Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 474, Section 13: Let's fight! Let's fight! I want to see rivers of blood!

"The aura of the void was well concealed, but the smell of something corrupt was still pungent and irritating."

On the navigation tower of the Exoda, Diakum had witnessed the entire conflict. Archbishop Nelly, standing beside him, curled her lip in disdain and said:

“I can see the deformed bodies of those dragonkin here. Compared to Dragonhill, who perfectly coordinates the power of the five-colored dragons, these so-called ‘Northern Frontier Dragonborn’ are like freaks that Deathwing casually created from scraps.”

No wonder Long Xier looked down on them so much.

"That being said, these dragonborn warriors can still maintain absolute dominance over normal humans in wars in mortal realms, even though they are insignificant in the eyes of true great power."

Diakum rubbed his Eye of Truth and said seriously:

"The fact that they could easily repel the demons means that Deathwing did indeed give them power, and I sensed a familiar feeling from the energy release of these dragonborn."

Saratas has also gotten involved!
The Void Herald used her mastery of the Void Force to fix the flaws in the human Dragonborn, allowing them to maintain this cursed state stably and draw power from the Void, just like the Black Dragons.

However, the price is that the longer the Dragonborn live, the more Void power accumulates within them.

Until they die, their already corrupted and decaying souls, along with their bodies, will transform into 'Void Spirits' capable of moving in the material world. Although their individual activities cannot cause large-scale Void pollution, if the number of Dragonborn continues to increase, it will have very troublesome consequences.

"Indeed, the 'Dragon Worshippers' in Lordaeron have taken over most of the Church of the Holy Light's parishes."

As Nelly tidied Diakum's clothes, placing the fussy decorations in their proper places, she said:

"Archbishop Fao was furious about this. On several occasions, at the scene of tens of thousands of people praying at the Chapel of Light, he publicly denounced that 'the king has been possessed by the devil.'"

We all know how gentle Archbishop Faol is, but the fact that he's so angry shows how dire the internal situation of the Kingdom of Lordaeron is. Under King Terenas, order is currently being maintained solely by dragonborn warriors and priests of the Dragon Cult, which clearly cannot last.

Dick nodded, but offered no further comment.

When they stepped off the spaceship, the official Quel'Thalas procession had already arrived at the Sun Tower. It was clear that the Sun King had really gone all out to make Kael'thas's wedding a grand affair.

Even the ceremonial carriages used "Queldorei Steeds," the noblest and most legendary warhorses of the Eastern Continent, and indeed, they belonged to the category of "legendary creatures," as they also had another name: "unicorns."

These warhorses, either pure white or pure black, are creations of arcane magic and the life force, and the magnificent, magically concentrated horns on their foreheads are a symbol of their noble lineage.

However, it is precisely because of the magical creations that the Quel'dorei steeds and the even more precious and rare "Pureheart Steeds" are extremely rare. During Lothar's carefree years as a "King of the Kingdom," he always wanted to get a unicorn, but he never succeeded.

You should know that Lothar has Medivh, a brother with incredible abilities.

But it's rare in this world for something to be accomplished even with the intervention of a celestial mage. Of course, it's more likely that Medivh didn't want to see Lothar waste his time on these meaningless things, so he didn't help at all.

Otherwise, given the astral mage's "creation" skills, let alone a unicorn, even if Lothar wanted a Void Whale, Medivh could create one in his lab.

"Oh, Ms. Liadrin! It's been a long time."

When Bai Zu saw the elven knights escorting the procession in their carriages, he immediately waved to them, prompting Lady Liadrin to turn around and wave back to the brave little brother.

She had a good impression of Varian, finding him rather endearing in his honesty and simplicity.

The main problem is that the white pawn always makes some moves that seem sophisticated, but in reality, they only make him look foolish.

For example, during a patrol in Stormwind, a white soldier whistled at Liadrin and was beaten up by a conservative but capable paladin. He didn't learn his lesson and when he whistled a second time, he was dragged into an alley by an angry Aqiang and beaten up again.

Liadrin is a "Vanguard Voter," and at least for now, Varian can't compete with her fighting prowess.

This beautiful and dashing paladin and her "rumored boyfriend" Aqiang escorted Anveena to Stormwind City some time ago, and then followed Kael'thas to participate in the orc expulsion war, the Battle of Arathi Highlands, and even made a cameo appearance at Mount Hyjal.

She and Ah Qiang followed Prince Kael'thas in hunting down several demon lords in Mount Hyjal, and upon returning to Quel'Thalas, they naturally became "heroes of the kingdom." Now, she is showing signs of succeeding her adoptive father as the leader of the Lightwalkers of Quel'dorei.

According to the elves' complicated factional divisions, Liadrin and Achamp are staunch "Princes".

