Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 443, Section 52. Overseas, there are loyalists. How can the Mogu hegemony be accomplished when they are with insects like necromancers?
There are quite a few islands off the coast of the Pandaria continent.

Beyond the Jade Forest are the Timeless Isle and the Windward Isle. North of Kun-Lai Summit, there are also islands that are currently used as anchorages for the Golden Fleet's "Beast Carriers." Not to mention the complex coastline of the Krasarang Jungle.

However, the island with the most diverse terrain is the Mantid Plateau. Niuzao Temple, one of the four great temples of the Pandaren, is located on an island outside the mainland. Of course, it wasn't there originally; it was all caused by the aftermath of the great collapse of heaven and earth during the ancient war.

Although Shaohao used the unity of heaven and man to create a mist that shrouded and protected the entire Pandaria, the terrain on the edges of these continents was still inevitably affected.

The same applies to Diakum's destination, "Thor's Island".

That place was once part of the Pandaria continental shelf, but is now hidden deep in the ocean at the outermost edge of the mist.

As the Exodar moved away from the mainland, the crew could see the last vestiges of the mist barrier from the ship's observation deck. It was dissipating, and perhaps in half a month, the last layer of mist would completely disappear.

"It is said that the Kul Tirans have assembled an expedition fleet heading this way, but the Goblin Consortium will definitely be the fastest to act."

The great traveler Lyran stood on the observation deck at the rear of the spaceship and explained to Sun Rouxin, the representative of the Golden Lotus Cult beside him:
"The goblin trade prince, Hotsand, who is currently recuperating at the Temple of the Azure Dragon, has gathered all his merchants. They are working tirelessly from all over the South Sea to Pandaria, trying to reach a series of trade agreements with you before the big merchants of Kul Tiras do so."

In the eyes of the goblins, Pandaria, isolated from the world for ten thousand years but with a large population and abundant resources, is the largest 'trade growth point' in the world in the last hundred years.

They will never let this piece of fat meat slip by.

"Yeah, those goblins are... uh, I don't want to be so blunt, but they're really annoying."

Sun Rouxin is a rather gentle Pandaren official who is in charge of external relations within the Golden Lotus Cult, a department that was only established a little over ten days ago. Her responsibility is to oversee all Pandaren diplomatic affairs.

Faced with Lyland's statement, Ms. Sun replied with a headache:
“Hot Sand and its servants block the government offices of the Heavenly Zen Temple every day, trying to reach a monopoly on trade with us. They want the right to export food from Pandaria, but that is impossible.”

The daily grain production on the hillside of Four Winds Valley exceeds the meager imagination of these goblins.

It's not that I look down on them, but they can't possibly eat that much food, and the 'monopoly' they pursue isn't a pleasant word, which is completely contrary to our pandaren's philosophy of life.

Therefore, we plan to meet with more outsiders before responding to them.

At this point, Ms. Sun sighed again and said:
“The Pandaren are not good at sailing, and we had no need for navigation in the past. Now that the fog has cleared, I have learned from Prince Hot Sands about the existence of the South China Sea route. As you said, the sudden appearance of Pandaria will definitely stir up trouble in the South China Sea.”

It seems the formation of the fleet needs to be put on the agenda as well.

"There's no need to worry about that."

Leilan laughed and said:
"The Troll Empire's Golden Fleet won't be leaving anytime soon. Aren't you currently negotiating diplomacy with the Zandalari tribe? Let the Firstborn Legion stay for a while longer. It would be best if you sent out your Wyvern Riders to give the pirates who dared to approach Pandaria a good beating, thus demonstrating that you are not to be trifled with."

The two men's conversation mostly revolved around political and diplomatic matters, but the others on the lookout tower were not very interested in these things, especially Brian Bronzebeard and Cho Chau, who were keeping an eye on the large island that was getting closer and closer.

They could see heavy dark clouds looming over the island, with lightning striking from time to time. The island had a huge palace complex with lightning rod-like designs.

Therefore, each bolt of lightning that struck caused a blinding flash of light to appear around the palace complex.

This unique design gave the palace an aura of unparalleled majesty, and the architectural aesthetics of the Mogu people were inherently inclined towards a sense of power and grandeur. The combination of the two instilled a sense of awe even in the most knowledgeable old dwarves.

"If gods have a dwelling place on earth, it must be this Thunder Palace before us."

