Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 669, Section 37: A war profiteer obsessed with conquering the world becomes a working beast of burden in another world.
Medivh and his companions did not linger long in the floating city of the Brokers.

He came here to catch up with Diakum and discuss their next course of action. Medivh made no attempt to hide his identity as an "outsider passing through the Shadowlands," which fully demonstrated his attitude towards the place.

I wouldn't say I hate it, but I certainly don't like it much either.

This is normal.

People like Medivh cannot allow themselves to live in a world where the past, present, and future are all fixed, just as birds born free cannot be caged.

Although he did not explicitly state his attitude, his words conveyed a sense of anticipation and longing for the collapse of the system of destiny.

Even in the Astral Mage's speech, one could clearly feel his regret for Zovar and his appreciation for the Lord of Soldiers. These two guys are now confirmed to be "great villains" who want to overthrow the Destiny system.

Therefore, Medivh's inclination in this matter is self-evident.

Marquis Cindy calmly followed Medivh. This guy was a Marquis of the Ritual Court, one of the "Five Heavenly Kings" under the Lord of War. If she was like this, it was clear that at least within the Ritual Court of Maldraxxus, Medivh had already unified the "thoughts".

That's what makes an outstanding collaborator.

They always prepare for all possible problems before anything truly significant happens, so their partners don't need to worry about it, and they never refuse the responsibilities they need to assume in the collaboration.

Without a doubt, Medivh is the perfect collaborator for anyone who wants to accomplish something big.

"My esteemed Marquis Sindani and I are in contact with the Sharp Eyes Institute, whose Lord Akalek is nicknamed 'The Eye of the Warlord,' and who controls the most outrageous intelligence system in all of Maldraxxus and even the entire Shadowlands."

But it was a true 'loyal subject'.

Unlike us 'petty people' who always think of our own interests in important matters, Lord Akalek is the Lord's true confidant and right-hand man.

On the flying platform of the Broker City, Medivh, who was about to return to his floating city, said softly:
"Therefore, I need to take this Warlord's Mark with me. The moment Lord Akalek sees it, his intelligence network will be at our disposal."

"The Marquis of Stradamar in the Withering Chamber is not easy to deal with. The Withering Plague that he controls can kill all creatures, including liches, if necessary."

Marquis Cindy said in a chilling tone:
"But fortunately, even the most 'poisonous' woman in the entire Shadow Kingdom, or even the entire universe, is still a woman. She has her own beloved potion master. Few people know that something very precious to the undead—uh, love—was born between these two."

Ugh, that word "weak" really disgusts me.

However, love has given the 'Queen of Poisons' a weakness, and we will eventually bring the difficult Marquis Stradamar into our camp through the lucky potion master Mariles.

We may not be friends, but we'll never be enemies.

"Your abilities are truly astounding."

Diakum remarked:
"You've already taken control of three of the five great houses of Maldraxxus. What about the other two? The Chosen House gathers war fanatics from all over the material world, while the Creation House is proficient in the world's best flesh and blood puppet making techniques."

They all wield formidable power, making them very difficult to deal with.

"what?"

Medivh looked at Diakum in surprise, and said in a stunned tone:

"So, the new Marquis Blackham of the Soul Selection Academy really wasn't someone you arranged?"

But ever since that warlike orc chieftain was sent to Maldraxxus by the Black Wolf God, he's been using your name to 'swindle and deceive' people.

He claimed to have fought an epic battle with you in Magora, and even said that he was a 'Starship Warrior' personally acknowledged by the Vigilant, which really garnered him many powerful warriors who had heard of you in life.

Those people were mostly demon hunters who faced the Burning Legion directly. They might not necessarily believe in Blackhand, but they all admired the 'Butcher of the Light'.

So, the mastermind has actually been lying all along, right?
He's not the strongman you acknowledge at all.

Marquis Cindy also said in a strange tone:
"After Lord Medivh's arrival, Chieftain Blackhand came knocking. He claimed to be a 'Friend of the Vigilantes' and obtained the full assistance of the Ritual Chamber. We helped him kill the former Marquis of the Chosen Chamber, Kexxus."

Although some problems arose, leading to another Soul Chosen Baron, Lord Velaz, leading his troops in rebellion, the Blackhand Chieftain had already subdued those traitors with his formidable power not long ago.

Now that the Chosen House is our loyal ally, the only one we really need to deal with is the stubborn Marquis Gamar of the Creation House.

But that guy isn't actually that hard to deal with.

It is ambitious and determined to rule all of Maldraxxus, turning all the undead into repulsive and rude constructs. The Blackhand Warchief has long disliked it.

All it takes is a single, albeit clumsy, provocation, and the two secret chambers will officially go to war.

"Uh"

Diakum truly never expected that the Black Hand Chieftain, whom he had personally purified, would be so shameless.

You weren't this "docile" when you dueled me in Draenor, so why are you trying to take advantage of me in Maldraxxus?
Did I authorize you to recruit those demon-slaying warriors in my name?
Pooh!
shameless!
They've turned the Heavenly Gang upside down!

