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After King Daelin pointed the direction for the State Priests of the Arathi Empire, these hundreds of powerful and fanatical holy flame warriors rushed to the direction of Proudmoore Fortress regardless of the danger.
They were led by His Excellency Exalted One Kairon, carrying Arathi Empire and Battle Standard engraved with Holy Flame on their backs. Everyone held special sacred torches and rushed into this evil dream of the void without fear.
General Stiltek did not follow.
She took some of the injured Priest back to Stormsong Valley in Waking Dream, where many soldiers of the Arathi expeditionary force were scattered throughout the valley. The general, as the commander, must find them back.
What's more, there are also villages and towns in the valley, and there are many Kul Tiras people who are facing the erosion of the void and need help.
It has been proven in previous battles that the Holy Flame worshiped by Arathi people can also restrain the Void Power in the dream when lit. This means that as long as Arathi people lights enough sacred braziers in the dream, those trapped in Waking Dream can survive until the end of this "nightmare".
After the Priests left, Admiral Daelin looked at his other self up and down on the shore.
He circled around King Daelin several times, and then said critically:
"You're a very stylish guy. You feel like a more refined and chic version of me, but you're just a bit more effeminate."
"Oh my god, don't you know you're judging another self?"
King Daelin covered his eyes and sighed:
"It's okay to ridicule others. It can be understood as the rude and bad style of sailors at sea, but now you are even mocking yourself. I feel that compared to me, you are more like the guy who was infused by the void and went crazy."
"What are you talking about? I don't think I'm crazy."
Admiral Daelin bared his teeth, pointed to the waiting battleship behind him, and said:
"I have a ship waiting. It can set sail at any time, but I lack a pilot. Do you know where to find the child?"
"Of course, I know."
King Daelin raised his cane, pointed at Port of Boralus's dark and foggy outer sea, and said:
"In this sea, on a "small boat", the evil evil god fulfilled the child's greatest desire."
"Grow up."
Admiral Daelin bared his teeth and complained:
"I knew that when little Jaina was rescued from the devil by Vigilant and returned home as a big girl, I noticed the light in Tandred's eyes. That little fool longed to experience adventures like his sister and grow up quickly.
Like every man in Proudmoore family, he longs for the sea. He hopes that he will grow up quickly and be able to command a fleet like his brother and sail across the sea with great majesty.
Well, I understand!
I know how N'Zoth made Tandred "obedient"."
The admiral walked quickly to his warship, with the king following behind him. When the two boarded the tentacle-like ramp of flesh and blood, the admiral clearly felt that his wife's ship was "stupefied" for a moment.
Sea Sovereign seems to be wondering why there are two "masters" and they are both real?
"What a great ship!"
King Daelin stood on the deck, stretched out his hand and touched the main mast with "scales", he sighed and said:
"This was originally a coronation gift given to me by N'Zoth, the "King of N'yalotha". It wanted me to drive this ship to drown Lothar and his Imperial Army in this dream, but I refused it.
So, you got it."
"Stop talking nonsense, of course the precious ship I grabbed with my strength is mine."
The admiral hated the king's habit of talking nonsense.
He grabbed the slender tentacle-like boat rope and swung to the bridge, grabbed the steering wheel and turned it casually. The fierce living battleship took the initiative to put away the anchor like Black Claw, and quickly turned away from the coast without any wind.
The admiral stared closely at the fog that was constantly being torn apart in front of him. He seemed to be in some kind of fighting state, while King Daelin stood on the bow of the ship, holding his cane in both hands, and Stormcaller Crown above his head was beating with Thunder lightning.
This dark sea area without any wind, without any light, and without even any living creatures seemed to be agitated by some kind of "preparation" action by the king, which was the ability of Stormcaller Crown, one of Abyssal Trinity Relics.
It can ride the storm.
It sounds bad. After all, both the God of Wind and Tidal Stone have the ability to control the storm, but N'Zoth spent a lot of effort to create the three holy objects in order to make Dark Empire rise again.
Such a huge ambition will naturally inject enough power into these three holy objects.
Therefore, Stormcaller Crown can not only set off storms and tides in Material World, it can even directly act on Sea of Darkness and its reflection in any realm. In this place without a trace of wind and waves, a storm generated by the anger of Daelin is taking shape.
"I said!"
Admiral Daelin was driving the battleship, and he seemed to have seen the "fleet" looming in the mist ahead.
He shouted:
"N'Zoth How many ships did you find for my son? This is the only one we have! Using one ship to fight an entire fleet, I may be crazy to have such a dream."
"Heh, you'd better hope you're crazy, because you're going to be fighting a ship, not just a fleet."
King Daelin laughed.
