Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 446, Section 55. Magnificent! The Second Legion of the Saviors of Azeroth, "The Emperor's Fist," is Established!
Leiden was taken away.

With hands symbolically shackled, capable of easily wielding thunder and unleashing storms, he walks through the "special passage" opened by Sargeras's scepter, directly to the Chamber of the Heart to meet the Star Soul.

As Diakum had anticipated, the Chancellor Ugu dispatched the Mogu Queens as "escorts" and "jailers."

This is a win-win solution.

Firstly, the relationship between the Mogu and Ra-den is too complicated. Without their own people keeping an eye on things, the Mogu, who are used to planning ahead, are always uneasy.

Secondly, the Mogu of the Mountain and Lake tribes are to rebuild their relationship with the Pandaren in accordance with the will of Thor. With Thor gone, leaving two queens as "regents" would likely cause trouble later.

It's important to understand that the Mogu race has a very bloody political tradition. In the event of a rebellion, almost all the important officials of the previous dynasty would be slaughtered. If someone were to use the name of Thor to cause trouble, the currently small and weak Mountain Ze tribe might be in danger of being overthrown.

There are currently a large number of Mogu undead within the continent of Pandaria, especially the spirits of the Mogu emperors, each of whom has a "strong claim." Thor is the first emperor, but not all emperors are convinced of his authority.

Given the current situation of the Yamazawa clan, it would be better to stay on Thunder Island and quietly develop their strength for now.

These diplomatic matters would be handled by professional officials. Ugu had more important things to deal with next. In the palace above Raden's cell, the prime minister used sign language to make three decisions with the leaders of the Pandaren.

First, the Brocade Valley must be opened as soon as possible.

The will of the Thunder God contained a clause regarding the three palaces there as an inheritance left to the Mountain Zealots. As the prime minister who had assisted the Thunder King in becoming emperor, Ugu knew very well that those three palaces contained the wealth left by His Majesty, as well as some things related to the legitimacy of the Mogu.

That was a crucial guarantee for the long-term survival of the Yamazawa tribe.

Second, Thunder Isle and several nearby islands shall be the territory of the Mountain Tribe, and the Pandaren shall not invade them at will for any reason.

He will establish a trading and transit point on Shanze Island, located between Thor Island and the mainland, where all subsequent negotiations will be conducted.

Most importantly, the Pandaren must not interfere with the communication between the Mountain and the Mist.

This one is also easy to understand.

Compared to the continent of Pandaria, the isolated Isle of Thor is situated precisely on the golden waterway of the South China Sea. Once the fog dissipates, this island will immediately become a major commercial center.

The Mogu are not barbarians.

Although they prefer to solve problems with force, their level of civilization is no less than that of the Pandaren.

It seems highly likely that Prime Minister Ugu wants to get a share of the South China Sea trade and use it to create opportunities for the rapid growth of the Shanze tribe.

The Yamazawa clan are Thor's loyal subjects, and their mission is not just to live well and carry on the Mogu lineage.

Thor's will clearly states that the Shanze tribe must raise a large army in Thor's name to wipe out the Mogu rebels who embrace death. This is a very difficult path to restoring their kingdom, but the Shanze tribe will definitely complete it.

This is also the third basic consensus reached between Prime Minister Ugu and the Pandaren.

In the future, when the army of the Mountain Zealots goes to wipe out the Mogu rebels, the Pandaren will act as allies. Military matters can be discussed at that time, but if Thor wants the two races to form an alliance, then the tone must be set today.

The pandas can accept all three of these requirements.

Especially after Wugu reiterated that they would not occupy a single tree or blade of grass in the Valley of Blossoms except for the three palaces and the ancestral tombs, and would even help persuade the Guo Lai, Shao Tian, ​​and Nan Tian tribes, who had long lived in the Valley of Blossoms, to cease their hostility.

The other party was clearly very pragmatic and sincere.

Therefore, after Zhou Zhuo drafted the alliance agreement, both sides confirmed that it was correct and signed their names. This meant that after more than 10,000 years of complicated relations, the Pandaren and Mogu were finally trying to shake hands and make peace.

There will certainly be many more frictions between the two races in the future. The road to peace is never easy, but with the Mogu Orthodox willing to give up their claims to Pandaria, the probability of war has ultimately been reduced.

Even the most resolute military commander among the Pandaren, Lord Zhutalan, had to admit that after a long period of time, Pandaria was no longer just Pandaria of the Pandaren!
Monkeys, rabbit demons, earth spirits, wild bull people, and goldfish people are all inhabitants of this continent, and they have the same right to survival as panda people.

