Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 470, Section 9: The Wind Rises in Quel'Thalas - Warning Letter from the League of E.V.I.L.

Ysera arrived at the Dragonsbane Temple on time.

This is her first time back here after experiencing a series of accidents over the past period.

When Ysera, clad in silver armor and a green cloak, appeared from the dream, the red dragon deacons of Alexstrasza immediately rushed forward to greet her with delight.

Ysera is the younger sister of the Red Dragon Queen, therefore, the stewards of the Dragonsbane Tower also refer to her as "the Mistress".

"We are welcoming the Dragonsil warriors in the name of the Dragon Queen. It has been many years since this place has been so lively. Mistress, we need to prepare rooms for the Dragonsils, as well as food and clothing that suit their habits."

They said they wanted to learn the Disguise spell and also wanted to look at history in the library, so I had to contact some blue dragons to bring them back.

The elderly dragon steward led the way in his elven form, behaving somewhat incessantly, much like an old human butler, but Ysera enjoyed the warmth of this detail.

She said softly:

"The Dragonshires once participated in the war to capture the Thunder-Eating Dragon. I saw the records of that battle on the island. The Dragonshires suffered heavy casualties in order to defeat those Wasteland Worshippers."

Although that history was hidden because of Deathwing, the Dragon Aspects cannot neglect their heroes. They should try their best to meet all the needs of the Dragonscythe, as a belated compensation. Hmm?
Why are you looking at me like that?

Ysera looked at the dragon steward in surprise, whose expression was somewhat strange.

In response to the slumber's question, the dragon deacon sighed and said:
“You just mentioned ‘that person,’ and you know that its name is taboo here. For the past ten thousand years, you have tried to avoid mentioning this nickname that represents disaster in any situation.”

"But I will no longer deceive myself by pretending that those tragic past events never happened. Covering up history cannot bring peace of mind. The past war between the Scaled Ones and the accusations made against us by the dragons prove this point."

If we choose to forget, we cannot blame others for attacking us with the truth.

Isera shook her head and said:

"Alright, I understand the guardian dragon's concerns. Just pretend I misspoke. Where's my sister? Is she on the highest level?"

"Yes, His Majesty is discussing some important matters with the weavers."

The Red Dragon Deacon said softly:
"Would you like me to take you up? There are many young dragons waiting to serve you."

"No need, I'll go by myself."

Ysera summoned the Dream to open a rift leading to the highest point of the Dragon Temple, a tower protected by dragon magic, where casting spells is extremely difficult, but it clearly does not hinder a spellcaster of Ysera's caliber.

When the Sleeper emerged from the shadows of the dream, he overheard Malygos explaining to Alexstrasza everything that had happened back then.

"Neltharion summoned me there in a great hurry. I thought something had happened. When I arrived at the island, all I saw was a horrific battlefield. Lysages and her army of wasteland worshippers had attacked the island amidst a raging storm."

Thousands upon thousands of proto-dragons perished there, and Neltharion's army also suffered heavy losses.

It said that Longsil's valiant fighting earned it the opportunity to severely injure Lysages, and I believed it. It then told me that the artifact controlling Longsil had been shattered, so it asked me to seal Longsil away until we found a way to control these elite warriors again.

The weaver's words were filled with pain and self-reproach.

it says:

"I trusted it at the time, and although I was very dissatisfied with the way the Neltharion Titan artifact controlled the spirit of Dragonssil, I still helped it and left Rabizagoth and the Blue Dragonflight there to guard it."

Neltharion told me that Dragonsil was a warrior he had specially trained to hunt down dragonkin and wasteland worshippers, and that their 'dragon-slaying skills' were also dangerous to the guardian dragons.

Therefore, in order to prevent them from getting out of control, I had to join forces with it to cover up the evidence of Longsil's existence. It asked me to keep it a secret, and I felt that its reasoning was quite reasonable, as we were under the most pressure at the time when we were being attacked from all sides by dragons that had transformed into them.

After the subsequent cataclysmic destruction, I assumed the island had been destroyed, so I didn't tell you about it.

"But they survived, and it was precisely because Lysages was sealed away that the Scaleborn War entered its most brutal and irreversible century-long chaotic battle."

Ysera stepped out of the shadows of the dream and said to Malygos:
“I just overheard Ambrose and her dragon Sir discussing that the wise Scaled Chieftain said they saw you casting spells when they were sealed away. You’d better explain the situation to them, Malygos.”

