"So, that Diakum the Saint asked you to come and kill N'Zoth, but he didn't even give you his legendary "Ashbringer" holy blade? Isn't this just asking you to die?"
Among the Boralus City shrouded by Horrific Vision, the king Daelin, wearing Stormcaller Crown and Voidstone Holy Crest, leaned on a cane and stood at the entrance of Proudmoore Fortress. He complained to Marshal Lothar who came over with a team of the Imperial Army:
"The person you want to go on an expedition is Old God! He is also the most insidious and cunning guy among Old God. I don't even ask you to organize dozens of demigods to besiege it. You should have at least ten demigods to form a team to deal with it, right?
But look at the Warriors who are still fighting in this city. How can there be any demigods?
There are only some legends coming to join in the fun, you are not planning to gather a group of mortals to challenge N'Zoth, are you?"
"Well, you talk a lot."
Lothar was leaning on Emperor's Sword, looking at the king Daelin in front of him with strange eyes.
This guy is indeed on the same level as Admiral Daelin. The old sailor looks shameless and free-spirited. The Daelin in front of him has a majestic face, solemn demeanor, and a sense of momentum in his every move.
It seems that N'Zoth did not randomly divide Daelin Proudmoore into two halves, and it was definitely not cut casually. That Old God really carefully "pieced together" the half suitable for becoming the ruler into the "king" in front of him.
The remaining "leftovers" were spelled out as Sailor Daelin.
Well, it seems that guy is really complicated.
Faced with King Daelin's complaints, Lothar was not in the mood to answer. He pointed at Proudmoore Fortress in front of him and said to King Daelin:
"I want to commandeer this place. My Warriors have repelled those cultists and Void Creature's sieges several times. They are very tired. They need a safe fortress to rest. This castle is the best defense facility in Port of Boralus.
You said you are from "our side", so that's convenient."
Faced with Lothar's request, King Daelin shrugged and said:
"I would love to help you, but there are already "guests" in the castle, and the place is full."
"Huh?"
The marshal looked at the "King in Black" in front of him in surprise. Daelin turned sideways to get out of the way, and looked inside along the entrance of the castle. The marshal quickly saw some "people" hiding in the darkness, looking around and whispering.
Those guys still have human forms, but all of them are covered in shadows, as if they can perfectly blend into the dark night when they are motionless.
The passage of the castle was so dark that Lothar couldn't see how many "people" were crowded inside, but in the strange dark light above Gleam, the marshal could clearly see that the guys hiding in the castle all had very pale skin and were morbidly thin.
This is clearly not a "normal human being".
These are no longer "human beings", but rather look like the "white ghosts" Orcs who Durotan once told himself about living on Nagrand.
"No, they are people!
They were the residents who did not have time to escape from the city when the pirates attacked. They did not have the courage to offend Kingdom Regent's orders, so they could only hide in their homes and pray in vain to the tide or Holy Light.
But as the days passed, no miracle happened.
They were so scared that they melted into the shadows, and the shadows embraced them.
It wasn't until I was falling into this Waking Dream, until I was seeing these "Shadowkin" people, that I realized why Vigilant wanted me to complete the coronation ceremony.
If I don't become the master of this Waking Dream, I won't be able to protect my people."
King Daelin nodded the cane in his hand that was dotted with jet black light, and said seriously:
"These are the residents of Boralus and even Kul Tiras, Marshal Lothar. I am the king of Kul Tiras and N'yalotha. It is my duty to protect them.
I know you need to rest, so I can allow you to enter the castle, but I hope you will not disturb my subjects, do not walk into the moving darkness at will, do not scare them, and I hope you will not be frightened by these poor people."
This explanation made Lothar look serious.
He drew a triangle Holy Crest on his chest and asked in a low voice:
"Such people. I mean these "Shadowkin", are there many of them in the city?"
"Those Kul Tiras people who failed to escape from the Drustvar Mountains, the most cowardly souls were the first to be found by the shadows. Originally, this process would progress slowly, until years or even decades later, the entire Kul Tiras life would be dragged into the dream of this ancient god."
King Daelin explained:
"There are only tens of thousands of Shadowkin in this dream now, but N'Zoth converted the projection of the Dark Empire with Material World, and all the mortals in Kul Tiras were dragged into Waking Dream in a short time.
If you and I can't come up with a solution, then maybe in a few days, you and all your Warriors will become one of them!
This is not something that can be changed by will, Marshal Lothar.
