Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 682, Section 50. Upon learning that Diakum was prepared to honor his contract, the excited old Ansu decided to kill himself.
"Ok?"

After the troll Shadow Hunter finished speaking, all the elves present were dumbfounded.

The elves were all intelligent, so they easily discerned something ominous from the troll's claim.

The Sun King then bluntly rebuked him:

"This concerns the very survival of Queen Azshara, and is clearly an internal affair of our elves. To other civilizations, she is merely a dazzling symbol. Forgive my bluntness, but trolls, you have no reason to interfere!"

You shouldn't have gotten involved either.

"No, no, no, of course we have every reason to do so."

The troll's shadow hunter let out an eerie laugh. It seemed to have been holding back its laughter for a long time, and now it could finally laugh heartily, drawing out its words:

"You have 'stolen' the name of 'elf' for far too long. If we Zandalari trolls—cough cough—we Zandalari elven empire want to regain our honor, then we must obtain the recognition of the most legitimate elven royal authority."

So, you can all stay in Quel'Thalas.

The war here is also dangerous, and you don't need to get involved in the mess in the Broken Islands.

"You have a beautiful idea!"

The Phoenix Guardian Farodis understood almost instantly what these troll brats were up to: they wanted to steal all the laws that made the elves the "darlings of the world," practically digging up the elves' very foundation.

The old lich, suppressing his unease, rebuked:

"Do you really think Azshara will accept your allegiance? Do you really think the Elven Queen will be willing to sit on your golden throne?"

She will only kill you!

"No, she won't!"

The troll shadow hunter stood up, shrugged, and its eyes, hidden beneath the voodoo mask, swept around with a mocking gaze. Amidst the varied expressions of the elves, it calmly said:

"You elves who call yourselves descendants of Azshara don't even know what your queen is doing right now, but we do! Not only do we know, we've also helped her 'expedition'."

Ah, if the dark trolls are unwilling to return to the orthodoxy of the Zandalari Empire, then the Empire will follow your path and embark on the evolution of the 'elves'.

Most importantly, this divine evolution comes directly from the approval and blessing of Mother World.

Elves
Ah, you who have already entered a 'dead end' on the path of evolution should be swept into the dustbin of history. Fate will prove that only the oldest, most resilient, and most powerful inheritance, only the most promising 'eldest son of the world,' are qualified to stand in the most prominent position behind Mother World.

But that won't be you!
At the very least, it wouldn't be 'elves' like you.

Your stigmatization of us should have ended long ago. When the 'Glory Queen' of the Zandalari Elven Empire sits on the Throne of All Spirits in Dazar'alor, the future that belongs to her and us will fully unfold.

At that time, who will be the civilized prodigal son who has returned home, and who will be the barbaric one who has gone astray?
I!
Vol'jin, the Shadow Hunter of the Dark Spear Elf Legion, is really looking forward to it.

"Insanity!"

Even the Kaldorei Archdruids couldn't stand it anymore.

Although the night elves, in their self-perception since the War of the Ancients, had long since "excluded" themselves from the elven empire of Azshara, this did not mean that the Kaldorei could ignore the trolls' "rebellious" behavior at this time.

They don’t really care about Azshara and that ridiculous claim of civilization, but if Azshara really becomes the “Troll Queen,” won’t all the elves of Azeroth become a laughing stock?

Moreover, when it comes to the blood feud with trolls over the past ten thousand years, Kaldorena is undoubtedly the "troll killer." Look around the entire continent of Kalimdor, where are there any organized troll clans?

There is a small clan of Shatterspear trolls in the northern part of Darkshore, near Moonglade, but those trolls are known as "pacifists".

They spend their days singing and dancing in their own valleys, basically ignoring the Zandalari Empire's summons and never intervening in any external wars. They live a very comfortable life, which has lasted for ten thousand years, allowing the Kaldorei to put aside their doubts about the Shattered Spear Clan.

But apart from the Shattered Spear, the troll clans of Kalimdor were almost wiped out by the night elves.

Well, in this situation, if Azshara becomes the Troll Queen, the combined "national and personal grudges" between the two sides might lead to Azshara launching a campaign against the Kaldorei elves the very next day after her coronation.

No way!
The Kaldorei really don't want to fight Azshara again!
But the troll didn't give them any more time to refute or argue. It was just a messenger; important figures like the Dark Prophet and the Princess of All Souls had already begun their work and wouldn't give up halfway just because the elves objected.

After the troll left, the elves in the meeting room fell into an awkward silence. But after a dozen seconds of silence, the Sun King said in a serious tone:
"Unite, unite once more! This time, all the elven races must join forces, not only to ensure that Queen Azshara is not recruited by the Lich King into a terrifying 'God of Death,' but also to do everything possible to stop the trolls from fulfilling their ineffable and even incomprehensible ambitions."

This is no longer a problem faced by just one Pokémon family.

