Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 485, Section 24: Losakaka, please deliver a heavy blow to the Mad King of Lordaeron!
"Was Princess Galiya also chosen by the Vigilant as a 'temporary chosen one'?"

When Garona, carrying the two dejected brothers, escorted the unconscious Galiya back to Silvermoon City, the Pandaren "Lili the Hero" who came to meet them was surprised.

The panda-man riding a crane, "Dragon Hero," shouted:

"In the war that just ended, more than seventeen 'Chosen Ones' have been confirmed, but we believe that the number of incarnations that the Vigilant sent down in this war is definitely more exaggerated than that."

It's like winning the 'Divine Chosen Lottery'! Why wasn't I lucky enough to be infused with holy power by the Vigilant?

I want to be a great hero too.
Ahem, many elven warriors are convinced that they have seen the same light rushing across the battlefield in different districts.

Many survived thanks to the divine power of the Vigilant. Although that great hero was banished from the material world by the enemy's evil schemes, he remains with us.

"Sigh, that's just the kind of person my grandfather was. He would say he didn't want to interfere in other people's fates, but when he saw someone in need of help, he would always be the first to appear in front of them."

Garona, somewhat helplessly, put her hands on her hips and said:

“I also have Loa friends, and I know how energy-consuming Divine Descent is. Even for a Vigilant, summoning multiple avatars at once is a bit too outrageous. By the way, is Princess Galya's current coma normal?”

Yes, that's right.

Lili, the little panda, nodded vigorously, pointed to a mage tower not far away where a pandaren blue dragon battle flag was hanging, and said:
"Master Zhu, Uncle Chen, and Master Zhu He are there treating the divine beings. All those who have taken on the divine power of the vigilant must go there for examination."

Because the Sun God's power of the Vigilant was too scorching hot, even though he was being very careful to restrain his power, if the divine avatar itself was weak, it might still be threatened. Therefore, it was best to send Princess Galiya there as soon as possible.

"You two, go and meet up with Marshal Lothar!"

Garona turned to the White Pawn and Arthas and said:

"Don't wander around. Silvermoon City is in chaos right now. We are guests, so let's not cause the elves any unnecessary trouble. I will go and meet up with you after I confirm that Princess Galiya is safe and sound."

and also
Don't give me that "dead horse" look!

The orc assassin master, somewhat exasperated, reached out and gave the two men a hard squeeze on the shoulders, scolding them:
"So what if you failed to stop King Terenas and were disarmed? You went out to do dangerous things and came back alive. That in itself is a rare victory. At least it's not a failure. It's much better than being captured and having to be rescued."

"Although there's a high probability you'll get a good beating from Marshal Lothar, then from Sir Uther, and maybe even from King Llane when you get back to Stormwind."

"Sir Uther can't beat you up anymore. He's one of the Vigilantes' temporary chosen ones, and he's lying in the Healing Tower right now."

Lili interjected:
"Sir Uther is incredibly powerful. He was blessed with divine power and single-handedly saved hundreds of elven civilians trapped in collapsed houses. He also fought to the death against those shadow creatures and wild trolls."

I heard from the elves that they're going to erect a statue for Sir Uther in the rebuilt Silvermoon City.

"Oh, no wonder these three guys were able to rush out and do dangerous things. I thought Sir Uther had neglected his duty, but it turns out he couldn't stop them."

Garona nodded and sighed:
"The Kingdom of Lordaeron not only has evil villains like the Dragonborn, but also righteous men like Sir Uther. The more others fall, the more noble he appears."

You two
Learn from them!
Instead of wasting your time trying to stop King Terenas, you should save more people in the city.

Especially you, Arthas.

The virtues of the Holy Light need to be promoted through action, and your reckless actions today clearly cannot promote any virtues.

Although Garona is not a Holy Light Walker, she has a saintly grandfather, and she has been influenced by him to speak eloquently about profound truths. Unfortunately, the two brothers, who are currently feeling very lost, are obviously not in the mood to listen to Garona's profound teachings.

Leading their two "borrowed" Quel'dorei warhorses, one black and one white, they traversed a city in ruins. Watching the elves silently weeping or salvaging their belongings amidst the city's war-torn ruins, both of them sighed.

Especially in Alsace.

He felt extremely guilty, after all, it was his father who had brought this undeserved disaster upon him.

"Don't think too much."

The white soldier patted Arthas on the shoulder and said:

“I heard Archbishop Isana say at the Temple of Karabor that the Holy Light is a power of the mind, and once you begin to doubt yourself, the Holy Light may dim.”

You need to be more determined!
This is not a disaster you caused. If you truly feel guilty...

