Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 701, 69. There's a very professional term for this situation, something like "the husband commits a crime in the present moment"?

“I have examined that army of Abyssal Oathsworn, and I am quite certain that the lower-ranking Abyssal Oathsworn had already had most of their minds worn down during the painful process of completing their physical reshaping. In the Warden’s plan, they were clearly intended to play the role of ‘war puppets’ who could carry out missions but would not think too much.”

Only mid-to-high-ranking commanders and higher-ranking Maw lords retain vibrant emotions and personal will; these individuals are placed in Soulsteel fortresses throughout the Maw to serve as commanders.

Although in my opinion, these Maw Lords are not that powerful.

However, from a mortal's perspective, I must admit that they are equivalent to the oppressive force that the Burning Legion can exert.

Do not!
The Yuan Shi army might be in even greater danger.

Because demons are generally mindless, only thinking about destruction and slaughter, but the Abyssal Oathkeepers have a clear command and tactical system, and demons will also be afraid and flee when they encounter powerful enemies, especially the lower-ranking demons.

However, in the army of the dead, no individual at the grassroots level experiences the emotion of 'fear'.

As long as the rank-and-file commanders remain steadfast in their fighting spirit, this army of Abyssal Oathbreakers can continue to operate even with nearly 100% casualties, and they possess the 'command' trait bestowed upon them by the Warden.

Every life they kill rises up as an undead and becomes their servant army.

For ordinary people hampered by low morale and lack of organization, such a silent army that sweeps everything aside is clearly invincible.

In the most luxurious hall of the Veil Market, the floating city of Brokers, where ships were still docked to repair damage and reset their course, Azshara, having bathed, cleansed herself, and slept to regain her radiance, was lounging in a comfortable chair, holding a cup of red tea that the Brokers had obtained from the material world, chatting with Diakum, who had come at her summons.

This was a "lady's afternoon tea" time, and also a moment for Queen Azshara to share her "living life in the Maw" over the past period.

She wore a very tasteful moon-white dress, which made the queen even more radiant than her previous battle form.

Even just sitting here, you can attract everyone's attention.

Even Diakum, sitting there, needed to recite scriptures in his mind every now and then to keep himself from falling into Azshara's outrageous "natural charm".

The Queen herself was of course completely unconcerned about this natural release of charm; in fact, she always regarded it as part of her "royal majesty."

Seeing her court advisors meticulously recording her remarks, Queen Azshara sipped her tea and said:

“Life in the Maw is painful, so preserving one’s personal will does not bring happiness to those who are high-ranking Maw Oaths, but how should I put it?”

As the only region in the Shadowlands not bound by destiny, these high-ranking Abyssal Oathbreakers were not all tricked and deceived by the Jailer.

Through my interrogation of some of the higher-ranking Oathsworn who were unfortunate enough to become prey in my hunt, I learned that a considerable number of them had voluntarily submitted to Zovar's command, simply to escape that pervasive and corrupt destiny.

There are defectors from all the major covenants, but the largest number are obviously the blue angels of Bastion.

Even though I've never been to Bastion, the sheer number of defectors is enough to suggest that the Dead World under the eldest daughter's rule might truly be disappointing.

Clearly, the eldest daughter did not understand the 'art of ruling'.

In the world of 'queens,' she's a terrible example of what not to do.

Azshara's insightful comments were quite reasonable, prompting Diakum to nod repeatedly. After noting down the "Queen's words," he replied:

"My eldest daughter has 'graduated' from the Shadowlands, Your Majesty. When I learned that she was struggling with the career development system in the Shadowlands and found it difficult to break through, I extended an invitation to her in the name of the 'High Heavens'."

Currently, the eldest daughter, Graceia, has resumed her work in the realm of Holy Light, and perhaps you will see her again on the battlefield where Holy Light glitters in the future.

"Oh?"

Azshara became interested.

She handed the black tea in her hand to the royal steward, Winnie, who was standing beside her, then sat up straight and asked:
"The Holy Light Realm of 'Supreme Heaven' has only just reappeared from its ancient seal, hasn't it? What kind of miraculous secret method did you use to make it able to accommodate a true god-level soul so quickly? I have a feeling that this will be an answer that will pique my curiosity."

"That's not what you're asking about."

Diakum smiled, his eyes revealing his understanding of human nature. Looking into Azshara's bright eyes, he asked:
"What you really care about is how I, the Holy Light Walker, can gain control of the High Heavens. This is very important to you because the Pantheon, the holy site of the arcane realm, is currently without a leader."

You want to replicate my actions, don't you?

"As expected of the court advisor I personally selected, he has a sharp eye."

Azshara exclaimed in admiration, then nodded and said:
“That’s right, that’s one of my goals. Arcane Force has been dormant in the Star Sea for too long. With other Forces already stirring, how can Arcane Force, which represents order, continue to lie dormant?”