This is the forced erosion of flesh and spirit from Void Energy. That kind of change and alienation will not take your mood into consideration, nor will it stop just because you don't like it. That's why I say Diakum sent you to die!
It is difficult for Holy Light to shine into N'Zoth and Waking Dream. Your faith cannot help you here.
You'd better have other reinforcements, otherwise I can only welcome you to my "territory" as a "king"."
Lothar nodded.
He did not explain much, but the Holy Light on the armor of him and the Iron Horse Knightss beside him was dim but still real. This was enough to show that King Daelin had just exaggerated the power of the void here.
Holy Light can obviously still take care of them. More importantly, even if Holy Light is really obscured by darkness, can Lothar still take Imperial Army and retreat now?
Obviously it's impossible.
They have a complete war plan, and they must stick to the plan until the last moment.
But soon, Lothar realized a problem that he had no time to consider before. He glanced at the "Shadowkin" walking in the shadows in the Proudmoore castle and said:
"You said you are the king of Kul Tiras and "N'yalotha"?"
"Yes, N'Zoth needs a "virtual to real conversion" node. I am the symbolic node. I suggest you not to get too entangled in this kind of thing.
You are not Void Creature, nor do you walk on the path of dreams. Thinking about these "symbolic" related issues rashly will make your brain explode, especially in this place where Void Energy is full, and any extra thinking may lead to some "strange things"."
King Daelin shrugged and said to Lothar:
"I also know what you are thinking. You want to ask if we come to Sober Dream, then where is the last city N'yalotha that originally existed here Dark Empire?
The answer is Material World.
Dark Empire of Void Creature is now standing on the territory of Kul Tiras, among which Faceless Ones, K'xir, corpse eaters, dark elements and other monsters have all entered Material World along with their empire.
The demons are dancing wildly.
Just like in an instant, Azeroth has a kingdom of void forces. They will soon launch a crazy invasion of every place in the world, and wherever they go will become the XJ land of the Dark Empire.
Do you know what is the most tragic thing?"
Lothar nodded.
He said:
"I have invited elite soldiers and generals from all forces in the world to fight against World Enemy. Now they are all entangled by the forces under N'Zoth. The country that should be protected by them is also in extreme weakness."
"Yes, you have stepped into N'Zoth's trap, although this trap was not prepared for you."
King Daelin pushed his majestic and mysterious Darkglow Crown and said:
"N'Zoth failed to catch the biggest fish, but it did catch a lot of fish in this net. Although it couldn't trick Vigilant into killing Void Lord, it did catch all of you who Diakum protected so carefully.
Saviorss should all be in this action, right?
Think about it if you were not in this world."
"It's not afraid of losing its teeth due to its excessive appetite."
Lothar cursed, but then saw King Daelin about to leave, which made Lothar waved his hand to stop him in surprise, pointed at the city under Horrific Vision, which was in chaos at this time, and said to Daelin:
"It's a chaotic place. Where are you going?"
"Go save my son."
The king said:
"I was originally faced with a choice. I could only choose one between Shadowkin and Tandred. But now that you are here, Emperor of the Empire, I can safely entrust my people to you for the time being. I am going to fulfill the duties of a father.
Another Daelin is also on the way.
That child was trapped in this dream by N'Zoth. It originally used Tandred as a medium to lure me into the darkness, but by some strange combination of circumstances, I broke free from its bonds, so now it has degenerated from Old God to the level of a "kidnapper."
It demands that I obey it, but I have no intention of doing so."
Seeing that Lothar still had doubts, Daelin sighed and said:
"I have been emphasizing that I am the king of Kul Tiras and N'yalotha, which means that I have the power to pass and rule in both the "reality" and the "dream" created by N'Zoth.
All the Void Creatures who are at war with you in this city are my subordinates, and the order N'Zoth gave me is to let me entangle you and drag you until you are eroded by the void and become "one of my own".
They are leaderless because I have no intention of fulfilling that order. Otherwise, where would you have the chance to walk up to me with your Warriors?
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In the outside world, you are an emperor and a hero.
But here, you are just a commoner and prey.
So, go hunting and kill every Void Creature you see!"
King Daelin waved his cane, and along the line of defense crossed by the cane wrapped in the dim light of the void, the energy of the void suddenly weakened to the point where it would not give Warriors a splitting headache and burst out with illusions.
Lothar can also hear the scolding of N'Zoth, which is scolding an arrogant servant for daring to provoke the creator.
"It's going to send out its "watchdogs" to kill you."