He thought for a moment and said:

“We are all still very young, and we have decades or even nearly a hundred years of life ahead of us. If you really feel guilty, then spend some time helping these elves in the future. That might make you feel better.”

"Yes, repentance can't make me get rid of my guilt, but concrete actions can."

Arthas nodded, took all the money out of his pocket, and stuffed it into the hand of an elven child crying while clutching a doll by the roadside. Then, not daring to look the little girl in the eye, he fled as if his life depended on it.

He stopped the moment he arrived at the palace.

Arthas looked at the dilapidated palace before him, bathed in light yet strangely devoid of any "shadow," and said:
"Sir Uther told me that he had spoken with Marshal Lothar and that if the Empire were to be established, both you and I would have the right to inherit the throne. This was a promise made by Marshal Lothar to appease the Seventh Legion, and it was also a right that Sir Uther had fought hard to secure for me."

but.
But I don't want it anymore!

I witnessed firsthand how the lust for power dragged my father into the abyss. I don't want to go down that path, and I certainly don't want to see us turn against each other over such trivial matters in the future.

Adults are always keen to pursue those things, but we kids are very simple.

Since you've never liked complicated things, it's better to give up on them sooner rather than later.

"That's not for you to decide."

Varian didn't want to discuss these things either; he shook his head and said:

"You do not represent the Menethil family."

"Actually, I can."

Arthas pulled a worn stone shield from his robes, wiped it before his eyes, and said:
"This was given to me by my father. It is the family seal of General Lordaeron, the ancestor of the Menethil family. Whoever holds this thing is the head of the Menethil family."

I wasn't joking just now.

I've made up my mind, I'm going to become a wandering knight!
I want to do good, punish evil, and do my best to make this land, which my family has harmed, a better place.

As you said, this helps to ease my guilt somewhat.

"What about your sister? Have you thought about Galiya?"

Varian scolded:

“You can’t make this decision, it’s selfish! You’ve let down Ser Uther and the officers of the Seventh Legion, you represent more than just yourself. Alas, you’re still too young, there are some things you can’t escape just by avoiding responsibility.”

The Menethil and Wrynn families are destined to have a right of succession, a political principle that even Marshal Lothar cannot sway.

"Why don't you just marry my sister? That way you won't have to worry about the two families fighting over inheritance. Your children will have the claims of both families. Don't think I'm stupid, I've really thought about it seriously."

You marry my sister, and then I give up my inheritance rights. This way, the inheritance rights of two generations can be guaranteed, and it will not cause conflict between the two families. This is the perfect solution!
The Marshal will definitely agree, and Uncle Ryan won't object either.

Arthas suddenly blurted out a sentence that left Varian speechless, wanting to refute it. He felt that such a "perfect" idea could not possibly have come up with by Arthas.

Wow, there are some "experts" in Draenor.

However, even if this matter could be accomplished, it would have to wait until he came of age, so Varian simply put it out of his mind and walked with Arthas into the palace, which was already under martial law by the Phoenix Guard and the Lightforged.

The damage here is much worse than in the city.

Not only is the palace severely damaged, but there are also large amounts of void corrosion residue. Your Highness Kael'thas... cough cough, although His Majesty the Sun King, who has just ascended the throne, has dispelled the darkness by wielding the flames of the sun, this mysterious "Hall of No Shadows" still requires a long period of renovation by the Sin'dorei elf spellcasters before it can be restored to a habitable state.

Of course there are simple ways.

Once the Sunwell and the departed bigwigs return to the material world, invite the Vigilant to stay here for a few days. His Radiant Power will dispel the most stubborn darkness here.

However, no one is currently focused on tidying up the house.

In the only remaining intact courtyard of the palace, all the important figures gathered, including representatives from the Golden Lotus Cult sent by the Pandaren.

Everyone's expression was very serious.

"Don't all keep such cold faces, at least say something."

Princess Talanji sat at the round table that had been found and carried over by the Phoenix Guards, and said somewhat wearily:

"The Amani tribe has rebelled, and the Gurubashi and Drakkari trolls probably won't stay quiet either. The reconstruction of the troll empire has only just begun to take off, and these bastards have ruined it. I've had enough of these tribes' fickleness, and this time I won't let them off easily!"

I cannot stay here; I must return to Zandalari tonight. So, gentlemen, let's hurry. My father will want to hear that we have reached some kind of agreement.

"Speaking of which, those Loa gods of the Amani clan were betrayed by their own priests. How are they doing?"

Malfurion, representing the Kaldorei here, rubbed his tired eyes and asked softly. Princess Talanji nodded and said:

"This is a stroke of luck amidst misfortune. The World Mother has recognized the title of Loa, and thus the Emerald Dream has been opened for them. Although the four guardian Loas of the Amani clan have lost their power, their spiritual essence has been transferred to the Emerald Dream to slumber."