The Mogu were no exception.

If Pandaria is to maintain peace, all races must respect each other's customs and territories. As the most powerful race in Pandaria, the Pandaren have an obligation to establish a grand covenant.

Today's alliance with the Mogu is only one part of this grand alliance, but it is the most important part.

In fact, the officials of the Golden Lotus Cult had been envisioning a peaceful environment of "universal harmony," and they even intended to accept lizardmen and mantis demons, provided that the other side was willing to negotiate.

Diakum was very supportive of this wonderful ideal.

He couldn't persuade the lizardmen to accept the covenant, but he could get rid of the "mantid" problem for the pandaren—in fact, he was already doing so.

The Prime Minister Ugu completed the alliance with the Pandaren. This silent and noble mute watched the Pandaren leave the palace, and then looked at Diakum, who was sitting opposite him.

Before the guard could speak, Ugu took out a rather imposing Mogu military seal from his robes.

Or it could be called a tiger tally.

He stroked the ancient object, then stood up and handed it to Diakum with both hands. The Watcher took it and examined it. Needless to say, the Imperial Seal was exquisitely crafted, but more importantly, it held symbolic significance.

"Is this the military seal of the 'Emperor's Fist' legion?"

The vigilant said in surprise:
"I thought you would demand control of that legion. After all, it was the army that Thor used to conquer the land. The Mountain Zealots are currently the most qualified force in Pandaria to inherit that army."

You know that with the current strength of the Mountain Zeke tribe, without the assistance of the invincible stone golems of the Emperor's Fist Legion, it will take you a very long time to complete your task of unifying the Mogu.

Even for a long-lived race like the Mogu, that was a terrifyingly long period of time.

Ugu shook his head.

Just as he was about to write, he saw Diakum raise his finger and connect the two spirits with the priest's spiritual vision. The prime minister hesitated for a moment and broke his more than ten-thousand-year-old "silent meditation".

He said in a rather hoarse, electric-like voice:

"Does Your Majesty not know the current situation of the Shanze tribe? In the past ten thousand years, other tribes have relied on the power of death to wage war everywhere, but the Shanze tribe has been trapped on Thunder God Island and has not participated in it."

His Majesty was well aware of the current predicament of the tribes he was loyal to, yet he still left behind this will.

Noble foreign saint, a person needs ideals and goals to live!

This applies to individuals as well as groups; His Majesty does not expect the Mountain Ze tribe to accomplish the great task of unifying the Mogu in a short period of time.

He simply didn't want his loyal tribe to lose their way and become pathetic bandits after his death, just as he had told me before entering the temple of Mogu'shan that he wanted to become thunder.

He hoped his people would also be strengthened by the power of thunder.

Ugu smiled.

The ancient and wise Mogu prime minister waved his hand and said:

"Therefore, please take that legion with you!"
Even from the most realistic perspective, it would be disastrous for the weak Yamazawa tribe to have control of the Emperor's Fist Legion. Moreover, with the Naraksha engine about to be dismantled, that legion should perhaps submit to a more 'noble' power.

Ultimately, the invincible stone statue of the Emperor's Fist should never have been used to conquer the mortal realm.

"You are very wise, no wonder you are a strategist trusted by the King of Thunder."

Diakum said seriously:

"Then I assure you, this legion will be used on the most glorious and solemn battlefields, where they are entitled to fulfill their inherent mission and responsibility."

"I believe your promise."

Prime Minister Ugu stood up.

He clapped his hands, and three tall, strong mountain warriors strode in from outside the palace.

One person wields a giant axe crackling with lightning, another holds a Mogu halberd similarly enveloped in surging electricity, and the last person holds the iconic crown of the Thunder King. All three items are exquisitely crafted and exude majesty; they are the culmination of the Mogu civilization and power, a masterpiece of art.

But this crown is likely a replica.

After all, the real Crown of Command had already been buried in the Valley of the Emperors along with Thor's remains.

Ugu pointed to these three items and said to Diakum in his mind:

"The Thunder Axe, the Lightning Halberd, and His Majesty's spare Command Crown are three precious items belonging to His Majesty, kept in the Thunder Palace. We Mogu people have a habit of respecting the strong, so please accept these three gifts."

These are all treasures that His Majesty created personally in the Naraksha Engine after obtaining the Heart of Thunder. You may not need them, but you can give them to warriors you value.

In our Mogu tradition, this represents the inheritance of courage and strength from warriors.

