Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 746, Section 24: Awaken, Lich Queen Azshara!
Sylvanas was thrown into the icy water.

She is losing blood.

But what's more terrifying than blood loss is the icy chill that spreads throughout the body.

That was the power of death spreading; the piercing from Frostmourne had already torn a small piece of her soul the moment it delivered the fatal blow, releasing the "gift" of death into her dying body.

She will cross the gates of death and be "reborn".

Although she was not a spellcaster, she came from a "magical kingdom" like Quel'Thalas. When the "arcane concentration" in a place is too high, the people there always have a deeper understanding of everything than in other places.

Windrunner knew what was going to happen to her, but she was powerless to resist.

Even as she fell into the water, passing by the Naga who kept surging to the surface, Sylvanas saw mysterious visions.

She saw a pale elf with black hair standing with his back to her. It was a cruel and indifferent soul. The floating water was like a mirror, separating the two of them in the swaying light, as if they were in two different worlds.

When their eyes finally met, Shiva saw the blood-red eyes of the female elf opposite her.

It was a face she didn't recognize, but she knew that the soul hidden in that cold and vicious body was hers.

Another version of her.

Sylvanas, the Banshee Queen!

Windrunner struggled, her long golden hair spreading out in the water. In the dual agony of drowning and impending death, she wanted to get away from the Banshee Queen who was watching her.

But the latter reached out to her, as if to embrace her, as if to say that this was the common fate of all "Sylvanas".

They would always confront the Sorrow of Frost in a city full of elves, then die by this demonic blade, only to be resurrected in another cursed form, embracing death completely and forever, and becoming one of the spokespeople for death in the material world.

That was her fate.

There's no need to try to escape; all resistance is pointless.

Shiva felt her body growing colder and colder, and it wasn't just the seawater; the blessing from the power of death was dragging her into another world.

She was too weak to struggle.

In the fleeting moment when her consciousness blurred as if covered by a cold, ghostly claw, Shiva saw ripples spreading across the water's surface. In her daze, she saw Liadrin jump into the water and swim towards her, but two vicious Naga entangled her in the water.

They had no grudge against me.

They were simply following their instincts and hoping to see an elf die before their eyes.

How vicious!

"Let's go back."

Shiva wanted to say that, but she couldn't open her mouth.

The Banshee Queen's arms were about to embrace her body, dragging her into a tragic fate, but at that moment, a scorching, even burning, power burst forth from Windrunner's chest.

The "Rebirth Cross" that her mother had given her through Dale was activated.

Perhaps it sensed an impending death, for then the scorching holy light burst forth in the cold seawater, as if a small golden sun were shining on Shiva's chest.

The heat converged into blinding arcs of light in the deep sea, burning several fools who dared to approach to death, before scaring the dark and vicious Naga into fleeing in terror, shouting things like "The Vigilant has appeared."

Life is being restored.

That was the power of light, which cheered and raced through Sylvanas's veins, dispelling the cold, malicious touch and completely banishing the "blessing" of death, just as a warm hand grasped Sylvanas's fingers in despair and dragged her back from hell to earth.

In that instant, Windrunner clearly saw a hint of helplessness appear on the Banshee Queen's face before she waved to him and vanished into the fleeting illusion of death approaching.

The next second, Shiva was grabbed by Lyadrin's outstretched hand and pulled towards the sea.

A few seconds later, the two girls finally emerged from the suffocating seawater.

Liadrin was astonished. She had clearly seen Shiva pierced by Frostmourne, but now Windrunner was only physically weak. Even though there were gruesome cracks on her armor, only a shallow scar remained on her snow-white skin.

It's as if everything just now was an illusion.

"That is true."

The weakened Windranger shakily removed the Rebirth Cross from her not-so-full chest. The badge, which had once shone with golden light, was now dull and lifeless, like a shattered crystal, filled with cracks inside.

But such a badge is more like a work of art.

"The badge my mother left me saved my life."

Shiva pressed the badge to her forehead, but then cried out in pain, gripping Liadrin's wrist tightly and whispering:
“My soul... a part of it was taken away by that demonic sword. It can devour souls and use them to control the dead. No! Azshara, that sword... I heard its hungry roar. It wants to kill Azshara the way it killed me.”

"The Black Knight was blocked by Ah Qiang and his men."

Liadrin, in the water, pointed to the Dark Fortress before her, where smoke and fire billowed and a fierce war raged across the sky, land, and sea, and she cried out:

"The Kaldorei druids summoned the Moonguards. Look! Lady Tyrande is here too. She was the one who brought the Moonguards here when you fell into the water. That cursed sword might have been blocked as well."

"no!"

Sylvanas clenched her fist and said:

“I can sense it, it’s rushing through the Nightwell! It’s getting close to the core of the Nightwell, and Azshara is there. We have to get there! We have to stop it.”

