thousands of times greater than that of the Blood Ring orcs.

"If it were us"

Xiaohou sighed and said:
"If we were banished from Draenor and forced into exile in the stars, could we have persevered for over 20,000 years like them? After more than 20,000 years of exile and division, could we, like them, reunite because of a vow and dedicate everything to the restoration of our homeland?"

"We can't do it; the orc civilization has clearly not reached that level yet."

Jolin put on his orc-style captain's hat, gazed at the hundreds of starships of various types standing densely packed in the starry sky, and said:

"But that is undoubtedly the direction we should learn from and move forward in. However, I am really curious about what will happen in five minutes."
Five minutes later, we headed towards the battlefield. Could it be that the Vigilant suddenly appeared and used a massive phase collapse to send us to the other side of the starry sky?

Wow, that sounds pretty exciting!

"Hmph, I'd say Argus might just appear out of nowhere!"

Xiaohou joked:
"Fighting on demon territory is never as comfortable as fighting on your own. If Argus could appear in this sea of ​​stars, everyone would have a home-field advantage. Unfortunately, this is destined to remain just my fantasy."

Even a god like the Vigilant couldn't send a world across the stars in an instant.

The same question was being discussed on almost every fully staffed starship, not just by the orcs, humans, or elves who were invited to assist in the war, but even by the Eredar themselves.

But for some rather wise clans, whose very existence is symbolized by wisdom, the answer to the question is already obvious.

"If the wormhole was created by the phase collapse of the starry sea, it would have been impossible for us to bring the Sunwell floating island along with it."

Ms. Vera was dressed in her finest attire today.

It was actually the same outfit she wore when she left Argus over 20,000 years ago. The Dean had preserved it meticulously, and she would surely wear it again on the day she returned home, considering it an essential ritual for academics. At this moment, the Dean, along with her faculty and outstanding students, were in the central teaching hall of the Arcane Academy, activating the energy flow of the Sunwell itself to create a stable shield system for the floating islands within the Aetheric Sea.

Faced with her young witch apprentice's curious question, Ms. Vera pouted and said:

"You see, that show-off Margok has also brought out their still-unfinished Highmaul Keep. The spellcasters of Azeroth have also moved the floating island of Dalaran into the fleet as a 'war fortress' for the emperor's travels."

So here's the question, Jaina.

You should have completed your in-depth study of 'Introduction to Cosmology' a week ago, as I requested. Now, I ask you, is it truly possible for our semi-open magical nexus, lacking the internal stabilization mechanisms necessary for interstellar travel, to maintain absolute safety during wormhole travel?

"No! Impossible!"

The little witch immediately replied:

"This is practically sending everyone on the island to their deaths, so you mean that the so-called 'heading to the battlefield' will not involve any wormholes or interstellar teleportation, and what we are going to do is literally 'head to the battlefield'."

In other words, we will not go to Argus, but Argus will appear in the starry sky that we can reach by using magic to propel the floating island.
this.
That sounds unlikely, doesn't it?

"Hmm, your academic foundation is quite good, but your imagination is clearly not up to the standard expected of an outstanding arcanist. Imagination is an important quality that determines how far you can go. You must use your imagination from time to time to avoid your thinking becoming rigid."

Vera nodded in satisfaction, then said earnestly:

"Of course, I don't blame you for this misjudgment. After all, the internal documents of the 'Battle of Mardon' were only accessible to the Grand Consul and religious leaders within the Eredar system. Not everyone knew Diakum's true plan."

"Dean! Dawn is approaching, thirty seconds to go!"

Arthas, a distinguished student of the seminary dressed in knightly armor and with a holy book hanging at his waist, held a mechanical pocket watch with a distinctly religious style and called out to the dean:
"We should get ready."

"Yes, we should all be ready."

Vera leaned on the ancient crystal-forged staff from the ancient times of Argus. At her current level, she no longer needed such a low- to mid-level staff.

But as I said before, arcane mages should have their own necessary sense of ritual.

When she looked up, the vast sea of ​​stars had not changed, but in the Dean's eyes, which had become somewhat clouded after more than 20,000 years, what was reflected was a homeland world rushing towards the yearning wanderers.

