Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 749, Section 27: Azshara's Confusion: Should the people follow their monarch, or should the monarch respond to the people?
The hall of the Dark Night Well was deathly silent.

Only the echoes of the old troll's hoarse roar, which had disregarded life and death, remained. The cheers and applause of the troll Death God whistling turned into gusts of eerie wind. Diakum, who had been invited to watch, maintained his solemn demeanor and even stopped Liadrin from stepping forward to rebuke the trolls for their crazy fantasies.

Just watch the show quietly and don't disturb the Queen's absolute authority!
This seems to represent Diakum's viewpoint and opinion on this matter.

Azshara remained silent.

But you could tell from the Queen’s expression that she was experiencing a great deal of turmoil.

The trolls weren't really arguing illogically. Having received the gift of Azerite crystals, they were indeed about to embark on an evolution of their life form. Learning from the elves' experience, they couldn't allow themselves to follow the same path as the "magic-addicted race."

This means that the trolls will step on the elves to cross the river.

They will indeed become more outstanding and excellent "elves" in the future, and the mysterious forms of Haraniel are the perfect templates chosen by the trolls for themselves.

They will become the "Avatars" of Azeroth.

Who dares to say that Haraniel isn't an elf?
They are a perfect blend of the trolls' powerful vitality and the elves' energy affinity, and they have been guarding the sacred tree in the hidden city at the foot of Un'Goro Crater for a very long time. They are the first true "Guardians of the World".

Once the trolls begin to evolve in that direction, it will only be a matter of time before the magic-addicted elves are eliminated by the cruel nature.

King Kael'thas of the Sun clearly understood this, which is why he spared no effort to establish the Sun Cult, in order to preserve the Sin'dorei elves' right to exist in the natural selection process before the trolls completed their evolution.

Although the Kaldorei elves do not have a magic addiction, they are indeed much less compatible with Haraniel in terms of energy affinity.

Even more critically, the ten thousand years of immortality has severely altered and impacted the night elf social system. The night elves are still unable to accept life after their immortality has been taken away, and it will take them a long time to adapt to their new lives.

Moreover, the night elves inherited the common problem of "difficulty in reproduction" among elves, and they are far from "perfect".

Trolls don't have this problem.

Trolls give birth in a manner as exaggerated as humans, and like humans, they are absurd creatures that are "in heat all year round." If they can retain this advantage in their evolution, then even if Mother World favors elves, she will eventually have to accept the fate of the elves disappearing from history.

To reproduce.

Does a race that cannot even meet its basic needs for reproduction and expansion really have a reason to exist?

This is a common problem for all long-lived species.

At this time, Sachar, far away in the Shadowlands, was determined to sever the Eredar's perfect immortality based on this very need, as the Eredar's reproduction was far more difficult than that of the elves.

"continue."

In the silence, Azshara rubbed her temples and said in a hoarse voice:
"I must be crazy, but keep going, let me hear your outrageous ideas."

"His Majesty!"

Vashj grabbed Azshara's hand and cried out, tears streaming down her face:
"No! Don't listen to these trolls' lies! You are the leader of the elves, how can you lead those barbaric creatures? We will follow you to rebuild the empire, we still have many of our people!"

There are still many Highborne elves in Azsuna, we can still…”

"Come on, her empire is long gone, and you old fogies should have woken up from your dreams long ago."

With a cold shout, Tyrande the Nightsworn, wielding the Moonlit Blade, emerged from the darkness, the black moon and starlight battle markings on her face gradually fading.

Tyrande's gaze toward Azshara was unfriendly, yet she still sheathed the Moonlit Blade and carried it on her back.

She stood twenty paces away and said loudly:

"In this day and age, neither the Kaldorei nor the Sin'dorei will abandon our kingdom and heritage and return to the Empire's command just because Azshara gives the order. If you insist on conquering us, then we will resist with all our might!"
Even if it means another internal war between the Pokémon!
The problem is, Azshara, you keep saying you know you're wrong, yet you still want to start a war under the watchful eye of Mother World, just for the sake of rebuilding the empire?

In this world now invaded by demons, and all things hang by a thread, will you set aside your selfish desires and the principles of this world, making an incredibly arrogant choice?

"Alas, Your Majesty, do not listen to their nonsense!"

The wicked Bwonsamdi transformed into a swirling, eerie wind. It knelt before Azshara in an exaggerated gesture and then offered its "advice":

"Your empire has always existed, beneath the dark sea, in the lightless abyss, where the former High Elves were twisted into ugly Naga, yet they have managed to maintain a vast empire in the deep sea."

That's where you should be.
Yes, listen to old Bumsandy's advice.

I'm sure that with just one decree from you, those soft-skinned snakes who have lost their evil god and are in a state of confusion would be very willing to return to your command and personally offer their deep-sea empire to you.

