Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 733, Section 11: The Most Valuable Should Be Belong to the Most Noble – Queen Azshara's Treasure

In the cave of Zaremotis, the three truth seekers began their third performance.

Although Azshara and Medivh still have a chance to try, the Twin Walker's capacity is no longer sufficient for it to attempt more. If this performance fails again, then what awaits it may be falling into eternal blind folly.

But summoned by Azshara, the Twin Walkers did not hesitate much before choosing to take a desperate gamble.

It wasn't that it truly believed in Azshara; the real reason, as it had just explained, was that it had traversed a long and arduous journey to reach the seat of truth and confront the "creational truth" left behind by the Creator.

If they were to return empty-handed, the Twin Realms Traveler would be so tormented that he would want to strangle himself.

If it truly wanted to eke out a living, it would never have followed Diakum to Zaremotis.

Despite walking the path of the void, the dual-realm traveler still sees himself as a seeker of truth, firmly believing that "truth" is not divided by faction, and that truth will never be so narrow as to be defined by only one power or ideology.

Now is the time for it to use its wisdom, life, and existence to validate its thoughts and ideas.

The third performance began soon.

Just like the second time, the three of them coordinated perfectly, and under Queen Azshara's perfect rhythm, they quickly completed the first three chords. The moment the fourth section began, as the first syllable of the shallow frequency voice rose, the Queen responded swiftly.

Her rhythm suddenly changed, and with perfect cadence, she smoothly led Medivh to play a completely different intro.

The dual-realm traveler is now highly focused, because this is its last chance. It actively abandons a part of its thinking through "mental severance," thus forcing itself into a cruel state of "selflessness."

At this point, it only needed to follow Queen Azshara's beat and Medivh's opening response, and it also produced a perfect mid-tone response.

The four-syllable rhythmic cycle was completed perfectly for the first time.

The moment they completed it, the three of them felt an unprecedented joy. It was not just their emotions, but an invisible force beyond reality that was rewarding them.

Different kinds of knowledge gently flowed into the minds of the three.

Azshara seemed to have witnessed the moment of the Big Bang.

The entire world she perceived was being stretched, reshaped, and analyzed in that moment.

Ten thousand worlds simultaneously evolved, progressed, shaped, prospered, and were destroyed before her eyes, and the constant flow of knowledge belonging to the cosmic deities delighted the queen.

At this moment, Medivh's perception of "space and time" lost its meaning.

No.

They have been given new meaning!

The embrace of those knowledges allowed Medivh's consciousness to traverse between the beginning and end of the universe in a single second, allowing him to stroll through the Titans' Temple of Order, the Garden of Life under the Moon, the Court of Arbitration for Death, and the magnificent Heaven of the High Heavens, only to plunge into the darkest depths of the Sea of ​​No Light in the next instant, and then be sent into the lair of millions of demons in the Twisting Nether.

The dual-realm traveler was the most excited.

It also received its own gift of truth.

The entire process of the First Creator shaping and designing all things was shown to it, revealing all the mysteries of all individuals of all biological types, and teaching it how to herd life and guide civilization.

To govern, control, and coordinate.

The Twin-World Walker's heart rejoiced; it didn't know what gifts Azshara and Medivh had received, but what it saw was...

The "truth of creation" was enough to satisfy it.

The rest of his long life would be dedicated to the resurrection of "The Ruthless" Kalecgos. With such a truth of creation, the dual-world traveler could finally stop worrying about the anxiety of the Star Soul's consciousness separating from Kalecgos's star body.

While comforting the star soul, it can use its knowledge and its own hands to create a divine body for its lord within the planet Karesh.

This knowledge may not be the most valuable, but it is certainly what the dual-realm traveler needs most at this moment.

All three of them received the first gift.

But should they end it here?
That's obviously not possible!

Therefore, as the second syllable of the shallow frequency resonated, Azshara struck the beat again with keen precision and perfection, followed closely by Medivh and the Twin Walker, and thus the second cycle of the "chord of all things" was quietly completed.

Then came the third, and the fourth.

Under Azshara's guidance, the three truly became a perfect whole, allowing their own "chord of all things" to gradually take shape and be continuously strengthened through constant performance, ultimately becoming completely distinct from the chord of all things left behind by the Firstborn in Zaremotis, as if a second whole had emerged from outside of a larger whole.

As the beatteller, Azshara felt that the syllables of the shallow-frequency language seemed to be becoming more and more perfect, whether it was because the resonance was deepening and taming it, or for some other reason.

just like.
It was as if a fourth person had entered the cave and was playing along with the three of them.