Once Kael'thas becomes the Sun King, they will become the backbone of the Royalist party. However, these two guys don't actually have much of a desire for power. They are still in the stage of simply wanting to do something for the country and, incidentally, fall in love.

"Please get on the bus, distinguished guests."

Liadrin rode forward on a chocobo adorned with fiery red armor and addressed the delegation:

"The Sun King awaits you all in the palace, especially Marshal Lothar. The Black Raven King has prepared a luncheon for the Pandaren envoys and has specially invited you and Prince Muradin to join him."

"Oh, an emissary of the Pandaren?"

Losa's eyes lit up.

He had long heard from the Lightforged warriors about the richness of Pandaria, especially the fertile land of the Valley of the Four Winds, where crops ripened daily and there was an inexhaustible supply of food. To avoid wasting food, the Pandaren began brewing wine, thus giving rise to a rather brilliant wine culture.

Lothar knew he had to speak with the Pandaren.

It would be best to sign a food supply agreement, given the current situation in northern Xinjiang, which will face food shortages for many years to come.

If the panda people are willing to lend a helping hand, many troubles will be resolved.

"I don't have much of a relationship with elves."

Prince Muradin, acting as Ironforge's envoy, scratched his head. The valiant Mountain King muttered:

"I fought alongside them at Mount Hyjal, but I was shot down in the latter half of the battle and have been recuperating ever since. I haven't seen the Black Raven King since, so why would they ask me for help?"

"Oh, because your 'drinking buddy' Chen Storm Spirits Master is also in the delegation."

Liadrin patiently explained:
"Mr. Chen said that he and you haven't seen each other for thirty years, so he specially stored a lot of fine wine to invite you, the 'unbeatable' hero, to taste it."

Furthermore, the Pandaren emissaries have brought news of your brother, Prince Brann Bronzebeard, who is currently overseeing an archaeological expedition on Pandaria and has entrusted the Pandaren emissaries to deliver letters to you and King Magni.

"Why did he go to the Pandaren's territory? Weren't we supposed to be exploring Kalimdor?"

Muradin was driven crazy by his brother's "outrageous behavior".

Most importantly, he knew that Brian ran away because of Moira, and as "Uncle Three," Brian didn't want to take on the responsibility of mediation, let alone run away without a fight.

The result was that Muradin suffered.

He's currently caught in the middle, suffering from both his older brother Magni and his niece Moira. Attending the prince's wedding in Quel'Thalas is a rare chance to catch his breath, and he happens to run into an old friend. He's definitely going to have a big drink to shake off all the bad luck.

Urged on by Muradin, the group boarded the carriage and set off in a grand procession toward Silvermoon City.

Diakum, Lady Verara, and Archbishop Nelly were all in the same carriage. As they approached Silvermoon City, Lady Verara’s attention was completely drawn to the distant Sunwell’s radiance.

"Is that the Sunwell? Such a massive energy reaction truly makes it one of the wonders of the world."

The former dean remarked with emotion:

"Back then, our Academy of Mysteries didn't have such a magnificent magical energy gathering structure. Such a terrifyingly abundant and stable energy flow can help us complete many magical topics that are currently in the theoretical stage."

Especially the improvements to the stargate.

"Khadgar is here too, ma'am."

Dick said:
"The Book of Medivh in his possession contains a detailed account of the operating logic of the Dark Portal, perhaps..."

"It's no use."

Vera waved her hand and said:

“I understand how the Dark Portal works at a glance, but true knowledge lies hidden in places invisible to the naked eye, Diakum. When we study, we cannot only pursue ‘application’ but also strive to reach the level of ‘understanding’.”

I will consult that book.

But I don't think that book alone will allow us to master the Titans' teleportation technology; it obviously requires a lot of experimentation and research.

With a solar well, this process would be greatly shortened.

Imagine a future where countless Dark Portals stand amidst the stars, connecting the worlds of the Eredar and maintaining a smooth and lasting connection between us and our home planet.

Yes!

The Dark Portal is more than just a technology; we must master it to ensure that the children of Argus do not lose themselves in the sea of ​​stars.

I discussed it with Velen, and the Prophet has elevated this project to the most urgent research priority for the Draenei and Arcane Scholar clans.

"You could have just said it directly."

Archbishop Nelly smiled and said:

"The Sunwell is already ours. Prince Kael'thas and Diakum have reached an agreement that if we can help the Quel'dorei elves retrieve a Tree of Arcandor and help them cultivate this sacred tree, then the Sunwell will be our reward."

As you know, in the eyes of the Supreme Star Soul, the Sunwell is not some kind of 'treasure'!

"really."

Ms. Vera frowned and commented:
"The extent to which these Quel'dorei elves have been corrupted by magic is appalling. Their talents have been eroded by 'magic addiction,' and even their collective mind is facing terrible challenges."

This race has no hope left.

