LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 120: Chapter 120
The day of the Sunwell's renewal had finally come, and the most powerful/influential Highborn had all gathered on the Isle of Quel'Danas for the occasion.
Bands were playing music, and people were partying with a festive mood.
Meanwhile, Varrus was taking the threat to the restoration very seriously. With the output of his Mana Stones, he could have restored the Sunwell months ago. However, he had Archimonde to worry about, and even the Scourge. If he recreated a font of 'limitless' power, then the Dreadlords would get wind of it, and march those millions of Undead north before they were ready for them.
By delaying by a few months, Varrus, along with his friends and allies had retaken all of Quel'Thalas, and secured their borders.
Now that Telonicus had finished the Rune Stones, Quel'Thalas was hidden from the eyes of the Legion, and the Old Gods. With their land secured, Varrus could finally go through with his long held plan.
Standing in the large crater that had once been the Sunwell before Kael had destroyed it, Varrus had gathered the full might of Quel'Thalas to defend him while he began the restoration process.
Kael'Thas had finished with the Undead Amani, and was hovering nearby with Jan'alai. His army, the Sunfury had set up cannons around the perimeter, and held the few avenues of approach that led to the Sunwell.
Sky Marshal Koren patrolled the skies with over a thousand Dragonhawk Knights.
Lady Liadran rode upon her holy steed, and led a cavalry unit that trampled across open land in an effort to overrun any potential stealthed opponents.
The new Grand Magister, Alistair Bloodsworn and his mages were escorted by the Rangers as they set up anti portal inscriptions around the island.
General Nightsong, along with her most trusted Elites remained at the periphery. Their Darkfallen nature spooked most of the Highborn, but Varrus was paranoid enough that he wanted every Hero he could get his hands on.
As for Varrus, he had constructed thousands of Iron Golems, and placed a dozen, levitating, enchanted Towers of Jenga around the rim of the crater. Each tower housed 50 Dwarven Auto Cannons, and was flush with Mana Stones.
While Varrus was lost in thought, checking to make sure their defenses were spotless, Syra, Jan'alai, and Kael were tagging along.
"So what's so important about this big puddle of water, bestie? I know Zul'Jin always said this was Amani sacred land, but what good is some magic liquid when you could just crush all your problems between your thighs?!" Jan'alai grinned, then paused to flex her muscular legs.
"Some men like to get wet." Syra glanced at Varrus's silky smooth blonde hair hotly. "But the real benefit of the Sunwell is the stamina. I am. Mn. Looking forward to it." Syra said with rosy cheeks.
"Ohhh! I hadn't thought of that! Yeah, Goldilocks is handsome and all, but he could go a few more rounds, ya know? Three really isn't enough to satisfy big girls like us, right?" Jan'alai bodaciously laughed.
"Mn. Three isn't enough." Syra nodded along like a little school girl agreeing with her older teenage sister.
"But back to that wet stuff! This one time, I was so sweaty, I had Goldilocks-" Jan'alai wrapped her arm around Syra's shoulder, and began to wildly gesture.
Walking ahead of them, Varrus and Kael were deep in their own conversation.
The tips of Kael's ears were glowing red as he overheard all the girl talk, but as the youngest King in Quel'Thalas's history, he tried to ignore the rumors, and moved to talk with Varrus to distract himself.
"Ahem. Are you certain this is not over-kill? A formal event, or ceremony, this I understand. But are we truly at risk of being attacked?"
"It's that kind of arrogance that saw us lose to the Scourge in the first place. You're not sniffing that Fel energy again, are you? Green teets haven't driven you mad with exhaustion?" Varrus teased.
"Preposterous! Exhausted? Me? That was merely a rumor!" Kael hotly defended himself.
"Oh? Rumors travel fast, Three times not enough? I guess I know the real reason why you're so invested in the Sunwell." Varrus grinned.
"As if you aren't interested in such properties!" Kael pointed an accusing finger. He dropped all his humility, and looked smug at Varrus as he knew how busy his best friend and wife were.
"I admit, it will be a nice bonus. No man would say no to unlimited stamina." Varrus shrugged his shoulders.
"Hm, true. I haven't had much time to study magic ever since I took up the role of King. With the Sunwell restored, I'll finally be able to resume my favorite hobby." Kael flickered some mana in his hand, and looked longingly at the sparkle.
"Never change Kael, never change. As long as you stay as a nerdy King obsessed with old books, I'll know the kingdom is in good hands." Varrus said.
"I feel like you're mocking me." Kael curled an eyebrow at Varrus.
"What, me? What ever gave you that idea? I imagine your 'hobbies' include holding a book in one hand, and a giant green brea-"
"Goldilocks!" Jan'alai interrupted the conversation, and threw him on top of her shoulders.
"The King takes his throne, hm?" Varrus mocked.
"What is it, Jan'alai?" Kael tried to speak formally, but he couldn't help but smile when his lover ran up to him with so much energy.
"Tell him bestie!" Jan'alai pulled Syra forward.
Kael looked down at his friend's wife, and patiently waited. He didn't exactly care for her strong hold on Varrus, but ever since he had spent so much time with Jan'alai, he somewhat understood.
"...." Syra silently stared at Kael, then hugged Varrus.
"Ahhh, c'mon bestie!" Jan'alai cajoled.
"If Lady Vandercross does not wish to speak, do not force the issue." Kael sternly interjected.
Kael intended to save his friend some face, but apparently what he said had emboldened Syra.
"Three rounds is not enough." Syra nodded sagely, like an ancient wiseman sharing the secrets to the universe.
Kael felt his face freeze, and he woodenly looked to Varrus as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Ah, yeah, so I'm going to start on the Sunwell then, all our defenses seem to be in order. Please, no one distract me while I conduct the ritual." Varrus coughed into his hand, and stared off to the side.
