Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 715, Chapter 83. Dia JOJO! Didn't expect that, did you? This is my escape route! - Bonus Chapter [25]

(Bonus chapter for the "Overseas Lingjinggan" brother [2/5])
Ravendes was able to see the sun today, a rare occurrence.

In this perpetually gloomy place, sunshine is an absolute rarity. However, amidst the still-unresolved chaos, no one, including Winsea, has the leisure to come and see the magnificent blood-red sunset.

They are busy fighting amongst themselves, seizing every minute to stab each other in the back and regarding it as the highest ideal in life.

Even if the death knell of Emperor Denathrius has resounded throughout Revendreth, so what?
The Emperor's death is indeed a major event, but will the Emperor's death stop the Venthyrs from harming each other?
Obviously not. Revendreth is a sacred place bestowed upon us Venthyrs by destiny, a place for us to stab each other in the back. No matter what happens, nothing can stop these psionic vampires from enjoying their decadent entertainment.

They often try to sabotage each other when they have nothing else to do. Right now, during this period of great reshuffling due to the change of regime, with the support of this "serious matter," the entire Nasrijab is bound to be a bloodbath today, all for the sake of power, status, and resources.

The fact that the new leader's orders haven't been issued yet means that this Winning-of-the-Winter tournament in Wenthyr is far from over.

Perhaps what Emperor Denathrius said when he revealed his ruthlessness and madness was really true: did he really expect these fallen sinners to live in peace and prosperity by cleverly keeping them in Revendres?
Combine this with the Emperor's statement, "All sins will be repaid, only in a different way."
Hiss, it's terrifying to think about. Perhaps the Venthyr's culture of infighting and racial traditions are also a way of "paying off their sins"?

But Diakum was not a mad leader like Denathrius. The Warrior of Light could not tolerate the corrupt atmosphere of Revendreth and felt very uncomfortable there. Therefore, after collecting the Emperor's remains, the Vigilant immediately decided to leave.

However, before leaving, Diakum went inside Fort Nathria.

This place was cleaned up by "Eclipse Night" before, and now it is very, very clean.

Diakum could vouch for his reputation that Nathria Castle was now a place devoid of evil, for all evil and its carriers had been swallowed up by the eternal night of the eclipse.

There is no evil here, and there is no more Wensey here.

There are no longer any living beings with the flame of life here; only the "living darkness" hidden in the corners will recall that terrifying "feast" at some point.

However, the once desolate Fort Nathria has undergone some changes, such as the flag of its "new master" now flying atop the crimson tower.

The war banners of the Elven Empire from ten thousand years ago and Azshara's personal flags fluttered in the wind across the land of Venthyr, which seemed provocative. However, considering Azshara's considerable fame in Revendreth and her good relationship with Prince Renathal, the next King of Venthyr, it was unlikely that any Venthyr would jump out to accuse Azshara of arrogance.

After all, in just a few days, this magnificent castle that once belonged to Emperor Denathrius might rise from the ground and transform into a floating city, becoming the supreme magical palace of the queen.

This is the "compensation" that both parties had agreed upon beforehand.

The Watcher walked through the grand hall with its ornate red carpet, ascending to the throne room, where Azshara was leaning against Emperor Denathrius's extravagant red velvet throne, perusing the emperor's private diary.

Behind her, several of her arcane mirrors were busy adjusting the dim magic mirrors.

Denathius arranged Venthyr Mirrors around the throne room, which could see any corner of the Shadowlands and, with the aid of arcane magic, could travel to any corner.

This was clearly a wonderful invention, perfect for a very "narcissistic" leader like Azshara, so she wanted to restore them as soon as possible. Unfortunately, these mirrors had also been bathed in the eternal night of the eclipse, causing the Venthyr spells on them to become completely ineffective.

If this were anyone else, there would be absolutely no way to fix it, and they would have to ask the Venthyr spellcasting masters to come and repair it. But who is Azshara? She can only repair a few magic mirrors. Why would she need anyone else?
The Queen casually flipped through the magic mirror's diagrams of spell principles, and could repair them in no time, even making improvements for you in a few seconds.

A genius is someone who can do whatever they want.

"I've come to return your sword."

Diakum surveyed the overly luxurious decorations around him, which carried a hint of "corrupt beauty." He offered no opinion, but instead handed the seemingly dormant magic sword, Remonia, to Azshara.

He explained:

"The demonic sword's will to venge itself was too ferocious. It withstood the erosion of the Eclipse Night at its core and delivered a fatal blow to Denathrius. The price was that it was severely invaded by the Eclipse."

She had previously chosen to 'self-harm' in order to follow you, and this time the weapon spirit is severely injured. You may need to spend a lot of effort to restore her to her previous state.

“But my follower, with my permission, has completed her revenge. She has put the past behind her and is now able to follow her mistress without any distractions.”

