Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 805, Section 18: First Beat the Ashes, Then Fight – The Titans Are Having a Great Time in This New Era!
When Grand Consul Hatton led his men through the upper levels of Nathrax Castle, the demons there had already been wiped out by the Moonlit War God.

The fact that demons no longer leave physical forms after death, due to Illidan's shattering of the Felheart, is indeed somewhat unsettling. The Lightforged on the battlefield feel as if they are fighting a group of "non-existent ghosts."

The scene of the demon collapsing after being killed, in particular, has an unrealistic feel to it.

Although it may not seem very intimidating, it would be difficult to convey the brutality and madness of war without the scattered limbs and broken bodies on the ground.

However, the terrified screams that the demons let out as they were killed proved that this "retreat state" was significantly more lethal to them. Without "swift resurrection," these demons would have to endure much longer in the distorted void before they could possibly return to the material world.

It's as if the "concealment" and "repulsion" of the material galaxy on the primal beings have taken effect again.

The "wall" between the Twisting Nether and the Sea of ​​Matter, which had previously been completely unable to stop the demons, has been rebuilt once again. Once Argus the Destroyer is also purified, even if the Dark Titan himself were to arrive, he would be completely unable to find a second vessel for "Swift Resurrection" besides himself.

This is the ultimate manifestation of the power of fel energy, a concept that no mere Tom, Dick, or Harry can embody. It was only after the demons conquered Argus that the previously insignificant Burning Legion truly began the catastrophe known as the "Burning Crusade."

The shattering of the Felheart is essentially equivalent to giving the Burning Legion an indelible debuff: "Logistics preparation -100%, rally speed +500%, resurrection time +1000%". If the Burning Crusade can still advance smoothly under these circumstances, then every faction in the world will have to send their commanders to the Burning Legion's strategic department for advice.

Amidst the layers of scattered demonic ashes, Grand Archon Hatton, protected and supported by Irelia, ascended the steps severely damaged by the demons and returned to his former residence.

Returning to familiar places evokes many emotions. Old Hatton touches this place and looks at that place, his eyes filled with the complex emotions of things having changed and people being no longer the same.

This castle, which symbolized the majesty of Governor Krokun more than 20,000 years ago, has now become a place of filth and evil. Even though the demons here are being quickly driven away, the remaining evil energy is probably difficult to completely remove.

The entire Argus has been "marinated" in this high-concentration fel energy environment for over 20,000 years, and it's long been thoroughly seasoned.

The moment the "Destroyer" appeared, Argus's ecological environment and planetary state could no longer be restored by normal means, which caused Old Hatton to sigh and lament all the way.

As a shaman grandmaster, he sensed the state of the world from the fluctuations of the local elemental power, which had weakened to an indescribable level.

It is dead, it died a long time ago.

What exists here is merely a "coffin" used to cultivate the Destroyers, and the demons are like parasites constantly being born from these remains. Without completely changing the current state of Argus, one cannot eradicate the birth of demons in this world.

Argus is not a demon world in the Twisting Nether, but because of the Destroyers, it has become a "nest" where new demons can be bred in the material world.

"How did our world become like this?"

The Grand Consul climbed to the top of the castle, cursing the devil's misdeeds with a mixture of anger, helplessness, and sorrow. However, at the end of the completely cleared city wall road, sunlight and moonlight intertwined in a gentle manner, causing "Dina," who was supporting old Hatton on the other side, to shrink back.

Those were two lesser gods?
The taller one appears to be the saintly vigilant who previously bestowed the blessing of dawn upon the repentant.

"Hey, sir!"

Just as Dina was marveling at the "powerful foundation" of the Eredar's war of reconquest, Yrel had already called out in a carefree voice, shouting:

"Is he secretly meeting Archbishop Nelly on the battlefield again? Did we come at the wrong time?"

"No, you came just in time."

Diakum's avatar released Nellie's cold little hand. As the Archbishop stared at Iriel with displeasure and murderous intent, the Vigilant turned and gestured for Old Hatton to enter.

他 说:

"The demons do not take pride in wisdom; they dislike any place that bears the mark of wisdom. Therefore, the library that we had deliberately sealed when we left was miraculously intact."

Father, your most treasured collection of books and artifacts from the Eredar people have been remarkably well-preserved over the past 20,000 years.

"is it?"

Old Hatton's face lit up with joy. He leaned on his cane and strode forward, taking the handful of soil with him. Under Diakum's escort, he entered the passage leading to the library.

Nelly did not go inside.

Maintaining her Moonlit War God form, she turned her head, her blue cheeks covered with shimmering black moon runes beneath her eyes.

The runes were displayed in an exaggerated manner on her neck, collarbone, arms, and back. Because Anser had previously bestowed the blessing of the sun upon her during the Holy War of the Sun, Archbishop Nelly's Moonlit War God form also featured a cloak woven from sunlight.

