Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 195 18. No matter which timeline, the elves’ internal affairs are a mess!

After strongly rebuking Yrel for her "Lightforged atrocities", Diakum demanded that she take all the "Light-addicted Elves" she had created with her when she went to the Broken Shore, and forbade Yrel to create any more similar Elves.

"If you encounter any Nightborne who seek refuge with you again, hand them over directly to Mordant Evershadow. Governor Totsedrin will take care of them."

Diakum reminded:
"You must make good use of your holy light. Even when it comes to saving people, you must not act recklessly! The group of light-addicted elves born because of you are your responsibility. You must lead and teach them well."

"Okay, I understand, Saint."

Irel also breathed a sigh of relief.

She had been worried these past few days, unable to eat or sleep well, fearing that her actions would lead to severe punishment. But at the moment, the saint was very angry at her abuse of the holy light, but did not pursue the matter further.

But soon, Irel asked:
"Sending so many Nightborne, will Governor Totheldrin feel any pressure? After all, they don't seem to have an artifact like the Nightwell that can release magic power endlessly."

"Don't worry, Tosedrin's 'allies' are eager to have as many people as possible."

Diakum snorted, then said to Irel earnestly:
"Don't think about these complicated issues, Yrel. It's not good for your mind.

Look at how much trouble you got into last time when you used your shocking thinking to think about how to save the Children of Night. The Holy Light has led you to this path of a warrior, and you just need to follow its will.

I'll leave these complex thoughts to Maraad and Lelan.

You just need to be a pure executor.

What I mean is, give this world a chance and stop abusing the Lightforge to mess with the Holy Light faction. If you continue to be so active, we Holy Lightwalkers will become "famous" in the Force Conflict as "comedians".

Okay, go ahead and follow the plan."

After giving Irel a few words of advice, Diakum disconnected.

The little light-cast hoof always felt that the saint's last few instructions were a bit strange, but she couldn't figure out what was strange about it, so she could only speed up to rush to her and Lelan's safe house.

It is called a safe house, but it is actually a large cave hidden under an imperial relic in the hills of the Suramar Plain. It was once an underground magic transmission node when the glorious city of the empire was built. The internal space is so huge that it is like an underground maze.

This place was not discovered by the two of them.

The archmage Mordent Evershadow under Governor Tottedrin reopened this place a long time ago. After all, the struggle situation is complicated. If they want to cause trouble in Elisande's core ruling area, they must reopen these ancient secret passages.

Irel looked around cautiously, and only after confirming that there were no pursuers did he take off the magical mask and walk in. He saw Leilan teaching a group of little Nightborne children how to use magic tricks, and there was even a large "settlement" formed in the cave, just like an underground market.

Many Sons of the Night, with Holy Light wrapped around their bodies, walked and spoke in a "peaceful" manner, while others knelt down to worship the Holy Light, praying that it would give them a little more warm energy to fill their stomachs today.

The kneeling posture was pious, but the prayer sounded strange, as if praying to the holy light to grant them bread for lunch today.

asshole!

If you pray such outrageous prayers in Argus, you will have to swallow ten thousand heavenly diamond needles!

Well, the ancient customs of Argus are really strange.

Irel sighed. All the more than 600 light-addicted elves here were her "masterpieces".

"Lelan! The Vigilant Saint has given us a new mission."

Yrel walked towards her good sister who was more than 20,000 years older than her. She repeated the Sentinel's orders, and Leland finally breathed a sigh of relief. Yrel's "Light Addict Clan" was expanding every day, which put a lot of pressure on Leland.

She had already realized that the two of them seemed to be in trouble and were now planning to run away.

"Then let's go tonight."

Leland said decisively:
"I'm going to say goodbye to Master Modant and return this camp to them. We need to leave quickly before those Nightborne come asking for help today. If we stay any longer, the number of people here will exceed a thousand.

but
Just now, another group of people came asking for help, led by a brother and sister, Aole and Aluin.