If the Titans' efforts in the last era failed, then those beings should voluntarily relinquish control of the Pantheon, allowing wiser and more motivated successors to try.

“I can certainly share with you the whole process of how I obtained the High Heaven, but Your Majesty, the ruins of the Pantheon and the High Heaven are completely different concepts.”

Dick patiently explained:

"Leaving aside the fact that the true domain of arcane force should be in the astral plane, the Pantheon is merely an 'arcane throne' established by the Titans. Even if you find the Pantheon, it would be difficult for you to inherit and control it under the current circumstances."

the reason is simple.

Your Majesty, Norgannon, who was transformed into a corrupted Titan, failed in Draenor. He fell victim to the combined attacks of me and Lord Argus, and his Titan soul was freed after his corrupted body collapsed.

Norgannon is the 'Dreamweaver,' and legend has it that all the arcane magic and arcane arts of the current Material Star Sea originate from Him.

What you are using is also the knowledge and power spread by Norgannon and the Pantheon.

The Titan's soul is currently trapped within the planet Draenor, but it won't be trapped forever.

"So, if I want to inherit the Arcane Throne of the Pantheon, I have to defeat the Dreamweaver?"

Azshara furrowed her brow in a captivating way.

Diakum looked embarrassed and whispered:
“What I mean is, you could try to obtain Norgannon’s arcane legacy, but on the other hand, your thinking isn’t wrong either. I think a proud soul like yours would not allow yourself to kneel at the feet of a Titan.”

You've made similar mistakes before; you won't fall on the same stone twice.

"Ha, how audacious!"

Azshara glared at Diakum and said:
"To point out my most painful past to my face? Is this how you Eredar serve your king?"

“We Eredar have no kings, and therefore no experience of serving kings has been passed down. I have been so rude that I have disappointed you, but that is the truth.”

Diakum smiled and replied in a gentle tone:
"Anyone who wants to become the master of the Eredar will have their head chopped off! Alright, let's not talk about such unpleasant topics, my lord. Let's continue discussing the Maw and the army of Zovaar."

Having dealt with them for so long, your knowledge of the Abyssal Oathbreakers certainly goes beyond what's mentioned above.

I really hope to hear more of your assessment of the Oathbringers. I believe your insightful comments will be truly enlightening for us listeners.

Azshara stared at Diakum with a look of keen interest.

The previous meeting in Pandaria was too rushed, and there wasn't enough time to properly appreciate the soul before her. The reply she just received, which was delivered with a hint of sarcasm, was offensive. Azshara couldn't remember the last time someone had reprimanded her like that.

Although the Queen was somewhat stagnant, after experiencing a heart-wrenching defeat and eternal repentance, she was clearly not the same as before.

Instead of dwelling on Diakum's offense, he went along with what he said:
"In my opinion, the high-ranking Abyssal Oaths generally believe that the Warden will lead them to overthrow the terrible system in the heavens, and they firmly believe that they will personally usher in a new era for the Shadowlands. Therefore, the Abyssal Oaths Legion is a very standard and quite qualified villainous force."

They have clear goals, as well as the means and plans to achieve them. More importantly, the members of this organization are united in thought, clearly understanding that their current forbearance is for a greater good. This drive alone is enough to far surpass the current state of the four major alliances.

In fact, if Warden Zovar could give up his desire for the mysterious 'Zalemotes' and honestly and practically use 'armed revolution' to conquer one death zone after another and eventually unify the Shadowlands, with the help of Emperor Denathrius, his trump card, the success rate would be quite high.

Unfortunately

At this point, Azshara seemed to empathize, and she sighed, saying:
"The warden made many mistakes that not-so-wise kings would make; he seemed to prefer some kind of supernatural, metaphysical power that was above reality to seizing power by force."

He did indeed create the Maw and the entire Mawsworn Legion as we know them today, but in His plan to reshape all things, this legion is not a priority.

He might prefer that the Oathsworn help him pave the way to Zaremotis.

Once they arrived at that place, the army was no longer of any use.

Hmm, that's not quite right either.

The warden may be planning that after he has personally reshaped reality, and after that "brave new world" arrives, when all individuals and all souls can break free from the shackles of "fate," his Abyssal Army can then head to the material star sea and the six realms to conquer those who are unwilling to submit to the "perfect order."

Really sorry.

Zovar forged a deadly blade as dangerous as the Burning Legion, yet he had no intention of drawing it at the right time. This flawed and weak strategic thinking sealed the Warden's fate.

A hit!

At this moment, Diakum had to admit that Azshara's judgment was truly sharp.

Relying on her time living in the Shadowlands, she managed to figure out Zovar's plans in such a short period of time and made a judgment that was almost identical to the events in the official history.

