Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 276, Section 33. Bastards! Do you think the dignified Vigilantes are just Tony the Teacher?
The elves left rather dejectedly, a stark contrast to the jubilant trolls.

The pointy-eared creatures knew the foolishness of their actions, but they pretended it was all in the past, continuing to drink in magic as they had during the Empire era, and even creating wonders like the Sunwell to ensure their energy needs were met.

Ten thousand years is too long, so long that even the elves themselves consider it ancient history. Ultimately, only a few can truly learn lessons from history.

But when the Star Soul Lord bluntly pointed out the problem, even the most magnanimous elf could no longer deceive himself.

Azeroth has its own will; this world can speak!
The elves disappointed Him.

This single comment was enough to shatter all the arrogance and pride of the High Elves and the High Elves. Although, in theory, they were all free races, and ignoring the Star Soul's criticism was no big deal, they could simply cover their ears and close the door and live their own lives.

Given the current weakened state of the world's will, like an "ICU patient," it's impossible for it to truly command the heavens and earth to destroy their nation overnight.

But the elves still had some sense of shame.

They considered themselves the most orthodox civilization in the world, which gave them an unimaginable sense of pride. Even if it was just to save face, Pointy Ears had to perform well in the upcoming demon invasion.

Most importantly, we can't let those savage trolls have all the glory anymore, can we?

The World Will bestowed the Well of Eternity upon the Elves, and the first representative chosen by the World Will was also the Queen of the Elves. There is too much evidence to prove that only the Elves are the most beloved children of the World Mother. When did even trolls become able to call themselves "Guardians of the World" to mock the Elves' inaction?
The three leaders of the Highborne were furious, but had nothing to say.

They could not stay in Silithus any longer. Whether it was to return to complete the large-scale ascension ceremony to stop the spread of the demonic plague or to prepare for the invasion of the world by demons, these were urgent matters. Therefore, after a brief farewell to the Black Raven King, the three of them left.

Farodis was also very disappointed.

Although he believed that the High Elves had some "sense of world responsibility" compared to the High Elves, unfortunately, in the eyes of the World Mother, the two were essentially birds of a feather.

"I advised Dath'Remar back then, saying that building the Sunwell was not a good idea and that we should not repeat the mistakes of the Highborne. That guy told me that the desire for magic was a need of the people. He was always good at using grand principles to pressure people."

I couldn't argue with him.

The old lich, leaning on his staff of torrents, gazed forlornly towards the Chamber of Hearts. As Diakum listened patiently, he spoke with heartbreaking sorrow:
"Such a grave mistake has been made. The plague is just the first hurdle. Many more calamities await the high elves in the future. If we don't find a way to solve our addiction to magic, our race will never have a future."

Alas, I dare not presume to call myself a wise man.

The problem is that the wisest people in the kingdom pretend this doesn't exist; they remain hopelessly immersed in the golden magic, and even the World Mother's rebuke is unlikely to awaken those who are feigning sleep.

"So, is this why you've been so keen on rebuilding the human empire?"

Diakum said softly:
"Do you think that a hybrid of high elves and humans can solve the problem of magic addiction?"

"It's not just my opinion, I've done the experiment!"

Farodis said very seriously:
"My granddaughter Daenerys is a half-elf with one-quarter Arathi blood. I also had my apprentices spend hundreds of years observing and collecting information on half-elves. I have enough evidence to prove that the magic addiction of half-elves is far weaker than that of pure-blooded elves."

They do still have addictions, but they can suppress that craving with willpower!
The fusion of the bloodlines of the Arathor barbarians and the high elves will grant their offspring a comprehensive boost in strength, spellcasting ability, agility, and intelligence. My reason for betrothing Daenerys to Lothar as queen is to use this opportunity to achieve the fusion of the two races.

I know that the price of doing this is likely that Quel'Thalas will become a vassal state of the Arathor Empire in the future, or even lose its autonomy completely, but so what?
We will find a better way to survive and better pass on our civilization.
Through generations of hybridization, the addiction to magic will one day be completely stripped from our blood! On that day, the existence of the Sunwell will lose its meaning, and I will personally destroy that wonder that should not exist.

That was my original plan, but now that Lord Xinghun has criticized me, I've made up my mind that I must move forward with my plan!

Whether the Sun King likes it or not.