Stop hiding the truth!

For every lie we tell, we need ten more to cover it up. Lies can't fool the Dragonsir; they'll uncover the truth on their own. And what awaits us might be yet another 'Scaled War' born from lies.

Ysera's words carried a hint of reprimand, causing the Spellweaver to nod solemnly.

The Red Dragon Queen was visibly haggard; her wounds on Mount Hyjal had not yet fully healed. After all, she had been pierced by the spears of the corrupted, and if it hadn't been for timely rescue, even though the Red Dragon Queen was skilled in healing, she would have suffered greatly.

But Alexis was still very happy to see her sister "come home".

She rose and took Ysera's hand, and after the latter removed her dragon helmet, she affectionately stroked her long hair. As always, she pressed her forehead against Ysera's and whispered:

"I miss you so much, little sister. You should come back and keep your poor older sister company more often."

“I just sent the bound Lysages to Stormcliff.”

Isera whispered:

"The World Mother hopes that the Thunder-Eating Dragon can reorganize the settlements and races of the Proto-Dragon, and she wants to see the Proto-Dragon embark on the right path of 'natural evolution'."

"Lesages? She's the leader?"

The weaver scolded:

"Isn't this treating human life like dirt? With Lysages's capricious, ruthless, and bloodthirsty nature, the already greatly diminished number of Proto-Dragons will probably be handed over to her very quickly."

She is changing!
The Vigilant cast a powerful mental spell on her that I couldn't understand, a power that was forcing Lysages to confront her past.

She confessed to me the whole way.

She even remembered the name of every one of her compatriots who had died at her hands; it was a long and horrific list.

Ysera rubbed her temples and sighed, saying:

“I don’t know what the power of repentance will turn Lessages into, but I think the problem you’re worried about is unlikely to occur. The World Mother hopes that Lessages will wield the power of the world’s elements in the future; this is her arrangement for the four avatars of the dragon.”

Clearly, their resistance to Titan discipline is appreciated by World Mother.

But I'm not here to argue with you about who is on the side of justice in the War of the Scaled Ones; that's pointless now.

I'm here to get down to business.

"Tell me, what are you planning to do?"

The Red Dragon Queen and the Spellweaver exchanged a glance, and Malygos began to explain:

"We need to summon the Bronze Dragonflight into this timeline. Whether it's facing the threat of Deathwing or the upcoming Dragon Isles, Nozdormu and its Legion are required to participate."

We have collected many relics imbued with the power of time, but none of them are enough to break the constraints of the timeline and connect with the Scales of Quicksand.

Until the appearance of the Dragonshills.

They contain the essence of bronze dragons, and it's clear that they can use time magic to communicate, at least to send letters. Of course, we need the help of the last bronze dragon in the world.

Is Chromie willing to participate?

"I have already told her."

Isera said:

"But whether she wants to come or not, I can't stop her."

"Hoo hoo, the bronze dragons are never late, but we are never early either."

As time spun like quicksand, Chromie leaped out, brandishing her signature priest's staff and clutching a large hourglass that exuded the aura of time.

She slammed the object down in front of the three Dragon Kings, patted her wondrous possession triumphantly, and said:
"This thing was painstakingly crafted from Epoch Stones. Using it will allow me to contact other timelines, and maybe even Lord Nozdormu."

I originally planned to do this myself, but since you have a valid reason, I'll leave it to you.

Chromie waved his hand, walking towards his quicksand vortex while turning back to warn:

"But I must tell you all, the effects of time are twofold. You can't just take the good and ignore the bad! So, after the Bronze Dragonflight arrives in this timeline, the Eternal Dragon villains will come along with it."

But this isn't necessarily a bad thing.

Chromie shrugged and said:

"I am no longer bound by the Titans' time rules, so the Eternal Dragons I kill will completely collapse in this timeline. Therefore, I actually 'welcome' them to come."

I am Mother World's 'Time Agent,' and this time, my gun is loaded with real bullets!
Well, the era of small-scale operations is over.

Having said that, Chromie leaped into the vortex of time and vanished. The hourglass she left behind was touched by the Spellweaver, and after a brief moment of sensing, Malygos nodded to Alexstrasza and said:

"I sensed the traces left by the Scales of the Shifting Sands in the Time Network. If the Dragonsir are willing to help, we can begin summoning the Bronze Dragons now."

