Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 724, Part 2. Old Gani just wanted to enjoy picking up trash, but he discovered something truly extraordinary.
The Maw is a very magical place.

This place is desolate, yet it boasts the most magnificent architectural complex in the entire Shadowlands; it is inhabited by the most evil person in the entire Shadowlands, yet He has never personally killed a single person.

This place is home to an army of Abyssal Oaths whose numbers rival those of the Burning Legion's demonic sea, but until the Jailer's defeat and death, these hideous dead did not commit a single sin in the material world.

This is a very evil place, but it is also the place with the lowest number of "serious crimes" in the Shadowlands.

If you are a traveler and are willing to abide by the order that the Jailer has set for this land, then living in the Maw is much safer than living in Ardenweald, not to mention compared to Maldraxxus, where people "kill for fun," and Revendreth, where "sadists" are everywhere.

In reality, if we simply use "killing" or "evil deeds" as the standard of judgment, then it's really hard to say which is the "hell" between the Maw and other realms.

Of course, all of the above is based on the premise that you are a law-abiding good person who accidentally fell into the Abyss.

If you are a heinous soul thrown here by the Arbitrators, then the Maw is undoubtedly the most terrifying hell you can imagine, bar none.

The purpose of this place is to make these guys, who dare to do anything except good deeds while they're alive, feel pain.

If you think the Maw is terrible, it means you're a normal person.

But for Diakum, he actually felt that the Maw made a very good first impression on him, and even had a strange sense of "eagerness to try it out".

If a "cooperation agreement" can be reached with the Warden, then in the future, when those scoundrels who commit evil deeds in the name of the Holy Light or unforgivable Forsworn appear in the Holy Light Realm, then after the High Heaven completes its judgment, the archangels can grab those guys by the neck and throw their punished souls directly into the Maw.

How fashionable!
Moreover, there can be many heavens for each of the Forces, but only one hell.

“I have a feeling you’re thinking about something dangerous, Diakum.”

Queen Azshara gazed at the place where she had once fought with a nostalgic look. Unlike the Covenant warriors behind her who had fallen from the sky into this desolate land with extreme vigilance, Azshara was truly familiar with everything here.

She visited every steel fortress here, capturing "material samples" that she could use to study the mysteries of psionic powers.

The warden was undoubtedly a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Because every time Azshara captures a Maw Lord, she always replenishes her supplies in a very short time.

This very proper work attitude left Azshara with a very good impression of the warden, even though the two had never actually met.

However, at this moment, the Queen seemed to sense the warden's inner thoughts from the way Diakum observed the Maw, and she said:
"Because you don't want to design 'hell' yourself, you plan to directly reuse the 'brilliant design' of the Firstborn? Don't be so ridiculous."

"I think this is a very good idea. After all, if I know exactly how to carry out the punishment to bring extreme pain to the victims, it means that I myself know very well how to become a sadist."

This is a very dangerous tendency for a believer like myself.

Dick explained:
"Even if I don't throw those sinners who defile the Holy Light into the Maw, I can throw them into the Sea of ​​No Light. However, the Sea of ​​No Light is not a good place for punishment, as there are many 'bad people' there who are fond of converting the most wicked souls into one of them."

Throwing them into the territory of a group of even more vicious criminals will not improve the prisoners' situation or future.

I want them to repent for their evil deeds and to serve as a warning to those who are eager to try, not to create 'super criminals' who can wield the power of the void. So, let the professionals handle the professional matters.

If the Warden is willing, the High Heavens can indeed place a Beacon of the Way within the Maw.

Even with the Warden gone, I believe the leaders of the Shadowlands will not allow this 'good place' of the Maw to fall into ruin.

“He’s coming!”

Behind the two, the Twin Realms Walker suddenly said something.

The others looked up and saw a fully armed Abyssal Oath riders leading the somber and oppressive sanctuary army forward.

These warhorses were reshaped from wicked spirits and sculpted with spikes, chains, collars, and other symbols of "rule" and "pain," making them fierce, majestic, and menacing.

The Abyssal Knights who cleared the way for the warden were clearly carefully selected; each of them would be a demigod in the material world, but here they were only fit to serve as the warden's honor guard.

As a place that has been isolated from the outside world since its inception, and where all the most heinous criminals in the universe eventually arrive, the warden possesses an absurdly rich array of powers at his disposal.

In His hands, the "strong" are consumables.

After all, it is common knowledge that villains are generally very good at using power, and the worse the guy is, the more power he can use. Their mastery of power will eventually become one of the warden's powers.

From this perspective, the Warden is practically the most "luxurious" king in the entire universe, while Gul'dan, that Lich King nobody, is just a monkey version of the Warden, a downgraded version.

Behind this lavish honor guard, the warden strode forward.

He was incredibly frugal, with no fancy carriages or vehicles, he walked on foot, without even a pair of shoes, and wore the same trousers he had worn when his brothers and sisters banished him to the abyss.

