Aegwynn is very busy.
She wants to complete the positioning of the entire Azeroth and Titan facilities as soon as possible to mark the follow-up cleanup plan.
After expelling Fel Well from Dalaran, Star Soul Guardian teleported herself to an unknown location to continue locating the traces left by Titan. Six hours later, she returned here on time, ready to complete the entire teleportation of Dalaran.
She wanted to send the ruins of the city together with the Ley Node below to the Stormwind Kingdom, so that Dalaran could complete the "rebirth after ashes" in a new location. Apparently, this was because Kirin Tor, who had always been looked down upon by Aegwynn, acted very hard this time, allowing them to save some impression points here at Aegwynn.
So the guardian decided to help them out.
Theoretically speaking, this outrageous operation is impossible. Even Blue Dragon cannot move Ley Node freely, but the guardian with the power of Star Soul has its own privileges.
To put it bluntly, Ley Node is the gathering of energy veins of stars under the earth, which is equivalent to the blood vessels of Azeroth. The Heart of Azeroth in the hands of Aegwynn can change and seal this thing.
If she hadn't been given a heavier mission by Star Soul Lord and allowed Aegwynn to let go and do things, she alone would be enough to suppress all the chaos currently happening in Northern Borderlands. Unfortunately, from a planetary perspective, everything that is happening in Northern Borderlands cannot even be considered "chaos".
However, when Aegwynn landed on the ruins of Dalaran as the guardian's "ancestral" Raven Form, she glanced over and discovered something was wrong.
"Isn't this number more than 150,000?"
Aegwynn looked at the bustling crowd on the ruins, turned back and stared at Antonidas, Grand Magus felt a little embarrassed, and he whispered:
"King Terenas is determined to send away the civilians in Lordaeron City together. For this reason, the king even issued a prayer for us."
"Mysterious lady!"
Bishop Benedictus, who was guarding the civilians, stepped forward and bowed at 90 degrees. He said in a hoarse voice:
"Please take these innocent people with you to the Stormwind Kingdom. The Warriors of Lordaeron will stay in their hometown to resist the devil, but the innocent people cannot survive in this cruel place. Although Kul Tiras warships will come to pick them up, every day they stay in Northern Borderlands, they will suffer a day of torture.
Please show mercy."
This bishop almost knelt down in front of Aegwynn.
If the guardian opened his mouth, Benedictias would probably kneel down without hesitation at this time, but there was someone faster than him.
Princess Calia, who was holding her younger brother, stepped forward and was about to say something when the crowd beside her fell to their knees. The children were frightened and cried, which made the already miserable Dalaran ruins even more lingering with indelible sadness at this moment.
"Lady Aegwynn, please help them!"
Kael'thas is a kind-hearted elf prince. At this time, he was tired and stepped forward with the support of his fiancée Lanathel, pleading to Aegwynn:
"We have just used Eye of Dalaran to reinforce the structure of the entire city. This may reduce the pressure you will bear when teleporting, and may also be able to take away more people. Those of us with power must protect these innocent people, otherwise what is the point of pursuing power?"
"It's not about numbers, you fools."
Aegwynn originally wanted to use the adjective "idiot", but in the end he changed it to a gentler title.
She shook her head and shouted loudly to the mages around her:
"Then I am only responsible for teleportation, using more subtle manipulation to suppress possible damage to the continental shelf. You are scattered throughout the ruins. During the entire teleportation process, you must support a thick enough barrier to protect civilians from being affected by the chaotic space.
Let them stay in the ruins and stop running around!
Especially when teleportation is in progress, under the chaotic spatial structure, any individual displacement will cause unpredictable and serious consequences.
Take action, quickly!"
Under her scolding, Council of Six immediately arranged for his mages to go to different areas of the city ruins.
Aegwynn stayed in the city square and inserted Staff of Sargeras into the ground. As she cast the spell, the ground around the city began to shake irregularly, as if a small earthquake was tearing apart the connection between the city and the Northern Borderlands ground.
This movement was immediately sensed by a certain "big shot" in Lordaeron.
In a palace alchemy room, Lord Daval paused mixing the blood of the black dragon with other medicines in his hands. As Azeroth's most famous "biologist," he was of course performing quite high-end operations at this time.
After all, in order to give the power of the black dragon to humans, we must also ensure that those who drink the potion will not become "over-dragonized", that their minds will not be affected by the corrosion of the void in the short term, and that they will not become insane and unable to control their power.
These demanding requirements obviously require a very high level of alchemy to be completed properly. Fortunately, the members of the Prestor Family are all ingenious.
