Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 253, Section 10: Level One Situation in Elven Civilization - Let us fight to protect our noble appearance!
"The high elves' attitude is strange!"

After the communication ended, Archbishop Nelly said to her boyfriend:
“I don’t understand elven politics very well, but I don’t believe the Sun King would be so blunt about his needs when he first met you. He and Farondis didn’t even try to hide their urgency, treating the plague, which takes time to manifest, as if they were facing the end of the world.”

This is not normal!

And it's very abnormal.

"Falodes said I underestimated the impact of the plague on the elves, and perhaps I really did overlook some key issues."

Diakum stroked his chin, looked around at the people around him, and said:

"The Kaldorei's reaction was noticeably more relaxed, perhaps because they knew that it would take at least a month and a half for the Plague to transform their people into dark trolls, which meant they still had time to turn the tide."

Perhaps the high elves don't have that much time to react?

"Magic addiction! Vigilant, you've overlooked the biggest difference between the High Elves and the Kaldorei: the forest elves don't have that deadly magic addiction."

Yrel, who had been in contact with the Nigo elves of Suramar, immediately realized what was going on.

She said loudly:

“We have all seen that the Nightborne of Suramar are so weak from years of exposure to magic that they can no longer eat normally. Their stomachs cannot even digest meat, and they can only live on magic, which makes them all emaciated.”

The high elves I met in Stormwind were a bit better, but not by much!
General Lereza and her three daughters were truly slender and delicate, with hardly any flesh on their bodies. They were so thin that I was worried I would crush their hand bones if I shook hands with them.

While their abundant magic granted them powerful spellcasting abilities, the trade-off was that these two elf races were physically much weaker compared to the robust Kaldorei.

“Yes! Irelia is right. The speed at which the plague takes effect depends precisely on the vitality of the infected individual.”

Marlade clenched his fist and said:
"That is a trial of the wild life for the individual, just like the red scourge that orcs suffer. Individuals who are not strong enough will die from the weakness brought on by the disease, just like a selection of healthy life."

Clearly, high elves and high elves, beings corrupted by magic, would be at a great disadvantage in this selection process; their transformation from disease to conversion would not be as lengthy as that of the Kaldorei.

I estimate this process might be completed in less than a month, or even less.

"They can't make it! They absolutely can't make it."

Rexxar said regretfully:
"From the perspective of species evolution, the overly extreme physiques of the High Elves and High Elves have clearly reached a dead end, and it is almost inevitable that they will be eliminated by the cruel laws of nature."

The plague was like the end of the world to them!
It will not only destroy their bodies, but also shatter their souls.

Diakum's expression was serious. He nodded and said:
"It seems I underestimated the impact of the plague on the elves, and their urgency is understandable. However, they overestimated the number of forest elves; the forest elves also need to expend their own energy to manipulate life force to produce natural seeds."

Given the sheer number of Quel'Thalas and Highborne elves, even if all the forest elves in Tanaan Jungle were exhausted to death, it wouldn't be enough to save all the infected elves before the final transformation of the plague.

The Kaldorei need not worry about these things. The number of druids in the Moon Goddess's Kingdom is sufficient. Once Archdruid Elereth Refrall and the others return after their 'training,' the Cenarion Circle will quickly master the technique to suppress the degenerate spores.

The pressure on the Black Raven King was nowhere near as urgent as that on Quel'Thalas.

"So, the plague is a 'catalyst,' Diakum."

The Shadow Words manifested as a ghost resting on Dick's shoulder, whispering in his ear:
"The transformation of the elves is inevitable. Perhaps we can view it as 'life's self-correction.' It's not such a bad thing that the High Elves and Great Elves have degenerated into Dark Trolls."

At the very least, the addiction that has been haunting them will be greatly weakened by the cleansing of their life force.

As Rexxar said, without this regression of life, the extinction of both elven races would have been inevitable sooner or later.

The hand of the Force of Life has already begun to exert its power on Azeroth. As for whether the frail elves who have transformed into troll forms can withstand the pressure on their souls and wills after His correction is over, that is not something the Force of Life cares about.

In His view, the elimination of weak life is a natural law.

If you want to get involved, you must master the weapon 'Curse of Flesh' and give the elves another chance to choose after the Force of Life has completed its correction.

Ah, my dear watchdogs, you will not stand idly by!

Therefore, you will personally forge a completely new elven lineage. Lord of the Void Elves, Father of the Rondorei, please allow us to offer you our highest respect from the Sea of ​​No Light.

