Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 806, Section 19: Warriors of the Fel Wasteland, rise up!

Diakum's gaze swept across the entirety of Argus. He saw that the war in the Krokun region had already been decided, that the two sides in the Macare were locked in a stalemate, and that the Titan device used to activate the field of unity of all things had been placed in the Earth's core.

Everything was proceeding smoothly according to plan, but this did not truly put Diakum at ease.

He looked up at the sunlight breaking through the fel clouds and shining into the earth, and asked softly. Anser, who illuminated the starry sky, gave him an unsettling answer.

“Sargeras is advancing from the other side of the Star Sea towards Azeroth, and he is accelerating! It seems he has been provoked.”

"Hmm? It's moving through the sea of ​​matter?"

The Vigilantes had anticipated that Sargeras would be enraged by being tricked and come to Azeroth to fight him to the death, but the Dark Titan's choice was unsettling.

Diakum said in surprise:

"The repulsive force of the universe also affects Him. Why should He travel through the physical universe? Traveling through the distorted void should be faster."

"Well, there's good news and bad news about this."

Anser, having somehow acquired this mortal's witty remark, seemed to have noticed that His concern for the realms extended beyond mere sight. Before Diakum could ask, the ancient sun sighed and said:

"The good news is that the application of cosmic repulsion will indeed prolong Sargeras's arrival on the battlefield, giving you more time to prepare. The bad news is that the Dark Titan seems to regard this suppression as a 'sharpening stone'."

With each step He takes in the sea of ​​stars, His power grows stronger.

I must admit, Diakum, your wariness of Sargeras is entirely justified.

The destructive power this creature wields by controlling fel energy has surpassed the limits of what Musa and I reached during the war between the sun and the moon. In terms of power alone, it is already the most extreme being that this universe can produce.

You must be prepared to face Sargeras's most intense rage; the moment he arrives, his devastating strike could very well sever your immortal divinity.

“As expected of Sargeras, this is indeed something He would do.”

The vigilant rubbed his temples, showing concern but not panic.

他 说:

"Then please use the suns He passes by along His stellar journey to record His stellar path. Once the Dark Titan is about to arrive at the stellar sea of ​​Azeroth, please be sure to let me know in advance."

"Well, I will."

Anser said:
"But why does your true form remain in the High Heavens? It concerns the turning point of the Eredar civilization. As someone who can be regarded as a racial deity, you can be granted temporary exemption from the physical universe. If you were to appear in Argus now, you would only suffer very weak repulsive suppression."

Once you enter the battlefield, the demons of Argus will be wiped out in a very short time.

"Because building up momentum isn't something Lord Sargeras does alone."

Dick shrugged and said:

"Unlike Him, who uses the repulsive force of the universe to hone the will to fight, I, as the Lord of Dawn, need to contemplate the desire of all beings in the universe for hope and light, in order to enhance my fighting will when facing Sargeras."

I also have my own 'whetstone'.

Unfortunately, like Sargeras's sword of annihilation, which he amassed by traversing the stars, my 'Sword of Dawn' will only have this one chance to be unsheathed.

That was the most intense clash of moral principles.

This sea of ​​stars has never seen such conflict before, and it's highly unlikely it will ever again.

"I see."

Anser was silent for a moment, then said:
"Don't forget to take the power of the midday sun, which is the most destructive aspect of holy light. You can maintain the balance of light and shadow without holding it for a long time, but temporary borrowing will not affect your current balance."

When you enter into true Godhood and are able to fully shoulder the burden of solar eclipses and the suffering of all beings, you will become the true sun in the light.

I eagerly await the day I see you shine brightly amidst the stars.

"Thank you for your blessing."

Diakum expressed his gratitude with restraint, but his attention was then drawn to the war that had completely escalated to a fever pitch in the Antoran wasteland.

Because Gemini, arriving late, finally personally escorted the "white-clad Grim Reaper" back to his hometown.

"Death has joined the war."

The vigilant rubbed his temples and said:

"The final violent collision of the six fundamental forces in this era has begun. Once they have vented all their anger, the era of balance that you and I have been longing for will arrive."

"This is an epic under the sun, and I am undoubtedly honored to witness it all."

Anser's words faded away.

Even the revered ancient sun seemed to calm down and join Diakum in appreciating the scene that was about to unfold.

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Wild battles erupted in other parts of Argus as the Restoration Army arrived, but the Antoran Wasteland had already entered its most brutal war on the eve of the Restoration Army's arrival.

Demons from various factions gathered here to "celebrate a grand event".

Because the cunning "Conqueror" Kil'jaeden, while secretly plotting his own scheme in Mac'Areth, also secretly instructed Illidan Stormrage to infiltrate and assassinate several faction leaders, this ancient but effective tactic directly ignited the long-standing conflict among the demons.

They completely tore off the mask they already had, and began a frenzied infighting to seize the position of the Great Demon Lord promised in the Dark Titan's "Oracle".

With the Burning Throne of Antorus as the core of the struggle, six or seven different factions of demons frantically slaughtered each other on this devastated wasteland filled with fel-powered magma.

