Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 473, Section 12: Quel'Thalas is truly a gathering of wise men and righteous men today!
Because of Ms. Verara's special status, the Exodar spaceship will definitely be used for her visit to Quel'Thalas.

Although it was ostensibly to attend the prince's wedding, it was actually a formal diplomatic visit, so Nelly changed into the Eredar diplomat's uniform and accompanied them.

Because of the alliance between Draenor and Stormwind, Lothar and his party did not need to travel long distances by boat or carriage. In any case, the Exodar was large enough to take the envoys with them.

So, on a clear morning, the Exodar spaceship took off from the Thunder Falls dock and set off for the northern frontier.

"We need to stop in Khaz Modan for two hours. The envoys from the Dwarven Kingdom want to hitch a ride, and it's said that the gnomes have also sent envoys this time."

This is really strange.

Those clever little guys living in the Khaz Modan mountains have never liked participating in these ritualistic activities. I wonder how Quel'Thalas managed to persuade them?
By the way, your 'Golden Throne' is really cool.

On the spaceship's navigation console, Lothar, dressed in a formal suit, strolled over to chat with Diakum. It seemed that the spaceship's pandaren chef wanted to show off his skills in front of these important figures, so the breakfast was prepared to be particularly lavish.

Lothar had prepared a lot of buns with different fillings, which made him, who had been enjoying his meal, need to walk around to digest.

In response to his "praise," Diakum glared at him irritably and said:
"If you think it's cool, then you can do it. You just don't know how unlucky this thing is. You don't understand the joke I'm telling you, so it's not very interesting."

As for the dwarfs...
They're probably very interested in Quel'Thalas' magical mechanical engineering.

As far as I know, the gnomes have been researching some 'Titan technology' lately, perhaps they've encountered some difficulties, so they want to go to Quel'Thalas to see how the elves' mechanical golems work.

"I see."

Losa nodded, stood with his hands behind his back in front of the navigation station, gazing at the unique scenery in the stratosphere, and said:

"It seems that Titan technology has become a bit too widespread. The goblins just showed me their improved logging and harvesting machines using Titan technology last month. Now they've given that thing a really cool name: 'All-Terrain Bipedal Individual Assault Platform'."

It sounds impressive, but I test drove it myself.

I must say, although it's still far from your Lightforged Warframes, it's already getting the hang of it. The goblin tinkerers from the Hot Sands Consortium said they'd send some prototypes when they attacked Lordaeron.

Now even the dwarves have obtained Titan technology. It seems these two perpetually at odds small races are about to clash again. By the way, I'm still quite interested in your Golden Throne. Why do you think it's unlucky?

"Well, this involves a series of unfortunate events that happened to a certain 'empire' on the other side of this starry sea, a tragedy I saw in the images of the Holy Light."

With nothing else to do, Diakum told Lothar, who was to become emperor in the future, the "tragedy" of another emperor.

This story is quite long, and it made Lothar's face ache.

When the story reached the part about "My Little Pony making a psionic phone call that blew up the internet, forcing the Golden Emperor to use his own buttocks to suppress the disaster," Lothar couldn't take it anymore.

He waved his hand and said:

"Whether viewed from the father's perspective or the ruler's perspective, this emperor was a complete failure, and the whole story has a feeling of 'tragedy for the sake of tragedy'."

He clearly had so many opportunities to turn the tide, yet in his series of actions, aside from admiring his tireless dedication and sacrifice for his empire, I couldn't glean any useful lessons from his utterly disastrous performance.

"Yes, the significance of this story may be to tell us what the worst outcome will be when everything is about to collapse."

Imagine the despair of having all the best qualities in that terrible era, yet being powerless to turn the tide and rotting away with the entire star system. If we fail, that might be the future of this star system.

After all, they only have five evil gods over there, while we have six primal forces that are spiraling out of control, making seven if you include the Supreme Star Soul!

Diakum nodded, then asked with a malicious intent:

"So, are you still envious of my golden throne? Considering you'll become emperor someday, why don't you try sitting on it?"

"Uh, no, I do feel a bit unlucky right now."

Losa waved his hand and said:

"To be honest, if I ever find myself in a similar situation, I'd rather just kill myself."

"Sir, the mage Khadgar has sent the latest news from Quel'Thalas!"