His fingers touched the Voidstone Holy Crest on his chest, and as he flicked his fingers, a shield shaped by darkness was applied to the hull of the Sea Sovereign that was advancing at high speed.
Void Stone is an energy defense and can absorb part of any form of attack, just like a downgraded version of "Shadowed Heart".
The Abyssal Trident in the hands of the admiral is naturally the attack method of Overmind among the three holy weapons. How powerful this thing is, the three Void Demigod that died in the hands of the admiral must have a say.
The most powerful force can be exerted when these three things are gathered together. That is the "King's Regalia" that N'Zoth chose for himself as the king of N'yalotha.
Theoretically, these three things cannot be used by a second person.
But what should I say? Who told N'Zoth to be so stupid that he had to divide a good Daelin into two? Is this okay?
Not only can people cooperate with each other to save their son, but they can even take apart the three holy weapons and use them without triggering any negative effects.
As for the Admiral's question just now
At the moment when the sea fog dispersed in front of him, King Daelin also sighed and said:
"How many ships have been lost in this sea over the years? How many pirate ships and merchant ships have been sunk by you on South Seas over the years?"
The admiral shrugged and looked at the huge fleet that gradually appeared in front of him.
A conservative estimate is that there must be forty or fifty ships of various sizes.
These ships with different shapes and functions were unified into a fleet, and they were arranged in a decent manner on the sea to occupy an advantageous bombardment position.
When Sea Sovereign was approaching at high speed, the opponent's first round of shelling had already hit it in the air.
"I regret it!"
The admiral turned the steering wheel crazily, making his precious ship continue to make snakeskin maneuvers amid the hail of bullets.
This is because Daelin has excellent ship-handling skills and this newly born warship in the void is powerful enough. Otherwise, random maneuvers at such high speed will definitely tear the keel apart.
He shouted loudly in the violent shaking:
"I shouldn't have dragged that little guy along to teach him so much about naval warfare when he was supposed to be playing! Look, does this look like a formation that a six-year-old child can put together?"
"It's too late to regret it now."
King Daelin propped up Void Stone's shield and summoned the black Thunder to blast at his son's "Toy Fleet". He said loudly:
"I told you a long time ago, you should let your son learn how to govern the country, instead of cultivating him to be like you Warrior! Just like you should let Jaina be a traveler or painter, instead of letting her come into contact with that damn magic.
Proudmoore family has enough people to beat.
But you are just not satisfied!
You just want to conquer the sea."
"Hmph, that's why I can conquer South Seas, but you can only be a stupid king!"
The admiral cursed:
"Be well protected! I'm going to launch a bombardment. I'm going to replace the whip with a tragic failure, so that the little fool on the opposite side can see what a real naval battle is!"
"Boom"
At a certain moment, when the high-speed Sea Sovereign seized a shelling window, the terrifying projection caused by the volley from the oncoming row of gun windows instantly sank four ships of the opposing fleet.
The formation of those four ships was too dense.
In this kind of close range bombardment, you should line up in a column. This is the most basic common sense in naval warfare.
"Ah! I made a mistake."
On the console of the flagship "Pride of the Dark Empire" of N'Zoth's "Toy Fleet", Tandred·Proudmoore, who had blond hair, wore a captain's uniform, a general's hat, and an open chest, patted his forehead with regret.
But then he grinned and said loudly:
"But it doesn't matter, the speed of the opponent's ship can no longer be faster, and our advance will reduce its range of activities! No matter who is on that ship, I will sink it! I will not allow anyone to step into our Kul Tiras.
You think so, father?"
"Of course, my child, you are the guardian of the country. You are better and more outstanding than Derek and Jaina. You will definitely become a maritime hero of Kul Tiras and even the entire world."
Dressed in black, "Daelin" floated next to Tandred in a gentle and paternal manner, watching his "son" waving Command Dagger and commanding his fleet to surround and kill those idiots who dared to provoke Dark Empire.
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In the dark water behind the flagship, one after another Undead battleships that had sunk long ago but were swallowed up by the dark ocean floated to the surface, quickly making up for the losses of the Tandred fleet.
Haha, two Daelins with completely different personalities, completely different pursuits, and even more extreme behavior styles joined forces in order to take back their child.
How ridiculous!
Do you really think this Thousand Tentacle Demon is your only choice Daelin?
Tandred·Proudmoore is the prince of Kul Tiras. As long as the king dies, he still has the right to inherit the throne!
Alas, although the path of Dream of All Beings is mysterious and unpredictable, it has limits after all.
Dark Empire is indeed in despair. Nowadays it is so difficult to replace a kingdom with your own dream. If you want to turn the whole world into your own Slumbering City, you may have to become Lesser God yourself before you can give it a try.
But that doesn't matter.
