Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 822, Section 35: The Last Twilight of Argus

When the paraplegic Lord Argus was sent back to his loyal planet, the Origin Engine, the most important core component of the Unified Field of All Things, had already been installed at the Heart of the World.

This system clearly still needs some debugging, and it must be done while the Argus Star Soul is present.

Therefore, the Lord barely appeared in the outside world and was directly sent back to the magma core that gave birth to the Destroyers. It was a special space that could not be reached by any physical means.

The battle on the ground was not over yet, but the soldiers of the Restoration Army had already begun to retreat.

It's not that they're too exhausted to fight; in fact, these warriors are full of energy right now. Let alone continuing to fight, even if they were ordered to launch a desperate assault on the Twisting Nether right now, plenty of fanatics would choose to carry it out.

However, adjusting the Unified Field of All Things will greatly interfere with the life forms of mortals, not to mention the brilliance of formatting all things when it is finally activated. Even the Star Soul will be reshaped, not to mention other lower-level life forms.

But the Kwangfu Army remained in high spirits when they withdrew.

They have already crushed those demons in every corner of this world that has been ravaged by fel energy for tens of thousands of years, and have brutally beaten those arrogant guys on their homeland.

They triumphed in their lost homeland, a victory made all the more precious and glorious by the news of the Dark Titans' defeat.

The soldiers sang songs, shouted, and cheered as they returned to each evacuation point, where they were taken away from this world that was about to return to its pristine state by the starships that accepted and recovered them.

Those starships won't go too far.

They will carry every warrior who participates in the war, witnessing and recording the rebirth of Argus in this galaxy. That will be the best and most perfect comfort for these warriors who uphold their oath to the world.

When the world is fully restored, the Restoration Army will be among the first to set foot on their pure homeland, where they can fully express the longing and yearning that have been suppressed in their hearts for countless years.

But ultimately, some people will not leave.

For example, the white-clad Grim Reaper and his undead, or the demons driven to the brink of despair, forced to follow the Conquerors in a final, apocalyptic battle against the vengeful Eredar undead.

No one has intervened or stopped this battle.

The two sides will fight until the last second of this world's rebirth in the old era, and will turn themselves into dust in this rebirth, so that "dust to dust, ashes to ashes" will be their final fate.

Just as the warriors retreated, but the undead and demons were still fighting for every inch of land on the battlefield of the Burning Throne, Illidan the Starhunter, who had already boarded the Illidari hunter ship, received a strange "summoning".

"What do you mean by Lord Argus summoning me?"

Exhausted but exhilarated, Illidan Stormrage leaned back in his command chair and asked in surprise:
"Why me? I'm not an Eredar. Even if the Star Soul wanted to leave some information before being reborn, shouldn't it have sought out Diakum or other Eredar?"

My connection to this world is merely a glimpse I glimpsed through a vision Sargeras showed me ten thousand years ago, and the recent battle fought here.

"Don't ask any more questions, just come with us."

The ethereal sorcerer under the Twin Realms Walker spread his hands and said helplessly:
"How could the affairs of such an important person be explained so clearly? But His Excellency reminded us that we must invite you to the Heart of the World. His Excellency said that it is an opportunity that you will regret for the rest of your life if you refuse."

It says this is related to the final split of the fel energy force, but we are all Void Warlocks, and our understanding of fel energy is limited, so we cannot unravel its mysteries.

Illidan understood as soon as he heard that.

He nodded, entrusting the affairs of the chapter to his lieutenant, Alturis, and summoned the Hunting Master, Arantien, instructing her to go to the starship hunting group where the Krokun clan was located, to communicate with Grand Archon Hatton there, and to select the first batch of Eredar Demon Hunters from among the penitents as soon as possible.

After giving these instructions, Illidan left the hunter ship alone, following the Void Warlocks before him.

They were to travel to the Heart of the World through a series of specially designed portals, but on their way, the apprentice of the Two-World Walker made a peculiar suggestion to Illidan.

"The Throne will lead us to Draenor, where there are nobles whom our ethereal hermit sect must protect with all its might. The Throne has been thinking about how to strengthen the power of us relentless guardians, and then it discovered the peculiar profession of Demon Hunter."

The ethereal sorcerer rubbed his hands together and whispered:
"If you can harness fel energy in this unique way, perhaps we can try to manipulate the void in the same way?"

What I mean is, try to come up with 'Void Hunter' or whatever cool name you want. We don't care about the name; we just want to find ways to allow mortals to access the Void and learn its power more safely.

"Safety?"