"Yep, yep! We'll be quiet as a mouse! C'mon Goldilocks, let's get into position! Ooo, I can't wait to celebrate the Sunwell's restoration! Talk to you later bestie!" Jan'alai cheered, then enthusiastically waved at Syra.
Syra nodded back, and replied with a tiny wave of her own.
Kael wanted to be mad at the public humiliation, but the thought of tonight's activities had him keep his mouth shut.
'Three rounds is not enough, eh?' Kael thoughtfully rubbed his chin.
When he looked up, he saw his best friend giving him a thumbs up and a wink.
Kael scoffed, and flew after Jan'alai.
"Kiieer!" Al'ar screeched.
Kael kept his mouth shut at his phoenix companion's outburst, yet his burning ear tips said it all.
Meanwhile, Nightsong had been following them the entire time, and had been drawing the entire scene. The slight upturn of her lips, subtle shake of her shoulders, and furiously scratching quill upon a pad of paper were the only indications that she was paying attention to Varrus/Kael's conversation.
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Taking a deep breath, Varrus allowed the silly conversation to calm down his nerves, and he got to work. It was time to finish this long standing mission.
[Remember the Sunwell!: repair the Sunwell 0/999,999,999 mana]
As the quest to restore the Sunwell came from the Skyrim UI, restoring the font of incredible power didn't actually require much thought. All he had to do was follow a translucent white outline, and slot the object in the correct place.
As he intended to mix the powers of the Elements, Light, Life, and Arcane, he had consulted with Kael'Thas, Bloodsworn, Telonicus, Tae'thelon, and the spirit of Rommath as to the viability of such an endeavor. Over the last month, they had devised a seal that would make such a dream a possibility.
And so, 50% of the Mana Stones would contain Arcane energy, and act as the base that connected everything together. The remaining distribution of energy looked something like:
Water: 5%
Fire: 5%
Earth: 5%
Wind: 5%
Life: 15%
Light: 15%
In total, he was going to place 500 Mana Stones into an octagonal pattern.
First things first, Varrus took out a Master tier Mana Stone, and levitated it into position. When he released it, it snapped into place like a Lego piece.
Looking around, he didn't see any malicious activity, or sudden storm on the horizon.
Wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead, Varrus just hoped he was wrong, and this would go off without a hitch.
'Okay, just 499 to go.'
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(The Caverns of Time)
Lounging in a bedroom filled with ancient artifacts, and other rare collectibles, a Bronze Dragon had polymorphed herself to look like a white-blonde haired Gnome girl. While she was relaxing, she was giggling to herself as she watched an event currently taking place on her scrying orb.
"Oh Lady Prestor, how ever will you convince Varian to listen to your demands?" Chronormu covered her mouth with a scandalized look as she watched Deathwing's favorite daughter seduce the King of Stormwind.
Taking a sip from a juice box, Chromie hugged a Thrall plushie, and glanced around making sure no one was nearby.
While the girl was watching the events of the past, the present, and the future like it was some reality TV show was about to slip a finger into her panties, another Bronze Dragon-this one polymorphed to look like a Tauren-burst into her room.
"Chromie! Chrome, it's bad!" The Tauren waved his hands, and knocked over some of the items in the Gnomes room.
"Gosh, relax would you, Dante? That is a real version of the Doomhammer from the Iron Horde timeline, show it some respect!" Chromie set down her scrying orb in a huff, and retracted her hand lightning fast.
"No Chromie, you don't understand! You remember that kid we sent adventurers to eliminate 60~ some years ago because he was a threat to the true timeline?" Dante asked in a deep bass voice.
"Gonna have to be more specific than that, Dante. We nabbed a loooot of baddies over the millenia." Chromie picked her ear, and flicked some ear wax away and spoke in a high pitched, disinterested tone.
"The Elf kid, Varrus Vandercross, the one Master Norzdamu warned us about!"
"Hm, Vandercross, Vandercross, it rings a bell…you mean that dead Elf? He's dead, what do we care?" Chromie tapped her chin, then shook her head at Dante as if he were an idiot.
"Not him, the boy! He's alive, and he's in the process of restoring the Sunwell 5 years early! Not only that, but Quel'Thalas has gone off the script and emerged as a new Empire! It's a defcon 5 scenario!" Dante wildly shook his arms.
"Shit." Chromie paused as she realized the magnitude of the situation. Picking up her scrying orb, Chromie realized she couldn't see anything going on in Quel'Thalas at the moment, but she could rewind events, and see what had ked up to them. "Shit! Shit! Shit!"
"We need to get some adventurers to the Scourging of Silvermoon ASAP, and nip this problem in the bud!" Chromie threw on a coat, and began to pretty up her face with some makeup.
"We can't! The Infinite Dragonflight has put up a time block! Varrus Vandercross's mother is Nightsong. Apparently she was resurrected thanks to the Undead invasion! Our only option is to go in real time!" Dante complained.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Chromie tore at her hair in a panic.
"Chronormu, Andantenormu, all my children gather. A Time Crisis threatens to overturn Azeroth. Assemble." The voice of Nozdormu, Master of the Bronze Dragonflight, and Keeper of Time telepathically ordered.
"Time Crisis." Chromie and Dante said at the same time, and looked at one another in worry.
"If Norzdamu is calling a Time Crisis…then we'll have to fight personally!" Dante said in worry.
"Gah! Whoever that Varrus Vandercross guy is, he'll be dead by the end of today!" Chromie snarled to herself as she left to join the meeting.
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AN: FYI, we're not doing time travel shenanigans in this story going forward. This Bronze Dragonflight stuff is getting solved this arc!
Who else thought that the Bronze Dragons might try to pull something here? Come claim your cookie if you did~
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