Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 742, Section 20. Good luck, Queen. Remember to open the door!
"boom"

A violent, muffled thud continuously shattered and exploded within Zaremotis's chords of all things.

The explosion transcended the noise of all chords; it rang out directly from the direction of the Tomb of the Firstborn, signifying that the "heart" of Zaremotis was collapsing and dying.

The Astral Mage and the Twin Walker stood atop the black spire of the Creation Platform. Having completed their respective tasks, they were now free to admire the spectacle of the permanent destruction of the "Land of the Creator."

Although this was not a unique "glorious achievement," and everything that happened in Zaremotis was destined to remain unknown to anyone other than them, Medivh and the Twin Walker would never forget what they had witnessed that day for the rest of their lives.

This feeling of having an unspeakable and unshareable "shared secret" is fascinating, and it also gives the Astral Mage and the Dual Realm Walker a tacit understanding that is unique to men, like "old buddies".

There's a saying about the "four irons of life," but the shared experience that this trip to Zaremotis brought to the two of them was far beyond anything those mundane things could compare to.

"you say."

The Twin-World Traveler, leaning on its "Supreme Guardian Star Staff," asked softly:
"If you were standing under that Firstborn's grand vision, would you, like Diakum, decisively destroy it instead of trying to use it?"

"I won't."

Medivh neither concealed nor hesitated.

He looked at the distant floating island of the Firstborn's Tomb, which was constantly collapsing, disintegrating, and disappearing, and said:
"I don't have his lofty personal morality and exaggerated self-discipline. If such an opportunity were presented to me, I would not hesitate for a moment."

I will use it!
If it can only be used once, then I would demand that it kill Sargeras completely and forever.

If it can be used many times in 'low power mode', like a large creation platform, then I will try to study, analyze, and experiment with it, and finally completely grasp that power to reshape reality in my own hands.

I am a researcher of truth.

I could not resist the temptation to dissect the truth, and I am also a stubborn avenger; I cannot forget the dark things Sargeras seduced me and manipulated me into doing.

Those evils
I don't even dare to step into Revendreth, I don't even dare to create a monument to sin. I am a cowardly soul, not strong enough to share my darkest past with others.

So, restrain that curious look in your eyes, my friend. I know you've gained the power to manipulate others from the Firstborn Cipher system, but I hope you won't use me as a 'test subject'.

After all, you are not the only one who has received the 'gift of truth'.

So let me ask you this question: if you were in Diakum's position right now, what would you do?

"Well, let me think about it."

The dual-realm traveler let out a low laugh, speaking in the voice of the great villain:
"I will first reshape the planet of Kalish to its perfect form to house our Ruthless Lord, and then I will reshape the physical form of all the Voidlings, returning our race to the prosperous and extravagant civilization of the past."

Finally, I will demand that the entire Starsea Lord Karesh be my master, allowing my people to completely possess the entire universe.
Haha, just kidding!
How could my selfish soul possibly make such a great sacrifice for them, leaving an opportunity to reshape reality without limit to others?

Alas, I want too many things, so much so that it's hard to distinguish between them all at once. Perhaps this is the fundamental reason why, despite my talent in the arcane path, I am far less accomplished than you and Azshara.

I'm not pure enough.

My research isn't pure enough, my pursuit of power isn't pure enough, even my wishes aren't pure enough. So, if I really had a chance to reshape everything, I might make myself pure again and rediscover the extraordinary sensitivity and exploratory drive I had when I was still a flesh-and-blood being.

I wasted too much time on hatred and intrigue; it was those very things I was once fascinated by that that limited my future.

"He was fairly honest."

Medivh commented:

"However, your wish itself is wrong. Everyone has their own comfort zone, and everyone has their own way of living. Azshara and I also have different attitudes and views on life and all things. How can we use other people's experiences to constrain ourselves?"

"That's true."

The Twin Realms Traveler smiled calmly.

It sensed the rate at which the chords of all things of Zaremotis were collapsing and disrupting, and said to Medivh:

"It's time to go, this place is about to collapse."

"Wait a moment."

The Astral Mage pointed behind him and said:
"Our queen is making a wish, acting all mysterious and forbidding us from getting close. With her now absolutely loyal demon sword as her guard, it's truly impossible to eavesdrop. So in these last few minutes, why not guess what Azshara wished for?"

