Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 745, Section 23: Is it destined that one female troll will face Frostmourne, or perhaps two?
Many years later, when Prince Thosedrin led the Queen's Death Guard across the stars, he still could not forget the twilight when the Nightwell's shield quietly went out before his eyes.
Highlord Tosedrin and his Scourge warriors were dumbfounded.

They truly had no idea that the Dark Well shield, which had trapped them for so long and was as impenetrable as a tortoise shell, would suddenly and inexplicably dissipate.

As a powerful spellcaster, Torsedrin has plotted to seize the Nightwell over the past ten thousand years. He has extensive knowledge of how the Nightwell's energy works, so it is certain that this is not some kind of "energy malfunction".

This is because the energy node of the Nightwell was shut down from the inside, directly causing the barrier directly in front of Suramar to fail.

But the undead were too shocked to rush over immediately.

The Death Knights suspected it might be a trap, since everything had happened so suddenly. But then, when they saw a large swarm of bat-like gargoyles flapping their wings and rushing into Suramar, grabbing several equally shocked and unfortunate Nightborne, Tosedrin's heart sank.

This is real!

Suramar is doomed.
The elven death knight, wielding Frostmourne, even felt a sense of resistance. He knew all too well what the Scourge would do to the city once it entered, but that small resistance was then transformed into an even colder mental discipline under the operation of the power of domination.

As the winter crown on his forehead emitted a burst of cold air, shaping a skeletal mask on Tosedrin's handsome yet effeminate face, he raised Frostmourne high and then slashed it downwards with a fierce blow.

The moment the sword, radiating endless chill, pointed at the city of Suramar, the deathly silent army of the dead began its march.

The Death Knights led the charge, followed by ghouls and skeleton riders, then plague-ridden zombies and spider demons. Gargoyles in the sky escorted bone dragons as they advanced toward the city. Thothedrin's Death Steed also began to move forward. Summoned by Frostmourne, the dead beneath the entire land of Suramar howled with their withered vocal cords, uttering hateful roars.

The ground was shaking, and the ancient corpses struggled to crawl out from beneath the earth.

There was no need for Tosedrin to summon them; these withered beings, who had been banished to the outskirts of the city and died tragically over the past ten thousand years, were the best source of soldiers. Their deaths from extreme suffering allowed them to transform into the most hideous vengeful spirits even after losing their physical forms.

During the more than one month of siege, Tosedrin did not do nothing.

He created a "Black Knights" warband for himself, an elite force among the Death Knights of the Scourge. They have three forms and can even take on demons head-on, making them a top-tier force in the military system of mortal civilizations.

More and more undead joined the army marching toward Suramar, and as Torseidrin's death steed crossed the Great Passage of Suramar, he could already see the ancient city engulfed in flames.

This magnificent city, preserved since the imperial era, will meet its end today.

Really sorry.

The Nightborne will become history, but Queen Azshara's loyal subjects will join her in a "new form" to re-emerge on the stage of civilization in Azeroth.

Tosedrin glanced at Frostmourne in his hand.

The dominion runes on the surface of this demonic sword were also pulsating, like lights that illuminated when breathing, representing the sword's expectations and desires.

It desires to be possessed by a powerful soul, and it wishes to spread the majesty of death throughout the entire galaxy. Perhaps this is the mission it was given when it was created, and now, it is finally about to get that opportunity.

Tosedrin had no complaints about this.

He had no complaints about his death; it was his own carelessness and arrogance that made him deserve it.

But he's really had enough of this kind of life.

He no longer wanted to be manipulated by scum like Gul'dan; he desperately wanted to lie in a coffin like the other dead and never have to care about the rights and wrongs of the living world again.

If handing over this sword to the supreme Azshara could end his suffering, then Tosedrin would absolutely be willing to give anything for this opportunity.

Actually, there's no need to worry about it anymore.

Just today!

Then, a rare smile appeared on the cold face beneath the winter's crown.

Longing for liberation, he ignored the chaos that had broken out in the city and, amidst the echoing cries and roars, surrounded by blood and death, led a legion of Black Knights through the noisy city toward the Night Fortress.

He didn't want to waste any more time.

He wanted to "go home".

Anyone who dares to stop him from leaving get off work will be met with a heartbreaking blow from Frostmourne.

Meanwhile, outside the Nighthold in Suramar, Sylvanas Windrunner was completely numb.

Windrunner, along with the Grand Astrologer and others, had just ascended the steps of the Nighthold and hadn't even had a chance to "meet" the legendary Queen Azshara when she witnessed the collapse of the Nightwell's energy shield.

The sudden collapse plunged Suramar into disaster in a very short time. As a terrifying number of undead entered the city, this magnificent city was being rapidly dragged into a hell of death.

The only good news is that because Elisande had previously ordered the city's defense forces to "clean up the troll spies," the civilians in the city had flocked to the market district a few days ago, requesting the protection of the Queen's Royal Guard.

The Nightborne have a unique "logistical advantage".