They want to ask for salvation from the light, do you want it?"

"Ah! They're already here, it wouldn't be nice to chase them away. Never mind, they're the last group anyway, let's save them. How many of them are there?"

"Hmm, about 400 or so. Congratulations, Yrel, you are now a Thousand-Captain of the Lightforged Elf."

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Yrel created a new lineage of elves.
Ok.

This sounds outrageous, and it is indeed outrageous, but if you look closely at the elves' already outrageous "Eevee physique", it's not that strange.

Perhaps it is because the elves were originally born by sipping the water from the Well of Eternity, which led to them gaining the first-class energy affinity in the starry sea from the "passive blessing" of the Azeroth star soul.

But Star Soul seemed to have overdosed his efforts, resulting in the elves developing very strange racial characteristics.

Other people's energy affinity is that the individual adapts to and manipulates energy, while the elves' energy affinity is that the individual will undergo physical alienation as energy is infused.

In official history alone, the elves relied on their extraordinary racial talents to give rise to a variety of bizarre lineages, including the Kaldorei, Shal'dorei, Fal'dorei, Londorei, San'layn, Fel Elves, Satyrs, Naga, and so on.

"Sin'dorei" is not among them, that is a self-designation. In fact, Sin'dorei is still the state after the upper elves degenerated into high elves.

The biggest difference is that the ears of the high elves are short and pointed, while the high elves have donkey ears as long and wide as the Kaldorei.

The reason why it is called degeneration is because the high elves' addiction to magic is more exaggerated than that of the upper elves!

They brought this upon themselves. The glorious Sunwell did help Quel'Thalas gain a foothold in the eastern continent and continue its magical empire for 6,800 years, but at what cost?
The price is that the elves immersed in the high-magic environment are completely changed, and they completely lose the ability to adapt to the environment.

Back to the topic.

In order to save people, Yrel created the Nightborne who draw energy from the Holy Light. Although Diakum called these guys "light-addicted" elves, in fact, things were not as scary as he threatened Yrel.

After all, in official history, the Sin'dorei had similar outrageous operations. Under the leadership of the Holy Light priest Liadrin, who was at her wit's end at the time, these lunatics used the Holy Light to fill their hunger and thirst for magic, and as a result, they created the "Blood Knights", a bizarre branch of Paladins.

They are probably the least fanatical group of all the Paladin factions, and also the faction with the least faith. It is simply blasphemy for them to use Holy Light as arcane magic!

So why are things with elves always so bad!?
Diakum complained as he left this corner of the "Future Rift" with his cane, and walked through the tall and short corridors relying on his familiarity with Karazhan, which was like home.

Aegwynn had expelled the tower thoroughly before, and all the servants here were temporarily dismissed. Therefore, Diakum didn't meet many people as he walked away. He headed towards the library, "purified" a few demons hiding in the corners on the way, and then met the great wizard Farondis in the library who replaced meditation with reading.

The latter was reading a magic compendium written by Medivh carefully. When Diakum came over, he said:
"I heard that Medivh once wrote down his magical insights into a book called 'The Book of Medivh' and gave it to some mages who were devoted to the truth. At that time, we just thought that Medivh was willing to share, but now I think that perhaps the book records more than just the power of the celestial mages.

Perhaps Sargeras was also spreading some forbidden power through that book.

Perhaps we should remind Dalaran to quickly retrieve the Book of Medivh to prevent its dangerous spells from being misused. But seeing your strange expression, I know you've come to me specifically for some personal matter."

The Great Lich smiled and asked:
"Tell me, what trouble am I in now?"

"Just a little personal curiosity."

Dick approached the great lich and whispered:
"Who was it that suggested that Quel'Thalas secretly fund Governor Tortheldrin's conquest of the Broken Isles? I heard that you and Tortheldrin were both magical princes under Azshara in ancient times. Is there some kind of incense burner between you two?"