Azeroth's Saviors have now been dragged into their own Waking Dream. Unable to break free, they can only watch themselves fall into the void. These the Fallen will surely become the cornerstone of the Dark Empire's re-emergence.
"Holy Light is up there! Look, the land of Kul Tiras is full of Void Creature running around, not just on the land itself, but also in the surrounding sea areas The filth of the void is everywhere. Dark Empire has reappeared in Material World, and it is polluting the territory of World Mother with its arrogant and domineering attitude."
The speeding Exodar lowered its altitude from above the clouds, but on the navigation platform, Yrel had already seen the filthy and depraved scene below.
Her Divine Condemnation made all the Lightforgeds around her filled with indignation.
They can all see the scene of this mortal kingdom today. A Void Temple cast from the Blackrock Clan stands on the spot that originally belonged to Boralus, with a mysterious obelisk suspended on the towering platform.
Just like the towers surrounding the temple, under each Twilight Obelisk stands a powerful and ferocious Qiraji Brute.
Those ferocious black tentacles dance wildly on the surface like a swarm of snakes, and under each tentacle, which is like a thousand-year-old giant tree, there is a nest that hatches filth.
Countless Faceless Ones and Flesh Beast staggered out of it, and mixed into the army of N'Zoth amidst the strange insect screams.
The fallen Void Prophet chanted Words of the Thousand Tentacle Demon loudly, and the prayers of countless Shath'yar were mixed together to form the terrifying Corrupted Prayer. All foreign enemies who dared to approach this Void Sanctuary would suffer spiritual annihilation and infusion of darkness.
N'Zoth has worked hard for countless years.
It weaves the last afterglow of the Dark Empire in its own memory in the secret place of Dream of All Beings, preserving the last edge of the long-destroyed ancient god era in this way, and it is blooming and bearing fruit today.
Yes.
Who says the age of the void is over?
Tens of millions of years later, those Dark Entitys who once ran across the earth are back!
They have returned from the nightmare of the world, and they want to pull up the Dark Empire that has collapsed long ago from the ruins of history, clean it up, and then stand on top of the world again.
The situation seemed to be unstoppable. Even the Vrykul She-wolfs on the spaceship who were pulled over from Northrend by Lelan looked at each other, but Helya just polished his sharp blade with an expressionless expression.
She thinks the battlefield below is quite good.
For World Mother and Shieldmaiden, they should fearlessly fight in such a battlefield and win.
Yrel is shouting for Holy Light Arbiter Main Cannon to fire and destroy the Remnants of the Dark Empire below, the countless Void Abomination running on the ground, and the entire Kul Tiras Island.
"No!"
Archbishop of Holy Twilight Saloras stretched out her hand and knocked on Yrel's forehead. She scolded:
"Waking Dream has been bound to reality. Destroying Remnants of the Dark Empire here is equivalent to sending Kul Tiras in Waking Dream to the sky. Lothar and Imperial Army, as well as the elves who are raiding Il'gynoth, will all die under this shot!
This is not the solution Holy Light Walker should choose to solve the problem."
"Then what should we do? The void has spread."
Yrel was so anxious that her tail swung up and she said loudly:
"At the rate at which they are spreading, it will take up to three days for Zandalari Island to... No, Zandalari Island will not be a problem. There are swarms of insects there, and these chunks of void meat will just feed the swarms of insects."
"Not a swarm."
Saloras shook his head and gestured to his sister Oreses. She looked at the broken main body of N'yalotha city below, which was the "axis of evil".
The archbishop narrowed his eyes and said:
"Before Vigilant went to the Northland, he personally sent something back to Exodar, and told us to use it only at the most critical time. I think Commander Diakum was referring to this time.
Okay.
Since the truth no longer makes sense, since moral principles and doctrines are useless, let's turn to physical criticism!
I hope the weapons created by that crazy King Mechagnomes can be of some use."
"Jaina, what's wrong with you?"
Just when Saloras and Oreses were preparing a certain weapon of mass destruction, Yrel, who was Deputy Security Captain of the Arcane Academy, suddenly noticed something abnormal about Jaina.
This usually very stable girl turned pale now, holding something in her hand and trembling.
"Do you need to see a doctor?"
Yrel stepped forward and whispered:
"How about I give you Lay on Hands first?"
"No, no, Yrel mentors me. I saw my father and brother fighting. They attacked each other on Black Sea Surface. That was N'Zoth's conspiracy!"
Jaina grabbed Yrel's hand, her eyes full of longing, and she said almost crazy:
"I want to stop them, and I want to protect my best relatives! I can't let my brother or father become Kinslaying Beast! That kind of thing must never happen in Proudmoore family!"
PS:
Dark Empire concept map: