Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 433, Section 42: Law Two – Azshara Never Admits a Mistake!
The pulsating death rift struggled under the onslaught of golden Titan energy.

The power from the Shadow Realms was unwilling to fade away so easily. Like an ugly scar that had existed on a star for ten thousand years, it wanted to continue to exist, to carry out the cruel mission it had been given, to make the star soul of this world continue to weaken until it was "summoned by death".

However, the Eternal Sword that maintains the rift's existence has been restrained, and the loss of its core power makes the rift's collapse only a matter of time.

Remonia struggled in Azshara's grasp, but grew weaker with each passing second.

Madman's Demon Sword was severely damaged by the world's vengeful strike, and its hilt was shattered by Diakum's "Radiant Strike". No matter how powerful a life form is, it is difficult to break free from the Elf Queen's magical suppression under such damage.

Even if all that exists here is Azshara's soul.

However, for an individual like "Light of Light," whose every aspect is difficult to measure by normal standards, the presence or absence of a physical body will not affect the release of her power. Just like the Loa, whose flesh and blood are destroyed, can still live forever in spirit.

According to Dean Blue Moon's casual explanation, abandoning the shackles of flesh and blood and pursuing the longevity of the spirit, seeking truth in an unrestrained and freer way, is also one of the paths in the arcane realm.

"Everyone else, get out!"

Diakum rose, gripping the broken pearl hilt of his sword, and said in a rather serious tone that he glanced at the now-dimmed Ashbringer in his hand; this loyal weapon desperately needed a major overhaul.

But now is not the time.

The Vigilant needed no further explanation; his confrontation with Azshara was enough to make the others realize the delicate situation. Those lucky survivors then left the control room, filled with "Titanic chill," led by the Twins.

Lyran helped the Dark Prophet Zul, who had cut out his own tongue, to his feet. She glanced again at the troll secrets Zul had written in blood, her eyes widening in shock. She quickly used arcane magic to erase the writing, then gave the exhausted Dark Prophet a few instructions:
"For the sake of other people's lives, you'd better forget about these terrible things that happened in the Golden King's court. What horrible sins!"

"Ah."

The Dark Prophet nodded.

He also did not want to leak these royal secrets.

However, that power of "punishment" is a bit too outrageous. Apart from a freak like the Vigilant who has a clear mind, it is difficult for others to resist the backlash of their inner sins.

But Zhou Zhuo, who was peeking in from the doorway, hesitated for a moment. He said a few words to the sect leader Zhu Talan beside him. Old Zhu glanced at the twins hesitantly, and the archbishop nodded. So, sect leader Zhu and Old Chen escorted Zhou Zhuo forward and finally arrived at the place where Thor had fallen.

To ensure that the World Soul's attack would hit the Demon Sword, the Mogu Emperor used an extremely fierce lightning binding. The power of his Thunder Heart caused him to fail to dodge the Star Soul's attack, and now his body is broken and leaning against the wall.

Ferocious lightning surrounded his body, and the lightning seemed to have the power of regeneration to heal him. The extremely high energy surge meant that the severely injured Thor still had the ability to kill everyone here.

But the emperor did not do that.

He leaned there, panting, looking utterly exhausted, yet his eyes were closed as if he were recalling something.

“My ancestor was your historian. He regretted in his own notes that he was unable to record the entire process of your last death truthfully.”

Zhou Zhuo took out the traveler's notes and opened them.

He straightened his back, like the historians of yesteryear who recorded true history, and said to Thor:

"Perhaps I can make up for the regrets of my ancestors today, Your Majesty, King of Thunder. Before your second death, is there any message you wish to leave behind?"

"I"

Thor coughed a few times, then said in a hoarse voice:
"You are to convey the decree!"
Go to Thunder Island, to my palace, and have the Shanze tribe obey the command of Imperial General Tieqiong, and assist my Prime Minister Wugu in governing the country!

Royal historian Zhou Zhuo must convey my decree: Wu Gu Xu must diligently perform his duties and lead the surviving loyal Mogu people of all tribes to rebuild the dynasty. Those who have died and been resurrected are all traitors! Raise a large army to attack them.

Furthermore, Ugu was granted overall authority over diplomatic affairs with the Pandaren.

Zhou Zhuo, you convey my decree to your Pandaren leader: the ownership of the rest of Pandaria is up to the individual, but the three palaces in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms and the cemetery of my people shall belong to the Mogu for eternity.

After my death, I shall be buried in the Imperial Valley Mausoleum, without any accompanying funerary objects or extravagant memorials.

Finally, ahem, the 'prisoners' hidden beneath my bedchamber.