If I were the Soul of the World, I would also think that their evolution had reached a dead end, but the legendary Tree of Arcandor was able to perfectly eliminate magic addiction, which once again proved the interaction and balance between the Forces.

However, the fact that elves have this "energy-sensitive constitution" is a bit too far-fetched.

Diakum showed me the current elven lineage. Are they really transformed into new forms upon contact with a certain type of energy?

Frankly, this is beyond my comprehension. What was Star Soul Mother's mental state when she blessed the elves in this way? Was it to experiment with biodiversity?

"I think He probably didn't think that far ahead. He just messed around to create the 'little people' he liked. Star Soul Lord's 'creation science' is clearly failing; her 'score' in this subject isn't even a fraction of Argus Lord's." Dick said, pursing his lips.
"When we arrive at the palace, please rest first. I will try my best to get the qualification to visit the Sunwell tomorrow. Speaking of which, this is the first time I have ever been there in my true form."

"They're arguing!"

Just as Diakum and Lady Verara were discussing the elven population, old Anzu's scream rang out from beside the carriage window.

Nellie opened the window, and a crow hopped in. It landed on the table and excitedly hopped around, saying to Dick:

"Alessand and the Black Raven King started arguing, and the Sun King joined the fray. That vicious Nightborne leader has a really sharp tongue. Her taunts made Governor Evershadow lose his guard, and he grabbed a chair to smash her head in."

Unfortunately, Dean Blue Moon stopped him.

"Oh, why are so many respectable people arguing?"

Dick blinked and asked a question, and old Ansu laughed and said:
"Of course it's because of the Elf Queen, quack! Elisande said Azshara might be awakening, and she came here to call on the other elves to quickly unite and form an 'anti-Azshara front'."

That guy even made some very dangerous suggestions.

She even planned to hire someone to assassinate Azshara!
"Hmm, the seemingly most loyal High Elf leader actually wants to assassinate his own legal lineage holder. Elven politics is quite interesting."

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"Mordant Evershadow, you're just a commoner, you have no right to participate in such a high-level conversation. Letting you listen in is already an extra favor, and you still dare to voice your objections?"

Elisande stared coldly at the furious Governor Eternal Shadow before him.

But those vicious words weren't spoken by her, but by one of her attendants. Those in power need such mouthpieces; they can't bear the brunt of disgraceful accusations themselves.

But the Archmage and the Eternal Shadow Governor before him do indeed have a "grudge".

For many years, Suramar was severely suppressed by the forces of Azsuna. Governor Torseidrin even extended his influence to the entire territory of Suramar, leaving only one city for Elisande.

The man in front of them, Mordant Evershadow, was previously the commander in charge of such "political intrusions."

Elisande was well aware that the Governor of Evershadow's administrative abilities surpassed those of any of her noble officials, but she could not recognize the Governor of Evershadow's legitimate position.

Because the two sides are still in conflict, and after finally waiting for Tosederin to be assassinated and the Azsuna region to fall into political chaos, if Suramar, which has been suppressed for thousands of years, does not retaliate, Elisande will slap himself in the face.

However, if the Nightborne of Suramar were to unify the Broken Isles and rebuild the Empire in the future, Elisande would certainly appoint Mordant Evershadow as the Empire's ruler.

She admired his talent, but unfortunately, they were still enemies.

"enough!"

The Night Children's vicious words caused the Sun King to slam his fist on the table and stand up. He said coldly:
"This is Quel'Thalas, the territory of the Quel'dorei. You are all guests, so please maintain some decorum. Do not bring your foolish 'bloodline theory' into this country. Quel'Thalas abandoned this pathetic notion the moment it was founded."

"is it?"

Elisande glanced at the Sun King.

The powerful High Elf spellcaster leader whispered:

"Then can you explain why the Quel'dorei parted ways with the Kal'dorei seven thousand years ago?"
Besides the disagreement above regarding the use of magic, as far as I know, the high elves united around His Majesty Dath'Remar Sunstrider have always been unwilling to engage in large-scale intermarriage with the Kaldorei, which is also an important reason for the outbreak of conflict.

How ridiculous!

A country founded on the principle of "upholding purity" in its bloodline theory, yet its second-generation rulers are actually advocating the concept of "racial equality" in front of me?

I'm sorry, Sun King, I'm here to discuss serious matters, not to listen to your jokes!
So, could you please ask your father to intervene?
Matters concerning Queen Azshara are matters of vital interest to every elf in Azeroth, and are certainly not something a 'junior' like you can casually comment on.

"Don't go too far, Archmage!"

The Black Crow King said coldly from the side:
"If we were to choose an 'unpopular person' here, it would undoubtedly be you. And if you insist on discussing lineage, I think among everyone here, your background is only slightly higher than that of Governor Yongying, right?"
您.
Do you really want to humiliate yourself?

The Black Crow King's question silenced everyone on the Nightborne's side.

no way.