Illidan hesitated for a moment, then sighed and said:
"This is the first time I've heard anyone else describe Demon Hunter training as 'safe,' but when you think about it, we're talking about the Void, which corrupts everything. Compared to that, the terrible wear and tear and dangers of Demon Hunter training really don't matter."

If you decide to undertake this endeavor, I will send at least one Master Hunter to assist you once Illydari has finished its preparations.

However, the properties of the Void and Fel energy are completely different, so you may need to build a training system from scratch.

"It's alright, it's good that you're willing to help."

The ethereal sorcerer who followed the Twin Realms Traveler laughed and said:
"The Void Spirits are least afraid of experimentation. If we can create a completely new path through the void, not only the Venerable One, but everyone in our faction will benefit from it. This is a sure-fire way to make money."

"Well, I've taken up too much of your time, Your Excellency. Please come in; Lord Argus awaits you."

The mercenary fellow made a "please" gesture.

Without hesitation, Illidan strode into the ethereal portal before him. Amidst a strange sense of weightlessness and a faint mental stimulation, he arrived at the heart of the world.

Argus, now paralyzed from the waist down, leaned against the lava field filled with fel energy. He adopted a relaxed posture, gesturing for Illidan to come closer, but then remembered that the poor fellow was blind, and had been blind for ten thousand years. So he could only speak:

“Come here, Illidan Stormrage, I have a legacy to leave to you.”

"I'll say it again, Your Excellency, why me?"

Illidan did not hastily and joyfully accept this power.

His life experiences were enough to make him extremely wary of such "delivered" power, but Argus didn't care. The Star Soul Lord, who had already personally accomplished his great feat and was now able to completely relax, casually remarked:
"Because someone recommended you to me, and after I spent some time learning about your life, I also believe that this power that I stole from Sargeras is probably something that no other mortal can wield besides you."

You may have already been prepared to walk the path of evil.

Because what I want to give you is not just a simple power, but also a terrible crisis and a dedication that can be called 'self-sacrifice'.

Sargeras can no longer wield fel magic alone.

Although most of the power of the Twisting Nether still resides in His hands, a division is a division. When there are clearly defined factions and a sufficiently determined person is willing to take the lead, different camps will emerge even among demons.

It may take you a very long time to build your own 'Legion of Destruction' and stand up to those Legion Demons who still walk the path of savagery.

But as long as you are determined enough, and as long as you don't die in Sargeras's endless pursuit, you can always do it.

This is really difficult.

“From your description alone, I can feel the difficulty of this burden, but I can also imagine the glory that will come when I reach the end of this road. You want me to become Sargeras’s ‘caretaker’!”

A wicked smile appeared on Illidan's cold face. He had clearly made his decision and said:
"As long as the power of this wisp of fel energy in my hands does not return, Sargeras will not be able to arbitrarily modify the laws of the Twisting Nether as before, and once the demon factions are divided, the Burning Crusade will no longer spread to the Sea of ​​Matter."

Indeed, I had this thought long ago, and it was only after your most outstanding son, Diakum, reminded me of the difference between 'destruction and destruction'.

Perhaps it was fate that presented me with such an opportunity.

very good!

I will accept it!

"So decisive?"

Argus exclaimed in surprise:
"Don't you even need to take a few minutes to think about this? You know that once you accept this inheritance, you will be bound to the Twisting Nether for the rest of your life."

Your allegiance will also change as a result.

I know many Kaldorei elves now see you and your demon hunters as heroes in the darkness, but if you truly shoulder this burden, you will cease to be a protector and hero of your race. From now on, your actions will prioritize the interests of the Twisting Nether.”

"Nothing I've done so far has been for anyone's gratitude, and it's easy to please fel energy."

Illidan waved his hand and said:

"It is nothing more than killing and destruction. However, evil energy only cares about the fact of destruction and not the form of destruction, and it does not strictly require the object of destruction."

My hunters and I will be able to traverse the twisted void, making those demons our targets for destruction.

The more we slaughter, the more the evil energy will love us.

To be fair, fel energy is truly the most generous and forgiving of the six fundamental forces, only its negative effects are stronger. If you were to ask me to follow Diakum's path of light and go to the High Heaven to recite scriptures, I would vehemently refuse.

However, you gave me the power to turn the Twisting Nether upside down, the mission to restrain the Dark Titan from rising again, and the morality to allow me to hunt to my heart's content until the end of my life.

You have given me so generously, how could I possibly refuse?

I don't want to refuse!

He knelt on one knee, and in the heart of the magma filled with fel storms, he spoke to Lord Argus:
"Grant me this glory, for I will inherit your will, and I will swear an oath to you that as long as the Illidari live, we will never allow demons to set foot on this starry sea that we have reclaimed."