Wearing the traditional moon-white battle dress of the Moonlit War Goddess, she grabbed Iriel, who was close to her, by the neck with a bang as she moved her muscles, pulled him into her arms, and kept slapping the bad guy on the forehead.

"You're so tactless! You ruined my plans! Do you know how difficult it is to meet my husband in the material world? We barely exchanged a few words at the place where we first pledged our love before you ruined it all."

You little devil, ruining everything! I'll smash your head in today!

"Ah! Murder!"

Irelia howled exaggeratedly as Archbishop Nelly lifted her up and kicked her legs in the air, but this was actually just a "reserved item".

As a disciple of the Vigilantes, she had always had a good relationship with Archbishop Nelly, her "teacher's wife".

The two didn't even seem like seniors and juniors; rather, they were like sisters with a difference of over 20,000 years. It's estimated that only the Eredar people in the entire Star Sea could come up with such an exaggerated "sisterly relationship."

Outside, amidst the commotion, at the deepest part of the passage, Diakum reached out and knocked on the enchanted wall. With the shattering of a hidden door, he and his father stepped inside.

The air in the library, which had been sealed for 25,000 years, wasn't very good, but the elemental orbs placed there diligently maintained the environment of the sealed space before they went out of service, ensuring that the large number of ancient artifacts and books stored inside were in very good condition.

Hatton gently reached out and touched the beloved items he had personally searched for, compiled, and collected. He truly never imagined that he would one day see these "treasures" again in his hometown.

He muttered to himself the information recorded in these books, while Diakum reached out and stroked the ancient stone altar beside him.

He had not forgotten the promise he made before this altar when he left his hometown.

The Watcher bowed his head, pressing his forehead against the altar once used by the Eredar ancestors, just as he had done when he left, and whispered:
More than 20,000 years ago, I told you to be strong, and I said we would definitely come back. You were indeed strong enough, just like this land, and I kept my promise.

We're back.

This time, we are strong enough. We have the will and determination to change the world. We also have the courage and means to face the evil gods of the stars. We will never abandon you again.

Thank you for waiting, thank you for your perseverance.

"So, you will face Sargeras in the sea of ​​stars?"

Old Hatton, holding a book, said behind Dick:

"Are you sure?"

"To be honest, Dad, I didn't."

The Vigilant stroked the cold altar and said softly, "But this is not something I can refrain from doing just because I'm not sure I can. When Argus's formatting begins, I will descend from the High Heavens to the edge of this star system and do everything in my power to stop Sargeras from getting closer."

If I can no longer hold on, Lady Aegwynn, who is already prepared in the temple of Azeroth, will send the three planets, including Azeroth and Draenor, and the three planets, away from this star system at once, at the cost of completely destroying the Scepter of Sargeras and squeezing the Supreme Star Soul into a weak and slumbering state.

It was a random teleportation; no one knows where you'll land, but it certainly won't be in any of the star systems we know of.

I will also ensure that Sargeras has neither the opportunity nor the energy to search for you for at least the next three thousand years. If that happens, you will have to walk the rest of the way on your own.

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"Left! A little to the left. Yes! That's the angle! Slow down! Don't forget to apply lubricant to the machine body, so it doesn't get stuck in the mountain tunnel. You guys be careful! Don't be clumsy, there's only one of these machines, it's a real lone survivor!"
If it's broken, there's no way to fix it.

Ah!
"Hit! Watch out!"

Mimirona's metallic, raspy voice echoed through the mountains of Macare.

This guardian, with its comical mechanical body and head, stood atop the peaks of Argus, donning a foreman's hard hat, and using a complex positioning device to direct the other guardians as they installed the various components of the Forge of Ulduar's Will into the mountains below.

The Sunwell floating island was now suspended above the "construction site." Once the important Titan facilities were aligned in the air, Ms. Verara and the Sunwell's "spirit," Dath'Remar Sunstrider, worked together to unleash a surge of energy that blasted a fissure tunnel into the earth's crust in the mountains, and then placed the equipment inside.

Finally, the Titan Soul of Gorgonath, wielding Khaz'goroth's Worldshaping Hammer, sent the components into the core of Argus.

Only then is the installation process completely finished.

But this is just the installation.

The Unified Field of All Things is a complete system. After the various components are installed in different regions of the Earth's crust, a worldwide energy test and restart is still required.

This task will be handled by Norgannon and Ional.

Moreover, these smaller Titan components can be installed by the Guardians, but core facilities like the Source Engine must be installed by the Titans themselves.

Even the slightest vibration or impact can trigger catastrophic consequences.

Therefore, the crucial Origin Engine can only be developed after the ground war on Argus is completely over and Argus the Destroyer has been "dealt with".

