Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 479, Section 18: Unity is Never Cheap - Royal Blood Forges the Future - Bonus Chapter [45]

(Bonus chapter for "ASSASSINZZC" [4/5])
What to do with Deathwing's remains is a real problem for laymen.

Every inch of this thing's cooled flesh carries an exaggerated void erosion; it's no exaggeration to say that a single drop of its blood could pollute an entire village. But for "professionals," dealing with this thing isn't actually as complicated as one might imagine.

By first using the Curse of Flesh to disintegrate and extract the Void Contamination hidden in every strand of blood and bone, then using the Holy Light to purify, and finally re-weaving and reshaping the flesh, Deathwing's remains can be transformed into something that can be "reused".

Unfortunately, only a few people can master this "advanced skill".

Fortunately, Diakum is a master in this field.

In the desolate rift of Tyrogus, the dual-world walker hovered beside Diakum, observing the Vigilant's handling of these troublesome corrosive substances with an air of "appreciation of art."

The two masters of Void Knowledge would occasionally exchange a few words of brainstorming, as if they were having some kind of thrilling "academic exchange".

Behind the two, the Voidwalker's apprentices were transporting crystal-like energy devices to the Sunwell ruins and placing them in various locations.

Those are components of the "Eco Dome" developed by the Astral Consortium.

The Voidlings used advanced technology to create these components for the "planet terraforming" project. In today's war-torn universe, there are many war refugees who need such "refuges" that can simulate planetary environments in the sea of ​​stars.

It is said that the Node Princes of the Astral Consortium have made a fortune in this "planetary real estate" business.

Of course, these advanced technologies are far too sophisticated for the country bumpkins of Azeroth. However, these archmages trapped in the Sunwell ruins don't need to force themselves to understand them; they just need to know how to use them.

"This dual-realm traveler is no ordinary person."

As Ms. Verara manipulated her magic to clear away large swathes of ruins for the security of the ecological dome device, she whispered a reminder to Aegwynn and Dean Blue Moon beside her:
"The Mystic Clan also used Eco Dome technology during a long migration thousands of years ago. The device we bought from the Astral Consortium at a high price is said to be first-class, but its quality is far inferior to these gifts from the Twin Walkers."

This is definitely a dome device used by the node princes themselves.

It even comes with a triple energy matrix protection, which can withstand the Burning Legion's starship attacks under extreme conditions.

This quality of 'military equipment' is something money can't buy in today's StarCraft world.

“None of Diakum’s ‘friends’ have simple identities.”

Aegwynn complained:

“But we have no way of knowing how many of these powerful ‘friends’ Dick has. Ms. Verara, are you capable of manipulating this kind of ethereal technology?”

"Of course, this is a required course for the arcane mages of the Eredar clan today."

Vera sighed and said:

"Years of war have taught us how to use anything available to protect ourselves and our people. This ecological dome requires a terrifying amount of energy to activate and maintain, but the good news is that the Sunwell beneath our feet is a true arcane wonder, so there is no need to worry about energy consumption."

Once the dome and energy propulsion system are installed, we can set off.

"Gentlemen, I had a conversation with Dath'Remar."

The Phoenix Guardian, Farondis, appeared beside the spellcasters using teleportation, and said apologetically:
“Dath Remar is in good condition. He says he can manipulate the Sunwell to recharge stably, but on behalf of Quel'Thalas, I must offer you my sincerest apologies. What was meant to be a tour has turned into an unnecessary risk for you.”

"Yes, I was dragged into this."

Dean Blue Moon said with great dissatisfaction:
“But it’s really wrong that all sixteen of my students, except for Margok, were involved! Fortunately, my students don’t see it as a disaster.”

"With your extreme teaching methods, let alone being teleported to the other side of the starry sea, even facing a surprise attack from the Burning Legion's great demons would be like a long holiday for the students of Nassaras Academy."

Look how happy they are, running around making a mess, just like they're on a spring outing.

Even though the corpse of one of the most dangerous corrupted beings in Azeroth's history lay right beneath their feet.

Aegwynn muttered to herself:

"I'm not saying this to be mean, but the 'sea of ​​questions' educational approach is really terrible. You're not unaware of more efficient teaching methods, so why are you so insistent on using this absurd and inefficient method to keep the college running?"
When I was pursuing my studies, almost everyone, including the faculty and staff, complained about your stubbornness.

"Because not everyone is a 'genius' like you, Aegwynn!"

Dean Lan Yue's forehead veins bulged as he rebuked:

"I can't neglect the teaching quality of most ordinary students just to cater to geniuses like you. Although the sea of ​​questions is criticized by everyone, it at least ensures that their basic skills are solid enough and that they don't make stupid mistakes that could cost them their lives."

"On this point, I agree with Ms. Blue Moon."

