Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 804, Section 17. General Sargeras: Where is my Argus? Where did my huge Argus go?!
When Argus actually appeared in the starry sky directly in front of the fleet just like he had joked, Garrosh, who jumped up from his command chair, was completely dumbfounded.

Not only him, but probably most of the people in the entire fleet were dumbfounded.

The fleet's public communication channel fell eerily silent for a moment, as if a massive silencing spell had been cast.

Five or six seconds later, various shouts and screams began to ring out, but within minutes, the entire public channel was muted because Admiral Sphrax thought they were being too noisy.

As the joint commander of the Lightforged Fleet and the Restoration Fleet, the admiral was certainly aware of the general strategy of today's Restoration War.

She knew exactly how and where Argus would appear. If she didn't even know that, then why did she ask the fleet to form a formation that would allow them to enter the battlefield smoothly?
But she could understand the shock of the soldiers and commanders, so she generously gave them a minute to calm down before issuing a series of orders, instructing the entire fleet to immediately take up their combat positions according to their respective duties.

The fleet to which the Baal belonged was assigned to land in the Crokun region. As for the Exodar, as a direct force of the Saint Diakum, the Lightforged Chapter was not part of the fleet's mission system and could move freely as needed. This starship also chose Crokun as its landing site.

Although Diakum was not on the ship at the time, the Grand Consul of Hatton was.

The old governor came for this very reason, so the Exoda naturally had to satisfy the wishes of this distinguished governor. On the Exoda's navigation console, old Hutton, sitting in a wheelchair, was tightly clutching a jar.

That was a handful of soil he took from his hometown when he left Krokuen; it was his last spiritual sustenance over the past 20,000 years.

Upon returning to Crookun, Hatton was unusually excited.

He looked at the land ravaged by fel energy before him, a scene exactly like the apocalyptic landscape of the "tributary of fate" he had stumbled into before. The only difference was that there were no Crocus Broken here, struggling through the ages, nor was there a "Chief Hatton" numb and powerless in despair.

It was his son Diakum who saved them; it was the Vigilante who prevented all this disaster from happening.

But just as old Hatton was getting emotional, he suddenly noticed a fleeting scene on the battlefield below. On the battlefield where demons were fighting, an old man named Manari was kneeling among the demons, holding up an ancient battle flag that made Grand Consul Hatton's eyes widen.

"Stop!"

他 说:

"Turn! Nathrax Fortress Outskirts! There are Argus garrison officers still fighting over there!"

"what?"

Imira, the Archmage of Holy Light in charge of navigation on the Exoda, was dumbfounded. At this moment, she really wanted to ask, "Old man, are you still sober?"
Putting aside the fact that the current starship would have to make a huge detour to turn back, it's been more than 20,000 years. Given Argus's status as the stronghold of demons, how could there possibly be garrison officers from more than 20,000 years ago still fighting?
"obey orders."

Faria, the Crescent Blade, standing beside Imira, whispered something.

The Archmage of Light shrugged. In any case, their original plan was to find a place to land, establish a landing site, and signal the Illidari fleet to come and meet Illidan the Starhunter.

Given the current state of demons in Krokun and even the entire world of Argus, it doesn't matter where you land.

Imira sent a communication request to the Baal. Moments later, the extremely fast Baal returned to the top of Nathrax Fortress first. Yuna was an outstanding captain. Under her command, after a round of bombardment, the demons gathered there were completely separated.

Triangular teleportation beacons were scattered across the ground, and after the mechanical emblems took root and shone, the fierce Lightforged roared as they returned to their homeland.

The Lightforged were already fierce, and now they had the morale boost from "reclaiming their homeland." As soon as they entered the field, they unleashed a wave of "Holy Light Waagh," sweeping through and turning all the demons they encountered to dust.

But soon, Yuna and her warriors realized something was wrong.

The demons I'm killing today just don't feel right!
After delegating command to her adjutant, Yuna led a marine corps to the ground. She then used a blade of holy light adorned with a demon skull to split open the head of a fel lord. Yuna stared in disbelief as the demon before her screamed as it was consumed by fel fire, turning into a pile of scorching ashes.

The problem is, Uncle Dick hasn't yet bestowed the "Ashbringer" blessing upon everyone.

Although the Holy Light Blade in his hand was personally blessed by Uncle Dick, it was not powerful enough to grind such a high-ranking demon to dust.

Yuna sensed something was wrong. She grabbed a beam shotgun for close combat and looked back. There wasn't a single demon corpse left at the spot where her Lightforged warriors had slaughtered; they had all turned to ashes and vanished.

this.
"This is expulsion! Not just simple killing."

The weary voice of the Star Hunter, accompanied by the whistling of his blade dance, rang in Yuna's ears. He said:
"This is the proper posture of demons after they have been banished from the material world. They are not allowed to receive the blessing of the Destroyer to be reborn quickly in the material world, and naturally, there will be no power of evil energy to leave them with physical corpses."