The Zandalari tribe will take over the rest. Priests will hold large-scale sacrifices at the Altar of All Spirits in Dazar'alor to restore them. Lord Rezan, the World Spirit, will also lend a hand. However, it will be impossible to restore them to their former powerful state as guardians of the Loa without hundreds or thousands of years of careful nurturing.” Talanji hesitated for a moment.

She glanced at the people present and thought to herself that she might as well bring up the topic that had been discussed all along at this moment.

Then she raised the scepter of all souls in her hand and said:

"The Loa exist by relying on the power of faith. The more believers there are, the stronger the Loa become. In the past, only trolls worshipped different Loas, but after Lord Rezan was conferred the title of 'World Holy Spirit' by the Supreme Star Soul, the power of the God of Power increased dramatically because the World Mother allowed its faith to spread to other races."

The Loas were very envious of this.

They also want to reap such benefits, so I might as well be frank.

I hope Quel'Thalas and the Human Empire will grant them freedom of religion in this regard, especially the Human Empire. Your population is enormous, so as long as believers continue to be born, the four Loa Guardians can recover quickly.”

"Holy Light is the true faith of mankind! How can other faiths be introduced so casually?"

The paladin Turalyon beside Lothar first rebuked the troll princess for her outlandish suggestion, but then remained silent for a few seconds before shaking his head and saying:
"However, we have confirmed that there are already 'special humans' who believe in Loa in the Northern Frontier, so your proposal will be forwarded to Archbishop Fao to convene other bishops for discussion."

I'm not just giving you the runaround.

As a believer, I would never joke about my faith!

Once we have made a decision, we will officially notify the priests of Dazar'alor as soon as possible.

"Okay, that sentence is enough."

Talanji relaxed slightly and looked at Kael'thas. The Sun King had his eyes closed as if he wasn't going to answer, but after a moment, he asked:

"The Loa have a unique connection with their followers. I would like to ask if the Sin'dorei accept the existence of the Loa gods, then can the Loa heal or reduce the scourge of my race's magic addiction through the granting of their power?"

It's like the form of 'Randore'.

The Void Elves filled their mana thirst with entropy energy, and although there was a risk of falling into the shadows, they were no longer tormented by mana addiction.

"what?"

Princess Talanji was confused by the Sun King's question.

She genuinely didn't know if the Loa could help the elves overcome their magic addiction. In the past, no troll would have gone mad to research this, given the extremely hostile relationship between trolls and elves. Even if they did research it, it would only be to use magic addiction as a weapon to attack the elves.

"I need to go back and discuss this with the Dark Prophet."

Princess Wanling stroked her scepter and said:
"Perhaps, and if so, I will reply to you in writing. Let's get down to business! How exactly does Quel'Thalas plan to respond to Lordaeron's provocation? How do you plan to deal with the threat from the Amani trolls?"

"General Lireza has already sent the royal beasts and swarms to Torvasa and Zu'aman."

The Sun King said coldly:

"In a few days, there will be no more jungle trolls in Quel'Thalas! After that, we will decide whether to exterminate the jungle trolls in Stratholme and Ark's Nest, depending on the situation!"
This is a war that has added another chapter to an ancient blood feud, and it will not change because of individual attitudes.

I know what you want to ask, but…

"Your retaliatory actions must not cross Eagle's Nest!"

Princess Talanji said loudly:

"The evil branch trolls of Zin'thalo did not participate in the foolish actions of the Amani trolls. The evil branch trolls have always obeyed the orders of the Zandalari tribe, and I must protect those who are loyal."

In exchange
On behalf of the Amani trolls, I can permanently relinquish our claims to Quel'Thalas, for the sake of peace, for Mother World is watching.

Can you represent them?

The Sun King discussed the matter briefly with his advisors, then spoke seriously to Talanji:

"If you can make such an official response on behalf of the Amani trolls, then we will let the evil branch trolls of Zul'Farrak go, or even the rotten moss trolls of the Stratholme Mountains go."

"I can!"

Talanji coldly gazed at the grotesque "Skull of the Berserker" of Zul'jin, preserved in voodoo beside her, and said:

"After all, one of the Amani trolls' slogans during the war was to 'sacrifice me, the traitor, as a blood offering!' In the eyes of the Zandalari tribes, they were also traitors. If they were traitors, what human rights did they have to speak of?"
I don't even need to represent 'Amani,' because soon Azeroth will be free of those detestable, fickle, and petty names like 'Amani,' 'Gurubashi,' and 'Darkalai.'