Even the hem of the pants was torn; they were practically needing patches.

It's no exaggeration to say that with this outfit, you could apply for the position of Eighth Elder in Old Ghani's "Beggars' Guild" without even needing makeup.

The only things that could be considered ornaments on His body were the ruling runes engraved all over His skin and the chains and shackles used to restrain Him.

This bald guy is clearly not the type to care about external comforts.

Denathi once remarked that Zovar was more like a philosopher than a warrior, and perhaps that is indeed the case. After all, the "ascetic" demeanor he exuded was even more pronounced than that of Diakum, a seasoned believer.

"Welcome to the Abyss, everyone. It has been a long time since I have received any guests."

The warden's gaze swept over the crowd before him.

The giant, several heads taller than Diakum, only paused for a few moments on Vigilant, Azshara, and Medivh, as if the others didn't exist in his eyes at all.

But this may not be arrogance.

As a former arbitrator, He only needs one glance to see the true nature of these souls. He will only stop for those unique souls, which is one of the programs that were set for Him when He was "born".

"Come with me to the Sanctuary of Domination."

The warden raised his hand, and amidst the clanking of the varying lengths of black chains clinking on his wrist, he said:

"We should probably talk about this before we actually set off."

"Ah."

Diakum nodded and accepted the warden's invitation, while the Queen asked:
“I need to see the ‘Spell Carver’ because, as you can see, my sword needs repair.”

"Whatever, you arrogant queen from the mortal world."

The warden said:

"Anyway, you tried to enter the Marker's cell, and you thought I was the one stopping you. But I want to tell you, it was He who didn't want to see you, not me who deliberately blocked you. My brother is a very complex Eternal One, and I have given up trying to figure out what's in His heart."

"If you want to take Him away, then do as you please."

After speaking, the warden turned and left, and Diakum followed. It's unclear what he said to the warden, but the bald man, who seemed lost in his own world while speaking, was clearly taken aback. This was the first time the warden had shown any "emotional reaction."

He looked hesitant, but eventually nodded.

Azshara immediately covered her eyes in exasperation.

She spoke to the lich Medivh who was following beside her in a tone that was both mocking and desperate:

“Now those who do evil in the name of faith are ‘blessed.’ The Maw has another kind of sin to contain. When they try to deceive the Holy Light, let’s hope they know where their end will lead.”

"But isn't this how it should be?"

Medivh said casually:
"In the eyes of believers, deceiving the faith is an unforgivable crime. In fact, Diakum was already merciful to banish them to the Maw. If you don't believe me, you can ask those demons and void creatures that were burned to ashes."

Even just barely surviving in the Abyss is better than being reduced to ashes.
They may think they have found 'hope', but they only deserve despair, waiting here to rot or become a ghost.

Stop saying such disgusting things, Your Majesty.

I have read most of the journals you kept, and there are many questions I've always wanted to ask you.

他 说:

"Considering we still have some time, could you give me the opportunity to learn from your senior?"

"of course."

Azshara tossed her hair and said:

“My court is lacking a ‘magic prince’ to bolster my image. If you would be so kind as to deign to do so, Sargeras’ human form, I would be happy to answer all your questions.” “But I am Medivh.”

The Astral Mage said in a serious tone:

“I have nothing to do with Sargeras anymore. In fact, I have a lot of ‘personal grudges’ that I want to discuss with Him.”

"What a coincidence, I have one too! It seems Sargeras is terrible at dealing with people. There are so few living people left in Hell, and yet everyone seems to have a grudge against Him."

Azshara covered her mouth and chuckled, saying:
"Well then, let's go, my magic prince. I hope your questions, celestial mage, aren't a waste of my time."

"I only want to ask one question."

Medivh said:

"Do you know how to get to 'Zareodus'?"

"hiss"

Azshara gasped.

She then abandoned her dismissive attitude, looked at Medivh seriously, and said:

"Why? Are you interested too?"

"As I just said, I have some personal grudges with Lord Sargeras."

Medivh sighed and said:

"If we don't seize the power, how can we settle these scores? We can't just leave everything to Lord Diakum."

He has a heavy burden on his shoulders.

Neither you nor I are the kind of souls so weak that we can't even carry out 'revenge' ourselves, are we?

“Very good, I admire you more and more. Then let me share some information I’ve obtained with you. It just so happens that I’ve gotten some valuable information before. I’m sure we might be able to find some clues in Zaremotis, and I happen to need a helper.”

Just as Azshara and her "magic prince" were discussing some very dangerous matters, Diakum suddenly received a strange message.

"Sorry, just a moment while I reply to a message."

Diakum said something to the burly warden beside him.

Zovar nodded politely, then continued to drift off into his own thoughts.

The vigilant shouted at the guy who kept tugging at his "strings of consciousness":

“I gave you my ‘contact information’ not so you could harass me, Bumsandi. You better really have something to say!”