If the status of the Sunstrider family is still debatable, then the master of Black Rook Hold before us, even in the era of the Queen, would have been a super noble who could chat and laugh with Azshara.

The fact that the Ravencrest family voluntarily relinquished their noble status in the Empire does not mean that other Highborne elves can disregard this.

If they deny the Black Crow King's bloodline, it would be tantamount to denying their deeply ingrained belief in bloodline at its very core.

"Let's get down to business."

His Majesty Curtalos Ravencrest suppressed the urge to cough.

He couldn't expose his weakness and old age to someone like Elisande, otherwise that guy would definitely take the opportunity to target the Kaldorei's subsequent power transition.

To be honest, even though the Sun King is about to abdicate, Anastarion is still at a disadvantage when facing Elisande. The aura that Elisande has cultivated from his high position in Queen Azshara's court is something that these "juniors" simply cannot contend with.

The Black Crow King is now missing Tosedrin even more.

If he were here, Elisande wouldn't dare to be so arrogant.

"Alright, let's get down to business."

The Archmage waved his hand, signaling his mouth-swappers to take a break for the time being.

In this timeline, the Archmage, wielding the Tree of Arcandor, naturally had no worries about magic addiction or mana drain. She also did not consume the magic of the Darkwell, thus maintaining the fair, full, and elegant demeanor of an Upper Elf.

She glanced around at the elven leaders and said in a deep voice:

"Azshara is about to awaken!"

"Where's the evidence?"

The Black Crow King said:

"Similar rumors have circulated in all the elven villages and towns every ten years for the past ten thousand years. I can't even be bothered to comment on such claims. You need to provide evidence!"

"Her Imperial Guards began to operate extensively."

The archmage said in a hoarse voice:

"Over the past two months, Queen Azshara's head lady-in-waiting, Vashj, has recruited more than 1,300 people in Suramar to fill the Queen's long-neglected court. She is rebuilding the large and fearsome royal lady-in-waiting of the Azshara era."

For six consecutive weeks, General Varosan led the Royal Guard out of Suramar and into Stormheim to wreak havoc on the savage Vrykul.

He trained a large number of new recruits while also training the veterans!

Most importantly, the Queen's proud Royal Guard broke with the previous harsh selection strategy of choosing new recruits only from pure-blooded High Elves. When I left Suramar, the Royal Guard had grown to a standard combat regiment, which consisted entirely of Shadore commoners who upheld the Queen's authority.

Now, in every street of Surama, there are those fanatical preachers of the Queen spreading the gospel.

The ignorant civilians, incited by them, became increasingly fanatical, and this month alone, they organized three marches and pilgrimages to the Night Fortress!

Those arrogant head ladies-in-waiting even received representatives of the common people on behalf of the Queen.

So, can you understand the pressure I'm facing right now?

Azshara is about to awaken!
Her two closest servants are preparing the Empress's palanquin and her royal guards!
You can treat this as a problem that doesn't belong to you, but the truth is, when Azshara opens her eyes, I will be the first victim, but none of you will escape!
If you think she'll be merciful and let us go, then I'd think you're all crazy. So stop wasting time and come up with a solution.

I admit I'm scared!

But there's nothing shameful about it.

Who wouldn't be afraid of Azshara?

Anyone who claims to have no fear of Azshara is a bunch of reckless fools. The more you understand her, the more you realize how terrifying our queen truly is.

"cough cough"

In the end, the Black Crow King couldn't resist.

He coughed violently.

The news brought by Elisande was so shocking that even the Black Crow King's carefully maintained face and physique, which were meant to be kept healthy, could not withstand it.

He waved his hand as if to say something, but the cough became more and more painful. Malfurion, who was next to him, immediately cast a spell to soothe the Black Raven King's pain. Seeing this, the Sun King also summoned the court physician. The meeting could not continue, and everyone got up and left.

However, this scene made the Archmage narrow his eyes.

Well.
It seems that the Black Raven King is nearing the end of his life. So, is the rumor that the Kaldorei could no longer live forever after the collapse of the World Tree true?
Gee, interesting.

"What interesting thing did you see that made you smile so unsettlingly?"

A voice in standard Salasian rang out beside him, causing the Archmage to turn around in surprise. He saw a human maintaining his illusionary appearance walking toward him, accompanied by some Eredar.

But the other party didn't say anything!
The voice bypassed the archmage's mental defenses and rose in her mind.

Diakum gave Archmage Elisande a gentle, stranger-like smile before entering the room to treat the Black Raven King.

His voice echoed in the latter's heart:
"Don't worry about Azshara; she's not an opponent you should waste your time trying to stop. She's carrying out a cause you can't understand. But if you don't see the real threat, you'll soon be in trouble."

In short, I wish you a long life, Your Excellency Elisande.

(End of this chapter)