Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 723, Part 1: When you're utterly despicable, the world, filled with disgust, will make way for you.

"We're heading to hell, gentlemen. Why not smile and make this journey a little more legendary?"

Diakum made a joke in front of the city platform of the Eternal City of Oribos.

Unfortunately, no one around him could get the joke, including the Marquises of Maldraxxus, who all looked serious.

Blackhand gripped his weapon tightly, as if he were about to be surrounded by the Jailer's massive Abyss Oath army the moment he jumped from the center of the Eternal City and landed in the Maw. He would have to personally kill thousands of Abyss Oath members to break through and find a foothold to begin a long and tedious series of missions.

But in reality, the trip to the Abyss was not as dangerous as they had imagined.

the reason is simple.

This was an invitation from the warden, not an impolite act of kicking down the door without prior notice and triggering a series of hostile acts of war.

However, the warriors of the four covenants have not yet fully assembled in Oribos.

Mobilizing manpower takes time. Moreover, apart from Ardenweald and Maldraxxus, which have relatively complete systems, the other two of the four covenants are in a terrible "post-disaster reconstruction" phase. It's already quite good that they can squeeze out any manpower.

The Shadowlands' destiny has only collapsed, not completely disintegrated. The Kyrians are still sending people to continue guiding souls, and the Venthyr, under the command of the Reaper's Court, has already resumed the trial of the souls of sinners.

Even though Olipos's eternal arbiter has long been shut down.

Speaking of which, the servants of Olipos have indeed disappeared. According to the "locals" of the city, after it was confirmed that the Eternal Arbiter could not be repaired, the servants gathered together in a mysterious manner to discuss something, and then a group of servants disappeared every day.

Until five days ago, the last servant of the gods also left this eternal city.

Their final instructions were for the city's residents to maintain their original way of life, and they told the residents that "fate will soon be restored, and everything will return to normal."

Well, the meaning of this message is self-evident.

The collective disappearance of the servants should have been a major event, but the Shadowlands have recently encountered too many major events to focus on these "minor matters".

The impending collapse of destiny is no longer just a rumor; it has genuinely impacted individuals in the realm of death.

The most direct example is that the blockade imposed by the Interdimensional Realm on various countries is rapidly weakening. The Veil Market of the Brokerage Consortium has observed that the energy tides of the Interdimensional Realm are weakening, and even the locations of some small countries have undergone strange changes.

If the map of the Shadowlands was once two-dimensional, it is now transforming into a three-dimensional one, and the inhabitants of Oribos are horrified to discover that the connection between the Maw and the Eternal City is strengthening.

Originally, Oribos was the only place in the Shadowlands where one could "safely enter" the Maw. By jumping down from the circular area in the city center, one could directly enter the land of the Maw.

This is also the passage that the most heinous souls take when they are banished to the Abyss.

Although this passage exists, it is impossible for the creatures of the Maw to travel back to Oribos. The rules left by the Firstborn seal off that area as the "Punishment Ground." However, recently, the residents of Oribos have been able to see faint black spires in the interdimensional storms around the city.

The spire of that thing seemed to be "growing".

Perhaps it won't be long before it reaches the city of Olipos.

Those with keen eyes could even see the Abyss Oaths coming and going in the black tower, which made them understand where the elusive black tower came from.

This must be an evil structure built by the warden to invade their Eternal City.

But in reality, the situation wasn't as serious as they thought.

"That was just one part of a series of environmental and ecological changes that occurred when Destiny collapsed. Based on my observations of the Maw, I can tell you definitively that the place is not located 'below' Oribos."

Like other worlds in the Shadowlands, it is located somewhere in the Interdimensional, and there is no real difference in its relative location.

The Firstborn used some magical, illogical spatial concepts to give the locals the illusion of 'going' to hell.

Queen Azshara explained casually:
"It's quite normal to be able to see the top of the Tower of Torgaster from here. Rather than saying that the tower is 'growing,' it's more accurate to say that the people here couldn't see anything before because the collapse of Destiny eliminated the obstruction of their view."

It's always been there; it's just that the locals have 'bad eyesight'.

This is a very simple illusion based on superstition, nothing to be surprised about. So, who are we waiting for here?
How much longer until we can get down?

I can't wait to get to Zaremotis.

"The Wild Hunting Group of Ardenweald sent a message this morning that they are sending something very special to the Maw. It is said to be an item prepared by Lord Marasmus to protect us."

I guess it's a 'special mushroom ring' that can send everyone out of the Maw in a crisis.