As for the Eternal Dragon.”

Malygos gave a rather subtle look, and the magic lord said softly:

"The goal of the Eternal Dragons is to change the established timeline, but I'm sure this timeline doesn't need them to change it at all. Those thugs who disrupt history would probably be at a loss when faced with such a dramatic turn of events."

"Then let's invite the Dragon Hills."

Alexstrasza said in a deep voice:
“I always feel uneasy without Nozdormu by my side.”

“Hmm.” The Spellweaver used teleportation to send himself to the Dragonshills’ temporary camp. He guessed that Ysera and Alexstrasza had something to say to each other.

After the Blue Dragon King left, Ysera said to her sister:

"Have you thought about how you're going to face Wilanos in the future?"

"I"

The Red Dragon Queen bit her lip, finally lowered her head, and said:

“I never thought I would see her again. You know, I had already decided to forget her and that past.”

"But you have never forgotten."

Iser reached out and tapped her sister's ample bosom, saying:

"I am here, Krasus is here, your other spouses are here, the entire dragonflight is here, but I am sure that in the softest, most vulnerable place in your heart, there will always be a corner for Velanoz."

You'd better be prepared, sister.

Even setting aside all notions of good and evil, the things we did in the past deeply hurt her.

You have wronged her.
Especially before Velanoz dueled with you, she ordered her followers to betray Ilydikon and fully assist you after her defeat, which was the biggest turning point in the War of the Scaled Ones.

She gave you a victory that decided the outcome.

How desperate must she have been at that moment?

Even in that state of despair, she still chose to believe in you, despite having betrayed you.

The Red Dragon Queen held her sister's hand.

Warm tears dripped onto Ysera's fingers, and she hugged her fragile sister. She knew that Alexstrasza had endured too much.

If, in the future, they find the decisive evidence on Dragon Isles that proves the Titan Guardians deceived the Guardian Dragons, all of the sister's insistence until now will be tainted with "original sin."

She'll break down.

She was as strong as she had been for tens of thousands of years, and as vulnerable she was when that moment came.

Ysera knew that the one who could solve this problem was neither herself, nor Lady Aegwynn, nor Saint Diakum, but rather her sister's most dangerous opponent in the War of the Scaledborn, that "sister" who had been their friend since birth.

The Ice Dragon, whose emotions were frozen due to betrayal.

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Quel'Thalas has been quite lively lately.

This golden land seemed completely unaffected by the recent turmoil of war in the northern frontier. The high elves brought in all sorts of luxurious and exquisite items from all over the world, and the entire population mobilized to renovate Silvermoon City in preparation for their prince's upcoming wedding celebration.

Kael'thas Sunstrider enjoys an astonishingly high reputation among the high elves.

Because he doesn't have to bear the reputational damage caused by making national policy choices, Kael'thas is seen as a symbol of "perfection" in the eyes of the people, not to mention that their prince recently brought the secrets of "Sulfuras, the Fire of Creation" back to the Elven kingdom.

This feat alone was enough to make even the most rebellious members of the Silvermoon Council abandon their court infighting and sing praises of His Highness.

Of course, the Sun King and his propaganda machine played a crucial role in making this event so popular. Without the king's permission, it would have been difficult for the prince's wedding to affect the elves' lives in such a short period of time.

In the eyes of those who are interested, this actually represents that the Sun King has made up his mind.

Perhaps shortly after the prince's wedding, His Majesty Anastarian will abdicate, and then the young Kael'thas Sunstrider will ascend the throne to become the third Sun King of Quel'Thalas.

While not everyone expects this outcome, let's put aside those nauseating political disagreements at such a beautiful time as the wedding approaches.

"Your Majesty, the Phoenix Mages of Quel'Danas have observed the legendary 'Wandering Isle' moving toward our shores."

A Phoenix Guardian strode into the King's lounge and reported to His Majesty Anastarian, who was writing invitations for the leaders of various factions:

"The mages say that the 'God Child' appears to be larger than when it appeared near Quel'Thalas thousands of years ago, and that it carries a greater number of Pandaren on its back."

According to the previous official statement from Pandaria, when Lord Shinji arrives this time, he will have an official Pandaren envoy land and present you with his credentials.

The panda people will also participate as spectators in His Highness's wedding celebrations.

"Hmm, this is truly a rare and wonderful thing!"

The Sun King was visibly in a good mood. As he signed his magical signature on the prepared invitation, he said:

"Then let's make the arrangements."