Furthermore, the city of Nar'thalas, now ruled by Governor Totsedrin, happened to be your hometown and territory ten thousand years ago. So, is Ms. Blue Moon's Nar'thalas School of Magic still recruiting students?"

"Cough cough!" The originally gentle Great Lich coughed violently as if he had choked on water. After several seconds, he looked at Dick with a strange look and said:

"Are all of you alien prophets monsters? This is a secret known only to the higher-ups in Quel'Thalas! No more than ten people in the Eastern Continent know it! How long have you been in Azeroth?"

"Don't worry, I have no intention of revealing your secrets, nor do I intend to interfere in the internal affairs of the elves."

Dick sat cross-legged on a cushion beside him and said:

“It’s really just out of my own curiosity.

Logically speaking, in the eyes of the Highborne, both Quel'Thalas and the Kaldorei Kingdom are unwavering traitors to the Empire, and should be irreconcilable. So why are you uniting again after ten thousand years?"

"That's a complicated question. After all, loyalty can't be eaten, and loyalty can't be turned into magic wine."

The Great Lich shook his head and said:

“But since you already know the truth, there’s no point in me hiding it any longer.

More than three thousand years ago, when Dath'Remar had just passed the power of the Sun King to Anasterian, we received a letter of request for help from the city of Nar'thalas. It was said that due to political struggles, Suramar stopped supplying magic wine to the Azsuna region.

There was a large-scale outbreak of magic addiction among the upper elves there. Tosedrin was a very proud man. If he had not been forced into a desperate situation, he would never ask for help from us "traitors".

You see, I still carry the label of a 'traitor'."

Farondis smiled, and he cast a spell to summon a pot of wine and two wine glasses, poured the wine into them, and pushed one glass to Diakum.

The Sentinel was about to answer that believers of the Holy Light could not drink alcohol, but he hesitated for a moment, and finally picked up the wine glass and took a sip. Perhaps because he had not touched these things for more than 20,000 years, he was still a little tipsy after taking a sip.

"I and Dath'Remar, who was already very weak due to age, personally traveled to Azsuna. We met with old friends, talked, argued, and even fought. But in the end, Lady Bluemoon mediated and reconciled us."

Farondis' eyes flashed with nostalgia, and he said:

"The Elven Empire has been destroyed. Torsedrin is well aware of this, but he just doesn't want to admit it. We all know that there is only one person in this world who can rebuild the empire, and she is still sleeping deep in the Nightwell, protected by time, and it's unknown when she will wake up.

But the High Elves must survive. Without the magic of the Nightwell, Tottedrin can only hope for rescue from the Sunwell. For the sake of his people who are crying out for treatment, he formed a secret alliance with us.

We provide him with mana to feed his people, and he's trying to get rid of that control freak Elisande!

Once Tortheldrin has fully grasped the Highborne's voice, the two sides will officially merge. With the Nightwell and the Sunwell, two sources of magic, our civilization will surely flourish even more."

"And Azshara?"

Dick pressed on:
"Where does Azshara fit into your plans? She won't sleep forever. She will awaken, and the moment she awakens, you will all die!"

"You're right, but that requires her to wake up. If the Light of Light remains dormant, there won't be any problems."

Farondis smiled delicately and said:
"The Queen's wrong decision nearly destroyed the world. Tosedrin experienced it all firsthand, and he knows exactly who was at fault. He will do his utmost to protect the Queen's life. That is his duty and mission.

But with time standing still, the Queen can sleep peacefully until the end of the world.

As for Elisande
Haha, she's even more afraid of the Queen waking up than we are! She's just an apprentice-turned-grandmage, not even a Magic Prince, and hasn't been granted a formal territory. What qualifications does she have to brazenly rule over the Queen's subjects?
If we really want to talk about traitors, she is the biggest traitor!

Although Azshara is arrogant and headstrong, she has one good thing.

She would protect her people, but look at the hell the Nightborne are living through under Elisande's rule.
If Azshara were to see the once noble Highborne tortured like this, she would definitely cut Elisande, this ambitious but incompetent creature, into pieces with her own hands.