King Daelin curled his lips and said:
"But the deal is done. Unless it doesn't want to maintain the current "conversion between virtual and real", it will not destroy this node of mine with its own hands.
Just hold on here, Lothar, I don't know how you are going to deal with N'Zoth, but if you can really push the war to the end by relying on faith, even if N'Zoth is no longer willing, it will have to show up here in person to kill you.
Anyway, I wish you good luck, and I wish you good luck."
After saying that, King Daelin leaned on his cane, put the Voidstone Holy Crest on his chest to the perfect position, and then strode into the city shrouded in the sky in front of him.
When he disappeared, the "Shadowkin" hiding in Proudmoore Fortress suddenly became violent. Under the stunned gaze of the Imperial Army soldiers, those sickly "figures" roared out of their hiding place and turned into dancing shadows and rushed into the city, so fast that Warrior had no time to stop them.
"Marshal!"
General Blackmoore under the wolf Human Form rushed up and said loudly:
"Didn't you promise King Daelin that you would protect these Shadowkin for him? Now that they have all run away, how can we bring them back in this chaotic situation?"
"Why bring them back?"
Lothar looked at General Blackmoore and said seriously:
"The people in Waking Dream just choose to follow their king into battle. It's obvious that the "coronation" before Daelin is not just as simple as being given a title. These Shadowkin really regard him as a leader, so, wish them good luck.
General, send a message to our Warriors and ask them to advance and assemble towards Proudmoore Fortress.
We need to build a line of defense here to resist N'Zoth's nightmare creation."
As soon as he finished speaking, a black void vortex burst out in the ruined city of Horrific Vision. Along with the deep sound of footsteps and the shaking of the earth, a "big black dog" with two big heads and countless small heads stepped into the Sober Dream.
It roared and rushed towards the direction of Lothar. It was extremely ferocious and powerful. Filthy saliva dripped wherever it went, allowing the corrosion of the void to fill the already miserable ruins.
This guy must be the "watchdog" Daelin calls him.
But Lothar is not afraid of it.
The marshal took a step forward, activated Heart of Azeroth, and let himself be surrounded by the power of Saviors to face the big black dog.
King Daelin made it very clear. Without his cooperation, N'Zoth can only do it himself to make these Supreme Star Soul Saviorss fall into the void. Thousand Tentacle Demon will definitely appear on the battlefield!
At that time, it's time to convey World Mother's "greetings" to N'Zoth yourself.
Boralus City's dock.
This place used to be called Tradewinds Market, and it was the most prosperous and huge Trade District in the entire South Seas. The business turnover here every day was a figure that would make other kings drool with envy.
The strength of Kul Tiras has never just relied on Tidesages or their Invincible Fleet. This naval power's leading trade scale and its geographical location in the middle of the South Seas route are the keys to its rise.
Unfortunately, the South Seas chaos and the Kul Tiras disaster completely ruined all of this.
The Tradewinds Market that was replaced in this Waking Dream is extremely depressed. There is no breath of life here, and it is as dead as a cemetery. But on the black lightless water, a ferocious "living battleship" is sailing at full sail, even if there is no wind on the water.
Admiral Daelin wearing a pirate hat proudly stood on the bow of the ship leaning on Abyssal Trident. With a bruised nose and a swollen face, he looked towards his city.
I feel ashamed to say it.
After being split by his soul, this was his first time coming to Boralus.
He saw from a distance the guy in black robes, wearing a crown and holding a cane standing by the dock. He was the only one there, and the admiral felt as if he was dazzled.
He rubbed his eyes and looked at the sea again. There was indeed only King Daelin there, but at a certain moment just now, he clearly saw a whole group of ragged citizens standing behind King Daelin.
Those guys crowded the entire dead Tradewinds Market like ghosts, and they seemed to be silently guarding their king.
As the powerful and violent Sea Sovereign slowly approached the shore and took the initiative to anchor, the tentacle-like flesh and blood ramp flipped downwards and finally touched the shore.
The admiral strode down from above.
Behind him were Arathi people and State Priest, who took the time to rest in the cabin along the way.
I thought it would be very dangerous to rest inside a "living" battleship, but it turns out that Daelin has a really good relationship with his ship. After the admiral's instructions, Sea Sovereign did not "eat" these guys.
It also gave them a nice dream.
"Emperor Lothar resists N'Zoth's army at Proudmoore Fortress, and Thousand Tentacle Demon will eventually appear there."
King Daelin waved his hand in a grand manner and said:
"Go ahead and leave the old sailor here. He and I have another thing to do."