However, the war for Macare is not over yet, even though this project involves Titans personally fighting the dust.

Around this mountainous area, over a million demons were locked in fierce combat with the allied forces of twenty-seven Starsea clans. The sky was filled with destructive fire from the Lightforged fleet and demon warships, and on the ground, wherever people could stand, scenes of killing and being killed were unfolding.

However, because the High Heavens deployed the gatekeeper Kazzak and the Exias Legion here, and Admiral Sphrax personally led the Lightforged Fleet to project support firepower here from the star orbit, the Restoration Army as a whole was in a position of constantly pushing outwards.

Although the demons remain ferocious, their morale is certainly not high.

In addition to Illidan destroying the Felheart, causing the Blessing of Undying to fail, the teleportation of the Sargerit Keystone across the Star Sea also completely disrupted the spatial mapping between Argus and the Twisting Nether.

The demons are now trapped in the world of Argus, and they are temporarily unable to receive support from the Twisting Nether.

Although the number of demons on Argus is enormous, in the current situation where the enemy is going all out, their own forces are being suppressed back to their fountain and are even fighting amongst themselves, and they have no effective command system whatsoever, their defeat is really just a matter of time.

Horse riding!
First, we lost the Battle of Mardum, then the bloody battle in the Twisting Nether, then the complete defeat in the Great Invasion of Azeroth, and now we're going to lose again in Argus, the stronghold of the material world. There's no one left to lose to!
They have absolutely no shame!
If this continues, any Tom, Dick, or Harry will be able to trample on the Legion's face. Is our "Fel Age," which has flourished for over 20,000 years, really going to come to an end?
It's no exaggeration to say that the demons, whose territory was being invaded, were all burning with rage and ready to fight, making the overall battle extremely intense.

However, the intensity of combat in Macare is far inferior to that in the Antoran wasteland.

That place is now the ultimate stage for a chaotic free-for-all between all sides.

In short, to ensure that the installation of the Unified Field Components in the Mac'Aree Mountains would not be disturbed, Norgannon's Titan Soul even appeared on the outskirts of the mountains himself, mobilizing the energy of the Pantheon ruins to set up a purple hemispherical shield there.

Having just fired a shot at the ground, Ms. Verara gazed wistfully down in a certain direction below the mountains from the Sunwell floating island, which was currently in a state of energy recirculation.

Not only her, but all the elders of the Mystic Scholars clan would look in the same direction during their breaks from their busy work.

"Dean, is that the former area of ​​the Mystic Academy?"

The little witch Jaina asked softly.

Ms. Vera nodded and said:

"Yes, Argus is the homeland of all Eredar, but that ruin is my homeland. I dedicated the first half of my life to it. I once thought that the foundation of the Institute of Arcane Arts would be remembered for generations, but I never expected to witness its collapse with my own eyes."

I need to go there in a bit.

Let's take a trip to the places where I used to study, grow up, and work.

Take one last look at it, bid it a final farewell, and let the academy, which has been waiting for its students to return, disappear into the end of this era with a satisfied demeanor. The new academy of mysteries, carrying its aspirations and legacy, will eventually replace it, supporting the backbone of civilization for the world of Argus and the Eredar.

Do you want to come with me?
You might even find a few muffins there.

"what?"

The little witch was dumbfounded. She tilted her head and said:
"Can you still eat a pancake that's been sitting for over 20,000 years?"

"What a silly little thing."

An ancient Eredar scholar who happened to be passing by laughed heartily and said kindly to Jaina:

"The magic muffins of the Mystic Academy are exceptional. They are magical artifacts that can help you break through the 'intelligence limit' after you eat them. They are a mythical recipe personally developed by the first Dean, Sachiel. Unfortunately, we left in such a hurry that no one thought to take the recipe with them."

If this ritual helps retrieve the recipe, then the resurgence of the Mystic Academy will be a certainty.

"Is it so magical?"

Jaina's eyes widened, and she clenched her fist, saying:
“We must find it! I think my brother, my younger brother and my father really need this magical little muffin.”

Her words elicited laughter from the group. The little witch shrugged and turned to look at Arthas, a top student from the seminary, who was also covering his mouth and laughing.

She frowned and said fiercely:
"What are you laughing at? I think you need a pancake too, no, at least three!"

Just as Arthas was about to retort, Mimiron's sharp voice rang out from behind:

"Good! Willpower Engine installed! Next stop: Krokun. Hopefully the war there is better than here. Damn it, I've never seen so many demons gathered together in my entire life."

Four hours until the next construction begins!
Go do whatever you want to do. If you're tired, go kill a few demons to recharge. Let's try to finish this tonight, this awful place!
"The fel energy concentration is too high! My gears are rusting! Damn it!"

(End of this chapter)