When the chordal rhythm reached its twelfth completion, the piece came to an end, and Azshara's fingers left the controller of the beat, but the "hymn" of all-encompassing chords surrounding her did not cease just because she stopped playing.

On the contrary, the gentle and beautiful melody, like the Queen's own "background music," always surrounded her, making her feel happy and like a newborn when she opened her eyes.

Then, she saw Diakum standing opposite her with a helpless expression.

Azshara blinked.

The Queen saw the vigilant's fingers moving away from the console of the shallow frequency language, and she knew that her previous perception was not an illusion; there really was a "fourth person" playing along with them.

"The three of you are truly 'skilled and daring,' or you could say 'newborn calves are not afraid of tigers,' you are really 'tiger'."

Diakum joked:
"Beginners of this Firstborn Codex must complete the performance step by step, starting with monosyllables, then disyllabic, trisyllables, and finally attempting the most difficult whole-syllable melodies."

But you guys are something else, you start with whole syllables right away, aren't you afraid of the backlash from all kinds of chords?

"It's fortunate that I sent the Underworld Forge into the eclipse, putting the entire Zaremotis into 'low-power operation,' otherwise Medivh would have lost limbs when your first performance failed, and the even more tragically, the Twin-Walkers would have been reduced to cosmic molecules, drifting aimlessly."

Azshara did not answer.

She stared intently at Diakum, while Medivh and the Twin Walker were still lost in the beautiful chords of all things and unable to wake up, and whispered:
"You really know how to manipulate this thing! And just now, it wasn't me leading the performance, it was you guiding us forward! You must have encountered these things before; this isn't your first time in Zaremotis!"

My court advisor, could it be...?
Is this, like those eternal beings, your 'hometown'?

"No, this is merely a place I have visited before, but it is far from my homeland, Argus!"

Diakum joked:
"Argus is the homeland of all Eredar."

"You know that's not what I meant!"

Azshara clenched her fist and asked:
You know what I mean.

“I have given my answer, Your Majesty, therefore, please be rational.”

Diakum reached out and stopped him:
"Knowing more won't make you happier, so why be so demanding of a passing Warrior of Light? You've already obtained the treasure of truth from the Firstborn, isn't that enough?"

I think that the research on the twelfth-order cipher sequence and the deduction of the new magic system will keep you too busy for the next thousand years to do anything else.

Most importantly, listen to the chords of your universe, how beautiful and harmonious they are. You have been recognized by the Creator and given a 'qualification', a qualification that allows you to transcend the limits of your potential.

However, it's only a 'possibility'.

You have so much to do; you shouldn't waste your precious energy on things that don't concern you. Besides, your sharp attitude has clearly frightened the 'little one' you woken up.

"Ok?"

Azshara looked in the direction Dick was pointing, surprised.

Deep within the cave, in a shadowy spot, a small, silver-gray creature was peeking out.

It has a spherical body, flexible hands and feet, and its overall design is full of the style of the First Creators. There is a white halo of energy in the center of its chest, which looks like the eyes of a small robot.

But this creature was clearly different from the other creations of the Firstborn of Zaremotis. It was not at all stagnant, nor was it immersed in the harmony of all things. On the contrary, it was full of a kind of "active" curiosity, like a magical thing that could have a "self" in the holy land of the Firstborn.

"Huh? What's this? It's kind of ugly-cute."

Azshara quickly stepped forward, and amidst the little creature's squeaking and shrieking, reached out and grabbed it from behind the rock, placing it in her palm.

The little guy was clearly unhappy. He waved his arms and produced a "lightsword" and a round shield from somewhere, waving them at Azshara as if to provoke her.

"Pokopok".

Diakum looked at the little robot with a nostalgic gaze.

He said softly:

"Although there is no evidence, it may be the last thing the First Ones created when they left this place. It has been sleeping here all this time, and just now, it was awakened by your 'performance'."

"You're saying this little thing is a creation of the First Ones?"

Azshara looked at Diakum in surprise, and the Watcher nodded and said:

"Yes, theoretically speaking, despite its small size, it shares the same 'origin' as the Eternals. I don't know what secrets the Firstborn left it, but Pocopok is clearly guarding everything in Zaremotis."

Now that you've awakened it, perhaps you can let it lead you to find the true 'treasure' left here by the First Ones.

But Azshara, please remember what we said before.

Take nothing from here except knowledge!

"This"

Azshara frowned immediately.

She felt that her court advisor had given her a difficult problem.

They clearly say that the First Creator left behind treasures, yet they won't allow me to take anything with me. Isn't that making things difficult for me?
But the Queen was wise after all, and she quickly understood what Diakum meant. She nodded, then placed Pocopoque above the Firstborn Cipher Compiler and played a tune for it.