When the distinguished guests from the Wandering Isle arrive at the dock, I will personally go to greet them. I still remember my father always describing to me when I was a child the Pandaren Empire and the treasure chest they gave to Queen Azshara.

Ah, very few people know the secret of that treasure chest, and I am honored to be one of them.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The Phoenix Guard turned and left to arrange the king's itinerary. A moment later, several attendants arrived at the king's side with a large box of letters. The leader whispered:

"Your Majesty, these are congratulatory letters from all over the eastern continent. Your scribes have already made a preliminary selection, and you are required to reply to them personally."

"bang"

The heavy mailbox even made the sturdy desk tremble when it was placed on the Sun King's table, which shows how many letters there were. Each letter represented a powerful person. Although the politics of the High Elves were lengthy and complicated, they were indeed very good at maintaining relationships with the powerful and influential in various places.

His Majesty Anastarian glanced at the envelopes and waved them away expressionlessly.

The king's daily life was so dull and boring, but fortunately there were many ways to be lazy in this magical world. As he used his magical hand to take out many letters at once, the replies that had been prepared according to the template were also put away by the servants.

The Sun King stood up and poured himself a glass of wine. Behind him, the automatic writing royal quill pen was writing His Majesty's perfect magical signature under each reply.

After the seal is affixed, these letters will be sent back to powerful people throughout the mainland.

They might not all attend Kael'thas's celebration, given the visibly poor security situation on the mainland. However, their congratulations are well-intentioned, and Quel'Thalas, being so concerned with appearances, wouldn't treat them casually.

"Your Majesty, there is a letter here that requires your personal review."

As the Sun King took his second sip of wine, the servants' surprised voices sounded behind him, causing Anastarian to turn around in astonishment and see the servants presenting him with a strange "greeting card" with both hands.

This is a magic greeting card; it must be opened by a designated person.

Its body is very fragile; forcibly opening it would completely destroy the information inside. It's not some kind of profound magic, but the fact that it was able to be delivered to the king among these letters shows that this thing is indeed extraordinary.

The Sun King put down his wine glass, carefully cast an arcane shield on himself, and then reached out to open the greeting card.

It contains only one sentence:

"First of all, congratulations to Prince Kael'thas of Quel'Thalas on his marriage! On behalf of 'Supreme Thief Rafaam and his gang,' I extend my deepest respect to you and your son."

另外
As we all know, maintaining order and security during large events is always a headache, especially in a wealthy place like Quel'Thalas, which is bound to attract many clueless thieves looking to make a quick buck.

Therefore, please be sure to protect your important assets.

"What is this?"

The Sun King's eyes widened.

He felt it was a prank. What "Supreme Thief King"? Anastarian had lived for over three thousand years and had never heard of any classy and powerful person giving themselves such an extravagant title.

It sounds like a title that petty thieves would use.

But before he could utter a word of rebuke, the words on the greeting card began to dance rapidly, reforming into another sentence amidst the swirling shadows:

"The day the wedding begins, the King of Thieves will descend! Don't let gold coins smudge my eyes, Rafaam only wants real treasures, one at a time, a steady and safe way to make money. Hehehe."

The last three words materialized into a strange laugh, echoing like electronic music, causing the Sun King to fling the greeting card away as if bitten by a venomous snake.

The moment it left his hand, it turned into a ball of purplish-black light, which then formed a wicked smiling face in Anastarian's eyes.

Then it quietly disappeared.

It has no offensive power, but the skill in casting the spell is truly astonishing.

"Strengthen security!"

The Sun King said to the Phoenix Sword Saint who burst through the door:

"Double the city's security before the wedding begins, and invite the rangers of Windrunner's Tower to guard the wedding day. Especially the Royal Treasury! Invite the archmages of the Silvermoon Council to personally guard it."

"As ordered."

Phoenix Sword Saint Salorian nodded solemnly, but then he whispered a suggestion:
"The residual energy appears to be Void magic. Should we invite the Shadow Hunters over? They are the most knowledgeable about Void powers in Azeroth."

"Hmm, then why not just invite an even more powerful and distinguished individual?"

The Sun King smiled, waved his hand, and said:

"Prepare a top-tier invitation and send it to the Vigilant! With him here, I'd like to see how that 'Supreme Thief King' manages to steal the treasures of my Quel'Thalas!"

(End of this chapter)