Tramon, the Sword Saint of Light, strode into the navigation station and handed a message to Diakum. The Vigilant took it, glanced at it, and frowned.

He said to Losa:
"The Black Raven King has arrived in Quel'Thalas."

"This is a good thing!"

Losa said:
"The fact that the rulers of the Kaldorei have taken the initiative to visit the territory of the Quel'dorei means that both races are actively accepting each other's goodwill and trying to forge a new alliance. Why are you frowning?"

Isn't this what you wanted to see?

"Because 'homebody' Elisande also went."

Diakum rubbed his temples and said:
"This is indeed an unexpected development. What exactly is the meaning of that Archmage who was previously 'maliciously neutral' and very unpopular? Why would he suddenly appear in Quel'Thalas at this time?"
If the Nightborne of Suramar are considered an independent elven faction, then at this time, there would be leaders of four elven races coexisting in Quel'Thalas.

I can't even imagine what would happen if something suddenly went wrong.

"Where are the trolls? Did they send anyone to participate?"

Losa said:
"Although the Amani trolls and high elves are sworn enemies, the troll empire intends to ease their conflict with the elves. I am actually very curious to see what choice the Zandalari trolls will make in this matter."

In the friendship between Quel'Thalas and the Amani troll tribes, they can only choose one side.

"That's just how it is now."

Dick thought of the Dark Prophet's overly "dark and profound" fantasy from before, and he pursed his lips, saying:
"Maybe the trolls and elves will actually become 'family' someday. Okay, let's not talk about that anymore. After we pick up the dwarves and gnomes in Ironforge, we need to speed things up. I really don't want to miss the fun that will happen when the leaders of the four races meet."

If Lord Elisande could perform a classic Highborne act of 'rebuking the elven races,' then our trip would truly have been worthwhile."

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The fun that Diakum hoped for didn't happen.

In fact, the first meeting between the Sun King and the Archmage went very well.

Both sides adhered to elven etiquette, and Elisande brought a "gift" that Quel'Thalas could not refuse, forcing Anastarion to invite the Archmage to stay temporarily in the Silvermoon Palace with the highest honors.

His Highness soon received this congratulatory gift from the Nightborne.

Kael'thas was personally escorted to the mage tower by Salorian, the Phoenix Sword Saint most trusted by his father, who, along with his fiancée, had also received the news and were waiting there.

When the magnificent Highborne chest was opened, even Kael'thas, with his dignified demeanor, couldn't help but sigh.

In the box before them lay a peculiar "fruit," resembling a peach but with flesh that appeared as a crystal formed from a large amount of pure arcane energy, making it look more like a work of art than food.

"The fruit of the sacred tree Arcandor, the only known wonder that can cure magic addiction without any side effects, is Suramar's most valuable treasure and Elisande's heart's desire."

Kael'thas reached out and touched the treasures in the chest.

There was no joy or relaxation in his eyes, but rather a regretful and heavy look as he looked at the Phoenix Sword Saint. He said:
"What agreement did Father reach with the Archmage for this fruit? Was it in exchange for the kingdom's interests? Forgive my bluntness, but if that's the case, then I could never consume it!"

"Please do not worry, Your Highness. The Archmage has made it clear that this sacred fruit is a purely celebratory gift, without any political conditions. She said that this fruit represents the resurgence of the long-stalled friendship between Suramar and Quel'Thalas."

This was also her purpose in leaving her city and arriving in Quel'Thalas.

Salorian emphasized with the cold indifference of a swordsman:

"His Majesty also requires you to take the Sacred Fruit immediately in order to gain the approval of the World Mother. Lady Aegwynn has clearly stated that once you overcome your addiction to magic, you can become one of the saviors serving the Supreme Star Soul."

His Majesty wishes for you to appear at your wedding in this capacity, as it would effectively boost the nation's confidence.

Kael'thas fell silent.

He took his fiancée's hand, and after a moment, he sighed and said:

“Even though I’ve never spoken to the Archmage, I don’t believe a single word she says! She must have come with some purpose in order to seduce my father into participating in actions that are not in our best interests.”

"We shouldn't have sent the invitation to Surama in the first place."

"Your Highness! Be careful what you say."