“Old Bunsandi wouldn’t dare to provoke you, look at what you’re saying.”

The troll Reaper immediately replied:
"I've arrived in the material world. Zandalar is a complete mess. I just intercepted some of the souls of the fallen trolls and sent them back to the battlefield to fight off those insane elite demons."

Even the King of Gold was injured while personally fighting, and that old man was slashed by the Great Demon's poisoned blade and is not long for life.

But more importantly, just now, news came back from Suramar, the city you asked me to keep a close eye on; it seems there's been some trouble there.

"Ok?"

Diakum squinted and said:
"Keep an eye on that spot and report back immediately if there's any news."

"I'm busy right now. All the troll clans in the world are suffering heavy casualties. As the Grim Reaper of the race, I can't turn a blind eye. This is old Bwonsamdi's job."

Bumsandi replied:

"But don't worry, boss, I've already sent my best 'spy' in to infiltrate, it's absolutely foolproof."

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"What the hell do you mean by 'absolutely foolproof'? You're just sending me here to be cannon fodder! Look at this hellish place with undead, demons, and Titan artifacts. Do you think a weak Loa like me should be here?"
Any decent guy you find on this battlefield could strangle me!

Old Ghani was walking through the dark streets and alleys of Surama, cursing and swearing.

The God of Trash Collection has made walking along the walls an "instinct." Although he is not particularly suited to the "shadows," perhaps it is because he has collected so much trash that he has developed a remarkable ability to stealth.

Moreover, due to its sensitivity to garbage, it can often discover things that are invisible to the naked eye.

This is also why Bumsandi coerced and lured Ghani to come to the front lines of the war as a "war correspondent."

Of course, the more important reason is that Zandalar Island is now under attack by three elite demon warbands. Almost all the Loa have gone into battle to fight the enemy, and only old Gani, who doesn't have much combat power, is left there and can't help at all.

Therefore, after instructing his beggar followers to help treat the wounded, old Gani, under Bwonsamdi's instructions, reluctantly came to the city of elves, in order to contribute to the Zandalari Empire that had long supported them.

When it arrived, it discovered that this godforsaken place was even worse than Zandalar Island.

There are only demons over there.

But there's more than just demons here!
"So, which shameless person actually let the plague spread into the city?"

Old Gani sniffed left and right in the shadows.

It keenly sensed that there was something dangerous in the chaotic city of Suramar under the threat of war, much like the strange smell that had been produced when the plague swept the world a few years ago, but wasn't the Corruptor already dead?

Logically, once the source of the plague dissipated, that terrifying power should have disappeared.

However, considering that the Defiler is a high-ranking demon lord of the Burning Legion, there might be other high-ranking demons in the demon legion who wield this power.

With these doubts in mind, old Ghani shook his body on the spot, instantly sending out dozens of "Phantom Velociraptors" as his eyes and ears, to investigate the source of the plague in various parts of Suramar along the city's sewers.

It didn't actually know what Bwonsamdi wanted it to do here, but Bwonsamdi was now showing off. It had reached the limit of a demigod and boasted that it would be promoted to a lesser god in a while.

He also promised that as long as old Gani worked hard, he would take old Gani as his "god".

Old Ghani didn't believe a word Bumsandy said. It would be a miracle if that guy kept his promise. The problem was, Bumsandy might not keep his promise, but if he didn't help, it would definitely hold a grudge.

Being targeted by such a guy, the "well-behaved" and vulnerable Loa was extremely uneasy.

As it cursed Bumsandy as a bastard, it leaped and ran through the shadows, and soon old Ghani arrived near the harbor of Surama.

The stench of the plague was stronger here.

Old Gani, swishing its tail erratically like a whip, heard crying. It blinked and followed the sound to a house near the sewers.

It peered inside and saw a Nightborne elf child lying there, covering its face and crying.

Beside her was a shattered old mirror.

What's going on?

Old Gani tilted his head in confusion and silently approached the weeping Night Child. When the other raised his head, Old Gani was startled.

The Loa retreated several steps in the shadows, then frantically contacted Bonsandi.

"Hey! Are you there? Something's happened in Suramar! Quick, send someone over right away!"

"What's the rush! The Dark Prophet Zul has already led the Golden Fleet there, but they were blocked in the open sea by Hela's Ghost Fleet and couldn't get close. Just tell me what you discovered."

"Elves...no, trolls! Not the plague! You know the plague, right? The plague that wreaked havoc on the world before!"

Old Ghani roared without thinking:

"The undead have unleashed a massive amount of demonic plague into the city, and these Nightborne are too weak! Some elves have already begun to transform; Suramar is turning into a 'Troll City.' The elves will go mad, and this city cannot be defended!"

They want to turn Azshara into a 'dead troll'!
"Get Zul over here right now! We'll lose control if we're any later."

"What the hell?!"

(End of this chapter)