They didn't need to eat; all they needed was magic wine each day. Therefore, even when besieged by the undead, no horrific tragedy occurred in the city.

Most civilians are now hiding in the market area, and the Guards, which were originally deployed to guard against Elisande's massacre, have now become a true "impenetrable wall".

"General Varosen, take your men to the market district immediately! You must hold off the Scourge's army there."

Vashj reacted quickly; she shouted to Varosson:
"The Queen is about to awaken. We, her subjects, cannot allow her to witness the devastation her people are suffering at the hands of the dead. Moreover, those people are absolutely loyal servants of the Queen, and it is our responsibility to protect them."

"But what will happen to the fortress if I go there?"

Varosson, leaning on his demonic blade, said solemnly:

"The undead are after the Queen, I must stay here to protect her!"

"I'm here."

Vashj casually remarked, and seeing her wiggle her fingers, General Varosson couldn't help but touch his chest.

During this time, Vashj had been training with him in combat in order to master the "power of the Royal Guard." This was done in secret, so only Varossen and a few head ladies-in-waiting knew what kind of monstrous power was hidden beneath Vashj's charming appearance.

At the very least, Varossen could only last a dozen or so rounds against her before being completely defeated, but General Varossen was a demigod swordsman.

Therefore, when Vashj said that she was there, Varosson, who was extremely loyal to the Queen and even made no attempt to hide his "sycophantic" behavior, actually felt a strange sense of "reassurance".

Because he was the supreme queen's loyal sycophant, Varosen was very precise in his handling of matters concerning the queen.

He might not be able to protect the Queen if he stayed here, but going to the market area would allow him to calmly protect the Queen's loyal subjects. From the perspective of "protecting the best Queen Azshara," he would never let go of anyone or anything that would cause the Queen sadness!
"I'll leave this to you!"

Varosan summoned his magical warhorse, mounted it, and quickly led the remaining Imperial Guards toward the chaotic market district. The Grand Astrologer also ordered Oruriel to lead the magic swordsmen to provide support.

Although the Archastrologer doesn't care much about the lives of civilians, the problem now is that the Scourge's war-like nature of "the more you fight, the more there are" means that if he doesn't save the civilians, he will soon find himself in a miserable situation of being "all alone".

"The Dark Well must be restarted as soon as possible!"

The great astrologer turned to the others and said:
“Alessandra has gone mad. She has closed the barrier, but this is definitely not the only desperate trick she will pull. We must control her. Lady Vashj, the responsibility of protecting the Queen is entrusted to you. I will lead the spellcasters to hunt down Alessandra and her last remaining loyalists.”

They must be hiding in the Night Fortress.

"I'll stay here."

Sylvanas picked up her warbow and said to Vashj:
“I have no special feelings for Azshara. The undead have already entered the city. If you want to rebuild the defenses of Nighthold, it will take some time. My rangers will stay here to help you with air defense, and I will guard the bridge at the fortress to buy you some time.”

"it is good!"

Vashj patted Windranger on the shoulder and said:

"I don't like your attitude towards the Queen, but I believe in the Sun King's sincerity. The external defenses are in your hands now. If necessary, blow up this bridge!"

Shiva didn't answer. She just gave Vashj a strange look, then looked at the clear fingerprints left on her shoulder armor. No, how come you, a high elf known for your "charm," have such a strong grip?
Could it be that beneath that beautiful exterior lies a Vrykul?

"Sorry, it's hard to control my strength when I'm excited."

Vaschi awkwardly withdrew her hand and whispered:
“Sometimes I really feel like I’ve become a monster in human skin, but it’s for the best. If it weren’t for this brutal power, how could I protect my supreme mistress? You young elves wouldn’t understand what the Queen means to us. When you see her with your own eyes, you will be just as willing as I am to give everything for her.”

"I doubt it."

Sylvanas pulled up her battle hood, gestured to Aqiang to stay and defend, and then marched out of the Nighthold with "Sun Maiden" Liadrin.

Vashj, accompanied by several maids, headed to the Queen's sleeping quarters, where they would establish the last line of defense to protect her.

However, just as the spy master entered the core area of ​​the Nightwell, she smelled blood, which made her expression change. She rushed forward and smashed the tightly closed magic door with a punch, and saw the royal guards who protected Azshara's sleeping land lying haphazardly on the ground.

A struggling, crawling maid, her hands crushed by magic, saw Vashj and cried out in anguish:

"Quickly! Elisande has gone to assassinate the Queen! She's gone mad! Go save her!"

"Ok?"

In an instant, Vashj entered a lightning-fast state of "nanosecond-level reaction," disappearing from her original spot in a flash, leaving only a trail of shattered ground behind. Like the burst of a humanoid beast, she stormed into the Queen's sleeping place in less than ten seconds.

The good news is that the Queen was not assassinated.

The bad news is that a disheveled Elisande is laughing maniacally, clutching two glass bottles emitting dark green smoke.