"It's too expensive."

Dick didn't even need to use the dictionary to verify that these three items were genuine artifacts, with Titan energy surging within them. They were true creations of the Titans, but he wasn't being polite or modest.

He really can't use this thing!
The characteristics of the Titan's Enemy make it impossible for him to control these things, unless he no longer wants his trump card, "Ancient Fury".

He stood up and politely declined:

"Personally, without commenting on the way the Thunder King ruled, I still admire the Mogu First Emperor's will to fight against heaven and earth and his lofty ideals."

He was your great man; let these artifacts remain here for future generations to admire.

“We have stone tablets, as well as various spoils of war left by His Majesty, and even replicas of these divine artifacts are not lacking.”

Ugu sighed and said:
"You should take them with you. The Shanze tribe really can't protect these artifacts now. If outsiders find out, it will be another disaster! You know, the name of Thor is too famous among the Mogu."

If any one of these three things falls into the hands of an ambitious person, it will be a disaster for all the Mogu.

"Uh, okay, I'll find them suitable owners."

Since they'd already gone this far, Dick couldn't very well refuse.

He carried the Tiger Tally and Military Seal of the Emperor's Fist, put away the three divine artifacts, bid farewell to Prime Minister Wugu, and left the Thunder and Lightning Royal Court.

The Watchers would remain on Thor's Isle for two more days, as the Lightforged craftsmen aboard the Exodar informed them that the lightning rods personally designed by Thor could be disassembled and installed on the ship for use as conventional weapons. Furthermore, the Titan technology there was advanced enough to allow for a thorough overhaul and replacement of critical components. The Exodar, having sailed all the way from the Holy Light Realm, hadn't undergone any maintenance in a long time.

This is serious business. As a mobile base for the Lightforged Legion, Dick doesn't want to see his ship become a "Prison of Light" one day due to its age and disrepair.

After the guards left, Prime Minister Ugu returned to the palace. Not long after, a mysterious fellow was brought in by the warriors of the Shanze tribe.

This guy was wearing a hooded outfit and dressed suspiciously, but he was short. Judging from his height, you could tell he was either a dwarf or a goblin, so his disguise was basically a waste.

Ugu stared at him.

A Mogu sorcerer beside him spoke up:

"Why do you offer such a large sum of money to see the esteemed prime minister?"

"Of course, it's about doing business!"

The guy took off his hood, revealing the classic goblin appearance of Prince Hot Sands.

It rubbed its hands together in a very mercenary manner and said to Prime Minister Ugu:

“I have learned about the contents of your alliance with the Pandaren. I know you need help, my friend. My Hot Sands Consortium is most enthusiastic about ‘providing help and making a profit’.”

Although the Vigilant's intention was to let the gnomes master the Titan technology here to create healthy competition between the two sides, I, a goblin capitalist, really hate the word 'competition,' so let's talk about some monopolistic businesses instead.

I don't want more!
Share the Titan energy technology that you Mogu possess with the Gadgetzan Consortium. I desperately need those 'supercapacitors' that can absorb natural lightning and store energy.

With this thing, I can create a fleet that doesn't need wind or ocean currents to sail, and send the entire Kul Tiras navy to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish.

My favorite airship has crashed off the coast of Pandaria. I need a new airship, and I hope to use Mogu technology to build me a 'super airship' that will never crash!

Ugu blinked, then made a gesture.

His attendant asked in a drawn-out voice:

"You have many demands, but Your Excellency would like to know what kind of returns your conglomerate can bring to the Yamazawa tribe?"

"Oh, so we've entered the negotiation process, right?"

Prince Hotsand's large eyes shone brightly as he said:
"I enjoy negotiating, and I have so much to offer; it just depends on what you need."

arms?

No, the technology you possess ensures you have no shortage of weapons.

food?

No, the Mogu can enter a stone statue state, so you don't need much food at all.

money?

No, your palace is filled with wealth, and Thor has left you the true 'King's Treasure'. You are probably one of the richest races in Azeroth.

Therefore, there is only one answer!

You're short-staffed.

Hot Sand squinted and asked:
"Then how am I supposed to increase the population of my most distinguished business partners? You don't reproduce through mating, and my female slaves are of no use."

"Dirty!"

The prime minister's attendant rebuked him:

"Mind your manners, goblin. Don't utter such vulgar words in front of someone of high status."

Wugu waved his hand.

He didn't find Hot Sand arrogant; he quite liked the goblin's drive. It had been many years since anyone had dared to speak to him like that. So, Ugu took out a unique piece of soil from the sleeve of his robe and handed it to Hot Sand.