That is clearly a necessity.

Diakum said in a gentle tone:

"However, you can go ahead first, really, you don't have to wait for us. I think with your legendary experience in the Maw, this return visit will surely leave you with many emotions."

The Queen was unperturbed by the teasing.

Behind her, Royal Household Officer Vy Nelly carried a weapon case containing the Queen's sword, which Remonia had damaged in her quest for revenge. She had previously sought out the Bonesmith Helmir in Maldraxxus, but he said he couldn't repair it. If she really wanted it fixed, she would have to find the "Rune Carver."

In essence, it was a subtle hint to everyone that the situation had reached this point, and it was time to rescue the warlord and take charge of the overall situation.

Unfortunately, everyone pretended not to hear it.

After waiting for several more minutes, the messenger from the Wild Hunting Group finally arrived.

To Diakum's surprise, besides Lord Helne and Sovereign Elliot, there was also a group of fairies in this well-trained forest emissary, including Willow Catkin wearing a golden crown.

This was Liu Xu's first time in Oribos. She and a group of fairies found everything fascinating, but when they saw the giant, Liu Xu cheered and instantly transformed into a golden streak of light, appearing on Diakum's shoulder.
She said loudly:

“We’ve been to the High Heaven. The very kind Ms. Zera hosted us and even specially cleared out a forest for us there so we could feel at home.”

She said the fairies could customize the 'Quiet Forest' to their liking.

The people there are so nice.

They were all beautiful, had good personalities, and spoke sweetly and enthusiastically. The fairies loved it there!
Unfortunately, we can only go out to play twice a week after we finish our work.

Oh, we also met the eldest daughter there, but now she calls herself the 'Archangel.' She's creating angels for the High Heavens, all brave souls from various worlds. They're said to be loyal followers who gave everything for their faith in the 'Holy War of the Sun,' and are said to be exempt from the torture of walking the long stairway of faith, directly becoming warriors guarding the High Heavens.

They said it was an unparalleled honor.

The holy spirits who lingered at the foot of the long staircase were envious. They said the staircase was difficult to climb, but the fairies tried it and found it easy; they could easily cross it. Liu Xu looked puzzled. Diakum straightened the crooked crown on her head before explaining:
"Fairies are simple-minded. They spend their whole lives in Azure Fairyland. The greatest 'evil' you've ever encountered is nothing more than the pranks of the Forest Ghosts. The worst bad things you've done are nothing more than playing pranks on other people."

How could someone with such a pure mind be subjected to interrogation on the long ladder of faith?
More importantly, those are the steps used by those who walk the Holy Light to cleanse their souls, while you are creations of life, and your constraints are inherently weaker.”

“I’ve heard that the Kyrians of Bastion are also planning to follow the model of the High Heavens and modify their long and ruthless ascension process into a trial-like process to select new Kyrian members.”

Lord Helne stepped forward, bowed to Diakum, and said:

"I've also heard that they're going to separate the Blackwing and Whitewing angels and give them different missions. The Saints believe that Bastion cannot be content with being a messenger. As the Shadowlands are symbols of the Force of Death, we must, like other Force practitioners, promote the virtues of death in the material world. Therefore, when faced with provocations that blaspheme death, we should also take the initiative."

The Blackwing Kyrians might be given such a responsibility, and the warriors of Maldraxxus were very fond of the proposal, strongly suggesting the formation of a common 'Death Conquerors'.

It is said that even the Queen of Winter believed this action was necessary.

She said that no matter how the Shadowlands change in the future, they can no longer close themselves off and live their own lives like the 'Age of Destiny'. They should interact positively with the material world, just like other Force Sanctuaries.

Perhaps in the future, the messengers of Ardenweald will also take the initiative to cross the veil of life and death and go to guide those nature travelers.

The Kyrians said that, having served as messengers for many years, they had indeed seen many pitiful souls become "wandering ghosts" because their guidance was not timely. Since the four covenants each had their own moral code, then they should take the initiative to protect those souls they were meant to protect.

"Hmm, that's a good thing."

Diakum blinked and said:
"For example, I know that there is a force in the world of Azeroth called the Scourge. Their leader, the Lich King, received some power of domination from Zova and claimed to control death, killing the living at will and turning them into the dead."

They have already annihilated the pitiful Spider Demon civilization and are now turning their blades towards the Elves.

Forces that stigmatize death should be severely punished by the celestial warriors of the Shadow Kingdom to correct people's understanding of 'death'.

Death is not evil.