Dean Vera nodded and said in a gentle tone:

"Geniuses have the right to be arrogant, but a civilization cannot rely solely on geniuses to lead it forward. Large-scale, high-quality general education is the foundation for the rise of a civilization."

The Highborne empire collapsed ten thousand years ago, yet the Highborne still hold a place in the world today. This is all thanks to Dean Blue Moon's unwavering dedication to education over the past millennia; otherwise, you would have long since degenerated into individually outstanding but collectively savage beasts.

These words made Dean Lan Yue glance at Vera with surprise, and the two educators then smiled at each other as if they were "close friends".

Indeed, only those in the same profession can truly understand each other.

"But what about that 'Song of the Void' staff?"

Aegwynn said:

“That thing can attract Dimensius, the Devourer of All Realms, and Saratas has a unique connection with it. She failed this time, but she will never give up on doing the same thing. We have to find a way to destroy it!”

"Or perhaps, we can use it to set a trap?"

The old lich Farodis, his heart burning with rage, surveyed his surroundings with a gloomy gaze. He watched with heartache as the Sunwell, which he had painstakingly protected for thousands of years, was reduced to ruins in a single day, adrift in this place far from his home.

Worse still, without the Sunwell's magical supply, the Quel'dorei elves, who are already accustomed to high magical environments, will definitely be in dire straits in a short time.

A large-scale outbreak of addiction is now a foregone conclusion.

Silvermoon City may survive today's battle, but how will Quel'Thalas survive the coming age of despair?
The old lich gritted his teeth and said:

“Diacomb will one day have to face the Devourer of Worlds. Since that’s the case, why not take the initiative into his own hands? I think, with Diacomb’s wisdom, he would definitely be willing to do so.”

However, Ms. Vera!

Perhaps we can make a decision here regarding the matter that Kael'thas brought up.

Your desire to use the Sunwell as the new foundation of the Arcane Academy was originally something that could only be discussed after Kael'thas became the Sun King, but now things can't get any worse, so let's speak frankly.

Leaning on his chilling staff, he pointed to the desolate ruins floating in the void around him and said:

“This place can be handed over to you. Dath Remar is also ready. You can even restore this ruin according to the style of the Arcane Academy. We are happy to help.”

Ms. Vera straightened up.

She took off her crystal reading glasses, held them in her hand, and wiped them with the corner of her dress, displaying the air of a Grand Consul, and said:
"But what is the price, my generous elven friend?"

"Addiction!"

Farodis said loudly:
"That was a mistake! It was a mistake that Dath'Remar and I made more than six thousand years ago. We didn't have the courage to fix it, and could only watch as the Quel'dorei sank into this mistake for thousands of years!"

We can't put all the pressure on Kael'thas's shoulders; we have to solve it!

Solve it once and for all, completely!

The solution to the mana addiction lies in Suramar, in Queen Azshara's last city. I no longer care whether the Queen is about to awaken, nor do I care about the disgusting politics among the Highborne!

We must obtain the Sacred Tree of Arcandor!
The legacy of Arcandor must flourish on the land of Quel'Thalas. If Elisande won't give it to us, then we'll take it ourselves!
war
Yes, I know this will disappoint Mother World, but we must get it done.

Only by completely bidding farewell to the past can Quildore be reborn from the mire.

Phoenix Guardian glanced at Dean Blue Moon and said:

"Anasterian and the Black Raven King have been discussing this matter for the past few days. After the Quel'dorei resolve the plague problem, they will establish a new alliance with the Kaldorei."

The Sisterhood of Elune and the Cenarion Circle are willing to do everything in their power to help the Quel'dorei return to the Kaldorei system. The Black Raven King has even offered the ancient city of Eldre'Thalas as the territory of the Kaldorei spellcasters.

The elves will be reunited after ten thousand years, but there will be no more queen's rule.

Regardless of whether the Highborne are willing or not, no matter how difficult this matter is, and no matter how many internal and external problems the two sides will encounter, this matter will be continuously pushed forward by the successors of the two kings!
Surama is a problem that both sides must resolve.

Elisande will never know that her attempts to sow discord have backfired. Governor Evershadow is considering it, but I think he will join the alliance.

I now formally invite the Arcane Scholars clan to join this unification effort, as our invited 'mercenaries,' and the reward will be this Sunwell.

Dean Blue Moon, your Nassaras Magic Academy also needs to make a choice.

terribly sorry.

But in this civil war concerning the future that all elves can obtain, you and your students have no right to remain neutral!

Meanwhile, at the edge of the Sunwell ruins, the Twinworld Walker withdrew his eavesdropping senses and whispered to Diakum:
"Those pointy-eared ones are plotting war. What a terrible choice. I can't understand how chaotic the elves' internal affairs have become, to the point that they need a war to resolve their differences. But you don't seem to intend to get involved?"