The sinister laughter made Diakum rub his temples, feeling a headache coming on. He had indeed begun learning the Void magic of the Curse of Flesh, but he never expected to use it in such a strange way.

Help the dark trolls "rejuvenate" back to their long-desired elven form?
Hmm, that doesn't sound very serious. Is this really the duty of a Warrior of Light?
"But in any case, it's a good thing that the powerful old lich decided to come here to help us."

Nari concluded:
"Otherwise, it would indeed be quite dangerous for us to join forces with the Kaldorei to face an Old God."

“It’s not just us, Nelly. In fact, if I could, I wouldn’t even want the Kaldorei to get too involved. The Old Gods are too intractable when it comes to invading the minds of mortals. My ideal mode of action is an elite assault, not a legionary operation.”

Dick wiggled his fingers and said:

"I am very confident about this because we have an extremely powerful reinforcement on its way."

He pointed to the sky.

The others looked blank, but Nelly blinked and immediately understood. She punched Diakum on the shoulder and said:
"No wonder you've been taking your time all this way! You've been timing yourself. You're quite cunning. But as you said, selecting elites to quickly storm the Dark Lands also requires skilled help. Lord Farondis once faced Medivh with you, so he's a powerful ally of yours."

"Indeed, the Force of Death has an advantage when fighting against the Force of the Void. Even the most evil Old God would find it difficult to shake the Death Will of a Lich."

The vigilant nodded, then returned to his room to continue practicing the void magic related to the "Curse of Flesh and Blood".

But today, one unexpected thing after another happened. Just as Dick was getting into the zone, something in his bag started vibrating wildly like a vibrating egg.

"Are you trying to stop people from studying?!"

Diakum cursed, opened his bag and pulled out an object, which upon closer inspection turned out to be Bwonsamdi's spirit bone.

Is this bastard coming to collect a debt again?

"Don't give me that deadpan look. Old Bumsandy isn't as free as you think! And you're definitely not Old Bumsandy's ideal customer, you miser."

Dick was annoyed, but the troll Reaper was even more annoyed.

This bastard didn't even conjure up a death mask, revealing a sense of helplessness from being "forced to work overtime."

It drawled out:

"This time, the Golden King personally asked me to pass on a message to you, damn it! I've been coveting the throne of the Zandalari royal Loa, and the cunning King Rastakhan knows he can control me. This damned mortal is too arrogant!"
Hopefully, he won't end up needing to ask Bumsandi for help just to survive.

Hmph, I'm keeping a detailed record of everything he did.

In short, listen up, Diakum! The Golden King has dispatched the Dark Prophet and his beloved daughter to lead the vanguard of the Golden Fleet, which is heading towards the waters of Silithus. The Sandfury Clan is also preparing to send a large army into the Silithus Desert to complete the final battle of their 'eternal vigil'!
This is a major event for the Troll Empire, so I must solemnly inform you that when you attack the Old Gods and their insect minions, you will receive the Zandalari Kings' army as a powerful ally.

Heh, but no one can figure out what Zul is thinking. Old Bwonsamdi even thinks that he went to all this trouble just to see you and discuss some strange things with you. Wait a minute!

Why is there the aura of trolls in the elven fortress?

As Bwonsamdi spoke, he was drawn by the strange aura. With a whoosh, he conjured a troll death mask, passed through the wall, and glanced at it. A moment later, overjoyed, Bwonsamdi used spirit fire to create a projection of himself in front of Diakum, dancing the trolls' joyful dance.

"Great joy! Great joy!"

The troll Grim Reaper waved his hands and roared loudly:
"Yay! The ancient dark troll tribe is back! Hahaha, Bwonsamdi's harem has grown another. This plague is truly a wonderful gift from the Burning Legion to Azeroth."

Old Bwonsamdi really adores Cenarius the Polluter; that guy always manages to mess things up, ha, and this time is no exception.

"Are you sure you want to snatch her away right under Ms. Bai's nose?"

Diakum said quietly:

"So what if the elves have degenerated into dark trolls? The souls of the Kaldorei will forever belong to Elune. You dare to stretch out your filthy claws and try to kill me? I think you really deserve to be killed by the Black Moon Slash of the Night God of War."

"Hmph, of course I wouldn't dare interfere with the Kaldorei. How many lives do I have to dare provoke Elune?"

Bumsandi drawled out:

"But there are plenty of elves in this world. The Highborne alone in the Broken Isles are enough to form a thriving Dark Troll clan, and old Bwonsamdi has plenty of patience! The Dark Trolls will always encounter calamities that they can only escape by seeking help from Death."

By then, Elune won't be able to control them anymore. Today is truly a good day.

