Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 635, Part 3. They say a good horse doesn't turn back to eat the grass it already grazed, but what if I perceive myself as a bad horse? - Bonus Chapter [25]

(Bonus chapter for the "Fish Lying in Peach Blossom Spring" brother [2/5])
As a great demon lord, one must maintain a certain level of decorum. It would be truly unseemly for someone who is the third-in-command of the Fel Force to secretly collude with the Void faction.

Therefore, after ending his communication with the Void Lords, Sachiel pretended to seriously advance the various pharmacological research projects that had actually been completed long ago in his laboratory. Then, with the demeanor befitting a "high-level intellectual," he strolled leisurely out of the laboratory.

The gatekeeper, the Man'ari, remained focused and obedient, demonstrating excellent discipline that greatly pleased Sacher.

Unlike Kil'jaeden, who was dedicated to improving the Burning Legion's military skills, Sachar has never hidden his "racist tendencies," and almost all of his faction's demon commanders and high-ranking officials are Man'ari.

The Sculptors held the demons born from the Twisting Nether in contempt, believing their wretched nature made them unfit for great responsibilities.

Of course, you can't say that Sachir's understanding is wrong.

Apart from a few groups, the remaining native demons are indeed ill-equipped to possess the strategic vision required of a high-ranking commander.

However, Sargeras has not often gone out to fight over the years. He has been in charge of corrupting the Titan souls. Judging from the fact that there are already three corrupted Titans under Sargeras' command, the Shaper has indeed been very diligent in this regard. Corrupting true gods into the fel realm and giving them fel authority is not an easy task.

If given a few hundred more years, it can ensure that all the Titan souls fall under the control of fel energy. At that time, Sargeras's long-cherished "Dark Pantheon" can truly stand.

Because they are not very good at leading troops into battle, the Man'ari warlocks under Sachar's command mostly stay in Argus or other demon worlds for a long time to serve as rulers.

The demons don't just rampage and destroy everything in sight. There are always some worlds with special resources or special roles that require the demons to stay for a long time. The leaders of those worlds are all Eredar who embrace fel energy.

From this perspective, disregarding the disastrous consequences of the Force's influence, a desperate Eredar who chooses to offer himself to the Burning Legion, conducts a brief interview with Sachiel, and will likely reach the pinnacle of demonic existence.

Therefore, Thach's power in the Burning Legion comes not only from his strength and status, but also from the tightly woven network of power he possesses.

No great demon wanted to offend Sachiel.

The Sculptor's personality certainly won't embarrass you to your face, but it can definitely make you uncomfortable for the rest of your life. "Workplace bullying" also exists in the Burning Legion, and demons generally don't consider it a serious problem.

What?
Were you bullied?

That's because you're weak!

Why don't you dare to fight back against the officer who bullies you?

If you can defeat it, you'll become an officer and can bully it to your heart's content.

If you can't do it, you're just bad at it. Stop making excuses!

Inexperienced players have no say in the Burning Legion.

Well, in this respect, the demon race's culture is indeed quite vile.

"Sculptor, communications with Azeroth have been established. Your servant Gul'dan awaits your instruction. That lowly greenskin says he has something important to report to you."

A Man'ari archdeacon strode forward and reported to the Shaper, who nodded in agreement as he inspected the starship.

Sachil doesn't need to return to the bridge to complete the communication; spellcasters like it have plenty of strength and means.

He casually pulled out a cleverly crafted fel energy device, transferred the communication signal to his hand, and the next second, Gul'dan's flattering words of good fortune rang in Sach'ir's ears.

But the Sculptor didn't want to listen to this waste of time. It didn't interrupt Gul'dan's endless flattery, but simply looked at the communication device floating in its hand, reminiscing about the Apocalyptic Engineer Kingaros who was now in heaven.

The fact that the creature was purified by Diakum was indeed the most terrible loss the Burning Legion had suffered in the past few centuries. The impact of this event on the demons was even greater than the destruction of Mardum.

After all, that thing's existence relies on the Titan teleportation hub, which is corrupted by fel energy, to operate. Sargeras must have something similar in his possession. Perhaps the Dark Titan didn't rebuild Mardum immediately because He felt it was unnecessary, or perhaps He needed some time to prepare.

War centers can be rebuilt, and even more can be established, but only one destructive wisdom like Kingaros has appeared in millions of years.

The Burning Legion will likely have a hard time finding another Kinggarus.

This means that the Burning Legion's advance in war technology will suffer a devastating setback. Although the Apocalypse Engineers have trained many demon artisans, their biggest problem is that they are not Kinggarus.

Phew, no wonder Kil'jaeden has been in a bad mood lately.