"You need to rest; you're completely incapable of fighting in this condition."

Liadrin whistled, causing her armored combat dragon eagle to soar down from the sky.

She pushed Sylvanas onto the saddle and said loudly:
"Your family heirloom bow is still on the battlefield. It might have been picked up by the Naga. It will definitely be difficult to find it later. In short, you have a lot to do later. I'll go alone."

"Stop making trouble!"

Shiva shook his head and said:
“You are no match for Governor Torsedrin, who wields Frostmourne. Our strengths are evenly matched. He can kill me, and he can kill you just as easily. Ah Qiang will be heartbroken. That lovelorn man might even die for you.”

"That's true, but I have another identity."

Liadrin touched her magical bag and whispered:
"Don't worry, before coming here, I borrowed a 'relic' from the Lightforged Chapter. In a moment, it won't be me facing Frostmourne, but my lord."

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Tosedrin walked through a chaotic well of darkness.

His death steed had just been destroyed by the royal guards protecting Azshara, but that didn't matter much. Although most death knights were "short-legged corgis," Tosedrin was, after all, a magic prince in life.

Death changed him, but not so completely; he could still use a lot of magic.

Use it, manipulate it, in the manner of death magic.

This was probably the only thing that Tosedlin didn't resist so much after his death.

"Truth" did not abandon him because of his captivity in death; those faithful knowledge followed him across the gates of death, and now they will follow Tosedrin to complete the mission he has been given.

Azshara is just ahead.

The Elven Queen of the Imperial Age stood before him, the last echo of the "Good Age" of ten thousand years ago. As an ancient being who had lived through the Imperial Age, Tosedrin harbored indescribable feelings for the person he was about to kill with his own hands.

Even in this era, everyone knows about "Azshara's folly," even all elves know that Azshara single-handedly caused the end of elven civilization and the subsequent millennia of unease.

However, not all elves would turn against Queen Azshara and see her as the culprit behind everything.

In Tosedrin's mind, the Queen had only made a mistake. With her talent, ability, and ability, as long as she "turned over a new leaf," rebuilding the Elven Empire in this era would not be difficult.

At least that's what Tosedrin thought back then.

They were unaware of Azshara's ten thousand years of imprisonment on the continent of Pandaria, nor were they aware of the subtle changes that had occurred in the Queen's heart, but some elves were willing to believe that Azshara would one day lead them again.

This inexplicable stubbornness and persistence can no longer be explained by "personal charisma." But now, Tosedlin doesn't need to consider these things anymore; he has made his decision, and now he just wants to get this over with as quickly as possible and "go home."

Whatever great or depraved things Azshara might do in the future, it will have nothing to do with him, the already dead elven governor.

"boom"

Just as Thosedrin was about to step into the Queen's sleeping "bedroom," a loud noise from outside shook the entire main building of the Nighthold.

It seemed as if some terrifying behemoth had directly struck the elven palace from the outside, a commotion that made Tosedrin frown, and he suddenly had a strange premonition.

He's being watched by something!

"boom"

Another loud bang, this time even closer, sent bricks and stones flying and several walls collapsing. Even though the Dark Well was closed, the energy surging inside still went out of control and caused a chain reaction of explosions due to the impact.

As the withered dust settled, a hunched figure emerged from the collapsed wall, blocking Tosedrin's path.

Those were a bunch of trolls?

They are still Zandalari trolls. You can tell by their gold-decorated armor. They are the most elite Golden Guard of the Zandalari Empire!
But how did they end up in the city of the elves?

And that old guy in the lead.
"The Dark Prophet, Zul?"

Tosedrin said in a chilling tone:

Could you please move aside?

"Of course. No!"

Zur shook his head and said:
"Our Zandalari Elf Queen is right behind us. The empire's territory is vast, but we have nowhere to retreat. You want to harm the empire's supreme ruler? Then you'll have to get past this old, crippled body of yours first."

As Zul blocked Tosedrin, Princess Talanji had no time to linger and led a contingent of golden guards toward the place where Queen Azshara slept.

They needed to move the Empress of the Empire to a safe zone before the Swordholder of Frostmourne reached the Queen's throne.

"Either death has damaged my hearing, or you've all gone mad."

For the first time since his death, Tosedrin felt such a strong sense of absurdity. If the power of death had not suppressed his excessive emotional fluctuations, this old-fashioned elf would have jumped up and scolded the trolls for their rudeness when he heard Zul's "nonsense".

What is the Zandalari Elf Empire?
What do you mean by "Your Supreme One"?
Nonsense!

Azshara is the Elf Queen!

Even the kobolds of the Echo Mountains know this!
But the Death Lord believed that the old troll prophet hadn't come all this way just to tell him a joke, so the trolls also had their own "terrible intentions" towards Azshara.