He hesitated for a moment, then sighed and said:

“Return the heart I stole to him, and tell him that I tried to take up the duty he abandoned, but I failed. That great power is like the might of heaven and cannot be shaken by mortals. However, even so, I despise him!”

A weak boulder is not qualified to be the leader of the Mogu.

"If he wants the Mogu to obey him again, then he should do something to truly convince us."

Zhou Zhuo wrote everything down, and after he finished, he asked in a low voice:

"Don't you have any thoughts? Like remorse before you die? You know, if you don't speak out and have it recorded by the historians, no one can say for sure how the unofficial histories will portray you."

It's best to keep an official record of this kind of thing.

This is also the duty of us historians.

Please rest assured that these records will not be disclosed to unauthorized individuals.

That's a bit arrogant.

But Zhou Zhuo wasn't a Mogu, and he didn't have any reverence for the Thunder King beyond his duty. At this moment, he was just fulfilling his duty as a historian.

Thor remained silent for a long time, and just when the three Pandaren thought he was dead, he spoke:

"In my life, I rose to power in a chaotic world where bandits ruled and roamed across lands where order was lost. After meeting the 'Deposed God,' I set my sights on pacifying the world. From then on, I worked diligently and never dared to slack off for a single day."

I have finally unified Pandaria and established the order I envisioned.

Perhaps it is too brutal for you, but I have indeed unified all the forces of this land. I have standardized the disordered languages, the chaotic currencies and weights and measures. I have personally compiled the world's first imperial code.

Whether you like it or not, it was the system I left behind that gave rise to all subsequent civilizations, and you Pandaren are now using the script I left behind.

Heh, why should I need others to remember me? History will judge for itself!
As for the rulings and judgments of that land of death, they are nothing more than a few trials and tribulations.

My last death came too suddenly. The Tovir resistance, the spirit and determination of the Tovir people ruined my great cause. This resurrection is not a blessing, but merely the enslavement of death.

I am only thankful that I managed to retain some dignity and integrity in the end, so that you younger generations wouldn't have made a fool of yourselves."

He laughed heartily, opened his eyes, and looked at the struggling demonic sword in Azshara's hand. His eyes were filled with pleasure as he said:

"Those who offend Pandaria, no matter how powerful, shall be punished! I am the Emperor, and this is the last time I have defended this not-so-loyal land. So be it, go. Cherish your lives, for they are a gift from me; do not waste them."

I am tired.

"You may all kneel and rest."

As he spoke, his proud head lowered.

The surge of electricity dancing on the precious command crown gradually died down, signifying the passing of life force.

But if no one intervenes, his soul will surely return to the Shadowlands. He has already been "judged" and his sins have been cleared. Revendreth is his hell, waiting for his arrival.

"Should you do it, or should I?"

After listening to Thor's narration, Diakum looked at Azshara.

The Elf Queen waved her hand; she was still quite weak and had to suppress Remonia's struggles, so she didn't have time for anything else.

Diakum then turned to the Thunder King, flipped the Heart of Azeroth ring on his finger, and placed his hand on the Thunder King's shoulder. The power of the world flowed through the ring, guiding the weary soul to the Supreme Star Soul in some kind of pull and summoning.

Deep within the Temple of the World Mother are statues of all the races of Azeroth, symbols of all her children in her eyes. These faceless statues need to be clearly represented.

Without a doubt, no one but Thor can represent the Mogu race and stand proudly under the banner of Mother World.

This is neither a resurrection nor some kind of award; it is merely a historical commemoration.

He will completely escape the ravages of time and remain there forever.

He will only be granted the power to temporarily awaken and transform into a Star Soul Guardian to slay the intruders when thugs attempt to attack the World Soul.

But from the perspective of race and civilization, this is undoubtedly a rare honor.

The Supreme Star Soul would not allow this unique soul to fall into the hands of death.

He acknowledged that the Lord of Thunder was one of the most outstanding beings in Azeroth and worthy of His protection.

"Take out that heart."

Diakum stood up and said to the three pandaren:
“Leave it here. I know Thor’s last wish was to return it, but Lai doesn’t need it anymore. This Thunderheart can be used for something much greater.”

The stone figures that summoned the Emperor's Fist entered to collect the remains of their emperor.

I will accompany you when you travel to Thor's Isle.

"Yes."

Zhu Talan nodded in agreement, and a moment later, tall stone figures with sorrowful expressions entered the hall. They lifted the remains of the Thunder God, and outside, the stone figures roared, as they bid farewell to their King of Thunder.

"He longed to become thunder, to bless all living beings. I will not comment on his ruling practices, but the idea itself is worthy of respect for a ruler."

Shaohao was a completely different ruler from him, but they shared similar ideas.

Perhaps this is some kind of legacy passed down in Pandaria.

