Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 840. What kind of celebration is this? Why did you invite Death to visit?
Dawn broke about ten minutes later than usual today.

This unusual phenomenon was driving the astrologers of the Mystic Academy to the brink of madness. According to tradition, they were responsible for making all the necessary preparations for the Midsummer Festival, and the time management of important ceremonies was of paramount importance. This was also the first tribal assembly of the Eredar in more than 20,000 years, and if things went wrong, they would really be nailed to the pillar of historical shame.

But no matter how hard the astrologers tried, they couldn't stop the Lord of Dawn who liked to cause trouble from above. Even though many people guessed that the delay in dawn today was related to Saint Diakum, few dared to say it out loud, for fear of causing a "blasphemy" incident.

Such matters can always be either big or small.

Although the fanatical bias of the Holy Light faction is being curbed as a whole, and various clans and even the Holy Light universe are vigorously carrying out theological research and debates in order to shift the attention of the People of Light from war and confrontation to a more peaceful state, the piety of the Eredar towards the Lord of Dawn is an "instinct" engraved in their blood.

Today, the faith of Saint Diakum has a tendency to surpass and replace the original doctrine of the Holy Light of the Eredar.

But when faced with such troublesome matters, it is always the old arcane masters with strong wills who have to step in. When Governor Hatton sent people over to "question and punish," Dean Vera personally stepped in and firmly rebuked those insolent officials.

Are you giving us arcane so much face by blaming us arcane sorcerers for someone else's mistake?

The students have calculated the time repeatedly to ensure that there will be no problem with the start of the ceremony. Since you all know that Saint Diakum is involved, why don't you go and speak loudly in the temple of the Lord of Dawn?

Why is it that whoever does more work is the one who suffers the most?

These blunt words left the ceremonial officers under Governor Hatton looking utterly humiliated. They were inwardly cursing, wondering why they would bother coming to the academy to seek attention if they dared to go to the Temple of Dawn to hurl insults.
You know they're gods, so what's wrong with taking the blame for them?
The Lord of Dawn protects all beings of Eredar. For some reason, he has delayed the dawn of today. We, as his followers, should be understanding. It is the duty of a subject to take the blame for his superiors!
Didn't you see Governor Hatton sweating profusely as he prepared the apology letter?

Are you arcanists the only ones who think you're different?

Of course, despite the criticism, the ceremony still had to continue.

As the first rays of dawn finally emerged from the horizon, bringing the most magnificent sunrise on Argus, Governor Hatton, dressed in the traditional attire of the Eredar, finally took to the stage. Amidst the solemn anticipation of the crowd, he did not deliver a lengthy speech, but instead, in a trembling voice, followed ancient rituals to announce the start of the Midsummer Festival.

When the joyous music was played by the musicians, the previous minor unpleasantness was immediately forgotten. Each clan raised its own flag, just like athletes entering a sports meet, taking turns to perform in this huge arena that could hold 100,000 people.

The appearance of each clan would be met with cheers, especially since Governor Hatton, in order to demonstrate unity, had specially hired several well-known "talking heads" from Azeroth and Draenor to serve as announcers.

The goblins and two-headed ogres loudly recited the achievements of each Starsea clan member who walked across the plaza over the past 20,000 years in Eredar with a slight accent, turning the celebration ceremony into a kind of "ancestral recognition" process.

It had only been a year since the end of the War of Liberation, and for the Eredar, that great victory seemed like yesterday, making it very easy for them to empathize with it.

Therefore, when each Starsea Clan sends its warriors to enter the arena with their banners held high, some sentimental Eredar will shed tears during the enthusiastic proclamation, and some ancient Eredar will sing hymns from more than 20,000 years ago to pay tribute to their compatriots who have returned to their homeland.

Of course, during the year of the restoration of their homeland, a huge number of Eredar people returned to their homeland from various clans, so that the number of people on the mother planet was enough to divide them into different governorates. No matter how large the area of ​​Macare was, it was impossible to accommodate everyone. Therefore, Governor Hatton specially arranged for the arcanists of the Arcane Academy to go to the different governorates in advance.

There, they built a "sky canopy" using magical ritual crystals, allowing every Eredar person on the planet to experience the excitement and unity of the summer festival through a live broadcast.

Another important part of the ceremony is that the Eredar pay tribute to the warriors and compatriots who sacrificed their lives in exile.

The memorial monument, personally carved by the Lord of Dawn, sits on the Krokun Plains. It is a true racial artifact that cannot be moved. Therefore, the spellcasters of the Arcane Academy are also responsible for projecting the ceremony footage of the representatives sent to the Krokun Plains to pay tribute to the dead on behalf of all the Eredar to the main venue in Macare.

When that somber and solemn moment arrived, the entire planet and even the starships in its orbit fell into a moment of sorrowful silence.

At this moment, Diakum, who was walking among the crowd "enjoying himself with the people," also chose to stand up and pay his respects to the deceased who were being offered wine and a garden in the scene.

This is not something the Lord of Dawn is putting on.

He knew that without the sacrifice of these compatriots, even if he became powerful 20,000 years later, he would not be able to lead his people to reclaim their homeland that had been seized.