The Phoenix Sword Saint coldly reminded him:

"You have not yet ascended the throne, and you only have the right to make suggestions regarding the kingdom's policies and diplomatic direction. I personally hope that you will not disappoint His Majesty's painstaking efforts."

As you know, His Majesty has made a certain decision.

This is the final moment.

Please don't let your years of hard work and waiting go to waste because of a moment of anger. Not only His Majesty, but the late King is also watching you.

After saying this, the swordsman bowed and turned to leave.

But Kael'thas's expression was indeed unpleasant; he found it very difficult to convince himself to consume the fruit under these circumstances, even though it could compensate for his only weakness.

"Eat it."

His fiancée, Lana Ser, held Cay's trembling hand and whispered:

"No matter what kind of conspiracy Elisande has brought, you should trust your people. Since His Majesty has decided to abdicate, he will never leave you with a mess. Moreover, the Black Raven King is here, and neither he nor Governor Evershadow will allow Elisande to play power games."

You are not fighting alone, Kael'thas. Only by becoming the Savior can you better connect with those warriors who are also fighting for the fate of the world.

This is your unique advantage!

The battle at Mount Hyjal has proven that when the Saviors unite, even the Burning Legion must retreat!

"Yes, you are right."

Kael'thas nodded.

He reached out and picked up the exquisite sacred fruit. The unique aroma emanating from the fruit was like the fragrance of pure arcane energy perfectly combined with living beings. The magical addiction within Kay was stirring, causing his throat to move.

Just as he was about to swallow it, he heard his servant reporting from the door:

“Your Highness, your friend, Lord Margok, has arrived at the Sun Tower with Dean Elya Blue Moon. He says he has brought you the most needed gift and jokingly tells you to prepare your ‘reward’.”

"This cannibal"

Kael'thas was amused.

He said to Lana Ser:
"I already said it was a congratulatory gift, yet I still have to pay for it. It seems that what it brought is indeed extraordinary. We must go and welcome the Dean's arrival."

"Eat the fruit first!"

Lana Ser shook her head and said:
"To avoid any unforeseen complications, you know that Quel'Thalas hasn't obtained the Arcandor Fruit for thousands of years. Once news of it gets out, even the most loyal Silvermoon councilors will have bad intentions."

"That's true."

Kai nodded and took the first bite of the crystal-like sacred fruit.

Instead of solid fruit pulp, flowing energy surged into his mouth and was absorbed by his body, causing Kael'thas to let out a strange groan.

He could feel the primal and pure arcane energy flowing through his body, quickly erasing the harmful effects of the magical addiction hidden in his blood and bones, and easing the heavy pressure in Kael'thas's heart.

He glanced at the fruit in his hand.

The sacred fruit could only be eaten once, as most of its energy had already been lost. The prince sucked on it once, taking the remaining energy into his mouth, and then, under his fiancée's surprised gaze, kissed her lips, sending the precious arcane energy into Lana's body.

The remaining energy was not enough to help Lanatheil rid herself of her magic addiction, but even a few strands were enough to suppress the Quel'dorei's "inner demons."

"No need to worry."

Under the reproachful gaze of his blushing fiancée, Kai grinned and said:

"I've been freed from my addiction, and I've never felt so relaxed."

"Yes, I've never felt so relaxed. After all, it wasn't easy for me to recruit a few qualified saviors. I've finally achieved another tough KPI."

Lady Aegwynn's teasing voice rang out from outside the window of the mage tower. A raven stood there, tilting its head to admire the handsome man and beautiful woman's affectionate display before it—a truly pleasing sight.

As she tossed her head, a Heart of Azeroth pendant that had been prepared beforehand flew towards Kael'thas, who caught it in his hand.

Your code name is 'Phoenix'.

Aegwynn reminded:

"Because Lothar has summoned the Saviors, all of them except 'Night Owl' Jarod Shadowsong will arrive here. You can all meet and get to know each other."

"May I ask who this distinguished group consists of? This will allow me to prepare in advance."

Kael'thas, with the golden pendant hanging around his neck, asked a question, to which Aegwynn replied as if reciting a menu:

“'Heart of the Dragon' Rhonin, 'Raven' Khadgar, 'Lion' Anduin Lothar, 'Devilsaur' Talanji, 'Tiger' Zhutalan, and you, 'Phoenix' Kael'thas Sunstrider.”