Aegwynn sighed, “Other races haven’t been so lucky. Looking at the leaders of the civilizations that have been born on this planet, few have been so devoted. Some leaders have even abused their power and acted willfully, almost dragging the whole world down with them because of their ambitions.”

In the hall where only three people remained, Azshara stared expressionlessly at the two before her. Aegwynn's undisguised sarcasm did not alter her exaggeratedly beautiful appearance.

Sigh, no matter what you say, I'll just pretend I didn't hear it!
The Watcher's "greeting" was more refined; he looked at the cursed sword in Azshara's hand and said:

"The combination of Remonia and Thor is indeed fierce. Their destructive power when they are 'one with their sword' undoubtedly touches the edge of a lesser god. But if even a weakling like me can deal with them, there is no reason why you, the 'Daughter of the World,' would be at a disadvantage."

You could have easily defeated them and ended the conspiracy of the Death Force on Azeroth ten thousand years ago.

But you didn't do that.

Instead, they went to great lengths to use the Titan energy of the Naraksha Engine to set up a seal, sealing the demonic sword and suppressing the expansion of the Death Rift. While seemingly valiant, this was in reality a compromise made when they couldn't defeat a powerful enemy.

Diakum stared at Azshara and said:
"You were also 'judged,' weren't you? Ten thousand years ago, Remonia used her power of punishment on you, and your sins were so terrible that you could not confront her directly and could only choose to seal her away."

You are guilty.
It wasn't just the Demon Sword that sensed it, nor was it just the judgment of the Kingdom of Death.

We all know your story, and you experienced it all firsthand. I'm curious, do you still believe you didn't make a mistake back then?

Azshara remained silent, her face expressionless.

She seemed uninterested in answering the question from this "alien wretch," but instead turned her head to look at the gold pendant hanging on Aegwynn's chest, and a flicker of emotion finally appeared in her amber eyes.

A touch of sadness, fleeting in an instant.

"The demon sword contains stolen world life, and I will return it to Azeroth."

The Queen commanded calmly:

"As a subject of the Queen, Aegwynn, I command you to fulfill your duties and assist me!"
As for you, Diakum Zastins, considering the memories I have gleaned from your twin lieutenants, and for the many great deeds you have accomplished in the Outland, I hereby bestow upon you the title of 'Queen's Advisor'.

"Stay here and watch, protect me."

“It is a rare honor. Although the previous holder of this position, Lord Savis, was despicable in his actions, Your Majesty, I obey.”

Diakum performed a rather exaggerated courtly gesture before retreating to an area where his spellcasting would not be affected.

As he watched the two powerful spellcasters prepare to heal the planet, Dick used the Lightforged's communication to give the Twins an order and also asked Old Anzu for help.

The blade of the Death Sword contains stolen world energy, and returning it is not difficult. The Naraksha Engine in front of us is part of the Titan's Unified Field of All Things, and it is directly connected to the heart of the world.

Therefore, by using the energy well in front of us as a medium, we can accomplish this great task.

Diakum also witnessed Aegwynn, who was always very confident in her spellcasting abilities, being criticized by the stern Azshara like a grandson. Every spellcasting process she performed as an assistant was ridiculed by the harsh queen.

It was as if she had returned to her apprenticeship days long ago, where every spell had to be tested by her mentor.

But what's most frustrating is that Aegwynn has no way to refute it.

They're right, why are you arguing?
Her dignity as a super spellcaster wouldn't allow her to lie through her teeth.

All I can say is that, in terms of spellcasting ability and talent alone, Azshara could easily outclass all the mages since her.

"She is a minor god."

Argus, reflecting on the spirit of Diakum, remarked:

"Perhaps before making this difficult and heavy decision ten thousand years ago, she had only come close to that level, and could still be described as a 'demigod'. But in the arduous task of bathing her soul in the blood of the world and suppressing the Force of Death with the help of Titan energy for ten thousand years, the immense pressure forced her to constantly improve herself."

It's like steel being forged through countless trials!
The current weakness is merely a symptom.

She is growing stronger every second, and once she returns to her body, a true lesser god will be born in Azeroth.

What's even more remarkable is that Azshara is not an unstable lesser god like the Nightsworn. Judging from how effortlessly she wields the sword that suppresses the Eternals, you can tell that her power is very stable, and the highest truth of arcane magic is under her control.

Putting aside her terrible character, her attitude towards power is something you should really learn from, Diakum. Power will never be her master.

"You think too highly of me."

Dick complained:
“From the moment of her birth, Azshara was favored by the Supreme Star Soul. The favor that the Daughter of the World could receive was beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Your sister saw her as the hope to save the Star Soul, so naturally she gave her the best of everything.”