"His Majesty Anastarian appears to be a very skillful ruler."

Diakum said:
“Your assertiveness will clash with his; power cannot tolerate a second voice.”

"Ah."

Farodis responded with only a brief nasal sound.

This old lich wove a web of power in Quel'Thalas through marriage alliances between his family and other elven clans. Just because he usually disdained to use these mortal powers doesn't mean he was truly ignorant of them.

To rise through the ranks of Azshara's court to become a magic prince could be attributed to Falodes's indifference to fame and fortune, but it certainly cannot be described as naive.

The old lich had obtained what he wanted. With the forest elf sages now stationed in Quel'Thalas and the Void Ascension Ritual in hand, the high elf plague would surely be contained. He had no intention of staying any longer and quickly took his leave.

Diakum saw the three-headed dragon lying on the crystal cluster of the Exodar ship, approaching the Heart Chamber. He knew that the Star Soul Lord's audience with him today had reached its final stage.

However, before witnessing the dragon's return to its mother's embrace, the Vigilant found the Black Raven King with a furrowed brow.

This was the first time the two had met. When he saw Diakum approaching, Kutalos politely tried to make small talk, but the Watcher raised his hand to signal for a private conversation.

Black Crow King paused for a moment, then blocked the left and right sides.

Diakum wasted no time; he went straight to the point:

"Regarding Nordrassil, the World Tree, you need not rack your brains to come up with a win-win solution. Your people will not accept the end of immortality with equanimity. But the good news is that you don't have to be the bad guy."

The demons are coming soon.

I think the World Tree is definitely among the polluters' targets in Azeroth. Why not just "give" it to them? That would resolve the dilemma. What do you think?

"Ok?"

Black Crow King's eyes lit up.

He hadn't really thought about the problem from that perspective. The World Tree was the Night Elves' most precious treasure, and as their leader, he couldn't allow anyone else to try to destroy it.

This is the lifeblood of the Kaldorei!

But now that the lifeline has become a thorn in the side of Mother World, it is indeed difficult for him, the leader of the family, to do his job. However, if we follow Diakum's idea, the World Tree has suddenly changed from a hot potato into a perfect strategic target that can be used to "lure the enemy".

"Yes, what a perfect idea."

The Black Crow King, leaning on the dragon-forged blade at his waist, stroked his chin and said:

"Why should the people know these things that will only annoy them? They only need to know that the devil is coming and that we will eventually defeat him after paying a heavy price and win a glorious victory once again."

For the sake of the world's safety, the elves were willing to sacrifice their most precious treasures and their immortality to drive away the menacing demons.

What a magnificent racial epic!

The pressure in his eyes vanished, and he clearly made a decision in an instant. His decisiveness as the leader of millennia meant he would never go against the will of Mother World.

if not?
Are you really going to join the Burning Legion and sacrifice the World Soul for this damned immortality?

That's a bit too outrageous.

Moreover, the World Will just pointed out that the Night Elf World Tree harbors Void Nightmares, which can completely explain the source of the increasingly intense Nightmare Rifts spreading throughout the Emerald Dream over the years.

This is killing three birds with one stone.

"Your wisdom is as vast as your power, Vigilant!"

The Black Crow King bowed and said solemnly:

"I must return to Eldre'Thalas to prepare for the demonic invasion, but I have no way to repay your help to the Kaldorei. Why don't you come with me to Feralas? Though I am not very talented, I have rare treasures in my treasury that I can give as a token of my gratitude to Kalimdor."

"No need. This is the will of the Holy Light. Helping the Kaldorei cleanse the Thousand-Eyed Demons and end the War of the Shifting Sands is just a side effect."

Dick waved his hand and said:

“I have no interest in seeking treasure, but I am indeed very interested in the whereabouts of an elven relic. I once heard Lady Aegwynn mention that during the War of the Ancients, the Kaldorei had two warriors who wielded an elven sword.”

"Oh, Salamani."

The Black Crow King nodded, stroking his well-maintained beard and smiling as he said:
"That is indeed a treasure of my race, a famous blade forged for elven warriors by an ancient hermit connected with the Sisterhood of Elune. But it is a sword with a spirit. After its two wielders, 'Shalartor' and 'Eremeni', perished in the explosion of the Well of Eternity at the end of the War of the Ancients, the sword closed itself off and no longer accepts any wielders."

