Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 499, Section 38. Kul Tiras, Your King Has Returned - Bonus Chapter for "SaSaXD" [110]

(Happy Children's Day to all the big kids out there! On this special day that everyone deserves, treat yourself to a gift you can't afford otherwise, and think of it as a celebration of your childhood self.)
"Your Majesty? Your Majesty! Are you alright?"

In her dazed state, Dai Lin heard a voice calling her name.

He opened his eyes blankly and saw Lord Ashvane looking at him with concern, but his body felt as heavy as lead and he could hardly move, with waves of pain constantly rising within him.

He let out a painful groan, then stood up with the Lord's help. The swaying deck beneath his feet indicated that he was at sea, but the painful memory in his mind remained of his flagship being swallowed by a storm.

His last memory was of a huge wave crashing over him, after which he was plunged into darkness.

"Where am I? Where am I?"

He sat down in the chair, took the drink Lord Ashvane offered, took a sip to numb the pain, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Where's the fleet? Those pirates, Naga, and ghost ships?"

"The fleet you led out luckily escaped the storm and is now gathering on the island. Don't worry, the Bloodsail Pirates have already been defeated by you."

Lord Ashvane seemed a little nervous.

He gazed at Dai Lin's expression and said softly:
"But Prince Drake Proudmoore, who betrayed his country, fled with a pirate fleet and is said to have joined the ambitious Anduin Lothar. They are about to attack the Kingdom of Lordaeron and intend to destroy the legitimate lineage of mankind."

Do you still remember the Kingdom of Lordaeron?

You and King Terenas were old friends for many years, and you even promised to marry your daughter to King Terenas' son. Unfortunately, the naive Princess Jaina was also betrayed by Prince Drake.

You were almost defeated by this disaster, but you are so strong, you pulled through.

"Really?"

Dai Lin felt something was off.

This doesn't seem like how he treats his son and daughter, but upon closer inspection, it does seem to be the case.

Some memories surfaced in his mind: his rebellious and ambitious eldest son craved power and was dissatisfied with the power-sharing model among the four great families of Kul Tiras.

On a stormy night, he launched a shameless rebellion.

The loyal Duke Farrell led his fleet to the rescue, driving the rebellious son out of Boralus, but Drake's final counterattack killed his wife and his mother.

Ah, Catherine.
As she died in her arms, she begged herself to forgive her unfilial son.

But how can such a rebellious act be forgiven?

"Rebel!"

Enraged, Dale slammed her fist on the table.

The anger aggravated his injuries, causing him to cough violently. He then drank another glass of wine, after which more memories surfaced.

When the Kingdom of Stormwind was invaded by the Greenskins, the King of Lordaeron generously aided their war effort. However, the ambitious Anduin Lothar seized power during the war, colluding with the Archbishop of the Light and using the fanaticism of the Light to incite war.

They have assembled a large army and are currently conquering the northern frontier.

Fortunately, the black dragons, who were also being hunted, came to King Terenas' aid at this critical moment. Feeling threatened by Lothar, they sent the Tide Sages to support the Lordaeronians.

But the rebellious son's actions enraged him, so he personally led a large army to plunder the island and attack Drake.

That shameless fellow colluded with the Naga.
Do not!
wrong!

The Naga of the Deepsea Empire are clearly long-time allies of the Kul Tirans, but the Kul Tirans cannot proclaim this precious friendship simply because they are not accepted by the world.

Yes!

Dailin remembered more details.

When Drake used evil magic to unleash a storm, it was the Naga who risked being pulverized to save them from the storm.

"You remember everything, right?"

Lord Ashvane let out a long breath, clutching the Tide Emblem in his hand, and said softly:
"Your loyal Duke Farrell is protecting you; you are currently aboard his flagship, the 'Devil Shark.' Oh, and by the way, your lover, Queen Fuyashi, is leading her Bloodscale Clan to defend you."

Don't worry, we'll be able to set sail back to Kul Tiras soon.

Although the ambitious Lothar instigated a rebellion within the country, in the Vekres Mountains, your loyal Ashvane and Stormsong families will soon quell it!

Dai Lin nodded.

His mind was in a mess due to the injury, with all sorts of memories churning in his head, making him desperately need a rest.

Yes.

Take a break in your lover's arms.