Although his good-for-nothing daughter has disappeared inexplicably, he still has a trustworthy older son who he can rely on.
"Father, the veins of the earth near Dalaran are being cut off."
Sir Victor Nefarios Prestor, holding the alchemical reagent in his hand, whispered to his father:
"That is your area of power."
"Yes, Earth Warder controls every inch of the world, but why should I intervene in this tearful fire rescue?"
Lord Daval walked to the window and looked in the direction of Dalaran. The gloomy lord rubbed his chin and said with interest:
"Not only will I not stop them, but I will help them leave better and faster!
We need to take advantage of the current situation to send away all those troublesome guys, leaving the most fanatical and loyal Warrior to fight on the battlefield of Northern Borderlands.
My son, people in war will pay any price to win, let alone drink a potion that can make them stronger. This demonic war will not destroy the order of Northern Borderlands, on the contrary, a new order will be created.
And shaped by our will!
The tragedy that happened to the Green Dragon Legion is the future of other Dragon Aspects. Those troublesome guys will soon be unable to interfere with us. Victor, Black Dragonflight will control this continent in another way, and our dependents will shape the real "Dragon Empire" for us.
That's just the prelude to Hour of Twilight's arrival!"
As Earth Warder, Deathwing can actually feel more details.
For example, Aegwynn, who is presiding over this "Extreme Teleportation" at this time, has some kind of power that makes him feel familiar. It is the power from World Heart, and it is the power that Titan has been suppressing and restraining.
World Soul wakes up!
He has chosen His spokesperson, which means that it is only a matter of time before Titan's cage is dismantled.
Although Everything Unification Field has been broken into pieces, that thing is still blocking the void from corroding Star Soul, and once it is removed, the road leading to Star Soul will be completely revealed.
Of course, the most vicious Old Gods will also be removed one by one during this process.
A weird smile appeared on Deathwing's mouth. It raised its fingers and vibrated slightly to control the power of the earth to help Aegwynn better peel off the connection between Dalaran and the earth's veins below.
Star Soul Spokesperson, you should hurry up and deal with the cage left by Titan and those crazy Old God.
I will lurk in the shadows of the mortal empire, and when you finally release all the shackles for Star Soul, I will insert the most deadly sting into World Heart when you win.
"Ha, your victory will also turn into my victory! Hour of Twilight, it will come eventually!"
Lord Daval is in a really good mood.
It looked at "Dalaran Floating City" rising into the sky amidst the debris flying and the earth cracking. It felt farewell and blessings in its heart. The troublesome guys were all sent away, which meant that no one could interfere with its next wanton behavior.
"My son, call more people to come Lordaeron City!"
The lord waved his hand and said:
"We must complete the "arming" of King Terenas's Warrior as soon as possible. After you make this batch of potions, go to the Stormwind Kingdom in person and lurk in Green Skins Orcs's army. After Zuluhed uses Dragon Soul to complete his mission, bring my artifact back.
Huh, the pathetic bug doesn't know how to use it properly."
"As you command, father."
Black Dragon Prince Nefarian hesitated for a moment and whispered:
"Would you like to look for your sister on the way? She has been missing for more than a month."
"Whatever you want, just don't delay the business. Alas, I am so wise in my life, how could I give birth to such a useless daughter?"
"What does "Dalaran is about to arrive at the Stormwind Kingdom"?"
When Marshal Lothar and King Llane received the news, the two leaders who were planning to recapture Westfall were confused.
There is nothing difficult to understand in this sentence, but there seems to be something wrong with the subject, but Royal Grand Magus will not lie. Looking at Andomas Grand Magus's nervous look, you know that this must be an emergency.
The two rushed to Harbor District, and after boarding the guard tower, they found that Archbishop Diakum the Saint and Alonsus were also here.
Khadgar is explaining the principle of this spell as simply as possible for others.
But before Khadgar's "Teleportation Spell small class" ended, a violent roar exploded over Endless Sea between Stormwind and Westfall. It was like the most piercing roar and explosion. When people covered their ears and raised their heads, they could clearly see a black vortex being torn out of the space under the sky.
The spatial structure Black Lightning that was torn apart by violence continued to echo around the vortex, and a city that was completely "pulled out" from under the earth was slowly being sent out from the space vortex covered with a purple magic barrier.
This scene shocked everyone on the dock and made the Stonemasons' Brotherhood workers who were busy repairing the city open their mouths. It's no wonder that they had never seen the world before. Even Twins next to Diakum had his eyes wide open.