Pocopok clearly loved listening to music; it sat there, swinging its little legs like a child, completely absorbed. After the Queen finished playing, the little robot waved, seemingly asking for "another one."

Azshara pursed her lips and played again.

With the chords of all things completed, the rules of playing the Firstborn Cipher system were no longer a secret to Azshara. She could manipulate the rhythm herself and make the other three syllables coordinate.

Medivh and the Twin Walker then awoke, but at Diakum's prompting, they did not disturb the Queen's interaction with the little robot.

Only after the ninth performance did Pocopok finally let out a satisfied mechanical beep, then leaped up. In the shimmering light of the universe, a disc adorned with energy appeared beneath its feet, carrying it as it flew out of the cave, waving to Azshara and the others to follow.

The Queen followed with great interest.

Led by the little robot, they traversed various strange terrains in Zaremotis and passed through several hidden caves before finally arriving at a valley filled with life energy. The life energy here was so abundant that something resembling the "Ancient Tree of War" had even been born.

The place Pocopok brought them to was on the highest tower in the very center of this land of life.

As the group followed the little robot inside, Pocopok nimbly jumped onto the dark platform, spread his hands, and rattled off a long string of words in Yuanzun language before gesturing for Azshara to enter.

But the Queen couldn't quite figure out how to use the platform; it didn't seem like a "treasure trove" at all.

It wasn't until Diakum stepped forward and demonstrated how to use the thing that they understood.

"It's called the 'Creation Platform,' and it's... well, it's hard for me to explain how this thing works in words."

Dick poured a bag of native particles he had collected along the way into the platform, and then took out a small can of Phosphorus and placed it in the "feeding port" below the platform. He rubbed his hands together and placed them on either side of the Creation Platform.

Say:
"Just think of it as a 'limited wish-granting machine'."

"Ok?"

Everyone's eyes widened in surprise. The Queen asked:

"You mean, this device can grant all our wishes?"

"Not all! It's not a magic lamp; it can't grant your wishes in a mystical way. In reality, it can only create something for you."

In the civilization where the Creation Platform was activated, Dick closed his eyes and sketched the form and characteristics of what he desired in his mind. He said:
"But as long as you know exactly what you need, the Creation Platform can make it perfectly for you. The Firstborn sealed their power of 'creation' within this instrument."

The grand plan that Zovar painstakingly sought to obtain from the Firstborn was, in principle, an 'enlarged version' of the Creation Platform, which could fulfill all the warden's desires by reshaping reality.

The one in front of us isn't quite as powerful, but it definitely falls into the category of 'creation artifacts'.

"buzz"

The moment Diakum's hands left the Creation Platform, the dark platform began to glow with light, creating the thing he had "wished" for.

Diakum picked it up and licked it.

The taste from his memory brought a satisfied smile to his lips. He then picked up the few mung bean popsicles in front of him and distributed them to the stunned group of people behind him.

One for each person, no more.

The vigilant, clutching the "giant" popsicle, generously addressed the others:

"Eat up, this meal is on me!"

“You you you you you!”

Even Azshara couldn't stand it anymore. Looking at the popsicle in her hand, she said somewhat angrily:
"You're going to use the creation artifact left behind by the First Creator to make ice cream for yourself? That's such a waste!"

"What are you saying?"

Diakum scoffed and said:
"This is all I want right now. I have no other desires that I wish to have fulfilled by the power of the First Creator. I will take what I want myself. Alright, now it's your turn to try."

It requires materials and fuel to start up. It is not picky about materials, but combustion can only use phosphorus. When phosphorus is unavailable, other high-energy-concentration bodies are required.

However, the conversion rate is extremely high.

The vigilant shook his head and said:

"I do not recommend that you use it to create any artifact that can kill Sargeras. It's not that it's impossible to make, but the cost would be so exorbitant that you would not be able to bear it, and it would turn this artifact, which could be used for 100,000 years, into a disposable item."

This method of use is clearly not cost-effective in any way.

And, Your Majesty!

Diakum took a bite of the delicious popsicle and reminded Azshara:
“I just warned you, don’t try to take anything from here by force! No one can be sure if the Firstborn have really disappeared. If they are still here, then I guess they won’t be lenient with ‘thieves’ either.”

Having said that, the Watcher sprouted black and white wings, flapped them, and leaped into the air, disappearing into the unique hexagonal grid of the sky above Zaremotis.

The remaining people surrounded the Creation Platform, while Pocopok waved his popsicle stick, indicating that only one person could use it at a time.

"So, it's time to make a wish."

Azshara looked at the others and asked:

"Who comes first?"

Ps:

Pocopoko:

(End of this chapter)