It has always been kept in my treasure vault, and very few spirits still remember it.

"If you need it, I will send someone to deliver it to you immediately as a token of my gratitude." "Then I shall accept it without hesitation."

The vigilant person frankly stated:

"I will pass it on to a human warrior who is destined to possess it, but because of my resistance and interference with fate, this sword may continue to be covered in dust. However, weapons also have their own will!"
The most glorious moment for a weapon is when it is wielded by a skilled swordsman to defeat a powerful foe. Now that the demon has returned to this world, perhaps it is time for the 'Demon's Enemy' to be unsheathed again in this new era.

Please rest assured!
When the Great Demon Lord leads his demons into Mount Hyjal, I and the warriors of the Kaldorei Alliance will surely appear on the battlefield, fighting alongside our Kaldorei allies.

"Your guarantee surpasses all worldly treasures, Vigilant One, you are the true Saint of Light!"

The Black Crow King grasped Diakum's hand, which was as big as his head, with a mixture of flattery and sincerity. He said earnestly:
"The Kaldorei look forward to fighting the demons alongside you and your heroes. I believe that with your assistance, Azeroth will surely achieve a great victory!"

Talking to a qualified leader is truly a refreshing experience.

The Black Raven King before him was undoubtedly such a leader. After watching him ride away on his Royal Gryphon and fulfilling a wish in his heart, Diakum turned around and saw Nelly looking at him with a strange expression.

"What's wrong? Is there something dirty on my face?"

He asked curiously.

"Sometimes I really wonder if Varian Wrynn is your illegitimate son?"

The archbishop complained:

"You seem to be a little too good to him! You went through all the trouble of purifying an ancient god, only to exchange the favor that the elven leader offered you for a sword that's useless to you, and you're going to give it to that silly boy."

Even if that kid is indeed very talented, he doesn't deserve your utmost attention, does he?

“You don’t understand, Nelly.”

Diakum reached out and grasped a handful of flying quicksand, then released his fingers, watching the grains slide away. He explained:
"There is a saying among the prophets that every world has its own 'chosen one' in every destiny. I don't judge whether the destiny of a world can be decided by one person, but if this world really needs someone to support it with their own strength in the future, then Varian Wrynn is definitely one of the most suitable candidates."

Just like how I'm very good to Irene.

Because Yrel is an absolutely crucial figure who cannot be ignored in the future history of Draenor, and having recklessly intervened in their lives, I have a responsibility to guide them onto the right path.

"You mean, just like your relationship with Lord Argus, the Lords of Azeroth also need Varian Wrynn to shoulder an important mission in the future?"

Nelly raised an eyebrow and said:
"This is too heavy a judgment. I don't know if that child's young shoulders can bear it."

"I think he can do it, but let's wait and see."

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"Who would have thought that the Titans, who always prided themselves on being great and righteous, were actually such a group of evil gods!"

Inside the Chamber of the Heart, under the watchful gaze of the Azerothian Star-Soul Lord, Onyxia angrily brandished her fists.

The black dragon princess was taller than before, and her slender body had become more robust. She was also wearing a set of heavy black armor covered with strange spikes, making her look majestic.

But this guy still hasn't changed his nature.

At this point, the commentator Titan's inhuman behavior was primarily aimed at winning the favor of the Star Soul Lord.

But is Ai-chan, a "child prodigy," so easily swayed?

He watched the cunning black dragon's performance with cold eyes, without uttering a word. His gaze fell on the three trembling female dragons before him. Teregosa was alright; she had lost her power as a guardian dragon long ago and was considered a "pure" child in the eyes of Azeroth. But Mereithra and Rheastarssa were having a much harder time.

They could sense Xinghun's indifference and hostility towards them.

More importantly, after Star Soul brutally crammed the hundreds of thousands of years of suffering he had endured because of Titan into their minds, even if the two dragon girls wanted to defend Titan, they were completely speechless at this moment.

Put yourself in their shoes. The two of them were already suffering terribly from being imprisoned by C'Thun for a thousand years, while Star Soul was imprisoned by the Unifying Field of All Things for hundreds of thousands of years. Furthermore, due to the damage and leakage of the Titan Device, Star Soul was unable to put up an effective resistance against the corruption of the three Old Gods and the machinations of the Death Force.