"It must be related to the Creation Platform itself."

The Twin Realms Traveler whispered:

"The Queen wanted that 'limited wish-granting machine,' and she treated it like an immature woman seeing a dazzling jewel, unable to take her eyes off it."

But the Vigilant commanded that we take nothing from Zaremotis except knowledge, so Queen Azshara must be trying to mitigate the risk in her own way. I suspect she has already devised a plan.

Honestly, if she could 'smuggle' the Creation Platform into the material world, I would give up all my wealth to use it again.

That thing is amazing.

"Who isn't?"

Medivh touched his fingers somewhat sadly and said:

“I need a weapon! A weapon that can ‘slay gods,’ for my enemies and the gods I must kill. I also hope that Queen Azshara can accomplish this earth-shattering ‘theft.’”

So let's wish her well.

Meanwhile, in the secret chamber atop the tower where the Creation Platform was located, Azshara stared intently at the Creation Platform in operation before her.

Just now, she made a wish.

It's not an absurd wish to become "the most beautiful woman in the universe," after all, a "fact" that has already been achieved and cannot be refuted doesn't need to be realized with a precious wish.

Azshara now only wants to bring this treasure back to her palace, so her wish is clearly centered around the Creation Platform.

"buzz"

Amidst the light, echoing sound, a small, exquisite, and dignified naval cap appeared on the creation platform before Azshara.

The Queen picked it up, looked it over, and nodded in satisfaction. This thing really suited her aesthetic sense. Then, the Queen waved her hand, and Pocopoque, who was sitting on her shoulder, leaped to the Queen's front.

"Then, my loyal courtier, Pocopok!"

Azshara said seriously:
"Now, in the name of the supreme Queen, I appoint you as my 'Guardian of Royal Property'! And I entrust you with the important task of protecting the Creation Platform amidst the cosmic turbulence. You must always wear your duty hat."

This hat is indestructible and can be used as a shield when necessary, plus it has three rule-level abilities!
It can teleport you back to the Creation Platform when you are lost.

It can locate your queen's position regardless of space and time when you enter the material world and send her a message that the cargo has arrived. It can grant you the ability to convert Force, thus solving the problem of where to hide if you are transported to a Force realm by cosmic turbulence.

As if bestowing a medal, the Queen solemnly placed the black velvet military cap on Pocopok's head and tapped his shoulders with her fingers.

Pocopok stood at attention and gave his mistress a military salute, then proudly summoned his energy lightsaber and small round shield to form a protective stance.

It vowed to protect the Queen's most precious treasure until the Supreme Queen found it.

Despite its small size, Pocopok is the last thing the First Ones created before leaving Zaremotis. Even though the First Ones didn't give Pocopok particularly strong combat abilities, its "infinite reconfiguration" and "cosmic mechanical affinity" give it the ability to protect the Queen's treasure.

This is Azshara's plan.

Diakum forbade her to take anything from Zaremotis, so let the treasures like the Altar of Creation be swept into the cosmic turbulence following the destruction of Zaremotis, as he wished.

Its sturdiness ensures it will never be destroyed by the pressure of cosmic turbulence. One day, the Creation Platform will be sent back into the material universe or to a border region of the six realms during a cosmic tide.

As long as Pocopok remains with the Creation Platform, Azshara can immediately locate its coordinates and rush to reclaim her treasure.

Most remarkably, her court magic prince Medivh possessed near-infinite time and space foresight from the truth gift of the Firstborn Codex, meaning that as long as she and Medivh cooperated, they could greatly shorten the time required to find the Creation Altar.

Now Azshara only hopes that this thing won't linger in the cosmic turbulence for too long and will appear in the material world before she dies, so that Medivh, after foreseeing its appearance, can send a message to the "future queen".

After she retrieves the Creation Platform in the future, she will use her wish-granting ability once more to return this limited wish-granting machine to her present self.

Hmm, perfect plan!
If all goes well, Azshara won't even need to wait; the moment she returns to the material world, she will have her most treasured possessions.

Ah, the Queen's wisdom is as supreme as her beauty; whatever the Queen desires always comes to her.

"When you return, your queen will surely reward you handsomely!"

Azshara cradled the seemingly dutiful Pocopok in her hands and kissed the little robot's round head as a reward and encouragement.

she says:

"I eagerly await the day we reunite. Now, begin your grand adventure."