Azshara's starting point is already an end point that others can only chase their whole lives and never reach.

In this sea of ​​stars, there is only her, and only one her can be born.

Especially now that the Pantheon has been destroyed, the arcane force has been dormant for too long, and a lesser god has finally emerged. The gifts and enhancements that Azshara can receive from the arcane force are far beyond our imagination.

As for temperament.
Aegwynn and I were practically attacking her head-on when we were mocking her, but the Queen just pretended not to hear us instead of strangling us to death, which shows her change.

Azshara never believed she could make mistakes, nor did she ever admit them, but she would indeed try to correct and make amends through her actions.

Unfortunately, saving Pandaria couldn't make Star Soul's mother forgive her rebellious child. After all, her previous actions of trusting the Fel-powered blond guy and almost setting her own villa on fire, as well as colluding with outsiders to nearly kill her mother, were too heinous.

I've heard that Revendreth carves a monument to every sinner to record their crimes. The monuments to the most heinous sinners are enormous, so large that they can suffocate them. I estimate that Azshara's monument is at least as big as Mount Hyjal.

She herself is well aware of this.

So I'm very curious, what choice will Azshara make next?

At this point, Diakum paused, sighed, and said:

"But you're right, Azshara is indeed my 'role model.' She taught me the price of abusing power, neglecting duty, acting recklessly, and blindly trusting others."

I cannot be a guardian like her!

Lord Argus also fell silent. After a few seconds, He said:

“You just used ‘Eclipse’ to suppress the Demon Sword and Thor. If you continue like this, the Void will soon notice you, or they may already have noticed you.”

There is also the Secret Technique of Yaoyang.

Although this power of light is not as exaggerated as a solar eclipse, repeatedly igniting oneself as the 'sun' causes your holy light to undergo a rapid qualitative change. Others may not feel it, but the Naaru will certainly have some understanding of it.

They are, after all, Anser's direct descendants.

Be careful, Diakum, you have entered the most dangerous deep waters, where both the light and the darkness have enough power to strangle or imprison you.

The enemy you're facing is far too formidable, and I can hardly offer you enough assistance. So, stay in Azeroth!

Argus emphasized:

“If things go wrong, only my sisters, who are gradually recovering, will be able to protect you.”

Dick remained silent.

He can't stay here forever; there are still many things waiting for him to do.

The Vigilant temporarily put these heavy pressures aside, stroking the Heart of Azeroth ring on his finger. When Azshara personally returned the world life within the demon sword to the planet itself, he could clearly feel the comfortable whimper of the Supreme Star Soul.

The stolen items were returned.

To be honest, watching Azshara hover above the golden Titanic chill, her white hair flying amidst the surging energy, and her elegant posture as she suppressed the magic sword's spellcasting, was a visual treat.

Although this woman has many flaws, she is indeed perfect in terms of appearance alone.

This "beauty" does not come from mere physical appearance. The aesthetics of the elves differ from those of the Eredar, but Azshara's beauty transcends racial prejudice.

Dick believed that even if a gnoll or boarman were brought over, they would still think Azshara was beautiful.

That was the temperament meticulously crafted and nurtured by the Soul of the World; it was a special talent possessed only by Azshara. If "charisma" was considered a hidden attribute, then Azshara's charisma value would undoubtedly be an unprecedented "MAX".

The Highborne elves repeatedly emphasized that no elf could resist the Queen's charm, which was proof enough.

This thing can already affect the mind.

But admiration aside, if Diakum were to actually choose Azshara as his partner, he would definitely commit suicide on the spot. This queen's personality is too wicked; no normal man could withstand the torment of such "ultimate princess syndrome."

Well, distance really does make the heart grow fonder.

The ceremony was still in progress, but a dozen minutes later, the twins escorted in the "prisoner" who had been kept in the deepest part of Stormwind Prison and enjoyed the privilege of a single VIP cell.

Ever since her capture at the Tomb of Sargeras, Lady Vashj, the spymaster of Suramar, has been living a life of utter darkness.

Although humans were very polite to her, freedom was out of the question. She thought she would be imprisoned forever, but today she was inexplicably teleported by a group of mages to a place she had never been before.

She was being escorted to a cold, desolate place with a cloth bag covering her head.

Just when the spy master thought she was going to be executed, the bag on her head was suddenly removed, and the light that came into view made Vashj squint. But the next moment, the spy master saw the radiant figure floating in the energy in front of her.

Her body trembled, and then she broke free from the twins' restraints.

She staggered forward, staring blankly at the figure before her. Finally, she knelt down and cried out in anguish:
"Your Majesty, ten thousand years have passed. Finally, you have returned to your people."

(End of this chapter)