I do indeed have an elven lover, that cannot be faked. I had a tender time with her when I was young and impetuous.

Fur'ahi, a former Highborne princess, hailed from the noble family of Zin'ezari. Although she was transformed into a Naga by the energy of the Well of Eternity during the tragedy of the War of the Ancients, she always appears in the beautiful form of an elf.

To be honest, Fuyashi's Naga form isn't ugly; at least I like it a lot.

As a sailor who loves the sea, Dale knows that in some places, Naga are called "sirens" because they use their beauty to seduce passing sailors. However, there are always some love stories between sailors and Naga, after all, Naga are very loyal in love.

She herself has a Naga lover.

She was also very loyal to herself.

Lord Ashvane helped Dalene to bed, and under the influence of the strong liquor, he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Lord Ashvane, holding the insignia of the tide, stood beside Daelin, looking at the king with a strange and uneasy gaze. A moment later, the hatch was pushed open, and a tall man in the uniform of a Kul Tiran naval captain strode in.

He didn't seem to be used to the uniform he was wearing, and he didn't even button up his top button. Moreover, he looked very cold and gloomy, and his black eyes were even more intimidating.

"He believed it?"

Duke Farrell asked indifferently, and Lord Ashvane nodded and said:
"Blessed by the tides of the sea, Her Majesty Daelin, who had lost her way, has returned to the true faith of Kul Tiras. We will never allow the hand of the false faith of the Holy Light to reach into this country."

But Stoson's side
Is he still not going to obey?

"Hmph, the Stormsong family, who have worshipped the tides for generations, goes through this transformation with each generation. They go from questioning to anger, even resistance and cursing, but in the end, they return to faith in response to the call of the ocean."

Farrell said with a sneer:
"Lord Stormsong will realize what true belonging is; it's only a matter of time. But is it really unnecessary to go and help the Lordaeronians?"

I doubt they can withstand the attack of that lion, Lothar.

"The people of Lordaeron do not worship the tides."

Lord Ashvane said expressionlessly:
"That's the Black Dragon Kingdom. We only have a cooperative relationship with them. Besides, the Naga are gone, aren't they? We should think about the future, Your Grace."

If Lordaeron is ultimately conquered by the Holy Light, then Kul Tiras, isolated overseas, will become the sole bastion of the Tide's Faith. Under Her Majesty Daelin's command, we will fight against the Eastern Continent until we ascend to the eternal dream of Ny'alotha.

Don't worry!

The destruction of Lordaeron is just one part of the plan; my lord has already made a prudent decision.

Your next task is simple: get rid of the traitor Drake as soon as possible!

If possible, bring back the traitor Jaina. My Lord is very fond of her talent; she will become the 'Tidewitch' etched in history, the next Magna Aegwynn.

Even the next Queen Azshara.

She is a treasure bestowed upon humanity by fate, provided she walks the right path.

"Oh, speaking of which, there's bad news."

Duke Farrell whispered:
"Your ambitious but incompetent wife's assassination attempt failed, what a pity, but Queen Catherine escaped. The tides sent word that she was taken by Jaina to that repulsive light."

"This"

Lord Ashvane was instantly filled with fear.

Queen Catherine is not dead, which exposes a flaw in the "truth" he has woven for His Majesty Darling.
"No! She must die! Only her death can keep His Majesty's wrath alive."

He said to Farrell:
"Send assassins to kill her!"

"Ah."

The two left the cabin.

In the dark cabin where the tides rise and fall, some force sways, enveloping the sleeping Dalene, causing the frail king to sink deeper and deeper into his beautiful dream.

Until a certain moment, when the "weaving" of another life was about to be completed, the calls of Jaina and Tannred suddenly rang out in Daelin's dream.

Dalene began to struggle.

He tried to open his eyes, to escape this unreal dream and return to reality.

However, those dark tentacles, like octopuses, wrapped around his last shred of conscious mind, layer by layer, and dragged him little by little into a dark dream.

Go to sleep.

Sleep in the eternal dream of Nyalosa.

The sun shone brightly over Azeroth, forcing darkness to hide beneath the endless tides. But it didn't have to submit; as the sun set, the darkness would dissipate with the waves, eventually enveloping the entire world. Yes.