Brian soothed the monkey Grib on his shoulder and whispered:

"It is said that this was the political center of Pandaria during the time when Thor ruled the empire, but unfortunately, the Pandaren have long forgotten this Thunder City."

"Forgetting is a good thing."

Zhou Zhuo touched the "Thunder God's Last Will" in his arms. In addition to being a traveling scholar, he also had to play the role of a historian. For this purpose, the Traveling Scholar Headquarters specially prepared a set of historian's robes and crown from the imperial era for him.

That thing was too flashy, which Zhou Zhuo didn't like.

He was a free spirit and felt that such troublesome things only happened once in a lifetime.

Most importantly, he brought Thor's will to deliver to the Thunder King's most loyal subordinates. What if those mountain demons got carried away and swarmed him to kill him?
The traveler's records already contain a wide variety of ways the Pandaren historians died throughout history, and he really didn't want to add any more to those outrageous accounts.

This is absolutely terrifying.

"So, what are the Pandaren's plans for dealing with the Mogu here?"

Brian Bronzebeard pulled out his pipe to light it, but then noticed the Lightforged standing guard beside him staring coldly at him. The old dwarf shrugged, put away his tobacco, and asked curiously:
"According to Thor, the Mogu of the Mountain Marsh do not embrace death. They are flesh-and-blood Mogu descendants and have little interaction with the Mogu undead scattered throughout Pandaria. They consider themselves the most loyal descendants of the emperor and have basically not intervened in the wars on the continent."

"You can't just exterminate people, can you?"

"You think we pandas are going to be extinct? You're giving us too much credit."

Zhou Zhuo pursed his lips and said in a low voice:

"I was called over by Sect Leader Zhu for a discussion, and the Four Celestials were also there. The preliminary conclusion is that if the Mogu of the Mountain and Swamp Tribe are willing to accept the will of Thor and establish normal diplomacy with the Pandaren to achieve peace, Thor's Isle will be regarded as their territory."

The Pandaren, whose home base had just been ruthlessly raided by the Mantid, wouldn't interfere too much in the internal affairs of the Mogu.

But if they refuse to accept the will and insist on continuing the war, then there is nothing else to do but continue the conflict.

The Shadow Phantom Sect's heroes and the warrior monks of the Four Great Temples are exhausted after a series of battles. In addition, with the fog over the continent clearing, diplomacy with the outside world is the top priority right now.

We panda people desire peace.

But if the Mogu insist on causing trouble, we are not afraid of trouble!

At worst, they can launch another expedition, and the Lightforged Chapter has made it clear that it will support the Pandaren's decision.

However, I don't think this situation will happen. If the Mogu of the Mountain Tribe are really as loyal as they claim, then they will most likely accept the will. Most importantly, Thor's most trusted prime minister is on this island.

It is said that 'Ugu the Diviner' grew up with the King of Thunder and was a true sworn brother. He was also a very wise leader, and it is estimated that the fact that the Yamazawa clan was able to live peacefully on Thunder Island for 10,000 years was due to his instructions.

With him present, the chances of both sides reaching an agreement are very high.

"Passengers, please prepare yourselves. The Exodar will be landing on a deserted island off the coast of Thunder Isle in five minutes! Scouts have spotted the Mogu of the Mountain Tribe active on the coast. The situation is currently unclear. Please carry your weapons and protect yourselves."

Archbishop Auress's clear and articulate announcement rang out from the loudspeakers throughout the spaceship, drawing the people on the watchtowers to the hallway at the spaceship's hatch.

Soon, under the control of Diakum, the humanoid Naaru, the gem ship steadily raised its landing gear and landed on a small, deserted island.

The spaceship, radiating holy light, was enormous, while the deserted island, untouched by human hands, was quite small. As a result, its landing created massive waves on the sea, causing some unease among the Mogu legion that was arrayed and watching from the distant shore.

They even dragged out the huge ballista.

These seemingly outdated contraptions have huge capacitors on their arrows, crackling with blinding lightning, clearly belonging to the category of "magical and mystical heavy weapons".

Let me emphasize again, there are way too many monsters and demons in Azeroth!

Here, poking a spaceship with a spear is not a "native joke".

Brian Bronzebeard, true to his identity as an explorer, was among the first to leave the spaceship. The old dwarf gripped his hunting rifle warily, while his pet monkey Grib on his shoulder howled and brandished a strange wooden stick, performing somersaults with it with impressive skill.

Uh, this stick wasn't given to me by the old dwarf; Grib found it somewhere himself.