The goblin took it in his hand and found it to be a very strange type of soil, seemingly possessing a life force.

"If you can find this kind of soil elsewhere, bring it back. We'll take as much as you have!"

The prime minister's attendant explained:

"The souls of the Mogu warriors are born from this soil. During the Emperor's era, we could mass-produce our people using the Naraksha Engine, but that was the Emperor's privilege; no one else could do it."

The terracotta figurines made by artisans from other tribes using inferior clay would only give birth to inferior souls.

For us Mogu, the body is merely replaceable stone; what matters is the soul. Therefore, we need such materials to restore the Mountain Marsh tribe to its former glory and make it strong again.

"Uh, you've gone through all that just to get some mud? Well, I've seen some weird customers before."

The hot sand was stumped.

It scratched its head and said:
"But where can I find this kind of soil imbued with spirit?"

"That's your business!"

The prime minister's attendant rebuked him:

"If we knew, would we need you?"

"Okay, that's a classic customer pitch."

Hot Sand was a little embarrassed. He planned to take the soil to his arcanists, but since he had been received by Chancellor Ugu, it meant that the Mogu could indeed do business with the Hot Sand Consortium.

that's enough.

Satisfied, Hot Sand put on the hood and left the palace. It ran to a small boat on the beach of Thunder Island, the boat that had brought it there, which bore the insignia of the Jade Lotus Gang.

"You can try your luck at Deep Rock Continent."

Just as Hot Sand was deep in thought, the Watcher's voice suddenly rang in its ear, reminding it:

"The Stone Mother's territory contains all the rocks that have ever been born in Azeroth, and there must be the ethereal soil that the Mogu need there. But Deepholm is an elemental realm, so you'll have to figure out how to get there yourself."

Afterwards, remember to pass a message to Therazane, the Stone Mother, for the Supreme Star Soul: tell her not to follow the path of the Firelord.

"what!"

Hot Sand was terrified.

If it were to try to explain, it would hear Diakum say:

"I was wondering why you didn't come over with such a good trade opportunity. Seeing that you are still so sharp, I am very pleased. The evil of desire has not corrupted your outstanding business wisdom, my friend."

Don't worry, I'm not angry.

After all, dwarfs' carefree nature means they do need some pressure to really get into the game.

"Oh, you should have said so earlier, then I wouldn't have had to sneak around."

Prince Hot Sand curled its lip, called to the boatman to take it away, and its clever mind was already thinking about how to make contact with the earth elementalists.

Ah, Pandaria is truly its blessed land.

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"But the Naraksha engine will be removed."

On a shore of Thunder Isle, Saloras looked at the Mogu army seal in her hand, and said with a frown:
"Without the Titan Engine, how can we continue to forge the invincible stone terracotta warrior of the Emperor's Fist?"

"The answer is the power of the Supreme Star Soul."

Diakum lay on a very large Mogu recliner, his arms crossed and resting under his head.

He enjoyed this rare moment of leisure and said to Saloras:
"What Titan energy can do, the power of Azeroth can do too. What we need to dismantle is only the core of the Naraksha engine, breaking this link in the unified field of all things. Those energy tubes and facilities do not need to be completely destroyed."

Star Souls can use them to restart the Emperor's Forge, making the Emperor's Fist a true force that protects Him.

Well, now Anvina can command more than just the Zerg swarm. Considering that each of the Emperor's Fist Legion's sarcophagi is enormous, especially the individual commanders, Sword of the Dawn and Tethys, who can be called 'colossi'.

So, congratulations to Anvina for unlocking the advanced combat unit.

The best part is that these colossi can be used for anti-aircraft attacks simply by being equipped with weapons, without needing to kill any specific individual. Ah, my older brother finally doesn't have to hide under West Lake anymore.

"You're saying strange things again."

Aurecis, carrying several glasses of juice and wagging her tail as she walked over, complained:
"So this is yet another strange 'spell' from the Sea of ​​No Light?"

"That's it."

Dick blinked, took a sip of his juice, and then saw Yrel, Lily, and Lyran, wearing Thor's Command Crown, flying around on the sea on a fierce wild phoenix, letting out joyful screams.

"puff"

The vigilant spat out his juice and muttered:

"Thor's crown, the artifact that can command all life, isn't meant for her to use to tame wild beasts! Ah, this Yrel, I said she was more composed before, she's so easily flattered! She really should learn from Anvina!"

(End of this chapter)