"My friends, please convey this to your leader: this is a matter that all elves must take seriously."

"But where do we find the extra energy to launch a rescue operation on the Broken Isles?"

Broll Bearskin sighed and said:

"The whole world is engulfed in war, and this is before the demons have even truly arrived. Once Kil'jaeden the Conqueror's army arrives, things will only get worse. Every army should be used wisely."

"If we squeeze it out, we should still be able to put together an army."

The old lich Farodis said:

“Let each race send its own people, and then send a commander that everyone trusts, or even let our Sun King personally lead the army to the Broken Isles. His prestige as the savior can convince the people.”

"no!"

Kael'thas shook his head and said:
“In this time of war, I must remain with my people. If I must choose a commander, let Lady Sylvanas of House Windrunner represent Quel'Thalas. Although she will face the dangers of Frostmourne, I believe the women of House Windrunner will never let victory slip through their fingers.”

“We have an elite force at Black Rook Castle in the Broken Isles.”

Broel Bearskin said:

"The lady there is none other than Lady Elisana Ravencrest, daughter of the Black Raven King. Her family guards are all former members of the King's Guard who have retired and can provide you with assistance in the Broken Isles."

"We don't need to say anything more."

The messenger of the Highborne proclaimed:

"Azsuna is our ancient homeland, and we will never abandon it. I suggest that neither of you need to bring more soldiers. We can provide warriors, but we need strong commanders and powerful warriors to storm Suramar if necessary."

Ideally, a few saviors should accompany it; if Frostmourne were to unleash its evil power, the power of the world would be needed to suppress it.

Under the "pressure" brought by the trolls, the elves, who were already at odds with each other, quickly reached a consensus. This efficiency even made the attendees chuckle.

Sure enough, the elves, who were practically a "disorganized mess," only truly united when facing demons and trolls.

"Tsk, His Majesty Kael'thas is indeed a master of diplomacy."

The Empress, who witnessed the entire event, remarked as she left the conference room:
"Look at how well he's managed the Sin'dorei diplomacy. I even think that even if we didn't come, the demonic minions wouldn't be able to take down the fully armed Quel'Thalas. The Lich King and the Nightmare King are sure to suffer a crushing defeat this time."

But they were never the real trouble; the demon offspring that followed were the ones that needed to be taken seriously.

Before she could finish speaking, Queen Daenerys cried out in pain, clutching her stomach. The powerful half-elf warrior's expression was unusually complex and strange at that moment, prompting Lady Lanathere to blink and whisper:
"Don't tell me you've only been married a short time! Elves and half-elves are known for their difficulty in breeding, and you've already gotten pregnant so quickly. Does Emperor Lothar spend all his time lying on your belly except when he's dealing with imperial affairs?"
This isn't right! You weren't like this when we grew up together.

"Shut up! It can't be that fast."

The Queen reached out and covered Lana's mouth, her expression complex and tinged with resentment as she sighed, "..."

"It's all that damned watchman's fault!"
Before he left, he cast a lewd spell on me called 'True Word: Pregnancy,' claiming it was a blessing, but I'm really not ready to raise a child yet. For a half-elf's lifespan, I'm still just a young man myself."

"Hmm? You mean, the Watchers can use the power of the Holy Light to bless mortals with 'many children and many blessings'?"

Daenerys was grumbling fiercely, but she didn't notice Queen Lana'thel's eyes light up.
She glanced at Daenerys's abdomen beneath her armor, then touched her own abdomen, a thoughtful look appearing in her eyes, as if she were pondering something.

Lothar is a human and Daenerys is a half-elf. Even without Diakum's blessing, these two will definitely have children in the future, and most likely more than one.

But Kael'thas and Kael'thas were both pure-blooded elves, and the couple would be grateful if they could have one healthy child in their lifetime.

Not all female elves can be like the "heroic mother" Lady Lilesa, who gave birth to four children in the first half of her life. To be honest, the "many children, many blessings" of the Windrunner family in this generation is considered "legendary" by all the elves.

But now, the appearance of Diakum, the "Holy Sun of Fertility," seems to offer a glimmer of hope for the elves' pitifully low birth rate.

Of course, this wasn't something that could be said publicly. Lanatheil planned to ask privately after the battle how to obtain the blessing of "Vigilant's Power Word: Pregnancy." However, as the two noble ladies left the palace, Lanatheil asked curiously:
"You don't seem worried about the issues that the leaders care about, or about Azshara's fate?"

"I just think they're worrying unnecessarily. What era are we living in? They're still clinging to the 'orthodox' label and refusing to let go. It's ridiculous!"

Daenerys made no attempt to hide her contempt for the various elven races; she whispered:
“My husband believes that racism is the worst thing in the world, and that many ambitious people incite this narrow-minded thinking for their own benefit. The more the elves cling to the past, the more they will be looked down upon by Mother World.”

On the other hand, the trolls are much more assertive!