Only Zandalari!
Yes, from this day forward, the Troll Empire will have only one voice!

"Then Quel'Thalas accepts your initiative, Princess Talanji of Zandalar."

The Sun King stood up and extended his hand to Talanji, while Princess Kael'thas also reached out and shook hands with her. The first agreement was thus reached.

Then came the second one.

"Marshal Losa, how long are you planning to wait?"

The newly appointed Ranger-General Alleria Windrunner rose and rebuked the silent Lothar:

"Your human 'Mad King' Terenas Menethil has launched a shameless attack on the elves. Today, all of this will be repaid by the Quel'dorei, by the Sin'dorei, with blood for blood and tooth for tooth!"
After we consolidate our domestic power, we will launch a retaliatory war against the Stratholme region. As the war leader of Quel'Thalas, I must get a clear answer from you!

When do you plan to launch your campaign against the 'Mad King'?

Are you still willing to uphold the alliance between the Arathor Empire and Quel'Thalas?

"Shut up, Aurelia!"

Brigadier General Daenerys, standing beside Lothar, said coldly:
“You have no right to speak here. Just because your mother gave you the insignia of the Ranger General doesn’t mean you’ve truly become the Ranger General. You can’t even control your own anger, so you’re not qualified to represent Quel’Thalas!”

Am I qualified?

Kael'thas Sunstrider, who had been quite rational just moments before, slammed his fist on the table and roared like an enraged lion:

“Tell me, Brigadier General Daenerys, do I have the right to say that? You've witnessed your people being slaughtered like this, and you still have the nerve to make these sarcastic remarks?”
I'm telling you this clearly, Marshal Losa.

Even if you intend to continue to tolerate this, Quel'Thalas will carry out this revenge war alone!

Can you understand why I renamed my people 'Sindorei'?

If humanity does not intend to treat us fairly, then we will respond with our blood.

"Gentlemen! We are here to reach an agreement, not to argue or vent our frustrations!"

The haggard Malfurion Stormrage stood up and stopped him:

"The important thing is to reach an agreement."

"And what are your opinions, Kaldorei?"

The Sun Chaser looked at the raging wind and said:
"The Black Raven King passed away on the land of Sin'dorei. My people and I will never forget this great favor of protection. Therefore, we are willing to follow the unity initiative of His Majesty Kultaros Ravencrest before his passing."

But would the Kaldorei turn a blind eye to hatred?
If Quel'Thalas' army enters Stratholme, will I see the Silverwing Sentinels and the warriors of the Sisterhood of Elune appear beside me?

"You will see, Sun King."

Sitting in a chair, with a black bandage wrapped around his arm as a sign of mourning, General Yu Yue said coldly:
"The Silverwing Sentinels will join this war, and those villains who caused the death of the Black Raven King will surely feel the wrath of the Kaldorei! The Watchers will also join, and our sister Elisana has lost her father; the other sisters will share her pain and inflict it upon those murderers!"

Malfurion sighed, but then looked up and said seriously and solemnly:
"The Cenarion Order will participate in the campaign against the Mad King of Man!"

"Very good. Blood will forge the unity of our two races, and we will eventually return to each other's homes."

Kael'thas nodded with satisfaction.

The Pandaren representatives whispered amongst themselves; they had no reason to get involved in human conflict, but Muradin Bronzebeard stood on his chair and shouted:
"The Bronzebeard Dwarves will also join the war! Just now, I received news from Ironforge that we were ambushed by the Lordaeron fleet at the Wetlands port, and they unleashed a storm that flooded Menethil Harbor!"
The city's name represents the friendship that dwarves and the Kingdom of Lordaeron once shared, but it is no longer so! We will also join the crusade against the Mad King, for the dwarves who drowned in the tides.

This is truly the most horrible way to die, signifying that the dwarf's soul cannot return to the earth.

Lothar!

Are you just going to watch?
Say something!

Under everyone's gaze, Lothar raised his head, his eyes wide with anger. He felt the calamity of Silvermoon City deeply, and the questioning from the crowd made him clench his fists.

The marshal spoke briefly, but with great power:

"Then let the Northern Expedition begin! When I return to Stormwind Kingdom, the Seventh Legion and the Faith Guard will set off immediately. Please have Khaz Modan prepare to receive them; we need supplies and weapons."

The first battle will take place in Menethil Harbor!
I will lead the warriors to help the dwarves reclaim the port city that has been taken from them, and then we will cross the Tador Bridge into the Arathi Highlands.

Yes.

We will defeat the Mad King, we will reclaim Stromgarde, and ultimately, we will pacify the Northern Frontier and end the war.
This shameful chaos won't last much longer.

(End of this chapter)