The Burning Crusade will never happen again!
But the Illidari's demon-slaying expedition will be declared a day of eternal glory for the demon hunters!

This fervor for hunting demons even frightened Lord Argus.

After several seconds, He said:
"I still haven't seen enough of you. You remind me of Sargeras. Like Him, you both tried to find traces of order or other good things in the path of destruction."

But you are different from Him.

May this burden I place upon you not crush you in the future, and may you have good luck, Witcher.

As Argus spoke, he transformed a wisp of fel power he had seized from Sargeras during the battle into a ghostly green starlight, which he then shone upon Illidan's body.

This is a legacy.

Just like the Sun's Legacy that Diakum received from Anser.

It won't immediately translate into power; Illidan needs to continue along this path of inheritance and eventually develop his own path, but Illidan's talent is no joke.

He will definitely come up with a real "surprise" in the future, the kind that will make Sargeras grit his teeth.

Illidan did not linger there either.

He had no real relationship with Lord Argus, and besides, the horns urging the soldiers to retreat had already sounded three times, which meant that the adjustment of the Unified Field of All Things would soon arrive.

Egg Bro had no intention of using himself as a guinea pig to test the formatting effect of the Unified Field of Everything, so he left after exchanging a few pleasantries.

Argus watched him leave, and just as he was about to close his eyes and savor his life, which was neither too long nor too short, he felt the arrival of an "uninvited guest."

When He opened His eyes again, He saw Diakum, dressed in a priest's robe but still looking disheveled, appear in the heart of the world.

One's most outstanding child holds a scripture in his hand, like a mourner preparing for a funeral.

He came to "see me off".

"You should rest a little longer."

Argus said softly:

"Even without my perception, I can hear every bone in your body groaning. They have reached their limit. Today's battle with Sargeras is enough to prevent you from recovering to your full strength for hundreds or even thousands of years to come."

You probably didn't rest and came straight here.

I can hold on a little longer.

They said the debugging would be finished before dawn, which is another hour or two.

"There are only one or two hours left."

Diakum ignored Lord Argus's incessant complaints. He strolled past the still-boiling fel magma and finally sat down on a rock opposite the Lord. He opened the scroll again, but did not recite anything.

他 说:

"After you leave, it will be difficult for us to meet again. I know that under the protection of the Supreme Star Soul, another you will eventually grow up and awaken."

He may possess the same aura, the same power, and even the same appearance as you.

But to me, He is not you.

There is only one Lord, and He is about to break free from worldly entanglements and embark on a journey in search of peace.

Just as a child's desire is to be with their aging parents, you cared for me when my life began, and now it's my turn to see you off on your final journey.

"You're making it sound like I won't learn about your story from anyone else when I wake up in the future."

Argus was quite open-minded.

He smiled and said:
I firmly believe that the past will not perish; it is hidden in every corner of this world. When I recall these unforgettable memories, we can still meet again at dawn, and you will not suddenly disappear from the sea of ​​stars.
You wouldn't, would you?

Diakum shrugged and gave a mysterious smile.

He didn't tell Lord Argus that a strange "countdown" was flashing on the character card in front of him, and the reflection of another "world" was becoming clearer and clearer in his eyes.

He always said he was a passing Warrior of Light, and now that he had done everything he was supposed to do, perhaps it was time to set off again.

After bidding farewell to the Lord, Diakum also had to leave this sea of ​​stars.

He truly didn't know if he could return, nor what he would encounter on his journey ahead, but he was certain that if anyone tried to stop him from going home, he wouldn't hesitate to let them experience the power of the "Dawn Divine Sword."

"Look, those two guys are still fighting."

Argus turned to look in the direction of the Burning Throne, and said to Diakum in a tone that was both wistful and mocking:
"Sometimes I really think that if either Kil'jaeden or Velen were a girl, those two could definitely put on a deeply moving, tear-jerking love story in the Starsea."

While I'm touched by this kind of passionate bond between good men, it just feels a little strange.

"Believe me, you're not the only one who feels this way."

The vigilant sighed and said:

"But compared to the tumultuous lives of these two guys, please don't worry about these unimportant things."

Would you like me to recite some scriptures for you?
To be honest, I don't know if this works, but it's a tradition in many Light People's worlds.

It is said that through the recitation of sacred texts, the departed can shed all heavy burdens, leaving behind all sins and attachments in the mortal world, allowing only a light soul to embark on the path to peace.

"Just read it aloud, so you won't start crying later."

The magnanimous giant waved his hand and said:
"It will also save me from shedding tears later, which would be too undignified."

(End of this chapter)