“There is war every day in Azeroth, and even the murlocs fight each other over territory.”

War is part of the cycle of that world, perhaps because some guys who shouted 'order' set a bad precedent in ancient times. In any case, the people of Azeroth have long been accustomed to solving problems in this way.

In every era, they always believed that a war could eliminate dissidents and bring about a better future.

Diakum focused on dealing with Deathwing's remains.

He said softly:

"The planet Azeroth is inhabited by a bunch of barbarians who only know how to use their fists. Elves are like that, humans are like that, trolls are like that. And of course, so am I! Do you know why this is the case, my wise dual-world traveler friend?"

The question caused the dual-realm traveler to fall silent for a moment, before answering in a trembling, ethereal voice:
It is power!

Power itself is unwilling to be at peace, and therefore those who wield power are also not at peace.

The six Forces are locked in a relentless war; the very foundations that make up the universe crave conflict. They desire victory, and how can the Force Walkers possibly enjoy peace?

"That's a perfect answer."

Diakum stroked the reconstructed dragon bone before him, examining its dimensions before nodding in satisfaction and saying:

"We cannot expect to end wars with war; we must address the root causes. This is what I have been trying to do, and perhaps soon you will see how I do it."

"You want to establish order?"

The dual-realm traveler hummed:

"But the Titans tried, and the Titans failed."

“The Titans’ attempt was merely using the arcane order to try and restrain other Forces; that was just another form of war.” Dick looked at the Twinwalker and said:

"Order cannot be forcibly created, otherwise you will be called a 'tyrant' by everyone. But order is also a living thing. As long as you give it an environment to grow, it will be born naturally and eventually be obeyed by everyone."

I will not create order.

I will only provide it with fertile ground for birth, just as I am about to do to Lord Deathwing.

Look, I will reshape its remains into another form, and when I purify its soul that has surged forth from the sea of ​​darkness, I will give it new life.

Killing is the easiest thing to do, but I've done enough of it.

I'm tired of the endless cycle of 'violence begets violence.' Even Sargeras couldn't do it with his power, and I don't think I can either. So, we need to find a different approach. Would you like to join me?

A traveler of two worlds.

The sea of ​​darkness is boiling; you and I can both feel it.

That boiling point was ignited by me; it will soon erupt into a war in the Sea of ​​Lightlessness. I need allies, but not in the pursuit of victory.

The dual-realm traveler hesitated for a moment, then asked:
"First, make it clear, what do you need me to do?"

"Hmm, easy."

Dick clapped his hands, took a letter from his pocket, handed it to the Twin Realms Traveler, and said:
"Could you deliver a letter for me first? Don't peek, or you'll face the consequences."

"To whom?"

"My 'old friend' in the Burning Legion, this is... well, you can think of it as an 'invitation.' After the letter is delivered, you can stand by and watch the storm rise in the Sea of ​​No Light."

Wait until things calm down temporarily, and if you're not scared, then decide whether you want to join my business.

Actually, I've always felt that there are too many Void Gods in the Sea of ​​No Light, and the Void Realm, with its numerous factions, is too 'urbanized,' don't you think?"

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"Cough cough."

Painful coughs echoed through the Silvermoon City palace, but it wasn't the Black Raven King coughing at this moment. Instead, His Majesty Kutalos Ravencrest was charging forward with an extremely fierce posture, wielding his dragon-headed greatsword.

This place has been "swallowed" by the activated shadows.

Just as Garona had warned, this is a "source point" from which the shadows will erupt and drag the entire Silvermoon City into an even more terrifying zone.

The reason it hasn't swallowed the city yet is entirely because the terrifying Eye of Sargeras barrage just now startled the "master" of this shadow.

Even though Quel'Danas and the Sunwell have been accidentally sent out of the material world, the beings behind the shadows still maintain a necessary level of caution. If even Deathwing has to fall to the Vigilant, then it's best to be careful.

After all, it's just a collaboration; there's no need to risk everything.

Even Xaratas ran away.
It has no need to die here for this ill-fated war.

However, there's no need to retract the shadow that has already spread. After all, the path to the Sleeping City of Nyalosa has been opened, and I don't refuse to "steal" a bit of mass from the material world to solidify the reflection in my dream.

"puff"

The sharp dragon-headed sword, wreathed in fury, slashed at the faceless beings that whimpered as they advanced.

The Black Raven King seemed to have returned to the dangerous battlefield of the ancient war. He was filled with fighting spirit and, with the energy brought by the troll voodoo, he enjoyed this frenzied battle that led to his death.

He knew he couldn't get out.

Supernatural dark forces are dragging this magnificent palace into another dimension, but why leave?
Kutalos Ravencrest thought to himself that the voodoo could only last for seven days and seven nights, and five days had already passed. Even if he managed to break free, he would die an undignified death in the aftermath.

That's not how a warrior dies, nor how a king dies, nor how a hero should die.