Darkness never sleeps.
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"What are you looking at? Why are you so happy? And the expression on your face is really suspicious!"

Archbishop Nelly's voice rang in Diakum's ears.

She placed a neatly organized stack of Lightforged Legion files on the table, then stretched out and leaned on Diakum's shoulder, saying:
"I'm so tired of doing this. Let the twins come back soon. I not only have to help them with the internal affairs of the Lightforged Legion, but I also have to serve the Holy Lance for them."

That's enough!

So, is there anything fun you can share with me?

"Yes, I'm watching 'The Revenge of the Middle-Aged King' right now."

Diakum pulled Nelly into his arms, letting her lean comfortably against his shoulder, and while extending his mental energy into Nelly's mind, he spoke to her:

"This script was personally written by N'Zoth, the Thousand-Bearded Demon. Let me tell you, it's absolutely brilliant."

"is it?"

Nelly blinked curiously.

A moment later, Diakum's mystical vision unfolded before her eyes, and the world in her eyes suddenly split into two parts. On the left was a valiant sailor, with Rexxar's help, laughing loudly as he slaughtered pirates on the deck.

The troll pirates were no match for this guy. He single-handedly slaughtered them, and those who dared to resist were ruthlessly killed. Those who knelt down and surrendered were spared.

The image on the right is an abstract interpretation of some kind of dream.

The weakened king was wrapped in the tentacles of a black octopus and dragged into the dark depths of the sea like a drowning man. He struggled to wake up, his eyelids twitching, but in the end he could only be dragged into the boundless sea.

They seem like two different lives, but the two men who appeared in different places are clearly the same person.

“Daylyn Proudmoore?”

Nari exclaimed:
"He's been split in two? How did this happen? Are they both him? Or is it some kind of strange secret technique?"

"It was an oversight."

Dick, with his arm around Archbishop Nelly's waist, explained to her:
“N'Zoth wouldn't have made such a ridiculous mistake, but I did have contact with Daelin to rescue little Jaina who had been kidnapped by demons. I left my Void power on the Proudmoore family's anchor pendant.”

When N'Zoth cast his void spell, the power was activated, which interfered with his casting. It was supposed to completely drag Daelin's mind into the dream, but instead, it accidentally split her mind.

That's ancient god magic, my dear.

Isn't it a simple matter to create two bodies for a divided spirit?

You can think of it this way: 'King' Daelin and 'General' Daelin are both real, but only when they become one will they become the real Daelin.

You see, the darkness refuses to yield, and those bastards keep rebelling.

The failure of Quel'Thalas put even more pressure on them, and now even N'Zoth has been forced to emerge from his hiding place and risk advancing his plans.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Nelly turned to look at Diakum and said:

"Why don't we hurry up and find N'Zoth's hiding place with Aegwynn, drag him out and kill him? That's also a Titan seal, and it's also a node of the unified field of all things, right?"

"The problem with N'Zoth is rather complicated."

Dick played with his favorite little tail and explained:
"N'Zoth's physical body is sealed within the Titans, but its spirit resides in the ancient reflection of the Black Empire, which made a deal with Xal'atath a long time ago. I now seriously doubt whether directly destroying its physical body would completely annihilate it."
Or perhaps, without the constraints of his physical body, N'Zoth's soul could gain true freedom.

If it really does hide in the Dream of All Things, then I have no way to deal with the threat of the Thousand-Bearded Demon except to purify all dreaming beings in this world.

Do you know why it's called the 'Thousand-Bearded Demon'?

It's not that it actually has a thousand tentacles, but rather that each of its dream tentacles is connected to a dream. If C'Thun is a numerical monster, then N'Zoth is a true 'mechanic monster'.

We can't simply and crudely suppress it, unless we are absolutely certain of success.

"Yes."

Nelly also realized what was happening and said:

"The Supreme Star Soul has always been exhausted. She always says she needs to rest, and even after you closed the Death Rift, she still doesn't seem fully awake. So, are N'Zoth's tentacles causing trouble in the Dream of the World as well?"

"Yes, there are. The weakest of the Old Gods is actually the most troublesome. Precisely because of its weakness, it has been using its advantages almost recklessly over the past 100,000 years. The Supreme Star Soul has been slumbering in N'Zoth's lucid dream."