So in this matter, we and Elisande actually have a wonderful common language. We maintain a tacit understanding and have been using power tactics to fight against each other for the past three thousand years. But it is obvious that Elisande's ruling tactics are far inferior to those of the genuine Prince of Magic.

She was losing ground.

According to our prediction, the Grand Mage will admit defeat in a hundred years at most.

But there is one thing you didn't predict: the saints of other races, not only from Quel'Thalas, but also from the Kaldorei, are supporting Tortheldrin's conquest."

The Great Lich snorted and said:
"'Black Crow King' Kur'talos Ravencrest is the most prominent noble in the Elven Empire. As the de facto ruler of the Kaldorei Moon Kingdom, how could he not know the threat posed by Azshara's awakening?

Like us, he hopes the Queen will sleep forever.

More importantly, there is a terrible hidden danger within the Kaldorei night elves.

Tyrande the Nightsworn was sealed by Queen Azshara. No one knows how long the seal will last. Once the Nightsworn break the seal, the Moon God of War's burning wrath will be the first to burn towards them.

That is the wrath bestowed upon mortals by the true God!

No one can withstand the destructive force except Azshara!

Therefore, the Black Crow King has funded Tolsedrin's conquest no less than we have, and his most elite Moon Guard are now active in Nar'thalas and Suramar.

Kur'talos hoped to use the Nightwell and Queen Azshara as a means to counter the Nightsworn threat. As fate would have it, the three of us have reached a surprising consensus on the issue of how to deal with the Elven Queen."

He raised his glass, clinked it with Diakum's, took a small sip of this 10,000-year-old fine wine, and said softly:

"Elisandre is now single-handedly fighting against the three major elves. Her defeat is inevitable. Quel'Thalas doesn't want to see her take risks and engage in undesirable acts. Therefore, we have always reserved for her the honorary title of 'Kingdom Ruler' in the Phoenix Court.

Give her a way out.

This way, the probability of her doing something stupid out of desperation will be greatly reduced.

Moreover, the sacred tree of Arcan'dor in her hand is also a sacred object that we must obtain. Alas, the high elves of Quel'Thalas have no less magic addiction than the high elves and the nightborne.

"How complicated! The arguments humans have about you elves are as long and stinky as the foot bindings of gnolls. Now it seems to be true."

Diakum complained in a slightly tipsy state:
"But the Queen still has her own diehards. Will General Varosen allow you to offend the Queen like this?"

"Oh, Varosen, loyal Varosen, infatuated Varosen, and inferior Varosen."

Farondis sneered:
"Perhaps the sleeping queen now is the most perfect queen in his heart. You may not know that when the empire was still there, Varosen, the so-called 'hero', secretly forged a gorgeous chain, intending to put it on...
Ahem, anyway, don't worry about Varosen.

He is an infatuated and twisted madman, but as long as the Queen's safety is ensured, he is the one who supports us the most.

Once Azshara awakens, she will be the queen of all elves, but as long as Azshara sleeps, she belongs to Varo'then alone. Alas, natural charm always brings terrible trouble to girls, right?
Well, now that we have finished talking about the past, it is time to talk about the present.”

The Archlich put down his wine glass, looked at Diakam, and said:
"What position does Anduin Lothar, the last descendant of the Arathor Empire, hold in your plan to defy fate? I mean, what do you think of Quel'Thalas's full support for Lothar to become the Emperor of Mankind?

Don't look at me like that, saint.

We have always had such a plan, but we just couldn't find the opportunity. However, the turmoil caused by the orc invasion to the human kingdom is the perfect time.

Will you interfere with our plans?"

"Then let me ask you a question."

Diakum put down his glass and looked at the Great Lich. He said:
"Is Dath'Remar Sunstrider truly dead? Or does the glorious Sunwell of Quel'Thalas harbor not one, but two demigod-liches?"

(End of this chapter)