Death is the only Force that treats everyone fairly.

"Ah, you've said it so well, you've hit the nail on the head!"

The Black Hand Chieftain beside him rubbed his hands together, looking impatient, and said:
"So, when do we set off to smash Gul'dan's head?"

"Don't rush, we're on our way."

Dick glanced at the wooden crate being carefully transported by the Wild Hunting Group. He could sense that it contained a part of the old mushroom head's "body." Hiss, this Marasmus really went all out this time, actually sending a part of his mycelial body directly to the Abyss.

However, given Old Mushroom Head's exaggerated teleportation ability, which requires him to use his own body as a teleportation tool, it's clear that he will be sending more than just the warriors of the Wild Hunting Group to the Abyss soon.

Azshara had clearly noticed the contents of the box as well.

As Diakum stepped forward to be the first to leap into the Maw, the Queen whispered:
"The Queen of Winter is going down there herself? What is she going to do? Isn't it said that the Eternals are not allowed to approach Zaremotis?"

"Shh!"

Diakum made a shushing gesture and whispered:
"We just need to do our own thing, Your Majesty. It is clear that there is another noble who wants to change the world in the Shadowlands, and another powerful one who is on our side."

While we can't expect the Queen of Winter to stand up to Sargeras in the material world, at least she can help shield us from some attacks if things really get dangerous.
"Don't you think this is something to celebrate?"

"Hmm, my court advisor, your mind is far too dark! Your understanding of the Holy Light is truly problematic!"

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"Ah"

The sudden cough startled Highlord Torsedrin, the Death Lord who had just slain several Suramar defenders with Frostmourne. The aloof elf, currently besieging Suramar with a sea of ​​undead, sneered:
"What? The Lich King can catch a cold too? It seems Northrend is still quite cold."

"Shut up, this is a sign of danger!"

Gul'dan's gloomy voice, connected directly to the Helm of Domination, resounded in Tosedrin's mind, saying somewhat uneasily:

"Although I don't know where the danger comes from, I do feel a threat, a very strong threat! Considering Lord Sachiel's unexpected death, our communication with the Shadowlands is currently disrupted. No one answers my calls, and even the Maw no longer allows death gods like Hela and me to enter. Something must have happened."

Can't wait any longer!
To avoid being powerless to resist in the worst-case scenario, we must immediately make Azshara one of us!

"It's easy for you to just talk, but I'm the one fighting the battle now."

Tosedrin wore a chilling crown, and with each breath, the icy air sculpted a grotesque skull mask onto his ashen face.

He looked up, staring at the city of Surama, which had been besieged for days but showed no signs of falling, and said in a hoarse voice:

“Alessandra adopted an extreme tortoise strategy. She maximized the power of the Night Well, so we could only surround the city and clear out the weak Night Children who tried to go out for help. We couldn’t even set foot in the city.”

There were originally loyal royal guards and internal strife within Elisande's faction here, but our arrival and oppression have ironically united them.

"Unity? Ha, you actually believe that two camps that have been hostile to each other for ten thousand years can unite because of the arrival of an external enemy?"

Gul'dan said with a sneer:
“You elves are so naive! So what if Elisande has sealed off the city? Can she seal off the land or the sea? Suramar’s design was flawed from the start; it’s not a city that can be sustained in the long run.”

As long as the seawater continues to flow, breaching it will be a piece of cake; it's just that the enemies this city has faced before had extremely high moral standards.
Throw the things I gave you before I left into the sea.

Oh, right, pour some into the groundwater in Suramar too!
That's some 'good stuff' that I specifically asked the Burning Legion's demon masters to refine; it's enough to guarantee that this ridiculous city will fall within a week.

moral
This ethereal thing has constrained too many victories and created so many tragic defeats.

Tosedrin glanced at the Vrykul Death Knights behind him who had already begun carrying plague barrels. Clearly, although he was the commander of this undead force, he could not truly command these undead.

Under the command of the Helm of Domination, the undead will obey only the Lich King's orders.

So barrels of plague were carried to the coast of Suramar, where they would be released near the city's shield. Although most of the toxins would be filtered out by Suramar's magical shield, Gul'dan mixed some "anti-elf" stuff into the plague.

That's its real purpose.

"You're such a bastard, Gul'dan!"

The swordsman wielding Frostmourne cursed, and Gul'dan's laughter and response echoed in his mind:

"Hmm, thank you for the compliment, Tosedrin. You elves are so elegant when you curse. In my homeland, the polite people would call me 'scum'."

(End of this chapter)