In addition, there are more than a dozen other candidates.

They have all been given their own missions, and once they complete them, they will be given the emblem of saviors.

You are under the personal watchful eye of the Star Soul Mother. While you don't need to constantly harbor a desire to save the world, you must remember to prioritize the overall interests of the world when faced with crucial choices.

In most cases, I am your contact person.

However, in times of war, you will be under the command of the Watcher Diakum.

He was a commander 'borrowed' from Mother World from her own brother, and after several conflicts he has fully proven his abilities.

You guys can contact each other yourselves; I'm going to watch the fun.

Lothar's and Terenas's teams have run into each other. Hey, this is going to be interesting.

After saying that, Aegwynn turned around and disappeared into the magical vortex.

Kael'thas was also somewhat surprised, while Lana'thal reached out and stroked the pendant on her husband's chest, saying proudly:
“My husband is the representative of Queldore in the eyes of mothers around the world. Yes, that’s right. You should be the most perfect Queldore. This appointment is well-deserved.”

the other side.

As the Exodar spaceship landed on the plains near the Sun Tower, Lothar, stepping out of his cabin, spotted a troop advancing in the distance.

Even from this distance, he could feel the murderous aura emanating from the black-armored knights of that team, and the banners they carried even boldly displayed the emblems of the seven human kingdoms.

They acted like an empire.

"unacceptable!"

Archmage Antonidas, standing beside Lothar, gripped his staff tightly in anger and roared:

"This is Quel'Thalas territory. What right do they have to represent the city-state of Dalaran and other human kingdoms? Is this some kind of demonstration?"

"It's a provocation, without a doubt!"

Prince Drake stared coldly at the black-armored knight, his hand already resting on the hilt of his ceremonial sword at his waist.

But some people are faster than these angry humans.

Zacharis, the leader of the Blackscale Camp who came with the Lightforged Legion, shattered his human illusion and spread his wings, rushing towards the human knights like a meteor.

Its arrival was quickly noticed by the commander of the group. As Sakares approached, two knights with dragon wings flew over from their warhorses and collided with Sakares to prevent the creature from getting close to the king.

However, the inferior version of the little dragonman was clearly inferior when facing the "Dragon Hunter" that Deathwing had created before he went mad.

Before the two human dragonborn even touched Zakares, they were slammed to the ground by the Scaled Chief's steel-like wings. With a thud, the burly Dragon Hill Commander landed on the ground.

It trampled the struggling dragonman with its claws, its yellow snake eyes filled with indifference.

"A degenerate creation!"

Zacares rebuked him with a look of disgust:
“You are not a dragonborn at all! You are a freak created by the power of the void, with the blood of corruption flowing in your veins. You have tarnished this glorious appearance.”

"Release our knight!"

The dragonborn knights of Lordaeron are very united.

They surrounded Sakares on warhorses covered in dragon scales, but high in the sky, a squad of twelve Blackscale Camp warriors had already locked onto their target.

At the command of Chief Sakares, the powerful Dragonsil warriors will burn these inferior dragonkin to ashes.

This conflict was unexpected by both sides.

Neither Lothar nor Terenas expected trouble to arise before Kael'thas's wedding could begin.

However, the Dragonsir don't care about this or that, and human rules don't apply to them.

"Zakares! Come back!"

Onyxia, dressed in a black dress, stepped out of the crowd and called out:

"It's not time yet. They've just unknowingly accepted this power. They don't understand the weight of this curse. Let them go. Relentless time will make them realize the 'price of power'."

"Hmph, that's certainly true."

Zakares breathed a wisp of dragonfire from his nostrils.

It waved its paw, signaling its warriors back to the vicinity of the spaceship, and then gave the dragonborn knights a cold look.

It knew these were all creations of its "father," and deeply disappointed, it said sarcastically:
"Some things are too late to regret when you do them. Ah, every gift from fate comes with a price tag. Unfortunately, you can no longer 'return' them; even death is a luxury!"

Let them slowly rot in the relentless passage of time, my poor 'brothers'.

Arthas, who was in the crowd, seemed to see his father's carriage and was about to rush over when Sir Uther grabbed his shoulder and shook his head at him.

It's not the right time yet, but there will be opportunities.

(End of this chapter)