When demons are directly expelled from the material world and returned to the Twisting Nether, their existence in the material world will collapse just like that.

Demons that die in this way take ten times longer to be reborn in the Twisting Nether.

You can understand it as, after we shattered Argus the Destroyer's blessing of the Fel Heart upon the Burning Legion, all the demons in the material world were reduced to mere 'physical projections'.

"Ah, I don't understand, but I feel like this isn't a good thing."

Yuna shrugged and said:

"Doesn't this mean that killing demons in the material world will no longer yield spoils? Those recruits who longed to adorn their weapons with a beautiful skull are going to be greatly disappointed."

"Well, that's not entirely true."

Illidan snorted and said:
"If they could use fel magic to completely summon demons into the material world, they could still get spoils. Alternatively, they could choose to go to the Twisting Nether to hunt demons, where demons die and leave behind corpses, just like before, and then die completely, permanently, and absolutely."

Okay, little girl.

This is great news, stop complaining.

Go help those who have repented!
They have been fighting here for six hours and have suffered heavy losses. Of the 13,000 people who set out, less than 8,000 are now left.

They need help.

"What? You're saying those red-skinned Manari are from our side?"

Yuna's eyes widened, then she exclaimed:
"Oh no! I didn't give the soldiers the order to distinguish them."

“I anticipated that you fanatics would act this way. I had them guard the fortress spire beforehand. Apart from that, all the other Manari on the battlefield can be eliminated!”

Illidan sneered, never showing himself on the battlefield from beginning to end. Clearly, he was still troubled by the unpleasant memories of his encounters with the Holy Light Legion over the past ten thousand years.

With Yuna's new orders, the Baal and the Lightforged who subsequently landed in the area learned that a group of "Repentant" Man'ari were their allies.

This is something that many Holy Light warriors cannot understand.

But after they entered Nathrax Keep and witnessed the horrific battle, they would still be willing to give those "demons" who had distanced themselves from the Burning Legion through their actions a chance to explain.

However, not all the repentants retreated to the depths of Nasarax Fortress.

For example, the repentant elder and his warriors were trapped on the battlefield by the demons. When the Exodar finally landed at the edge of the battlefield, the repentant warriors were almost completely devoured by the vicious demons.

Grand Consul Hatton rode out of the activated teleportation beacon on a tabbearer. He was really not suited for such a high-intensity battle, but no one could dissuade him.

This is Crocodile, and Hatton was Crocodile's last governor.

His relationship with this land is both too close and too complex.

Old Hatton brandished a Krokun's Halberd, struggling to summon elemental power in this fel-shrouded land. He received very few responses, clearly because the demons' millennia-long rampage here had brought the local elemental power to the brink of extinction. But those few weak responses still brought a smile to the High Archon's face.

This proves that the land has not forgotten him.

Just as he still cared about Krokun, Krokun was clearly also caring about him.

"Come with me!"

The excited High Overlord Hatton channeled the elemental power around his body, leading Faria and Yrel, along with the other Warriors of Light, into battle.

This powerful warrior force slashed into the battlefield from the flanks like knives, and the demons, who had finally cornered the Repentant Ones, were starting to falter when Yrel drew Ashbringer and began unleashing a terrifying solar storm.

What hatred and resentment!

Is it really necessary to use divine weapons to attack us, the lower-ranking soldiers of the legion? Shouldn't you be using those things to challenge the Great Demon?
But the ruthless "Holy Light Killer" Yrel didn't bother to answer, and just kept unleashing solar storms until the last demon that dared to block her way was completely burned to death.

Fortunately, she stopped in time, otherwise those trapped repentant ones would have been burned to ashes as well. Although they had hearts that yearned for the light, they were indeed a group of demons, and the power of the Ashbringer was equally deadly to them.

Hatton, carrying his halberd, rode forward on his war tabu, the vehicle's hooves treading over the layer of still-scorching ash.

The Grand Consul looked at the elder protected by several repentant monks, who was still struggling to hold up the ancient battle flag that was already stained with blood, but several fel-powered halberds were also stuck in his body.

He was practically immobilized on the battlefield.

"you."

As Hatton looked at the group of penitents gathered under the ancient battle flag, he vaguely saw a group of desolate broken ones struggling to survive in the wasteland of Krokun, led by a chieftain named "Hatton".

He asked softly:
"Are you the Repentant Ones? I've heard of you. If I remember correctly, this battle banner belongs to the Krokun Legion from 25,000 years ago. So, who are you?"

"The warrior of Krokun, the major of the Hand of Argus, the shepherd of Nasarax Castle, Governor Hatton? Is that you? My God, you're still alive?"

The dying Repentant Elder struggled to raise his head. When he saw Hatton, he tried to smile, but the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth indicated that he had entered the end of this chapter of his life.