For any outstanding commander, losing a subordinate as crucial as the Apocalypse Engineer, who was capable of altering the course of a war, would be disheartening.

It must be said that Diakum's ability to seize opportunities is truly perfect; the Butcher of the Light knows exactly how to fight in order to make the Burning Legion feel pain.

While lost in thought, the sculptor suddenly grasped a "keyword" mentioned by Gul'dan.

"and many more!"

It looked at the illusion of the Frost Throne floating above the communicator and asked:
"You just said that someone went to you begging to submit?"

"Savis! Nightmare King, my supreme master."

Gul'dan had noticed Saqir's nonchalant attitude earlier; clearly, his report had not been taken seriously by the Shaper. However, as a very obedient and sensible subordinate, Goul'dan did not expose his superior's slacking off.

Seeing that Sachiel was finally taking things seriously, the Lich King immediately gave a detailed reply:
"That guy's master, N'Zoth the Thousand-Bearded Demon, was destroyed by the mortals who united to annihilate him. His death was too tragic. Yogg-Saron, the Old God of Northrend, died almost at the same time as N'Zoth."

This guy fared even worse, being purified by Diakum himself.

As I huddled in the Icecrown Glacier, trembling and praying for your protection, I could hear Yogg-Saron's screams.

That's terrifying! It must be the vicious Holy Light Butcher who inflicted this horrific punishment on that ancient god.

In short, Savas had nowhere to go. It couldn't find a single force in the material world willing to take it in. This creature prided itself on being cunning, but after several betrayals, it had driven itself to its demise—a truly pathetic end!
As it turns out, it was nothing more than a fool who only cared about immediate gains.

Gul'dan launched into a scathing attack on the Nightmare King, venting his frustration like he was kicking a drowning dog, before explaining:

"It originally went to Hela to join the Death faction for the fourth time, but after realizing that Hela was a tyrannical madwoman, it decisively switched sides to mine."

It says it desires to contribute its power to the Force of Death, and that it has the Naga of all Azeroth at its disposal.

As you know, the number of Naga in this world is comparable to that of all other races combined, and those deep-sea soft-skinned snakes have lived a rather depraved life for the past ten thousand years.

They mate constantly in the deep sea, filled with hatred for the land, and every trench is teeming with Naga eggs.

As your loyal servant, I originally intended to ignore that fellow, but he convinced me with this: if the Legion's invasion receives a response from the Naga, then your attack on Azeroth will surely be victorious.”

Sachir listened to Gul'dan's description.

It paused for a few seconds and said in a drawn-out voice:

"How much did you take from that hateful traitor Savvis? What did he give you that would make you risk offending me to speak well of him?"

"Uh"

Gul'dan was taken aback.

It hates bosses who are too perceptive!
These things are best left unsaid. Why bring them up? I've worked so hard, working as a double agent for the Burning Legion and the Death Eternals behind enemy lines. What's wrong with me taking a little something extra under such difficult circumstances?
"If the water is too clear, there will be no fish. Don't you understand?"
But that was just a thought in his mind. Faced with Sachiel's questioning, the Lich King smoothly replied:

"Not many. Savis and its Naga have spent ten thousand years in the deep sea. They know the location of the wreckage of famous warships that sank into the sea, as well as the powerful beings who drowned in the water."

Especially those blue dragons that perished in the ancient war ten thousand years ago.
Ahem, the remains of those blue dragons that Deathwing shot down with the Dragon Soul mostly fell into the split ocean. It wasn't for my own good either, my master.

Isn't this for the sake of your great cause?

"Conservatively speaking, after receiving those legacies, the Scourge will possess several hundred frost dragons and over a dozen ghost fleets; our military strength will reach its peak." "Hmph, you'd better do so, Gul'dan."

Sachs reminded:

"Whatever the Void promises you, please remember one thing: Diakum is not only the one in the light, but his form in the shadows is dangerous enough to give you nightmares every night."

Think about it carefully. If you go to the Sea of ​​No Light, you'll have to face Diakum directly.

The Lich King fell silent.

Sachir ignored its "awakened" silence and casually said:

"Speed ​​up your summoning of the undead, and soon a new Legion emissary will come to contact you. But this time you will not serve me, for the Conqueror Kil'jaeden is in charge of the invasion of Azeroth, and I am going to visit your homeland."

Kil'jaeden is different from me.

It doesn't tolerate any nonsense. If your Scourge forces can't cooperate to complete the tasks it assigns you, then well, I won't scare you into thinking that your fate will be...

You are a capable person, and I believe you can satisfy Kil'jaeden.

In addition, when the Legion invades, you can also implement that arrogant idea you proposed before. To be honest, I don't have much confidence in it, but it's never a bad thing to try. You never know what surprises you might have.

Finally, I have a question.