Perhaps inspired by seeing the Monkey King, Brian felt that his pet monkey had been deliberately imitating the powerful god of the wilderness these past few days. Yesterday, it even stole Brian's quill pen and stuck it on its head as an ornament.

Actually, it is understandable.

Each Wild God has its own flock, and monkeys are quite numerous in Azeroth, but they don't have their own Wild God, so they are always bullied by other beasts. But now that the Monkey King has appeared, the monkeys can naturally start to tremble.

Although the Monkey King's race is "Husun," it is not the same concept as a monkey.

But because "Saint Tony" teacher's plastic surgery was too outrageous, the newborn Monkey King looked like a monkey, and his scratching and rubbing movements were also like a monkey's, so he was naturally a monkey, and therefore, he naturally received enthusiastic support from jungle monkeys like Gribu.

"You little brat, shut up! Stop making those provocative howls." The old dwarf pulled the monkey that had jumped onto his head, waving its club and yelling, up and tossed it onto his shoulder. If the Mogu's crossbow went off accidentally, this guy would probably get blown to the head off. It was said that the Mogu's archers were incredibly accurate.

A few minutes later, amidst the earth-shaking commotion, the Mogu terraforms from the "Emperor's Fist" legion escorted the "Thor's Last Will" off the ship.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhou Zhuo, dressed in a historian's robe and wearing an elegant scholar's hat, stood on the platform and was carried by the stone figures to wade across the water towards the shore.

Old Zhou held up the edict of the Thunder God, trying to project an image of "solemnity" and "calmness," but his trembling legs betrayed him, revealing his visibly tense state.

Although Sect Leader Zhu Talan and Old Chen personally acted as his guards, Zhou Zhuo really didn't feel safe at all.

Fortunately, the Mogu on the coast did not attack them.

Perhaps recognizing the stone figures of the Emperor's Fist, the incredibly brave and fierce Mountain Mogu, wielding halberds and giant shields, voluntarily parted to make way for them. At the junction of the coast and the jungle, there was a ruin where their overseer was waiting.

"These Mogu are made of flesh and blood."

Beneath the Exodar ship, Iredas, leaning on his blessing staff, spoke to Yrel and Marad beside him:
"They are pure, and there is no aura of death on the island. It seems that the legends about the Mountain Marsh tribe are true. These Mogu people have not obeyed the call of death and have remained on their island."

Previously, Xuan Niu Niu Zao Tianzun also corroborated this statement. He had been guarding Niu Zao Temple for thousands of years and had never noticed any threat from Leishen Island.

It seems a diplomatic agreement is highly likely to be reached, and there will be no fighting today.

"I've heard that Thor has concubines."

Yrel, leaning on her holy blade, blinked rather gossipy and said:
"It was Zhou Zhuo who found the 'Secret History of the Emperor' in the library of the Mogushan Palace. It said that Thor had two concubines who were considered to be as beautiful as angels by the Mogu people. Moreover, they were very powerful in combat and, in addition to serving the emperor, they also served as guards in front of the emperor."

It is said that rebels once infiltrated the palace in an attempt to assassinate Thor, but the Thunder King himself didn't even need to lift a finger; the Mogu Twins easily dealt with them.

"Uh, I don't know about that."

Iredas drew a triangular emblem on his chest and said:

"But female Mogu are indeed rare. This is mainly because the Mogu revere the purity of the stone. Exquisite stone figures nurture souls, and flesh and blood will naturally follow. They do not rely on marriage to reproduce, at least not as the main way for them to increase their population."

"Ah, so it turns out they're a bunch of monks."

Irele made a sarcastic remark.

But not having to fight is indeed a good thing. After killing Ordos and the Blackfire Cult on the Timeless Isle, Yrel's warlike nature has faded a lot. At certain moments, she feels like she has really had enough of fighting.

Azeroth is rife with conflict, and she no longer feels joy from being able to move her limbs.

In the words of Company Commander Marlad, this is probably what "growth" is all about.

Moreover, the Pandaren monks have a noble ambition: to stop war with force. Tsk tsk, I always feel that the Lightforged Chapter will also be heading down this path in the future.

After a not-too-long wait, Zhou Zhuo finally returned.