Azshara closed Denathrius's private diary, reached out and took the silent, cursed sword, and said:

"Therefore, for Remonia, this setback is merely a delicate juncture in embracing a new life, which is truly a good thing for her. Would you like to take a look at the Emperor's private diary?"
All I can say is that it's packed with interesting information.

“No need. Even though He is dead, it is still against my morals to look through someone’s personal belongings without permission.”

Diakum solemnly shook his head.

Just as Azshara was about to complain about how boring this guy was, the Vigilant suddenly changed the subject and said:
"But if a friend with a flexible bottom line in private morality insists on telling me what is recorded in this diary, I can only listen critically and, after satisfying my lewd curiosity, do a particularly long confessional prayer."

After he finished speaking, he looked intently at Azshara.

Such flexible religious doctrines are beyond the Queen's comprehension, but considering that she has just acquired a cool palace and a large amount of treasure to replenish her treasury, the Queen is quite easygoing today.

Right there in the throne room, he told Diakum some truly interesting inside stories from the diary.

This includes how the Emperor remotely controlled the dreadlords of the material world to incite those chaotic demons to act recklessly, deliberately luring Sargeras to the corrupted star soul of the Void, and how the Emperor, while the Holy Light invaded Revendreth and attracted the attention of the Shadowlands, conspired with Mu'ezara to destroy Lady Elune's Moonlight in Ardenweald, etc.

These are all first-person perspectives from Denathrius, which deeply shocks one with the Eternal One's innate talent and passion for crime and conspiracy.

“You may not believe it, but Denathius did all this not only to promote the ‘influence of death,’ but also to satisfy his own personal interests. He repeatedly emphasized in his diary that it was to ‘please himself.’”

Aisara pointed to the beautifully decorated diary in her hand and said:

"According to Him, His collaborator Zovar did not actually approve of His actions. The Lord of the Maw did not want to see the material world in chaos, which meant that when Zovar entered Zaremotis to reshape reality, he would need to spend more extra effort to rewrite those deep-seated conflicts."

But the Emperor is clearly not the kind of guy who would stop entertaining himself just because he considers other people's feelings.

There are many more unfulfilled plots of His, including even stealing a 'Titan Soul' or 'Star Soul' to enter the Shadowlands and use Zaremotis's Firstborn technology to artificially 'create a god'.

"Oh, right, speaking of which, there's some information in the Emperor's diary that you absolutely must pay attention to!"

The Queen became serious.

She said to Diakum, who was listening attentively:

"The Emperor recorded some secrets of the past in his diary, including the Eternal Arbiter that you kicked shut down. That device was not made by the Godsbane in Oribos. The Emperor guessed that it was the technology of the Firstborn that the Godsbane secretly transported from Zaremotis."

Otherwise, it is impossible to explain why the Arbitrator could perfectly adapt to Zovar's core of power and take over His duty as the Arbitrator of the Soul.

In fact, the Emperor speculated that the Eternal Arbiter might be the 'Arbitration Prototype' that the Attendants had brought out from the Tomb of the Firstborn.

I must say, this word evokes a lot of thoughts.

Azshara narrowed her eyes, looking at the thoughtful expression on Diakum's face, and said softly:

"I've discovered that you, me, the Twin Walkers and the Brokers, we all seem to have overlooked a force that occupies an important position in the Shadow Kingdom's destiny system, yet remains so low-key that it almost goes unnoticed."

The servants of Olivos.

Even the Emperor didn't know where those mystical fellows came from. He could only guess that the servants of the gods existed before the birth of the Eternals, and that they served the Firstborn for a longer period than the Eternals.

Thénarius even put forward a chilling hypothesis.

Those servants who are incredibly low-key, yet take it upon themselves to uphold the Mandate of Heaven, are the "jailers" left behind by the First One to "monitor" whether the Eternals can fulfill their duties.

Moreover, if Denathius's conjecture is correct, it means that the Firstborn isolated Zaremethis from the outside world, but the servants of the gods had a way to 'smuggle' them in.

Those guys are single-mindedly focused on upholding the Mandate of Heaven. They never consider whether the Mandate of Heaven has any flaws or problems. This means that anyone who wants to destroy or overthrow the Mandate of Heaven system is their enemy!

You, Zovar, the Lord of War, and even the Winter Queen who has already made her decision, might all be surprised to find the Attendants activating some outrageous 'divine machinery' after opening Zaremotis.

At this point, Azshara covered her mouth and let out a strange laugh, teasingly saying:
“Do you know what this means, Diakum, my court advisor?” The vigilant paused for a few seconds, then laughed, and sighed, saying:
"This means that Zovar and I may have to temporarily join forces to clear out the servants blocking our way in Zaremotis, and only turn against each other at the last minute. But don't laugh, my queen, because in the eyes of the servants, you are also someone who must be eliminated."

"I do not mind."

Azshara leaned back in her chair, playing with her long hair, and said casually:

"As a queen, I've become accustomed to being hated."

In short, remember to contact me in advance when you are ready, as I need to stay here to prepare for the great knowledge of the First Creator later.