She truly is a perfect queen!
Having just awakened after a ten-thousand-year slumber, you already have two empires awaiting your inheritance. Oh my, I'm so excited for you!

Look at the dissatisfied look on your face.

how?

You just said that all elves are your children and subjects, so the Naga, who aren't considered beautiful enough, have been expelled from the elven family tree?

Bumsandi drawled out:

"Oh dear, Lady Vashj, the natural-born 'Queen of the Deep Sea,' is going to cry her eyes out. Look at her perfect Naga form, she's going to be expelled from the 'human race' too. How pathetic!"

"You're right, aren't you, little Talanji?"

Bwonsamdi turned his head 180 degrees and winked at Princess Talanji. The troll princess was stunned for a moment, then her mind raced, and she immediately understood the "hint" from the wicked Bwonsamdi.

After a moment's thought, she immediately stepped forward and said:
"If you are willing to ascend the Golden Throne of Dazar'alor, the Zandalari Empire can also merge with the Naga Deepsea Empire under your command!"
Bumsandy is right!

You are the leader of all trolls, and the Naga are merely a secondary variant of the dark trolls; they are also one of us.

Not just the Naga, but also the Void Elves, Salian, and Fel Elves!
With a single command from you, they can all become official citizens of the Zandalari Empire. That's right, with a single command from you, your subjects can return to your throne from the deep sea, from the Sea of ​​No Light, from the Realm of Death, and from the Twisting Nether!

Your empire will rise once again atop Azeroth and the stars in an instant.

What is an empire from ten thousand years ago?
Ten thousand years from now, you, returning from history, will rule the entire sea and land; you will become the undisputed 'King of the World'! You will…

"do not talk!"

Azshara suddenly erupted.

She shouted, and her intense emotional outburst resonated with the Darkwell, causing the terrifying arcane energy to break free from the well's control. With Azshara's rage, it transformed into a starlight-studded energy tide, roaring down onto the platform.

It seems they want to rid the Queen of these scoundrels who are making her angry.

But the next second, Azshara slapped the surging tide of magic back.

"What's it to you! Go back and stay quiet!"

Under her reprimand, the previously enraged and out-of-control magical tide was easily dispersed and obediently returned to the constraints of the magical well.

This scene stunned everyone else, and even Bumsandi was taken aback.

What the hell!

Sister, you're amazing! This thing is arcane energy derived from the Eye of Aman'thul!

It has been supplying Suramar with its own magic for ten thousand years without any sign of diminishing, yet its energy level is only slightly inferior to the Well of Eternity. Is it so obedient to you, like a grandson being trained? So, is this the world of the strong?
"You all get out! Diakum stays."

Azshara sat back in her chariot, visibly annoyed, and waved her hand, saying something.

Vashj was worried about her queen, but she chose to obey and left with the two prisoners and the other maids.

Under Tyrande's indifferent gaze, the trolls, along with Bwonsamdi, turned and left. As they passed Diakum, the Dark Prophet bowed, a silent exchange that conveyed a clear meaning.

It hopes the Vigilant can persuade Azshara that leading the Zandalari Empire is truly good for everyone in the world.

Tyrande was the last to leave.

The Night Oath said softly:

"I want to thank you for the final seal you placed on me ten thousand years ago, Azshara, but I have no regrets about destroying your empire with my own hands. That wasn't a personal grudge. If you had continued to cause trouble back then, there would have been no way for this world to survive."

Mother World believes you still have a chance to be saved. Although I have my doubts, I will follow Mother World's will.

I just hope you won't repeat the same mistake.

Finally, what I just said was the truth: you cannot rebuild the Elven Empire in this era! I will not agree, Kael'thas will not agree, and even Dean Bluemoon and Lady Sandara will not agree. The empire ceased to exist the moment you fell into slumber.

Accept this reality, and then cheer up. The world needs you; it needs you more than ever before.

The Nightsworn bowed to Queen Azshara, thanking her for saving him ten thousand years ago, then withdrew from the moonlight, leaving only the avatar of Diakum and Queen Azshara in the hall.

Dick didn't say anything.

He remained silent as he stepped forward, using holy light to form chains that encircled and sealed Frostmourne.

This magic sword will be of great use later.

"You are my court advisor, shouldn't you give me some advice at this time?"

Azshara said in an unfriendly tone:
"You also want me to sit on the golden throne of Dazar'alor, to abandon all dignity and call myself the Troll Queen, right? You Holy Light schemer who loves to have fun!"

"I understand that you're in a bad mood, but don't take it out on others."

Diakum turned around and said:
“I have never expressed my opinion on this matter. Zul and the Golden King consulted me, but you know my style. I don’t want to interfere in your internal affairs. After all, I’m just a passing Warrior of Light.”

"You fart!"

This was probably the first time Azshara had reprimanded someone so rudely.