The Sculptor paused, then said to Gul'dan:

"If my research on Azeroth is correct, Icecrown Glacier, where you are, is only one mountain away from Storm Peaks. If Diakum really purified Yogg-Saron in Ulduar, then why didn't he go and wipe you out on the way?"
For him now, executing you would be as simple as throwing a Solar Flare.

"Uh"

Gul'dan was speechless for the second time.

After a moment, it said cautiously:

"Perhaps it's because he didn't have time to deal with it? Or maybe Diakum thinks that a little Karami like me isn't worth his time?"
After all, he had left the task of executing N'Zoth to the mortals.

I can roughly guess Diakum's thoughts. He single-handedly nurtured the saviors of Azeroth, and now that the World's Chosen have grown in size, it's time for him to 'retire after achieving his goals'.

He was happy to leave my kind of 'minor trouble' to the 'locals' to handle.

After all, throughout Diakum's life, aside from his fanaticism during his time in Draenor, he had mostly been quite discerning in these matters and would never take away the opportunity for others to achieve great things.

"Yes, your analysis makes a lot of sense. Diakum is, after all, a strong person who came out of my Academy of Mysteries. His qualities as a teacher are definitely top-notch."

Sachil stroked his chin and said:
"But that alone isn't enough to explain why he 'let you go.' So, Gul'dan, do you think it's possible that he actually already guessed what you were planning to do?"

"hiss"

Gul'dan gasped, causing the temperature of Icecrown Glacier to drop a few degrees.

After a moment's thought, the Lich King said with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty:

"This can't be right, can it? He's just a rebel against fate, and there's no indication that he's a prophet."

"But it's always good to be lenient with the enemy."

Sachiel thought for a moment and said to the Lich King:

"Once you've assisted Kil'jaeden in completing the first phase of the Legion's invasion, prepare to retire gracefully. I've also come to a similar realization; perhaps this will be our 'last battle' in the material world."

Don't worry, although you didn't achieve anything great while you were lurking in Azeroth, you still put in a lot of effort.

I will keep my promise and give you a proper origin.

Let Savis come forward.

I need to speak with the traitor in this legion.

"Yes, sir. Thank you for your generosity, my supreme master."

Dog Egg licked the microphone with great delight, then handed it to Savis, who was standing right next to him. The Nightmare King was waiting there, which showed that this guy was indeed well-versed in the "way of betrayal" and knew how to better show his subservience.

However, a terrifying fact is that Gul'dan and Saqir's conversation was not kept from it at all, which means that it already knows the great secret of the Great Demon Lord.

Either become one of us, or you'll become a dead man.

This is so frustrating.

"Honorable Sculptor, Great One."

Savis began to sing in the exquisite arias of the Highborne, but he was ruthlessly interrupted by Sachiel, who said impatiently:

"I can write a letter to Kil'jaeden, asking him not to execute you for betraying the Legion, and to spare your life to serve the Dark Titans. I can also, like the promise I made to Gul'dan, give you a new origin through another power."

But you better remember this, Savis.

It's not just because you still have some value!
I don't care about your pathetic life motto of betrayal etched into your very bones. I'm just warning you, if you mess up again this time, hmph, you'll have to choose between Torghast's Tower of Terror and the Demon Forge of Argus!

"Yes, sir. I will certainly do my job well and live up to your expectations."

Savis shamelessly licked his lips, completely disregarding Sachir's indifference and even undisguised disgust.

This is a life-or-death situation, who cares about saving face?
Besides, it had already lost all sense of shame the first time it betrayed Azshara.

As long as we can survive this devastating crisis, what does it matter if we go back to an old flame?
Eating even more disgusting things is perfectly fine!
“Um, esteemed master, I have some news that I must tell you. This is my exclusive information, and I have been waiting to report it to someone as distinguished as you.”

Savis said as he struck the snake:
"Just a few days ago, I sensed some changes occurring in the Emerald Dream of Azeroth."

"Tell the important point!"

The Sculptor said coldly:

"Your tongue is a bit too long, but I don't have that much time."

"Uh, I suspect the Pillars of Creation of Azeroth may have been moved!"

Savas hurriedly reminded him:
"The Emerald Dream of this world was sculpted by Freya using the Tears of Elune. Although the Tears of Elune lost their function after the sculpting was completed, it is still somewhat connected to the Emerald Dream. My path is Nightmare, and I can sense those subtle changes."

At the very least, Elune's Tears is definitely no longer in this world.

Considering that the other Pillars of Creation are in the hands of the Saviors, I suspect that they have probably been moved as well. There are only a handful of people in this world who are capable of taking those treasures with them.
therefore"

It whispered:

"Please be careful in your campaign in Draenor!"

(End of this chapter)