The traveling scholar's smile indicated that everything was going smoothly. Standing on the shore, he shouted at the top of his lungs to the large group of people below the spaceship:

"It's all settled! The overseer of the Mountain Zealots has invited us to the Thunder King's Palace. The Chancellor Ugu, the Grand General Iron Dome, and the two Mogu Queens, who are temporarily regents, are all waiting for us there. The Mogu will reach an agreement with the Pandaren, and they will also send a ceremonial guard to Kun-Lai Summit to preside over the Thunder King's funeral."

Come on over, everyone.

The war is over; the Mogu will no longer fight us.

"Ow Oo"

Although it wasn't exactly big news, especially given the recent series of major events in Pandaria, a ceasefire agreement from a Mogu tribe didn't seem particularly significant, but the pandaren present still cheered.

Essentially, they are indeed a peace-loving race.

So a large group of people crossed the shallow sea and set foot on this land that had also been sealed in mist for ten thousand years.

The former "capital" has long been abandoned by time, and the magnificent city has been reduced to ruins. The number of Mogu people in the Mountain and Swamp tribe is small, and they are not capable of fully maintaining the astonishing number of buildings on Thunder Isle. They can only ensure the integrity of the main body of the Thunder Palace.

The island's ecological changes over the years have transformed it into a jungle and swamp landscape, and the frequent lightning strikes have created a landscape full of "millennial lightning-struck trees."

This made Noboru very happy.

It's not that the shaman intends to switch to being a "Taoist" or to sell exorcism bracelets; the main reason is that lightning-struck wood is a perfect casting material for elemental spells.

A piece of wood struck by lightning grew in the earth, and after being struck by wind and lightning and then burned by flames, it was extinguished by rain and became what it is now.

This process involves all four elements: wind, fire, water, and earth, as well as the surge of life force. This material is highly compatible with all four elements, and Nuboton plans to collect some to take back for the Draenei shamans to use.

The others traversed the ancient, dilapidated ruins, crossing the island amidst the old dwarf and Zhou Zhuo's long sighs about "wasting good things," and finally arrived at Thor's Palace.

The leaders of the Mogu tribe of the Mountain Marsh were all here. They wore ancient helmets, so their expressions were not visible. They were not particularly friendly, but there was no fighting either.

The diviner Ugu will be greeting everyone at the palace gates.

This Mogu, who lived in the same era as Thor, was of course a "necromancer," but unlike other Mogu necromancers, he returned to the island after his resurrection.

Wearing a robe shimmering with lightning and a crown of thunder, Ugu surveyed the crowd, then waved his hand, and a Mogu stepped forward to recite Ugu's welcoming address.

This surprised everyone, and then Zhou Zhuo explained in a low voice:

"It is said that Lord Ugu knows all the secrets related to the King of Thunder. In order not to affect his precious friendship with the Thunder God, and also to avoid offending the King, he cut off his own tongue."

"Swish"

All eyes turned to the Dark Prophet Zul, causing the old troll to purse his lips, but also to feel a surge of respect for the Mogu Necromancer Prime Minister before him.

He knew how difficult it was.

After the welcoming speech, everyone was ushered into the ancient palace, but Diakum was stopped by the sorcerer, who pointed to the box in Dick's hand. The moment the box was opened and the Thunder Heart, surging with lightning, appeared, the celestial phenomena of the entire Thor Point changed drastically.

It seems that the island and palace have finally welcomed back their master.

In an instant, more than a hundred bolts of lightning struck, causing the lightning rods around the palace to flash and completely illuminating the gloomy Thunder God Island.

"Ugh"

Prime Minister Ugu sighed.

He reached out and touched the Thunder Heart, completely unaffected and unbothered by the raging thunder. Then he looked up and asked Diakum with his eyes what he planned to do with the heart.

"I'm not here to return it."

Diakum explained:
“That cowardly god doesn’t need this heart to command the storm. I will use this heart to forge a weapon for a true god to use, but don’t worry.”

He said to Ugu:
"You will stay here and guard the greatest secret of your brother for ten thousand years. This will no longer be a problem. I will take him away! Thor's will is for you. He believed until his death that you would not let him down."

Such friendship is truly moving, especially when power is involved.

Continue leading the Mogu.

Leading Thor's loyal subjects to find a new way to survive in this unfamiliar era, as for the fate of the King of Thunder...
If you're interested, you can come with me to pay your respects to him soon.

After a moment's hesitation, Prime Minister Ugu turned to the side, bowed slightly, and gestured for Diakum to enter.

It couldn't be better that this powerful stranger was willing to take on that "hot potato".

(End of this chapter)