He once said that there was no Lord of Dawn in this sea of ​​stars, only a garrison officer who carried the expectations of the dead forward.

He was glad that he had not let down his compatriots who had sacrificed themselves for the same goal.

In the midst of this somber silence, Diakum suddenly felt someone pat him on the shoulder. He turned around in surprise and saw Velen, dressed in white, standing beside him with a gentle smile.

Hey, who summoned Death with this lively ceremony?
How unlucky!
Dick grumbled to himself, then reached out and embraced the white-clad Grim Reaper for a moment before turning to look at the other side. Sure enough, there stood the black-clad Grim Reaper, clad in black armor, helmet, and cloak, drinking alone at the table behind him. He then gently poured the wine from his glass onto the ground as a tribute to the fallen.

"Where is Sachiel?"

The Lord of Dawn asked:

"The three of you share the function of the race's Grim Reaper, so you should appear together. Although it is not allowed to leave the Shadow Kingdom, it can send an avatar to participate in today's events. Even I, who am very strict, will not make any harsh comments on this."

“I invited him, but Sachil believed that once an oath and agreement were made, they must be kept. Although he did not come, his gaze was always fixed on his homeland. I think that at this moment, Sachil would also be in his court to pay tribute to these dead who sacrificed themselves for the great cause.”

Viren explained:
"Moreover, throughout the year, Sachil and we have been searching for lost souls in the labyrinth between life and death, leading them into the Eredar's realm of the dead."

Every soul must be judged by Sachir, who does not want his people to lose their dignity after death. Therefore, the judgment of each soul is carried out very meticulously, which makes Sachir's workload enormous.

I guess it might be trying to salvage something.

“You are always happy to treat everyone with kindness, but have you ever thought that it is not Sachir’s dark nature that makes him indulge in the pleasure of sadism and punishment?”

The black-clad Grim Reaper said in a hoarse voice:

"As far as I know, in order to better judge the souls of the dead, Sachiel even stayed in Revendres to learn the art of judgment from those psionic vampires. He also accepted Prince Renasol's invitation to serve as a court advisor to the leader of the Punishers."

It clearly enjoyed it.

Perhaps in the future, Sachiel, dressed in red, will also face trial, and when that moment arrives, it will have to repent once again for its mistakes!

"mistake?"

Diakum sensed a ripple in the Black-Clad Reaper's words and asked curiously:

Has something happened again in the Shadowlands?

The two Grim Reapers remained silent for a moment, before Velen finally spoke:

"To be precise, it was Revendres who had a problem."

Just a few days ago, an elite demon army suddenly crossed the border of the Kingdom of the Dead and infiltrated the territory of Venthyr. Their objective was very clear: led by a group of Nathrezim, they headed straight for the secret temple where Emperor Denathus was sealed.

That day happened to be when the Stonesmith was away, having gone to the Moon Goddess's holy site to listen to sacred teachings. As a result, the Stone Legion was slow to react and was quickly entangled by the demons, giving Nathrezim an opportunity to get close to the prisoner.

Fortunately, Ardenweald recently sent that 'Black Pawn' to Revendreth to undergo the cleansing of his sins, thereby forging an immortal spirit.

The Black Soldiers were punished above the Secret Temple. The invading Nathrezim plunged into the Black Soldiers' purification ground, only to be single-handedly sent to meet their god of intrigue by the Black Soldiers with just one axe.

Otherwise, the prisoners under Sachir's guard might have actually escaped.

Upon hearing this news, Diakum frowned slightly. He now understood why the Grim Reaper in black had such a strong opinion against Sachiel, and asked:

"Sachir was not at his post at the time?"

"It judges the souls of the dead."

Viren shook his head and said:
"The Eredar souls who were to be judged that day had a very special identity. They came from the seven fallen Starsea clans that had betrayed their oath to the world. They died at the hands of Sargeras, and their souls were almost consumed by fel energy. It was Sacher who personally dragged them back to the Shadowlands."

Because of the special status of those traitors, Sachil had to go in person, rather than handing them over to the judges of its Inquisition. That was clearly not a task that could be completed quickly, so by the time Sachil received the news and rushed back to Revendreth, the invading demons had already been completely wiped out.

Nathrezim had clearly cast a spell on those demons, and even Revendreth's most skilled torturers were unable to extract any useful information from their demonic souls.

But this is a bad omen.

The dreadlords, who had been banished and fled after being ambushed and killed, have once again become active in the Twisting Nether, and they now have a common goal: to unite with each other.

Given Nathrezim's loyalty to Emperor Denathrius, we can imagine that this kind of accident will likely become the norm in the future.

This is a matter related to war, so let Kil'jaeden explain it to you.

I must go see my children; I cannot leave my post for long with them. I must return to the Shadowlands at dusk this day.

After saying this, Velen waved goodbye to Diakum, smiled amidst the echoing hymns, drew the holy emblem on his chest as he always did, and disappeared into the refreshing summer breeze with the steps of Death.

As Diakum turned his gaze toward Kil'jaeden, the black-clad Reaper also rose.