"It's coming."

At this moment, on the land of Azeroth, in front of the Star Soul Temple in Silithus, Lord Argus stood up and hung the Eye of Aman'Thul, which he had just removed, on his chest as an ornament.

He swung his lightning blade, then gripped the Shield of Aggramar in his hand, and looked up at the starry sky above.

He said:

"The Destroyer has come, and He is roaring."

"Sargeras's wild dogs dare to bark?"

The voice of the Lord of Azeroth shouted:

"Beat it up! Take back what was taken from you, Argus. Today is a big day for you and all the other Star Souls. From this day forward, our race will raise our voice in the Star Sea."

So, keep your spirits up, don't embarrass yourself!

"Ah."

Lord Argus gathered his strength in place.

He needed to leap to his homeland the moment Argus arrived in this sea of ​​stars. Even for a star-soul, this was an extremely long distance. Therefore, Azeroth poured out its power of creation, enveloping its older brother to provide the impetus for its initial departure.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the starry sea, on the land of Argus.

On the battlefield of Nathrax Keep, where blood had already flowed like a river, Illidan expressionlessly slashed down several foolish demons that pounced on him, then turned around at a certain moment to look at the dim light flickering in the sky.

"Now, let's go home."

Diakum's gentle prompting rang in Illidan's ears, and Illidan activated the Sargerit Keystone he carried with him.

The irregular, dark green crystal in Illidan's hand continuously unleashed dangerous and unrestrained energy, this reusable spatial artifact being compressed and released to its extreme at this moment.

The moment the already confirmed landing point was activated, a terrifying, invisible energy wave, like a dark, gaping maw, transformed into an explosive wormhole, instantly spreading the chaotic spatial power to every part of the entire Argus planet.

The repentant ones who had followed Illidan into battle on the battlefield also turned back as if sensing something.

They saw a sky full of stars streaking across the sky in a bizarre and illogical way, as if millions of years of star shifts had occurred in just a few seconds, as if an entire galaxy had passed before their eyes, even giving them a dizzying feeling.

The same goes for demons.

They also felt the impact of that immense power on their minds, causing the frenzied battlefield to quiet down at that moment.

Until the moment the dizzying tremor dissipated, a scorching and dazzling light tore through the fel clouds that had shrouded Argus for years, illuminating the dawn of the new world in the darkness that had lasted for over 20,000 years.

The repentant elder gaped open at that moment.

The shattered bone staff slipped silently from his hand, and his apprentices and fellow countrymen, and even all the demons on the battlefield of Nasarax Fortress, were just as shocked as he was.

All because they saw that enormous fleet shining in the sea of ​​stars was sailing towards them, bathed in the light of dawn.

This was all because they saw wanderers who had been away from their hometowns for tens of thousands of years shouting joyfully as they looked back at their homeland, expressing their desire for a reunion.

All because they saw the giant of the star sea leaping out from the distant blue celestial body. Entangled by the power of creation, it descended like a god from the heavens, crossing the sea of ​​ethereal stars and falling towards its homeland.

Amidst the majestic chants, the gates of the highest heavens quietly emerged from the starlight. As Kazzak, with a look of nostalgia on his face, once again sounded the horn of war for heaven, the heavy golden gates roared open, and then light filled the sky like a waterfall.

The distant howls of wolves echoed at the edge of the battlefield. The Black Wolf God was eager to join in the fun, and thus, its pack was the first to set foot on the land of Argus as allies.

Of course, there are also the greenskins who have been terribly harmed by the demon blood.

Although they are not members of the Covenant of Kourei, they are children of Draenor, and their own world's will yearns for revenge today, so they too must fulfill their oath.

"They...they're back."

At that moment, the repentant elder knelt down as if he had lost all his strength.

Amidst his tearful shouts and tearing, the tattered cloak was ripped open, revealing the faded and tattered garrison commander's battle flag sewn inside.

He held it high.

As the starships Baal and Exodar streaked across the Argus sky, he roared and raised the ancient battle flag he had preserved high.

25,000 years ago
Finally, they came back.

(End of this chapter)