She truly deserves to be called the supreme queen; in the eyes of all factions, she is a true treasure.

"Then I can only ask you all to die."

Tosedrin, sword in hand, moved forward, stirring up a biting northern wind that froze everything in its path. Zul and the dozen or so Loa shadow hunters behind him all pulled out Loa emblems of different shapes.

Trolls may be reckless, but they are not stupid.

Therefore, the swordsman wielding Frostmourne was now facing not only a dozen or so Shadow Hunters, but also the temporary avatars of the powerful Loa gods they served.

This formidable lineup is more than enough to withstand the Lich King's arrival; mere demon-wielding swordsmen have no chance of crossing this "wall of the gods."

As Rezan's roar echoed, the two clashed, but soon Thosedrin withdrew, and as Akunda's Shadow Hunters pursued them, the wielder of the cursed sword coldly raised Frostmourne high.

He mocked:

"You only have me in front of you, but you will face more than just me!"

This teasing prompted Zul to cautiously retreat. As it turned out, the old prophet was indeed quite capable. Almost at the same time as it retreated to a safe zone, an ever-burning liquid hellfire descended from the sky and slammed into the unprotected Night Fortress. The demons' assistance instantly resolved the situation of being ganged up on.

As the massive hellfire that crashed down transformed into a monstrous demonic giant several meters tall and began unleashing a barrage of fel energy beams, Tosedrin, without a second thought, seized the opportunity amidst the chaos to escape the battlefield and continue his advance.

He had already heard the commotion the trolls made while they were moving Azshara.

They seemed to have clashed with the Elven Royal Guard, and the feud between the two races proved to be of great help at this moment. As Frostmourne struck, the energy-soaked walls shattered, and when Torseidrin stepped into this final chamber, he looked up and saw Princess Talanji and several head ladies-in-waiting frantically carrying the Queen's pure body out of the core of the Nightwell.

They also prepared a very beautiful temporary royal carriage for the Queen, while the Golden Guard and the Royal Guard cooperated to form a defensive line despite their complete distrust of each other.

It seems I've put too much pressure on them, forcing the elves and trolls to unite.

But these are not the point.

Azshara!
Azshara, who had been asleep for ten thousand years, was drawn out of the Nightwell's energy. Her goal was now within reach, and Frostmourne roared.

Toseidrin strode forward, with Zul following behind. Zul decisively crushed the Azerite crystal on his staff and, amplified by the power of this world, unleashed a powerful strike using Rezan's strength. However, Toseidrin used the impact to leap forward once more.

The Lich King was laughing maniacally. Dog Egg saw this and knew that his subordinates were only one step away from killing Azshara, so he no longer hesitated to exert his power.

The Helm of Domination not only restrains the undead, but also strengthens them.

Rezan's spirit swung and charged forward, but the Lich King's immense spiritual power created an invisible energy field that protected Tosedrin behind him.

Liadrin also jumped down from the shattered palace. She knew she could not stop the death-like Tosedrin, so she decisively used the "Holy Relic" upon landing.

That was a "severed hand".

The crystal-like arm gripped the weapon tightly, gleaming with golden light. This was the relic severed when the Vigilant first faced the Nightsworn, and it was also the Lightforged Chapter's most precious relic, number 001.

If it weren't for the emergency, the twin archbishops wouldn't have been able to lend it out.

The relic cannot directly enhance the holder, but it can act as a node to summon the Vigilant to "take over" the fight.

As Liadrin prayed and called, the severed relic she had thrown into the air rapidly reformed into Diakum's radiant body amidst a dazzling light.

Unfortunately, this was merely a powerful avatar of holiness, and Diakum was still in Zaremotis, so he couldn't respond to this avatar of power with his own consciousness.

But it doesn't really matter, since we called him out to fight, not to catch up.

As the Vigilant appeared, he unleashed a Solar Flare that engulfed the undead before him, but unexpectedly, amidst the sword cries of Frostmourne, someone he never expected jumped out.

"Enemy! You are my enemy!"

The "sword spirit" of the demonic sword roared, looking rather dim-witted, but the moment it leaped out, it charged toward Diakum's avatar like the Jadney Boxer.

It roared:

"I want you dead."

"bang"

Two energy entities with deep-seated grudges collided, and the scorching and chilling forces erupted in the collision.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Tosedrin activated his ghostly phantom steps, bypassing the guards' defenses, punching away the desperate head maid who wanted to retaliate, and freezing Princess Talanji in ice.

He finally arrived before his queen.

The sleeping Azshara was so beautiful, while Rezan, enveloped in Azerite radiance, crashed down from behind and looked so ferocious.

He only had this one moment.

"O Supreme Queen Azshara"

Tosedrin raised the magic sword and called out:

"Please be crowned!"

(End of this chapter)