He clearly didn't have much to say to the Lord of Dawn, simply explaining:
"After Denathrius nearly escaped from prison, the two leaders of the Shadowlands immediately decided to show their stance to the Twisting Nether."

The necrolords of Maldraxxus have been mobilized for a hunt against the Nathrezim in the Twisting Nether, and I have been called up as a commander. But to be honest, I am skeptical about the effectiveness of this hunt.

Nasrezim is a cockroach!
When you see one or two cockroaches, it means that a cockroach nest has been hidden in the area around you.

Given their ability to stir up trouble and create chaos, it's estimated that a fourth force, not belonging to the 'Fel Triad,' has already emerged within the chaotic Twisted Void.

The demons, united by intrigue, had only one goal: to rescue Nathrezim, the god of intrigue.

However, this is not the worst-case scenario.

Kil'jaeden paused, turned to look at Diakum, and said:

"I suspect that, sensing the impending doom, the Nathrezim will lead their demonic forces back to Sargeras's side."

"Is that possible?"

The vigilant squinted.

Even though the black sun of the Twisting Nether has not yet been fully born, everything related to Sargeras must be handled properly, he said:

"Even the Dark Titan wouldn't fall for the same trick twice after being fooled once, would he?"

"Hard to say."

Kil'jaeden sighed:
"This time, Sargeras, who will be resurrected, no longer desires to rebuild order. He will fully embrace the chaotic and destructive nature of fel energy, which means that 'betrayal' is no longer a sin in his eyes. All chaos that can cause destruction can become the weapon of that god of destruction."

From this perspective, Nathrezim and their god of conspiracy are precisely the most perfect subordinates of Sargeras, the god of destruction.

Especially Thénardiers.
That guy's vile character and the intelligence network he possesses that hasn't been completely destroyed to this day are terrifying. If the Dreadlord rescues him, and if he reaches a destruction pact with Sargeras, then a force even more terrifying than the Burning Legion will be born.

The good news is that they are unlikely to be able to complete their integration within a few thousand years, and breaking through the blockade of the Twisted Void, which has already been divided up, will be a very troublesome matter.

The bad news is that sooner or later they will once again unleash their power in the material star sea and other realms.

It's just a matter of time.

I even have a feeling that Denathrius's escape is only a matter of time.

Even if Sachiel and the Stonesmith guarded the King's Mourning Blade without stopping for a moment, they could not prevent the God of Conspiracy from breaking free in the future.

Denathrius clearly represents some kind of symbol of this universe heading towards 'chaos,' just as Sargeras symbolizes destruction. As long as civilization exists, as long as the starry sea exists, He will continue to receive power.

"But we will delay that moment."

Diakum stroked his chin and said:

"The High Heavens should not make any major moves at the moment, but I will instruct Xera to gather the most fanatical and perceptive People of Light and send them into the Twisting Nether in a pack-hunting manner to assist you in completing the hunt for Nathrezim."

But shouldn't this kind of demon-hunting be handled by 'professionals'?

“Illidari had already been notified.”

The Grim Reaper in black coldly said:

"As expected, Illidan Stormrage and his men have also begun hunting down the Dreadlords. They have keenly noticed the activity of the Nathrezim, and even the Avengers Aggramar have dispatched the Ereduin Overlords to their star system to drive out and destroy the Dreadlords."

But the number of those Nathrezim is a bit off.
Logically, they should have been ambushed and slaughtered, leaving only remnants. However, based on the remains we found in Revendreth, the Dreadlords used some strange method to 'copy' some of the fallen Dreadlords.

"Hmm, no wonder you two came today."

Diakum nodded knowingly.

他 说:

"You suspect that the Sea of ​​Light is involved in this? After all, 'copying' and 'shaping' are also paths of the Void Path. Do you want me to start from this angle?"

"Yes, this is our request, and it is also the need for peace that the Eredar civilization longs for during its period of recuperation."

Kil'jaeden said:
“We are all race gods and cannot refuse such a responsibility. If Nathrezim really does something dangerous, no civilization in the entire star sea can stand aside.”

"I know."

Dick nodded and said:
"Then after the Summer Festival, I will use my connections in the Twisting Nether to investigate this matter. The main battlefield will be yours for the time being. By the way, how was your cooperation with Velen after his death?"

The question carried a strong sense of voyeurism, and the Grim Reaper in black didn't bother to respond.

He wasn't the kind of weak person who would open his soul to others for judgment. So, as the cold wind blew, Kil'jaeden disappeared from the bustling arena, but Diakum clearly saw the fleeting smile beneath his helmet.

Wow, Kil'jaeden's chin is all pouty now.

It seems that the eternal companionship between the white-clad Grim Reaper and the black-clad Grim Reaper is quite fulfilling.

Just as Diakm was about to deliver a scathing critique, Archbishop Nelly suddenly rushed over and whispered to Diakm, who was beaming with a maternal smile:

"Illidan Stormrage has disappeared in the Twisting Nether. It is said that his demon hunting expedition, which he personally led, was ambushed by an unknown force! The demon lords who worship Sargeras have already declared that the Starhunter will surely perish in the black flames of fel energy."

"Um!?"

(End of this chapter)