They see it very clearly: in an era where the Supreme Star Soul has awakened, only by gaining the approval of Mother World can civilization prosper.

Do you really think the trolls went to save Azshara in the name of the 'empire'?

no!
That was just the trolls being petty, trying to mock and ridicule us. Their real intention at that moment was to bring back Mother World's most beloved 'daughter'.

Well, although I shouldn't say this, our Mother World is indeed 'biased'.

Whoever brings Azshara back will make Mother World overjoyed. Ah, the elves just can't see what's truly important; instead, they're fixated on the name of a long-destroyed empire. How laughable!

These comments made Queen Lana'thel blink, and she said suspiciously:
"This doesn't seem like a conclusion your brain could come to, so this is Emperor Lothar's opinion on these matters, right? But Emperor Lothar is a prudent leader; he would never discuss these things in public."

so.
"Wow, so this is what you two talk about after making a baby late at night? Is this what the emperor's daily life is like? Don't they even exchange sweet nothings in their private chambers?"

"How dare you speak like that! Is this something you can say in public?"

Daenerys blushed with anger and was about to punish her best friend, whom she had grown up with, when the two rushed out of the palace and saw the troll shadow hunter in the palace garden, talking to a chattering three-eyed raven.

Daenerys grabbed Lanathel's hand, signaling her to be quiet, and the two approached the garden to eavesdrop on the conversation between the trolls and the messenger of Anzu.

"Are you sure Diakum went to Ardenweald?"

Anzu's three-eyed raven hopped and skipped on the branch and asked:
Are you sure?

"Of course, Your Excellency, this is firsthand news sent back by our clan's Loa god!"

The Shadow Hunter, Vol'jin, said very seriously:

"My Loa are special beings. They have a mysterious connection with our Death Gods, and although Bwonsamdi has been missing for a long time, he still has his own 'connections' in the Shadowlands. This message was delivered to me this morning after being passed through several Loa intermediaries, and they requested that I pass it on to you."

The Vigilante has only been in the Shadowlands for a short time, yet he has already accomplished several great things. His journey to Ardenweald may well be to fulfill some promise he made to you.”

"Ah, I thought that busy man Diakum had forgotten about finding me a wife!"

Ansu was very excited.

Its messenger hopped and skipped on the branch, saying:

"Now that Diakum has gone to the land of the dead where Rukhmar resides, I can certainly expect my wife to return to the world of the living in the not-too-distant future. Ah, after being alone for thousands of years, I can finally savor the joy of reunion again. However... however, I cannot simply wait!"
I have to do something.

Let me think... Instead of just staying cooped up in my material world, perhaps I should be more proactive."

Ansu quickly made its judgment. It lowered its head and said to Woking:
"Please convey my gratitude to the Loa who delivered the message. When my wife and I return from the Shadowlands, I will certainly send my Loa companions a generous gift."

"what?!"

The Woking people were dumbfounded.

It exclaimed:

"What do you mean you and your wife will return from the Shadowlands together? You're not Death, you can't cross the line between life and death. Holy crap! You wouldn't, would you?"
No!
This is the moment when all demigods need to work together; you can't choose to die for these things!

"Yes, I know, so I must choose a way to die that is noble enough, to contribute to Azeroth while satisfying my desire to die immediately. Please understand, troll, but I have indeed been lonely for too long."

The messenger of the god Anzu let out a few sharp cries to the sky, his excitement visibly palpable.

After a moment, it said loudly:

"It's decided! My good brother Red Elf's temple is currently under attack by a horde of damned Mogu and Naga. That's one of the four great temples of Pandaria. I, a righteous person, cannot stand by and watch the temple fall."

Ah, I will dedicate myself to the cause of justice!!!

Lukma, wait for me!
Your husband is here.

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Several tens of minutes later, outside the Temple of the Cranes in Pandaria, a group of Red Elf monks dressed in white robes of flame clouds gathered together, praying for Anzu, the Midnight Raven God who had died there while risking his life to save them.

Some sentimental Pandaren monks, looking at the Raven God's body, which was covered in wounds from the fierce battle, even shed tears of emotion.

They sang praises of the greatness and selflessness of the god Ansu, but on the high platform of Zhuhe Temple, the elegant crane god Chijing sighed helplessly.

It knew why Anzu had rushed to support its temple like a madman, even though the attacks of the undead and the Naga were not enough to destroy the Zhuhe Temple, and there was no need to sacrifice a demigod today.

But Zhu He is a kind-hearted person. It knows An Su's inner conflict, and when it sees its friend so excitedly sacrificing himself for justice, it guesses the cause and effect.

"All evils stem from inner demons."

Zhu He danced gracefully on the platform, bidding farewell to and sending blessings to her friend in this way.

May Ansu achieve her wish this time, and may the Midnight Raven God travel far from the darkness and finally return to the world under the blazing sun. Ah, what a beautiful love!

(End of this chapter)