"It's me, I'm alive, but I'm too late."

Hatton struggled to get out of the vehicle and, with Captain Faria's help, approached the elder. Several penitent warriors nearby were very nervous.

This was their first real contact with the Eredar, and they were genuinely terrified of the scorching holy fire enveloping them. Moreover, the Lightforged warriors before them were certainly not looking at them with friendly eyes.

"Don't be afraid, children."

Hatton sensed the fear in the repentant individuals and gently comforted them:
"No one will bully you. You are one of the Eredar. Although we look different, we share the same soul and the same heart."

I want to speak with your elders, I want to speak with my ancient brothers.

Are you going to stop me?

"Get out of the way."

The weary, repentant girl, who had been clinging to the elder's side, covered her wound and spoke in a hoarse voice. She took a step back and watched as the frail Hatton approached the equally aged elder.

Hatton took the blood-stained battle flag from his hands and said:

"Your soul will be reborn in the Twisting Nether, and I will send someone to retrieve you."

"No, I will not."

The repentant elder gave a wry smile, yet said with an air of magnanimity:

"I just saw Death in red robes waiting for me at the other side. He said I should be judged. That's where the Eredar should go, not some damned Twisting Nether."

Only demons go there!
but.
Governor, I am worried about these children.

I know that even among our own people there are prejudices, and it will be difficult for the repentant to integrate into Eredar society.

These brave children need a leader to protect them. I know this is presumptuous, but could I entrust my clan to you?

"Of course, I'm about to rebuild Krokun, and I need some good kids."

Hatton accepted this very difficult task without any hesitation.

Looking at the repentant elder before him, he saw as if he were seeing another version of himself in a different branch of fate. The two were so similar that Hatton was willing to fulfill the unfulfilled wish for another version of himself in history.

After receiving Hatton's reply, the Repentant Elder finally relaxed.

He laughed, then died in a final glance at the sky.

A chilling wind of death blew, and the Grim Reaper in red was about to come and take people away. But at that very moment, a golden light flashed down from the sky, and to the accompaniment of angelic hymns, a Throne holding scales descended.

She raised the scales in her hands and cried out to the messenger of death:
"This righteous, steadfast, courageous, and radiant soul belongs to the highest heaven!"

"But he's a devil!"

Even in the winds of death, there are rebukes:
He deserves to be tried before he can rest in peace.

"My supreme heaven has its own national conditions!"

The angel, too lazy to debate, said:

"Lord Kazak needs such holy spirits who have turned away from darkness to the light to serve as gatekeepers of the High Heaven. Why don't we invite Lord Kazak to come and talk to you personally?"

"whispering sound"

A disdainful snort drifted on the wind, but the chilling breeze still quietly dissipated.

And so, under the watchful eyes of those young, repentant ones kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down their faces, their elders were led in the light to that glorious place.

His soul
The moment his soul left his body, he revealed his true form: he was still the spirited young garrison officer, clad in crystal armor and wielding a spear.

He waved goodbye to his children and fellow human beings in the light, and then ascended into the heavens under the guidance of the angels.

This scene was enough to prove to those still hostile Lightforged the souls of the Repentant and their stance. If even the Vigilant believed that the Repentant could be saved, then they must obey this divine decree.

"What's your name, young lady?"

Grand Consul Hatton draped the blood-stained battle flag over his armor, leaned on his spear, and asked the repentant woman wiping her eyes:
"Would you like to be my daughter? I will take care of you and your people as a father would. I will protect them from being bullied by other clans until you are able to lead them. Then I will hand them over to you."

"I don't have a name."

She sighed and said:

"I once had it, but it was a demon's name, not mine!"

"Yes, the Eredar should have the name Eredar."

Hatton wiped the blood from her face and whispered:

"You can call yourself 'Dina'."

The old governor said softly:
"Your two older brothers are named Diakum and Zaid, yes, the 'Diakum' you know. Obviously, fate brought me to you, and fate requires me to take good care of you."

So, children, you can go home now.

"buzz"

A bright beam of moonlight slid down from the sky, landing squarely on the upper level of Nathrax Fortress, where a burst of cold moonlight erupted.

“Nellie is here too; she remembers the place where she had her conversation with Diakum that night.”

The old governor waved his hand and shouted to the soldiers behind him:
"Let's go, let's reclaim our castle and send our greetings to our homeland. Its promising children have returned, and it will no longer be bullied by demons."

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Same time, same sea of ​​stars, but different star sectors.

The Dark Titan stared blankly at the empty galaxy before him. Sargeras was momentarily bewildered, even wondering if he had gone the wrong way. Had his sense of direction been impaired by slaughtering those Void thieves?

Perhaps it's some kind of malevolent curse?

its not right!
Argus must be in this place!
but.
Where did that damn world go?
(End of this chapter)