She keenly sensed the vulnerability within Zovar, this seemingly tough "idealist."

Therefore, under Diakum's gaze, which was filled with surprise and admiration, Queen Azshara shook her head and made her final judgment on Zovar:
"Zovar is a guy who is superstitious about the power of the Firstborn but neglects his own efforts. He claims to establish an order that is more perfect than the destiny of the Firstborn, but he doesn't even believe in his own power."

Such a person can only become a thug who destroys the existing system, and is incapable of bringing any change or a possible bright future.

We must stop Him!

Azshara extended her hand, and Wee Nari immediately handed the Queen a glass of mild, suitable juice.

The alluring queen took a sip of her juice and said:
"If He were to actually reach Zaremotes and obtain the power of the Firstborn, it would be a catastrophe for the entire world. He simply does not have the capacity to wield such power."

"Wonderful!"

Diakum applauded, cheering for the Queen's brilliant analysis and speech, but Azshara showed little joy.

Isn't it perfectly normal for a supreme queen to possess supreme wisdom?

Since it's a normal thing, what's there to be happy about?
After Diakum finished clapping, Azshara tossed her long hair and asked:
"So, when do you plan to go to Zaremotis?"

"After dealing with Emperor Denathrius and reaching some kind of 'agreement' with Zovar."

Dick replied:
"I invited you here for these two reasons. Please rest assured, you also have a ticket to the Holy Tomb of the Firstborn, but I have one request."

"explain."

"Take nothing from it except the knowledge! When it's all over, we must destroy it! Destroy it forever and completely."

"Okay, I agree."

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"Explain yourself! Whose sword does this belong to?!"

While Azshara and Diakum were talking, in another part of the Veil Market, the Demon Sword Remonia, who had just been "maintained" by the Spirit Weaponsmith, was in a good mood, like a fairy who had just had a beauty spa treatment, feeling adorable.

Before his good mood could even last a few minutes, the Demon Sword keenly spotted Sachiel carrying a unique weapon case into the weapon's maintenance area.

The moment the box was opened, the demon sword exploded.

Because inside the weapon case lay a scarlet demon sword that was seven parts similar to it, differing only in the details.

Remonia could tell that this was merely a weapon prototype, not yet imbued with the power of death, but that was enough to instill a strong sense of crisis in it. Amidst her stern rebuke, Sachiel glanced at the demonic sword and said in a strange tone:
"You must be Remonia, right? The legendary weapon that betrayed the Emperor and chose to follow a mortal queen! The Emperor missed you so much, yet you fawn over your new master."

Pooh!
That's a disgrace to Winsea.

The Emperor's decision to forge a new weapon for himself was indeed correct. The sword you see before you is the most exquisite design and craftsmanship from the Shadowlands. After this maintenance, it will be sent to the Maw to be given to the Runemaster to imbue it with supreme power. Afterward, Emperor Denathrius will possess the true blade of loyalty.

As for you.
"Hmph, traitors don't deserve to be remembered."

"I am not a traitor!"

Remonia is now famous.

She roared:

"I just can't get rid of the mistress's control. She's a true genius. By studying Zovar's power sample, she mastered the rules of the power of domination. She used her own power of domination to modify my understanding."

I was forced to obey!
I'm still loyal to that bastard Denathrius.
No, that's not what I really think. I've been molded into this image, and I still want to go back to that bastard's hands.

"Alright! That's enough! Behave yourself, Lady Demon Sword."

Sachiel coldly rebuked:
"In your current indecent state, you are no longer qualified to follow the supreme sovereign who is destined to rule over death and life. The emperor also does not have the vulgar habit of picking up other weapons to use."

You've been expelled!

You will no longer be welcome at Winsea and Revendres.

"Now, step aside. I must complete the maintenance of the esteemed 'King's Mourning' magic sword. From now on, it will replace you as the most perfect weapon and symbol of power in the hands of Emperor Denathrius."

"Don't even think about it! You won't take my place!"

The Demon Sword was inherently a madman, and now, driven mad, it roared and pounced, trying to sever the Demon Sword prototype that was about to take its place.

Sachir didn't even try to stop it; he just watched coldly.

As soon as Remonia rushed over, the un-energized but perfectly crafted demonic sword prototype leaped up and slashed at Remonia's hilt, sending her flying.

The still-unfinished "King's Mourning" hangs proudly in the air, declaring in this way that the era belonging to Remonia has come to an end.

Amidst Sachiel's cold laughter, the Demon Sword Maiden lay like a defeated dog on the floor of the weapons room, her mournful cries audible if you got close.

She has lost everything.
Denathius couldn't wait to choose a new demonic sword for Him after He had only been missing for a short time. Ha! What did He's endured all that hardship under Azshara's tyranny for so long?

damn thing!
A heartless man.
Die with your new demon sword!

(End of this chapter)