They have been fighting Burning Legion among the stars for more than 20,000 years, and have seen enough of the world, but Azeroth, these "magic barbarians", can always do some ruthless things that make people's eyes dazzle.
"That's not Floating City at all! It doesn't have any levitation spells or anti-gravity devices operating."
Saloras sighed and said:
"It's totally a trick of Li Dazhuangfei. It's really nonsense."
Oreses nodded crazily.
However, Archbishop Nali feels that this scene is quite familiar. If you think about it carefully, this is not the scene where Medivh sent an entire Orcs city into Azeroth.
Hey, as expected of a mother and son, look at the ideas and methods of solving problems that are all carved out of the same mold.
"They're landing."
Diakum pointed to the sea ahead and said:
"From now on, there will be an additional "city island" between Stormwind and Westfall. Lady Aegwynn has accurately calculated its position. After Dalaran falls, it will be embedded in the local seabed Ley Line. There is no need to worry about what impact this will have on the Stormwind Kingdom.
However, there are more than 200,000 local civilians from Lordaeron City and Dalaran on the island, including Princess Calia Menethil and Prince Arthas Menethil. These two need to be greeted personally by His Majesty Llane."
"They escaped from the war-torn Northern Borderlands."
Lothar rubbed his chin and said:
"They are scared. At this time, they need the comfort of stability and order most. Magic Plague's infection is also a problem that needs to be solved. We will first send supplies and mobilize Forest Sprite Sage to treat them, and then make detailed arrangements.
It's up to me"
"Let His Majesty Llane take charge. You still have your own affairs."
Diakum said:
"Your Excellency Meryl Winterstorm and my two children have brought you the things you need most, so please prepare. Lothar, your ancestors' sacred objects are about to return."
Marshal Lothar was surprised for a moment, then nodded.
After the huge island city took root in the Endless Sea, King Llane took his queen and Alonsus Archbishop to approach it by boat. After they landed on the island, they were immediately shocked by the devastated ruins of Dalaran and the haggard and fearful civilians.
The battle reports kept describing how bad the situation was for Northern Borderlands, but only when he saw this scene with his own eyes, could King Lightforged truly understand the pressure his fellow humans were under at this time.
"Your Majesty Llane, under the order of King Terenas, I escort the prince and princess to seek refuge at the Stormwind Kingdom."
Sir Uther stepped forward and saluted.
Llane hurriedly helped up this loyal man whose armor still had traces of battle.
He looked at Jialiya, who still had tears in her eyes, and Prince Arthas, who was wiping his eyes next to her. At this moment, King Llane had a subtle sense of déjà vu. He thought that if Stormwind had not resisted the invasion of Green Skins before, then his son would also go to Northern Borderlands like he is now.
Destiny has indeed been changed.
"Don't be afraid, kids."
Llane stepped forward and patted the two children on the shoulders. He said in a deep voice:
"Treat this place as your home. Stormwind Kingdom will never sit back and watch the disaster of Northern Borderlands compatriots. We will fully assist you in returning to your hometown in the future."
"But Father King wuwu, Father King him"
When Arthas saw the warmth on King Llane, Holy Light finally couldn't hold back the depression and sadness in his heart. He wiped his eyes and cried. This reminded Llane of his son who was far away in another world. He squatted down and hugged Arthas, patted his shoulder and said:
"It's okay, you Father King is the most outstanding leader. He will definitely be able to win every battle."
It seemed that he had finally found someone he could rely on, so that the little prince no longer had to endure his sadness.
His cry infected the surrounding knights and civilians, and even Princess Calia was crying silently in the arms of Queen Talia.
In this sad atmosphere, Archbishop Faol, who kept drawing the famous triangle Holy Crest on his chest, found his disciple.
He saw Benedictus, who was surrounded by believers and regarded as the leader, and also saw the tired posture of the opponent holding a long sword and a scroll. This made the archbishop step forward with joy. He knew that the confused souls of Lordaeron also had their own caregivers.
This is the miracle of Holy Light, there is no doubt about it.
"Teacher, me."
Benedictus felt a wave of weakness as soon as he opened his mouth, and was supported by Fao in his arms.
Seeing the Holy Light that he had been entangled with for many days quickly Dispersion turn into a shadow of Seraphim and fly into the city ahead, he realized that the Vigilant Saint who had given him the power of protection was in the city ahead.
"He sheltered us."
The weak Benedictus held Archbishop Faol's hand and said intermittently:
"He is our Savior, the incarnation of Holy Light."