There are also some troublesome parasites that take root in dreams.

The vigilant shook his head and said:
"Therefore, we must be careful when dealing with N'Zoth. We must completely destroy it in both the real and dream dimensions. This is much more complicated than dealing with Yogg-Saron or G'huun."

As for Dai Lin
Look how happy the 'Admiral' is! He's even started selecting his crew from among the pirates to prepare for setting sail. I'm sure he hasn't been this happy in many years.

That throne had taken a toll on him.

So let him be happy for a while longer. Anyway, as long as Jaina doesn't get involved, I don't think there's any power in this world that can kill this brave young man who fights against all odds.

Nelly glanced at "Admiral" Dalene, who was laughing wildly on the pirate ship.

Indeed, even just by observing, one can sense his unrestrained freedom and wildness; he must be happy in that state.

But after a moment, the archbishop whispered:

"Am I mistaken? It seems you don't intend to deal with the remaining two ancient gods and that 'artificial ancient god' anytime soon?"

"No, your perception is very accurate; that's exactly what I think."

Facing the person he trusted most, Diakum did not hide anything; he whispered:

"My relationship with the Void is still okay right now. Killing an Old God at this time would be considered as harming the interests of the Void. We can't go to war when the relationship is good. But don't worry, Xalatas has been scheming to cause trouble. She wants to see my relationship with the Void deteriorate."

She will fulfill her wish.

You know, the wise thing to do is to take advantage of a bad relationship and do everything, both the things you should and shouldn't do, all at once.

"You mean, wait until the Overlord awakens?"

Nari asked in a low voice.

Diakum nodded and said:
"Yes, Xalatas is plotting a conspiracy, and I am waiting for the Overmind to awaken. The enraged Anveena has gone to Northrend, and the Shadow Hunters are also active. The Swarm is about to be complete, and the true will of the Swarm is about to be activated."

Saratas didn't understand.

She thought she was in control and could trip me up at will.

But time is on my side.

She thought she would find strong allies because my 'true colors' were exposed, but in my eyes, the friendship of the Void Lords is not that valuable.

We were never meant to be friends from the start, so why force yourself to be friends with them?

He gave Nellie a hard kiss on the cheek, enjoying a rare moment of peace in the navigation console of the Exodar, holding his rumored girlfriend in his arms, and said:
"So let's continue watching this 'Middle-aged King's Revenge'. I bet Dale will put on a spectacular comeback for us."

Meanwhile, on the coast of Kalimdor, the "Admiral," who had just grasped the helm of the pirate ship, suddenly sneezed.

He looked around suspiciously, feeling as if something was watching him.

But as the ship's helm turned, an innate desire compelled him to focus on steering the ship away from the shore.

Behind the admiral, the trembling pirates were hoisting the dead men with ropes. These "rebels" would be hung on the mast for three whole days to deter other restless men on the ship.

“Captain, uh, no, Admiral! This is the best hat we can find on board.”

A troll pirate, his teeth knocked out, shakily handed a black hat to the admiral. The admiral glanced at it, then looked at the black hat, and cursed:
"What the hell! A pirate hat? Are you trying to make me a pirate?"

"But there are no other good hats on the ship."

The aggrieved troll pirate wiped away his weak tears and pleaded:

"Please spare us! We're just newbies on board, we haven't even had a chance to do anything bad yet! Besides, your actions are far more impressive than those loud and boisterous pirate captains. In my opinion, you're the most formidable pirate captain on this high seas!"
This hat suits you perfectly.

Its former owner, who was also our previous captain, was a legendary pirate who escaped from Dale Proudmoore's clutches several times, but unfortunately, he died not long ago on the shores of the Echo Isles.

A strange and ferocious troll tribe has recently moved there and is currently fighting against the Naga.

"Oh? Fighting the Naga? Interesting."

The general took the hat.

He glanced at the pirate emblem with a hint of disgust; he hated it. He tore off the luxurious blood-red skull emblem and tossed it into the sea, then put the black captain's hat on his head.

"You take the lead!"

He kicked the weak troll pirate and cursed:

"Let's go to the Echo Islands to get some supplies first, then head to the Northern Frontier. I have a grudge against the Naga, hehe, I won't let my revenge linger overnight!"

(End of this chapter)