Under Vashj's furious gaze, a thick layer of green "dust" had already gathered around the timeless power of her supreme queen's slumber.

The power of time can indeed isolate all diseases, but for spellcasters who have mastered the secrets of time, the protection of time is not absolutely safe. Unfortunately, in the realm of "time," Elisande is the true master.

"you!"

With each step Vashj took forward, her body changed, as she activated a "hidden form" set up for this "female guard" by a ruthless vigilant in a fit of extreme rage.

The spy master questioned:
"What exactly did you do to your queen?"

"I love her!"

Elisande, clearly having entered a state of madness due to the gift of mind, turned around and said in a strange tone:

"I am loyal to Azshara! I love her just as much as you do. I just hope, I just hope my queen can empathize with her people. You know that?"

Her only mistake was her arrogance; her only problem was her innate pride.

Like you, I want the Queen to be better and more perfect. Therefore, I will eliminate this hidden danger and mistake for her. I will make her and her people suffer the same hardships. I will make her lose the face she is so proud of.

I want her
Ha ha.

"Returned to trolls"

"boom"

The glass bottle, still containing a sample of the plague, smashed to the ground. Elisande laughed heartily. At this moment, she was no longer the composed and dignified archmage she once was. Beneath that exterior lay a soul utterly broken by pressure, greed, and fear.

She was terrified of Azshara.

She had ten thousand years to make a move, but she waited until now to finally decide.

If she cannot save Suramar, which she has sheltered for ten thousand years, from Azshara's "tyranny," then let this ungrateful city burn.

"You! Deserve! Death!"

Vashj practically spat out those words, but Elisande was not intimidated.

She can manipulate the energy of the Nightwell, and her connection to the Eye of Aman'Thul is enough to make this place her domain. In this time that she can control at will, she fears no challenge, not even Azshara's.
But when Vashj's form actually changed, Elisande's eyes widened in surprise.

Then, the archmage let out an even sharper laugh:
"Monster! Your loyalty to Azshara has turned your body and soul into a monster. You are a monster that should not exist, just like your mistress! If she can truly awaken, she will witness your horrific state, you pathetic Vashj!"

Look at yourself now.

You are as ridiculous as your queen.

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"boom"

Frostmourne's icy blades, imbued with a heavy aura of death, slashed at the gleaming Holy Shield. The collision of death and holy light caused the already crumbling bridge to break.

Although the Divine Shield was not broken, Liadrin, who was holding the Divine Blade, was still pale.

Before her eyes, the Death Lord Tosedrin, wielding the demon sword, was like an unstoppable Grim Reaper. He dismantled the defenses of the Quel'Thalas rangers and paladins in less than ten minutes.

That deadly demonic sword, if it were to touch or even graz the living, would mercilessly take the life of the living and, in an instant, infuse the body with something even more sinister.

Liadrin is the chosen one of the Vigilant, and she is also a high priestess of the Sun Church. She can wield the power of holy light and the sun, but even this is not enough to stop the Grim Reaper who is running across the battlefield.

What's worse, she now not only has to protect herself, but also Sylvanas.

"do not come!"

Liadrin braced herself against the Holy Shield, struggling to withstand Frostmourne's repeated strikes.

She shouted:

"Shiva, back off! Don't come any closer, you're no match for him."

"But this isn't about whether I can win! How can I let you fight alone?"

Windrunner's second sister roared.

The rangers she brought had suffered heavy casualties, and behind her were thousands of Nightborne civilians and soldiers fleeing toward Nighthold.

The Black Knights are hunting them down, and the defensive line the Quel'Thalas elves have built here is their only hope.

Shiva drew his family's treasured bow and fired a whirlwind arrow forward. The flying arrows, like a barrage of cannon fire, sent several Black Knights flying into the sea around the bridge. One of the storm arrows even pierced Tosedrin's armor and pierced his heart.

If he were alive, he would have already failed, but unfortunately, the dead do not have a beating heart.

More importantly, it's not just the undead who are attacking the Nighthold.

There's something in the water!

A ranger's scream startled Shiva. She retreated quickly but was still overwhelmed by several Naga thugs rushing out of the sea.

As Shiva killed the Naga at close range, amidst Liadrin's roar, Shiva felt a chilling wind. As soon as she turned around, she saw Tosedrin's face, which was transforming into a skeleton in the cold air, and his eyes, as cold as ice.

"You are brave. Windranger will be proud of you."

He said so.

Then, the blade pierced her body, the cold edge tearing through flesh and blood, causing Sylvanas to lose all her power in that instant.

She was lifted into the air by Thosedrin like a banner of flesh and blood. As the bloodied Sasdora Warbow slipped from her grasp, the Windrunner finally cried out in pain. But then, with her last strength, she spat at the Death Lord before her, and was then coldly tossed into the chaotic sea by Thosedrin's sword.

That was her response to death, and death's response to her.

She said: There are no cowards in the Windrunner family!

Death said: Well done! You didn't disgrace yourself. I hope you survive, but it's probably unlikely.

(End of this chapter)