"It seems I really need to make a trip to Maldraxxus to see my 'friend'."

Diakum said through gritted teeth:

"Yes, to meet this 'friend' I've never heard of before!"

"Hahaha."

Medivh let out a hearty laugh that didn't belong to a lich. He made a "please" gesture, and the portal to the Ritual Chamber floating city quietly opened.

However, before leaving, Diakum turned back and gave the Twin-World Walker some advice:

"You stay here and recruit scholars from the Brokerage Foundation who have some knowledge of the mysteries of the Firstborn, and establish an 'Academy' in Ms. Soria's floating city."

I can tell you definitively, my friend, that the Firstborn did not leave behind only one Zaremotis in the Shadowlands; they also have similar structures in other Force realms.

If we must delve into the secrets of the Firstborn, then it would be best to start now by forming such an academic organization, rather than handing it over to your greedy businessmen.

"Once the gates of Zaremotis open, I will lead you into the mysteries of the primordial creator."

The dual-realm traveler nodded, but said with some worry:

"I can't even trust my own people. As I said before, the Creator's knowledge has a certain 'seductive' quality; it's the 'influence' of His great knowledge on lower life forms. Even though they are wise now, no one can predict what will happen once they delve deeper into the subject."

This could become a new destabilizing factor.

"But if you want to fight something, you have to understand it first."

Dick said:
"Do not be afraid to step into unfamiliar lands. The fact that the destiny of the Shadowlands collapsed on its own shows that the Firstborn were not omniscient or omnipotent. They were just individuals of great power born from the beginning."

As for your concerns...
All I can tell you is that even getting started with the knowledge of the newly born is very difficult.

This knowledge chooses its own interpreters; it's a kind of 'self-encrypting' knowledge that won't allow itself to fall into the hands of those who want to use it for bad purposes.

Since the First Ones left these things behind, it means that they were also looking forward to the exploration and discovery of those who came after them. So, be bold, my friend.

Your later years don't need to be spent battling the void. Now that Kalecgos has returned, you should find a great cause to dedicate your life to.

The dual-realm traveler was easily persuaded.

Although it walks the path of emptiness, its self-awareness is that of a researcher who pursues "truth".

It nodded, looking rather spirited, and then said:

"So I'm just going to ignore Rafaam?"

"Don't worry about it. Any tricks our Supreme Thief King pulls in the Shadow Kingdom are all beneficial and harmless at this time. Besides, the guy he's targeting now is our enemy."

Dick shrugged and said:
"The cunning Emperor Denathius doesn't understand his own strength. He provoked Azshara first, and then me. Does he really think that we, the powerful beings of the Star Sea, have no temper?"
Let Rafaam cause him some trouble first.

The rest, I'll deal with when I get to Revendres. I have something very important to accomplish there.
"Yes, to ignite the sun, Revendres is the most important stop."

"Then I wish you a safe journey, sir."

Having completed its agreement with Diakum, the dual-world traveler felt a sense of relief. On the platform of the Broker Market, it waved goodbye to Diakum, saying:

"Goodbye to the Maw! I look forward to embarking on that ancient journey with you. Ah, my heart has not pounded so hard in a long time. A new journey, I feel as if I have come back to life."

Diakum also smiled and said goodbye.

When he arrived at the floating city of the Ritual Academy through the portal, the liches who were there to greet him cried out in terror.

Dick was momentarily confused, then Medivh reminded him:

"Your Excellency, a lesser god who coexists with light and shadow, please restrain your terrifying holy light. We cold, deathly scum cannot bear such intense light."

Have you forgotten that the Holy Light is also the nemesis of the undead?

“I’m sorry, that was an oversight. But since we met, you haven’t asked about your mother at all.”

As Dick withdrew his power, he whispered:

"Don't you really care at all?"

"Concern doesn't need to be spoken, just like family affection doesn't need to be faked."

The Lich Baron waved his hand and said:
“I will go back to her, and that will be enough.”

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The Marquis of the Soul Selection Academy has been having a very pleasant time lately.

Blackhand, the chieftain, longed to conquer all of Maldraxxus, and now he had finally gained control of the most elite force in this war-torn land.

The Soul Selection Academy is filled with top-tier hackers from various worlds. The destructive power these guys unleash in external wars is enough for the Black Hand Chieftain to lead them all the way to the edge of the Shadow Kingdom.

Even though Maldraxxus bears the responsibility of protecting destiny in the Shadowlands and is tasked with defending against all otherworldly invasions.

But that's all ancient history.

Especially in the eyes of the Black Hand Chieftain, since the Lord of War has disappeared, how can your destiny and such things still have any control over us new warriors?
Most importantly, Blackhand had his own intelligence network. He knew that the Maw had amassed a massive undead army powerful enough to shake the order of the material world. With the instincts of a war chieftain, Blackhand knew that the Shadow Kingdom was about to descend into chaos.

At that time, whoever had troops was the local warlord.

The moment the idiotic destiny collapses, the Shadowlands will enter the most insane "battle royale mode," where, before a new order is established, whoever has the biggest fist gets to call the shots.