Let's do it here.

They fought to the last moment here, and then died and went to sleep.

"Are you ok?"

The Black Crow King, wielding his sword, charged forward, forcefully kicking open the half-closed door, where he saw His Majesty Anastarian, the Sun King, coughing incessantly.

The loyal Phoenix Swordmaster Salorion wielded the dragonforged blade Quel'Dra, relentlessly slashing at the shadowy creatures in the shadows, but the Sun King was already mortally wounded, pierced through the abdomen by a twisted Void Prophet's abomination with a filthy spear.

The Sun King's situation is visibly dire.

But he was still fighting, wielding his ancestral relic, the Flame Strike. The ever-renewing phoenix flames surged and crashed outwards. There were also some phoenix guards fighting here, but their armor had become dull.

The living darkness is entwining them, causing them to melt into the land of slumber.

"Can I still leave?"

The Black Raven King pulled Anastarian up, still in the mood to joke, saying:

"Your first time on the battlefield?"

"I fought trolls alongside the human emperor!"

Feeling slighted, the Sun King retorted angrily, which made the Black Crow King laugh heartily, saying:
"So you've never actually fought against dangerous supernatural forces before. No wonder you performed so poorly. Don't feel embarrassed. I'm your elder, and I've seen far more than you can imagine."

Your father was much braver than you when he charged into battle alongside me in the ancient war.

Let me tell you a secret, Anastarian, the Sun King.

The flames of the 'Flame Strike' artifact in your hand will sway according to the wielder's will. It is said that when your will is like the sun, Flame Strike will unleash the true light of the sun.

That's just a legend; Dathrema told me about it.

He has refused to say how the sword was forged, but I suspect it has something to do with the origin of your surname.

That is the greatest secret that the Sun Chasers have kept hidden for generations.

Look, the flame on this sword has dimmed, and your courage is waning, but that's not your fault.

Come with me!

The Black Crow King waved his hand and said:
"I'll take you out."

"What about you?"

Anastarian felt ashamed.

He looked at the now-dimmed flaming sword in his hand, feeling his cheeks burning. Fortunately, it was dark around him and he couldn't be seen. Supported by the Black Crow King, he moved out of the darkness. He said:

"You must leave here too; your country awaits you."

“No! I have dedicated my life to my country and my people, and for that I even betrayed my queen.”

Kutalos shook his head and said:
"Therefore, in the final moments of my life, I selfishly chose to bloom for myself. Moreover, we signed a contract, but words alone cannot bind the two races toward a united future."

We have many conflicts with each other. Do you know what we can use to resolve these conflicts?

The Black Crow King smiled.

He laughed heartily in the darkness, explaining to his juniors like an elder:

"Blood!

The blood of warriors, the blood of kings!

Today, I have decided to use my life as the emblem of the covenant, to die in the battle to defend Quel'Thalas. When you and your descendants try to break the agreement, the blood I shed for your people will become the greatest obstacle for ambitious men.

We cannot be content with merely being allies, Sun King.

The Kaldorei and Queldorei are brothers, so let their blood be mingled and become a bond of unity.

I am honored that this new tradition of unity can begin with me.

I am the king and the leader, and it is my duty to set an example for my people.

He charged forward.

Relying on his extensive war experience, he escorted the Sun King and his warriors to the edge of the palace's shadow, then made a gesture of blessing before turning and charging into the darkness.

There are other people who need help, both in the Kaldorei and the Quildore.

"Your Majesty, you need treatment!"

Phoenix Sword Saint Salorion helped the Sun King out of the swallowed palace, and said with concern:

"You need to rest immediately."

"Yes, I need 'treatment'."

Anastarian glanced at Silvermoon City engulfed in war, then at the Flame Strike in his hand. After a certain conviction was solidified, the dim flames on the magic sword suddenly flared up.

Just like a torch being lit.

"I need courage to heal cowardice, and I need sacrifice to heal the people."

Anastari stroked the King's sword, then placed Flamestral Strike into Salorian's arms and picked up the other's dragonforged blade, Quel'Dra.

他 说:

“Tell my son Kael'thas!”
Now that he is king, I will tell him what the Black Crow King taught me and bless my son to become the true sun in the hearts of the people.

but me
They will transform their contentment into fuel for those who chase the sun.

After saying that, the Sun King turned and disappeared back into the shadows behind him.

Such decisiveness left the Phoenix Sword Saint with no time to stop them, and the Phoenix Guards who had escaped the desperate situation exchanged glances. Finally, they also stood up, and under Salorian's heartbroken gaze, they followed their king back into Hell.

Quildore has been immersed in the brilliance of the Sunwell for too long.

Now that sweet golden light has faded, they desperately need some legends about courage.

Let's begin those crimson legends with the sacrifices of the kings.

(End of this chapter)