"Yes, child, He has saved more than just you! He has also shaped the hope we need most. Rest, rest in Holy Light of Vigilant, your journey in war and shadow has come to an end."
The archbishop took care of his disciples, and outside the crowd, Old Chen, who had also lost Holy Light's blessing, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The Wanderer glanced helplessly at his Jade Bamboo, which was damaged in the fierce battle, then shrugged openly, put on his bamboo hat and held the small barrel filled with fine wine in his hand.
He took one last look at Stormwind, and finally turned around and left without any regrets.
It is the fate of the wanderer to wander without stopping at a certain place. He has completed his travels in Northern Borderlands, and it is time to start again.
Although he is still thinking about the road "to Pandaria" that Vigilant said, but looking at the devil's invasion of the world, we know that Diakum the Saint will definitely not have time to complete the long journey with him recently that all Pandaren longs for.
He will take advantage of this time to return to Wandering Isle and tell the news to the residents of his hometown.
Although Lord Shen-zin Su is no longer willing to return to his hometown because of the passing of his ancestor Liu Lang, the Pandarens of Wandering Isle are all looking forward to returning to their true homeland, paying homage to their ancestors and conveying their grief after being away from home for hundreds of years.
Besides, if demons invade the world, Wandering Isle may also be in danger. As Five Dawn Temple Chief Monk Master, he has helped other races, so how can he turn a blind eye to his own people.
"But how to get back?"
Old Chen looked helplessly at the endless sea in front of him. It was a chaotic situation right now, and all the ocean-going ships had probably stopped. Master Shen-zin Su had been roaming around the Endless Sea. It was not easy to find them in time.
"Ouch"
Just when Old Chen was scratching his head and scratching his head, amidst the weird neighing, a beautiful Dread Raven with blue feathers and huge wings flapped its wings and landed in front of him.
There is also a nimble little crow standing on this huge raven saddle, just like "hitting a ride".
"Hey, black and white Fat Bear-Man."
Old Anzu's voice sounded from the little crow's mouth, flapping its wings and calling:
"Diakum said you want to go home and asked Old Anzu to give you a ride. Why don't you come up quickly? He told me that your home is roaming around on the back of the largest tortoise in the world. He also said that the tortoise is as tall as a mountain.
Well, I don't believe it.
You Azeroth people are the best at bragging!
That day, I heard those Sunwalker Tauren boast that their ancestors blocked Demon Portal and slaughtered Burning Legion. Huh, is that something a mortal can do?
I see you are all braggarts!"
At the invitation of Old Anzu, Old Chen climbed onto the saddle of Dread Raven. As the giant bird flew into the sky, Monk noticed that there was a box full of fine wine in the horse pocket next to the saddle.
This made the alcoholic Monk smile.
He took out a bottle and opened it and smelled it. Well, it smelled like the sea of stars mixed with sunshine.
This is the wine of victory enjoyed by Army of the Light's Warrior. A box full of Diakum's gifts to Old Chen is a reward. For a dashing hero like him, a thousand gold reward is not as satisfying as a jug of wine.
"There's a stick over there."
Standing on the Old Chen bamboo hat and "riding the wind and waves", the incarnation of Anzu chirped and reminded:
"That is a strange object made by Vigilant from Spriggans's World Tree, polished, and infused with holy power. He said it was a gift and reward for his "old friend"."
"Ha, thank you then."
Old Chen, who drank Holy Light's fine wine, laughed. He happened to be missing a bamboo stick for fighting and carrying wine.
This Vigilant is quite a nice person.
Just as Old Chen was returning home comfortably, Stormwind, Mage Quarter, and Mage Quarter were in a Mage Tower that had just been repaired. Marshal Lothar looked at the barbarian sword lying in the weapon box in front of him with a confused look on his face.
There is nothing wrong with this sword, it is exactly the same as the description of "Strom'kar, the Warbreaker" in his family legend.
The real problem is the spirit floating next to the war sword
"So, you are Anduin Lothar, and you are my last descendant on the Eastern Continent?"
The spirit body of Emperor Thoradin was floating in the air, looking up and down at Lothar with its hands on its hips, and finally shook its head with a look of disdain and a carefree look on its face and said:
"No, no! You seem to be too worthless to inherit my sword unless..."
This King of Barbarians showed a hint of Bloodlust's tough smile and said loudly:
"Unless you can personally chop off the heads of 999 demons in this demon war! Otherwise, I will not agree to a guy who can't even fight on his own to inherit my throne."