This would have been the worst possible outcome, but not entirely for the belligerent greenskins.

Right now, the Black Hand Chieftain is studying the map of the Shadowlands, planning which kingdom he should lead the Chosen Ones to invade first should chaos break out.
But before Chief Blackhand could come up with an invasion plan, a commotion broke out outside.

He picked up his skull warhammer, forged by the bonesmith Helmir, which was almost identical to his Dark Hand warhammer except that it had a few psychic crystals floating around it and was filled with the power of the dead, and strode out of his marquis's tower.

Then he saw his most powerful gladiators and spirit knights gathering together and rushing out the door.

They were very excited, just like a group of "die-hard fans" chasing after celebrities.

Chief Blackhand could also hear those tough guys who would strike a cool pose when they killed someone shouting abstract phrases like "He's here," "It really is him!", "The legend has arrived," and "The Soul Selection Academy is honored."

This made the mastermind realize something was wrong.

He quickly mounted his powerful and mighty armored war bull, a specialty of Maldraxxus, a type of constructed war beast.

With its massive size, two tails resembling scorpions, incredible stomping power, and fearlessness in the face of any enemy, it is the favorite vehicle of the necromancers of Maldraxxus.

But when the Blackhand Chieftain burst out of the Chosen Ones' fortress, his heart sank.

He saw a familiar figure striding alone towards him, a golden halo enveloping the back of his head. Wherever the giant went, the excited demon slayers knelt down on one knee and sang praises to the Vigilant and the Holy Light Slayer.

Some of them even actually followed the Vigilantes in the war against demons, especially in the purification of Mardon.

The black hand was completely numb.

In order to quickly gather strength, he claimed to be a friend of the Vigilant and to be entrusted with a mission by the Vigilant. This quickly united his brave demon slayers into a cohesive force. However, the downside was that he had run into the Vigilant's true identity by using the Vigilant's name to deceive and swindle.

Originally this was nothing.

Chief Blackhand did not believe that someone as powerful as Diakum would fall into the realm of death.

His scam is impossible to expose.

But now, that damned Diakum has actually come to Maldraxxus, and the more hype he gave to win people over, the bigger the side effects will be.

Those demon slayers truly believed they were carrying out a secret mission for the Watchers, to accumulate strength in this land of death, and to one day return to the material world to continue fighting demons. The arrival of the Watchers seemed to indicate that they had received the blessing of the noble ones.

Diakum walked past the kneeling, ecstatic psychic warriors on either side, and with a wave of his hand, as if bestowing upon these loyal and valiant demon slayers his power of light and shadow.

The fact that they were still willing to unite as one for the lies woven by the mastermind even after death proves their loyalty to the cause of exterminating demons.

Moved by this, Diakum bestowed the Ashbringer's legacy upon these psychics.

Don't ask why the Blessing of the Light works on dead creatures. The Kyrians in the Shadowlands can even use some Holy Light spells. The answer is that's how the Firstborn's underlying code is written.

The Ashbringer is not just a power, but also a legacy of will and courage!
More demon slayers knelt down on both sides of the road.

They chanted the name of the Watcher in unison, and with each chant, the Blackhand Chieftain's face darkened further.

Until Diakum walked up to him and looked at him with a gentle yet teasing gaze, the Death Marquis of the Soul-Chosen Secret Academy gritted his teeth and picked up his skull warhammer, wishing he could use it to hit the annoying Diakum right there and then.

However, he ultimately did not do so.

Before everyone's eyes, Chief Blackhand leaped off his war bull and shouted:
"In your name, Vigilant! I have forged an army for you in the realm of death. When will you lead us back to the Sea of ​​Matter to continue our expedition against the demons?"

Hmph, you're ruining my plans, aren't you?

Chief Blackhand stared at Diakum, passing this cunning question to the Vigilant, intending to make Diakum look foolish here.

As everyone has seen, I've assembled a massive army precisely to go back and fight the demons!

But if the Watchers cannot bring us back to the material world, it is not my fault, but the Watchers' incompetence.

Diakum couldn't hide this little trick from the saint. He laughed and revealed the rune sword that the Lord of War had personally forged, letting light and shadow resonate within it and unleash waves of great power.

He loudly proclaimed:

"The invincible Lord of War is now our ally and the commander of the army of death on its expedition against the Burning Legion! He is currently planning a victorious surprise attack on the demons somewhere. Demon slayers, be patient!"
Soon, we will return to the sea of ​​matter!
Soon, those foolish demons who thought they had defeated us will realize that the curse of death has not weakened us; on the contrary, we have turned the curse into power!

Even the fiercest demon cannot kill us again, but even the most cunning demon cannot escape the judgment of death.

It's not just demons, warriors; the thieves of the Sea of ​​Darkness are also plotting a sinister war, but they don't know that war is a blessing for you.

Therefore, I would say
Enjoy this glorious age of conquest, you dead.

When the age of sunshine arrives, you who have crawled out of the abyss of death will ultimately reign supreme!

(End of this chapter)