Even if the Titans set up this device to protect the weakened Star Soul, this is still a classic example of "good intentions gone wrong".

The two dragons knew they faced a difficult choice.

If they are unwilling to "turn back from their misguided ways," given Onyxia's fierce expression that screams "I am the Star Soul Lord's deadly loyal dog," it's likely that the two of them will have a hard time leaving the Chamber of Hearts alive.

Chromie is still inside the Cocoon of Time, but they can sense that Chromie's aura as a guardian dragon has disappeared, and she has become a "wild dragon" just like Teregosa.

They had agreed to form a "Five-Colored Dragon Team" together, but now both of them have switched sides, and Teregosa is on the verge of switching sides at any moment. Time is really running out for them.

"Why waste words on these idiots who can't see the situation?"

The Black Dragon Princess clenched her fists, and steel-like bone spikes sprang out from her menacing arm armor. She whispered:

"Great Lord of Azeroth, please give the order! I would gladly execute these two unrepentant traitors in your name if you would give the word!"

"There's no need to be so extreme."

The Star Soul Lord met with many people today, and He really didn't have much energy left. He had vented his disappointment and anger towards the Guardian Dragons in Chromie, and He was able to look at the problems of the Guardian Dragons more rationally.

Diakum is right. Although the Guardian Dragons were tricked into becoming lackeys of the Pantheon by the Titans, these children did not participate in any actions that harmed him. Over the years, they have diligently maintained world order and helped him eliminate many dangerous threats.

They may not have made any great contributions, but they certainly put in a lot of hard work.

Therefore, seeing that the two young dragons were hesitant to make a decision, He was not annoyed. He waved his hand and said:
"The truth is there. You can find it by searching carefully in the Titans' facilities. You are my children, though you are disappointing and rebellious, but I will not brutally execute you. I disdain to use power to create a so-called 'perfect' order like the Titans."

Go ahead.

Go find the evidence yourself!
When you realize your mistakes and return to the right path, a warm home awaits you. Onyxia, you have stepped into the Holy Light; if you can find a way out for your poor people, it will put my mind at ease.

But you, Teregosa, what is your decision?

"Of course I am."

Having lost the power of the guardian dragon, the blue dragon looked left and right, and her gaze finally settled on Chromie's Time Cocoon.

Her time together led her to believe that Chromie was a complete "weirdo," whose sense of good and evil was quite different from that of most dragons. However, Teregosa considered Chromie a qualified Time Keeper.

If even a high-ranking member of the Shifting Sands like Chromie could make up his mind, then Teregosa felt that perhaps she should also make a decision.

So, in response to the Star Soul Lord's question, the Blue Dragon raised its head and said:

"I cannot yet confirm whether the Dragon Aspects were deceived by the Titans into becoming your jailers, but if that is indeed the case, I would like to express our heartfelt apologies on behalf of my people. As you said, the dragons born in Azeroth should have been your protectors, but we failed to walk that path of glory."

Therefore, whether it's an apology or a change of heart, I will henceforth be your guardian! Lord Star Soul, you urgently need guardians like us to serve you, protect your safety, and eliminate threats for you.

Therefore, I will be loyal to you!
Once we uncover the truth, I will persuade more of my people to follow the same path. I swear! My entire life will be devoted to your revival.

"Good boy."

This answer pleased the Azerothian world-soul, who laughed.

Under Onyxia's rather envious gaze, a wisp of the world's magic was bestowed upon Tyreggosa, allowing the powerless blue dragon to regain the magical control stripped from the dragon soul amidst cries of surprise. Moreover, this time Tyreggosa was certain that her power would not be easily taken away again.

It's as if this is a talent they were born with, rather than a reward bestowed by some great power!
Starsoul slept soundly in the pale blue light of the world, restoring peace to the Chamber of the Heart. Onyxia stepped forward, patted Teregosa on the shoulder, and whispered:

"Although you tried to strangle me before, and I also wanted to kill you, that's all in the past. From now on, we're on the same side, so let's cooperate well."

Oh, by the way, if you don't plan to keep the 'jailer uniform' that the Titans gave you, go to Diakum to get your appearance remodeled. He has a lot of cool 'appearance options'.

In his words, give yourself a new look, girl.

Say goodbye to yesterday's self.

(End of this chapter)