There are two factions: the "Savage Power Faction," led by the Abyss Lord, with the Morgo Barbarians as the main force and the Hellhounds as cannon fodder; and the "Retro Demon Lord Faction," led by Eredu, with the Fel Lords as the main force and the Demon Guards as cannon fodder.

The most outrageous thing is that, in this chaos, the "Girls' Demon Faction," led by the portal master Hasabelle, with the Sivara Destruction Witches as the main force and succubi and night demons as cannon fodder, actually took advantage of the chaos to occupy the territory of the core area of ​​Antorus, the Burning Throne, and monopolized all the portals from Argus to the outside world.

In order to achieve final victory and obtain at least the title of Great Demon Lord for his faction, Hasabel adopted a rather extreme blockade strategy.

She only allowed female demons from the Twisting Nether to enter Argus through portals to strengthen the "Girls' Faction," but did not allow demons of other races to enter in large numbers.

This directly resulted in Argus effectively becoming an "island" before Illidan Stormrage used the Sargeras Keystone to transfer it to the Azeroth region.

This inadvertently helped the Restoration Army better carry out its demon-slaying mission on Argus.

However, it's too late to say all this now.

Even though Lady Hasabelle herself realized that she had made a very stupid mistake, now that Argus had been teleported through most of the Sea of ​​Stars, there was a serious error in the phase mapping between the Sea of ​​Stars and the Twisting Nether, and she, the portal master, was unable to rebuild the fel portal to the Twisting Nether in time.

Even more critically, the situation of demons from different factions slaughtering each other had eased after the planetary relocation, but when Kil'jaeden the Conqueror and his "Hand of the Conquerors" legion brazenly appeared in the Antoran Wasteland, those mindless demons were once again incited to try to besiege and kill Kil'jaeden.

They don't know who spread this strange idea that as long as they kill Kil'jaeden, they can inherit the title of the Great Demon Lord of the Conquerors.

In short, the moment the Restoration Army stormed into Argus, the intensity of the war in the Antoran Wastes had already been escalated to the limits of the cosmos by the demons themselves.

But you could say Kil'jaeden is just awesome.

Despite being besieged by demons, it managed to achieve miraculous victories one after another, breaking through to the Burning Throne. It has now begun to try to negotiate with the "Girls' Faction" of the Destruction Witches. It seems that the Conqueror may very well regain control of the Demon Heart Sanctuary of Argus in a short time.

It was amidst this wild and chaotic fel-based civil war that the Twin Archbishops discreetly escorted a unique artifact to the edge of the Antoran Wastes.

The twins didn't even bring many guards. The two sisters, along with nearly a hundred Soulcaller priests, landed here with the orcs' "Hellscream".

The orcs' reason for coming here is simple: Draenor's target of revenge, the fallen titan Aggramar, resides within the Burning Throne, and Garrosh Khan and his warriors must fight their way through the battlefields of Antoran to reach him. Although the orcs believe they can certainly do so with the help of the Black Wolf God and the greenskin exiles, a more suitable strategy is clearly available at the moment.

The orcs had already been informed of the old prophet's choice on their way to Argus. The orcs respected the strong and these great leaders who had sacrificed everything for their people. Therefore, led by Garrosh, they guarded the ceremony before them, using their actions to bid a final farewell to a noble being who was about to die.

The floating islands of Dalaran also appeared above the ceremony, and in a flash of teleportation, humans, elves, and dwarves were teleported down.

They did not disturb the solemn ceremony, but instead joined in this final "vigil".

Under the watchful eyes of the warriors awaiting their journey to the battlefield, the rift that Saloras had twisted and shattered with the Twilight Hammer finally opened, and Velen's figure strode out from within amidst the eerie gusts of wind.

He was still dressed in the white robes he wore as a prophet, but the embellishments representing the leader of the Holy Light had been removed. On his head, he wore a sage's crown in the style of Eredar, and in his hand, the Redeemer's Staff was gone. Instead, the Soul Eater's Demon Sword and the death storm surrounding him symbolized his current identity.

Lothar could even vaguely see the figure of another Eredar floating behind Velen.

That was Sarger, clad in a blood-red robe. It was not allowed to enter the material world, but as one of the three death gods of the Eredar, it was obligated to fulfill its duty to its people's civilization in this reclaiming of its homeland.

Viren miraculously maintained his posture from life; death seemed to have not taken away his dignity, but the flickering spiritual fire in his eyes and his indifferent aura indicated that he had indeed left the world under the light.

Amidst the chanting and bowing of the surrounding necromancer priests, Velen nodded slightly to the twins, then, with deathly steps, stepped onto the hills of the wasteland amidst the faint, fading cries of the dead.

He gazed at the distant Antorus, the Burning Throne, his eyes seeing no demons fighting each other for power; he seemed to see only the city of Antorus, which had witnessed the Eredar's brutal war more than 20,000 years ago.

It was once a city of heroes.

Now, it can only weep and wail under the rampage of fel energy, powerless to resist as its glory is trampled by demons. However, those who gave their lives for this land sleep in this cold time, and those warriors who died in this wasteland to protect this city are just waiting silently.