Furthermore, I have assembled a powerful army for the material world to support Mother World's resistance. Do you have a way to send them to the material world?

"Not at the moment, but I don't think you need to worry."

Diakum leaned forward slightly and said as he turned to leave:

“We won’t stay in this land of death for long. In fact, if we’re lucky, you’ll probably be back even sooner than me.”

"Oh?"

Azshara looked at the mysterious Diakum, wanting to ask him more, but the Vigilant moved quickly.

After he disappeared from the throne room with a "prophecy," the Queen casually picked up the tragic demon sword that was placed on the tray beside her. Remonia needed to be reshaped, both in terms of the sword and her will.

The Queen has made up her mind.

Once she reaches the Abyss, she will seek out the rune inscriber who is suspected to be the "Master of Soldiers" to reshape her demonic sword, and strive to obtain a path-building blade for herself like the "Ashbringer".

But just as the queen was about to put away the broken magic sword, she suddenly let out a surprised groan.

Azshara waved her hand, temporarily sealing off the throne room with her unique magic. Then, she held the demon sword in front of her, her amber eyes fixed on it. Azshara then cautiously released several sequence spells of the Firstborn runes.

She seems to be trying to "unlock" something.

After trying several times, she snorted and said:
"What are you doing hiding in my sword? Did I give you permission to get this close to the Queen's sword? Get out of there now!"

At Azshara's command, the queen's fingers struck the blade of the magic sword with a shockwave. The next second, with a burst of arcane energy, a phantom figure "hiding" in the magic sword was thrown out.

It fell to the ground in a very sorry state, and was so weak from the blow that it didn't even have the strength to get up.

It raised its head, looking at the throne room with a nostalgic gaze, then turned its blood-red eyes to the majestic queen standing before it, sword in hand.

It sensed Azshara's murderous intent, and somewhat uncomfortably touched its thin cheeks and pointed ears, before casually brushing its messy white hair behind its ears.

It tried again, but still found it difficult to get up, so it could only sit cross-legged on the ground and say to Azshara as gracefully as possible:

"Greetings! Your Highest and Most Noble Queen, as you can see, I am but a wretched spirit banished from my homeland. Considering that you have already obtained the treasures I cherish most, let's pretend we don't see each other and pretend we don't exist."

I promise that once I've recovered somewhat, I'll leave your sword as soon as possible.

Okay? "

"not good!"

Azshara scolded:

"You remind me of my eloquent court advisor Savus from ten thousand years ago, but your threat and destructiveness are a hundred times greater than Savus'.

Thenas!

You escaped the double threat of Diakum and Sachiel with your ingenious combination of Firstborn runes. You have undoubtedly accomplished something to be proud of, but this has put me at risk!

Now, I am forced to choose between keeping you and offending Diakum, and handing you over.

But your queen hates being forced to choose!

"The answer is, I did not escape, Your Majesty."

Denathus, who exists in spirit form but is as thin as a soap bubble, sighed:
"The immortal soul of the Forgiver is now locked in the cage of the King's Mourning, and has been handed over to the Platinum Naaru as 'bait' in preparation for a 'genocidal' ambush on my poor children in the Sea of ​​Matter, in alliance with the vengeful Stoneborn."

Only after the Nathrezim race in the Sea of ​​Matter is completely wiped out will the demonic sword be returned to Revendreth and entrusted to the Forgeers for eternal suppression.

"Thanatos the Great's time is truly over, madam. The story of the pardoner has come to an end."

"how about you?"

Azshara asked with great interest:

"And who are you? Don't tell me you're Denathrius's conscience. That kind of trope isn't popular anymore!"

"Um, I am Thanasi."

The spirit gave a charming smile and explained:
“The pardoner is the pardoner, and I am me; these cannot be generalized.”

"You crazy person!"

Azshara scolded:

"You severed your own eternal soul right under Diakum's nose? You know that will cost you immortality and condemn you to mortal existence, don't you?"

"I know."

Denathius shrugged and said:

"I also know that I can only accomplish this when I am subjected to the impact of the path that can withstand the power of the Firstborn. After all, as creations of the Firstborn, they did not give me and my brothers and sisters the option to escape our 'duty' from the beginning."

But after I heard about Grace's wondrous adventures, I realized that Diakum's arrival was not a bad thing for the Eternals.

I took the risk, and I succeeded.

If I cannot control my own life, I would rather die! And exchange death for a chance to embrace 'freedom,' even if I cannot yet understand the meaning of 'freedom.' So, state your terms, Your Majesty.

Must I lick your toes to gain your protection?

"You think beautiful!"

Azshara smiled.

She sat back on her throne, looking down at the utterly dejected Denathrius as if a queen were torturing a prisoner, raised a finger, and said:

"Give me some juicy gossip about Zaremotis, so I can make up my mind to take you under my wing before Diakum comes looking for you."

"No bombshells about Zaremotis."

Denathius shrugged and said in a gentle tone:
"But have you heard of 'Zareodus'?"

(End of this chapter)