Today is the happiest day ever! Well, since you're so happy, Old Bwonsamdi is giving you some free news: the most rebellious sorcerer in the Gurubashi Kingdom has headed to the Black Swamp, where his orc warlock brothers are giving him a warm welcome.

The scene looked exactly like two criminal gangs forming an alliance. Tch, even a righteous Grim Reaper like old Bonsamdi couldn't stand it!

The troll Reaper circled Diakum a few times, seemingly quite familiar with him. With his hands on his hips, he pointed a finger at the Vigilant's chest and said in a very irritating tone:

“You’d better do your job properly after you take my bounty. Finish up the mess in Silithus and get back to kill Hakkar! Once the Soulflayers return to the Gurubashi Kingdom, it will be a huge problem.”

"Got it, let's go."

Dick waved his hand, scattering the eerie, fiery projection of the Grim Reaper within the envelope of holy light. The projection vanished in a flash, leaving behind a ghostly mask and a shriek:

"Fool, the Holy Light can't hit you, hehe!"

"This scoundrel is quite interesting."

Nelly observed the entire exchange, and the archbishop remarked with great interest:
"I wonder if other races' Grim Reapers are just as silly as it."

"Don't even think about it. In the Land of Death, only Bumsandy could develop such a shameless personality. This guy is a born oddball. Of course, it's also possible that his terrible adoptive father left too much of a shadow on him. If he's not happy, he won't be able to make it to the top."

Diakum shook his head and said:
"Don't get unrealistic ideas about it just because it's a comedic character. Nelly, Bwonsamdi is dangerous. Don't get too entangled with it. We Eredar don't have Death, which is both a bad thing and a good thing."

"It won't stay that way forever. Have you forgotten someone?"

Bumsandi suddenly whispered in Diakum's ear:
"Hehe, do you really know how your old friend Sachir was persuaded by the big shots? Death is an individual disaster but a blessing to civilization. The Eredar's perfect immortality is too unfair. It's like they're directly attacking the universal rules of life and death balance."

You should know that the Shadowlands had been eyeing you for a long time, long before Sargeras drove you away.

Be careful!
Don't give the big shots a chance. Not every Grim Reaper is as easy to talk to as old Bonsamdi.

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"I told Dath'Remar back then that building the Sunwell was not a good idea, but that bastard wouldn't listen! Look what's happened now!"
Go ahead and use it, just use it!
Abusing magic to the point of national ruin and family destruction, draining magic power to the point of annihilation of soul and spirit—at worst, I'll just wake up Azshara and we'll all die together! I just don't understand, what's so enjoyable about this stinking magic?
The Well of Eternity was destroyed, and they still haven't learned their lesson! They even secretly got a bottle of Well of Eternity water from that bastard Illidan behind my back. I should have smashed that bottle right in that bastard Dath'Remar's face!
"I must have owed you addict bastards something in my past life!"

In the magnificent Sunwell, Farondis angrily packed his things, preparing for a long journey. The old lich had lost his former composure, and even his cursing resembled that of a drunkard in Goldshire.

Faced with his insane rant, Anastarian, the eldest son of Dath'Remar Sunstrider, pretended not to hear the elf's profanities, mainly because he didn't dare to respond, fearing that his ancestor would shift the blame and start criticizing him.

Given the difference in their social status, any criticism from others would be futile.

After he's tired of cursing, the Sun King still has to praise the old man for his good cursing, even with his face covered in spittle, and say a few abstract things like "an elder in the family is a treasure" or "a country will not perish because of a loyal minister."

Moreover, the Sun King was extremely anxious and frustrated at the moment. Faced with the crisis of the country's collapse, he no longer had time to care about the terrible attitude of his ancestors.

His most trusted courtiers have all been summoned here and are receiving orders one by one.

"Lord Salorian, you shall immediately lead a squad of Phoenix Guards to the vicinity of the Kingdom of Alterac and meet with Ranger General Lireza. You must assist her in retrieving the lost Book of Medivh as quickly as possible."

The Sun King gave his "Phoenix Sword Saint" a command.

The tall elven warrior, clad in silver armor and carrying a dragon-forged divine sword, nodded and immediately turned to leave.

He was aware of the situation; it was a serious matter, and it was no longer the time to adhere to diplomatic rules. On this trip to the northern frontier, he anticipated that his Dragon-Forged Blade would need to be drawn and used to fight. He hoped that those people would not cause any trouble at this critical moment.

“Lord Sangunar, use your connections in the League of Assassins of Ravenholdt to speak with that ‘Duke’ and make sure you get the fragments of the Book of Medivh that they are holding.”