The dead cannot speak.

They sleep eternally in their cold, dark tombs, seemingly oblivious to everything in the human world.

However, with just a single call, those indifferent dead will respond as passionately as they did in life, and once again dedicate themselves to the world they love.

Velen bent down, grasped a handful of fel-infused sand in his hands, which were wrapped in deathly frost, straightened up, placed it in front of him, and let the arrogant and chaotic fel winds blow it away.

It's as if the evil is provoking this dead leader, mocking him for doing nothing but fleeing when he witnessed the fall of his homeland.

However, it underestimated the leader, just as it underestimated the dead sleeping beneath this world.

"buzz"

Velen grasped Frostmourne with both hands and plunged it into the ground with a standard garrison swordsmanship. As Velen pressed down with his strength, the chilling coldness accompanied the blade's gradual penetration into the Antoran wasteland, and the runes of domination on its blade were ignited one by one.

"Warriors of the Fel Wasteland, rise up! Serve your homeland and your people a second time."

Velen's call, accompanied by the frantic blowing of the death winds, echoed throughout the Antoran wasteland. In his death knell-like call, the earth, which had been silently enduring the trampling of demons, was finally "awakened".

Magma boiled, and the earth cracked open.

Amidst the flying earth and stones, the ancient undead opened their eyes in the relentless passage of time.

More than 20,000 years ago, the Eredar garrison commanders and warriors who followed Kil'jaeden and died here rose from the forgotten tombs, dragging their decaying skeletons. Their spirits, having lost their last trace, also appeared as vengeful spirits.

How many Eredar warriors died in the Antoran Wasteland more than 20,000 years ago?

Well, although there are no specific statistics, it must be a rather astonishing number.

According to the laws governing the birth of vengeful spirits, the more unwilling one's will is at the time of death, the more resolute one's mind, and the more intense one's emotions, the more ferocious the vengeful spirit will become. Given the intensity of that decisive battle more than 20,000 years ago and the selfless sacrifice of those warriors who signed a pact with the world, how ferocious would they be when they were awakened again after more than 20,000 years of humiliation and rage accumulated by death?
Thus, the demons, who were passionately fighting each other, were suddenly caught off guard and bewildered.

They could not comprehend where the dead, who had awakened from all directions by tearing the earth apart, came from; only the rusty badges on their skeletons represented their forgotten identities.

The Eredar undead with red flames illuminating their eye sockets looked extremely weak; a single kick from a demon guard would be enough to kill them.
"puff"

The wielded Death Crystal Blade has never slaughtered living beings so easily.

As the first demon's head flew off amidst the chilling howl of death, the ever-awakening undead unleashed another war cry, twenty thousand years later, through their decaying vocal cords.

Just as the white-clad Grim Reaper awakened the ancient warriors, the red-clad Grim Reaper also opened the gates to the realm of death.

With the pulsation of invisible necromancy, the first Eredar Death Knight rode his armored skull steed onto the land of his homeland.

Beneath that black knight-like helmet, eyes adorned with blue spirit flames coldly surveyed everything before him.

This must be an ancient Eredar of noble status, for when it raised its arm, the commanding authority it exuded caused an even more terrifying psychic storm to descend upon the edge of this wasteland.

Squads of death knights emerged from the ethereal light, and banner after banner was raised.

Those souls who were drawn from the cracks between life and death to the realm of the dead by the Sargeras did not hesitate in the face of the call to war. Most of them died in exile and war in the Star Sea. They were all echoes of the ancient times, and also the manifestation of the will of the Eredar after death.

For them, the decisive battle that took place in their homeland has never ended.

It was nothing more than a reassuring period of death and hibernation, but now they have returned to their battlefield, found their enemies, and have been given the same sacred duty. So, it is time to continue the fight.

"Follow me! Make a way for the living!"

Velen drew his Soul Eater sword and swung it, mounting his Death Steed. The Death Knights followed in silence. When Frostmourne was swung once more, the "spirit" hidden within the sword roared and emerged.

The dazed, blue-skinned monster roared to the sky, begging Diakum to appear and fight it.

But there is no Diakum here, no Watchers here, only demons.

"Be quiet."

Viren casually remarked:
Are you an Eredar?

"How dare you! Of course I am!"

The ancient remnants of spirits roared:

"I am the most honorable Eredar!"

"But demons are ravaging your homeland, they want to slaughter your people, and you will soon no longer be the most honored Eredar, Your Excellency."

Velen pointed the demonic blade forward, and amidst the boiling rage of the remnant spirit with its pointed head, he said:

"So, what would you do if you were faced with these jerks who are getting in the way of your career?"

"I can."

The remnant spirit revealed a cruel smile.

Amidst the black light swirling and bursting forth from the raised fingers, swathes of demons were torn apart and shattered like straws under the onslaught of the Death Finger.

It roared:

"I will kill them all! I will kill all the demons, I will become the most noble Eredar, and then I will strangle Diakum!"

"What a brilliant idea!"

The white-clad Grim Reaper said casually, without any expression:

"Then serve your people."

(End of this chapter)