After saying that, Azshara placed Pocopoque on the Creation Platform. The little robot immediately reassembled itself to blend into the recess of the Creation Platform, looking like a single, integrated structure without any parts.

After doing all this, Azshara left the spire with satisfaction.

At this moment, the collapse of everything in Zaremotis has entered its final stage. The complex terrain and bizarre prototypes have all been transformed into a storm of primordial phosphorescence in the chord collapse, sweeping into the dust of creation in this deep collapse.

"Let's go!"

The Queen put on her veil and said to her court ambassador and the magic prince:

“We have destroyed the Creator’s paradise, it’s time to return to earth and do something for ourselves. I’m really looking forward to what Diakum promised, uh… ah!”

Before the Queen could finish speaking, her face turned deathly pale.

Under the astonished gazes of Medivh and the Twin Walker, Azshara clutched her chest and collapsed, only to be caught by the loyal Royal Household Officer, Wee Nally.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

Via Nali called out a few times, but Azshara couldn't respond. She just shakily stretched out her hand, signaling to leave quickly!
Zaremotis is about to collapse.

So they escorted Azshara all the way out of the entrance to Zaremotis. By the time they jumped out of the golden hexagonal chord gate, Azshara was in such poor condition that she could barely move a finger.

The gate of the chords was already guarded by the leaders of the four covenants and the Oathbringers, so when they saw someone rushing out, they naturally went forward to check.

The fairy willow catkins flew over and took a look, then exclaimed in surprise:

"Wow, Queen Azshara is a bastard!"

"How dare you speak like that, you vixen!"

The royal steward reprimanded him, clearly displeased:

"While the supreme queen has indeed done many despicable things, you can't just say that so bluntly."

"The silly fairy is just telling the truth, Wayne Nali."

The Twinwalker stopped Vi Nari, pointing to Azshara's spirit form, and said:

"Look! Her spiritual essence is changing; its color is indeed fading, as if it's about to collapse and perish, but Azshara hasn't suffered any attacks. And with her strength, who could defeat her in an instant?"

“This is not an attack. Although she was indeed injured, it is not a collapse of the soul.”

Medivh, having served as a lich for some time, had a fairly thorough understanding of these issues. After examining his queen, he looked up at the crowd and said:
"Don't worry, the Queen is alright. She was just summoned!"

"Ok?"

The others exchanged bewildered glances, and Medivh was at a loss for words. Just then, the Chord Gate reflected several figures as it pulsated. The Mighty Lord, looking utterly miserable, emerged, leaning on a broken cane, and immediately noticed Azshara's condition.

The warlord exclaimed in surprise:
"Her physical vessel has been corrupted by the power of domination? How could there be such severe spiritual entanglement? But the warden has already fallen, so who else can wield the power of domination?"

"This is all your doing!"

Diakum's voice rang out from behind, and in the final glimmer of the golden chord gate, the Vigilant strode out, saying:
"It is not necessarily a person who wields the power of domination; it could also be a weapon. Frostmourne! Do you remember? The demon sword you crafted for the Lich King."

"Well, that's it."

The Lord of War did not care about Diakum's coldness towards Him.

They've already helped me and the Shadowlands deal with such a serious threat as Zovall, so what's wrong with them complaining a bit about this old codger? It's their right, isn't it?

Diakum stepped forward, kneeling beside the agonizing Azshara. He grasped the queen's trembling hand and whispered:
"You are going 'home,' Your Majesty. I have kept some things from you along the way. I had planned to have a long talk with you after the adventure in Zaremotis was over, but now it seems that your destiny is destined to be extraordinary."

Therefore, I will remind you!

While you still have the chance to reclaim your empire, act with extreme caution and never repeat the same mistakes in future decisions. Most importantly, you are the most beautiful and supreme queen in the galaxy.
No need for external explanation, no need for physical adornment, you are the true 'light among lights'.

Diakum leaned down and whispered in Azshara's ear:
"Good luck, Your Majesty. When you return, remember to 'open the door' promptly."

Here, a fully equipped "army of the dead" awaits its journey to the starry sea where it once lived, to lament the fate of itself and the countless tragedies it witnessed, and to recount the devastation to the Burning Legion's destroyers.

(End of this chapter)