The Sun King then spoke to an elven minister with a somber demeanor who walked through the land of light without casting a shadow. The Phoenix Dynasty's intelligence minister nodded, but said in a hoarse voice:

"They might try to take advantage of the situation to demand a higher price! We can't underestimate Ravenholdt's spies; they can't hide the spread of the plague from us."

"We can provide what you ask for within a reasonable price range; we're not short of money."

The Sun King said expressionlessly:
"But if the other side intends to seize our clan's lifeline at this critical juncture, then we can only ask you to take the Fear Walkers of Sangunar and visit Ravenholdt Manor in the dead of night. If it comes to that, the elite rangers and dragonhawk knights of the Farwalker Legion are at your disposal."

This is a matter of life and death for the kingdom!

Hopefully, the 'Duke' won't cause trouble this time; our tolerance has its limits.

“Father, I have just finished communicating with Lord Daval Presto’s retainer. After hearing that we were buying the Book of Medivh at a high price, he consulted Lord Daval. The generous human lord immediately said that since we need it, he is willing to do so.”

He frankly admitted that he collected the grimoire only because he didn't want to see more people lose their lives due to obscure knowledge. He felt that entrusting such a dangerous grimoire to us for safekeeping was the perfect outcome, and he was even willing to give it to us for free.

The handsome and dignified Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider, son of the Sun King, strode into the Sunwell Hall and reported:
“I have sent trusted men to retrieve that grimoire, and Lord Davar has also provided information on the possible location of some of the remaining pages.”

"This is really great."

The Sun King finally heard some good news, and he said with relief:

“I had long heard that the current head of the Prestor family was a benevolent and peace-loving man, and now that I have seen him, I can confirm it. But we must not be impolite. In a few days, you can ask Quel'Thalas where he can help that kind lord.”

Also, Kael'thas, you might need to make a trip to Stormwind on behalf of Quel'Thalas.

We need to show our support for Anduin Lothar, so I hope you can assist him in establishing the Second Arathor Empire for some time to come, as his personal mage.

Anastarian patted his son on the shoulder and said:

"I will not hide it from you, child. This is to show our sincerity to that alien saint in exchange for the full support of the Evergreen Forest Spirits for our country after the Dark Gate is opened."

I'm sorry you had to go through that."

“No, Father, this is not a grievance. I have a responsibility to the people, and performing my duties in this way is even a form of relaxation for me during my leisure time.”

Kael'thas smiled and said softly:
“I am willing to go to Stormwind Kingdom to assist those brave people and fulfill the oath between our two nations. However, I must first go to Dalaran to welcome the heroic archmages who brought back the ‘Ebony Chill’ for us.”

"Take your fiancée with you."

The old lich Farodis was ready to depart, and he gave instructions to his grandson-in-law, whom he found extremely agreeable:
"Do not cause any trouble along the way. Arrive as soon as possible, and then immediately consume the Nature Seed of the Forest Spirits. That thing can strengthen your vitality and make you immune to the effects of the Demonic Plague for a period of time. This is very important."

I'll try my best to find you an Akandol fruit this time.

As the sole heir to the next Sun King, your addiction to magic must be eradicated immediately.

The facts have proven that the monster of 'Magic Addiction,' which we nurtured ourselves, will ultimately destroy Quel'Thalas! Even if we escape this time, there will be another catastrophe.

Farodis looked up.

Looking at this magnificent holy land and feeling the rich magical aura, he shook his head and said:
"The glorious Sunwell, a mistake that continues to this day, a path to hell, and alas, we can no longer leave it. Alas, every gift of fate indeed comes with a hidden price."

Did you hear that?

"Stubborn Dath'Remar Sunstrider, it's all your fault! And I, in my incompetence, have been unable to save anyone."

Hearing his ancestors complaining about his grandfather, Kael'thas shrank back, not daring to speak, while the Sun King, under pressure, stepped forward and asked:
"Do you intend to go alone to assist that alien saint?"

"How could it be just one person?"

Farodis sighed and said:
"This concerns the future of all elven races. The people of Kutalos are not addicted to magic. They are strong and healthy and can last longer, and they also have so many druids. He has no need to worry about magic addiction destroying the Moon God's Kingdom."

But we and the Highborne were already standing on the edge of a cliff.

I will invite a few 'old friends' to go with me to find that vigilant who has been fighting against fate, and ask him to help us, a group of incurable magic addicts, fight against this heavy fate.

We must come up with a solution.

Hopefully, it's not too late.

(End of this chapter)