She was really angry; her body was trembling. She said:

"If you're not going to take a stand, why create such a hidden form for Vashj? Why make her look like a Naga? Isn't that implying that I should accept reality? You also believe that if I want to rebuild the empire, I can only unite with the Naga, right?"

You also think that only by turning myself into a monster can I possibly return to the stage of this world, right?

"You think too much."

Dick turned around, sighed, and said very seriously:
"I gave Lady Vashj that form simply because she was well-suited to that combat stance. She may look like a Naga, but she is actually a different kind of being. And if you insist on giving me advice, I can only tell you that you really should wake up from your dream of rebuilding the Empire."

Are they wrong to accuse you?

You ruined your empire yourself, and you say you've realized your mistake, but your angry demeanor doesn't seem like the humility to admit your grave error.

The trolls will become even more outstanding elves, and they will proudly draw back the curtain on elven civilization in a new era.

This is a reward from the Supreme Star Soul; you can't stop me, and I can't either.

Actually, I've never really understood why you, who clearly experienced the entire process of evolution from dark trolls to elves, would engage in such a brutal battle and conflict with the trolls after the establishment of the empire.
Is it simply because you feel proud of being an elf that you are so eager to exterminate the trolls in order to cover up your less-than-honorable origins?

look!

The empire you built from scratch has problems at its very foundation.

If it's ruined, so be it. I don't think it's a regret.

After all, if you can kill trolls to cover up the truth, then even if the empire continues to this day, you will find other reasons to kill humans, dwarves, and gnomes.

Azshara was so angry that she was trembling all over, but she couldn't refute him.

The demonic sword, sensing the Queen's wrath, roared back from the outside, but when Remonia saw Diakum confronting the Queen, she also chickened out.

She dared not pounce on him, even though it was just an embodiment of power.

“You are a monarch, you should be with your subjects at all times, therefore you shouldn’t be asking me this question in the first place.”

Dick had no intention of arguing with Azshara.

The time limit for this embodiment of power was also approaching, so he suggested:

"If you are struggling to make a decision, why not look at your people? The Nightborne of Suramar are your most loyal subjects, their loyalty lasting for ten thousand years. Such loyalty deserves to be rewarded, doesn't it?"

Go ahead.

Go among your people, and I think you will find the answer.

He made a "goodbye" gesture, deliberately withdrawing his consciousness, allowing this unique avatar to fade away in the light, returning to the form of the broken-armed crystal relic.

Azshara took deep breaths in the desolate place, trying to calm herself down.

She called out to Mother World, wanting some advice from her, but Mother World remained silent at that moment, simply gazing at her with warm eyes.

This means that whatever decision she makes, Mother World will not interfere.

However, should he disappoint Supreme Star Soul?

As Zul said, is he going to run away from the responsibilities he was born with?

Did Mother World painstakingly "create" her just so that she could lead the elves?
Azshara felt lost and confused.

She remembered Diakum's words and decided to leave to see her people.

A clever teleportation spell enveloped her, transporting Azshara to the shores of Suramar. She intended to disguise herself there to avoid causing chaos among the people. However, as soon as she landed, the queen saw a little girl crying as she leaped up from the shore.

"?"

Azshara flashed away and returned with a Nightborne child looking like a mud monkey in her hand.

"what!"

The little one was startled. She saw Queen Azshara's face and didn't recognize who this incredibly beautiful older sister was for a moment. But the next second, she screamed and covered her face.

"Don't look! Don't look, please!"

Azshara sighed; she had already seen it.

The child was transformed into a little troll under the influence of the plague. Although he was not hunched over, he had fangs at the corners of his mouth and his face had become more rugged.

But as Zul said, the plague, which originated from the life force, caused her to degenerate and took away her addiction to magic, turning her into a weak but healthy little black troll.

"Why do this?"

Azshara asked:
"Don't you want to live at such a young age?"

"They all say I'm a monster."

The little girl wiped away her tears and said, sobbing:
"They say trolls should all be killed. My old friends don't play with me anymore, and my parents have abandoned me. I... I don't want to live like a monster. I've known since I was little that elves are noble beings, and trolls are barbarians."

I don't know why I became like this, and many people have become like this; many people have jumped off this building.

They say the sea can wash away shame.

"No, seawater can't wash away the shame. I've tried."

Azshara sighed and said:

"Ten thousand years ago, I also soaked in the icy seawater, but it couldn't take anything away. Let me see you, little girl, don't be shy, don't laugh at me."

The Queen hesitated for a moment, then said softly:
“I used to have little fangs just like you.”

"Oh? Really? Beautiful big sister, you are the most beautiful elf I have ever seen. You also had fangs? These things are so inconvenient."

"No, fangs are actually very convenient, especially when gnawing on bones."

Azshara touched the little girl's cheek, examining her body to assess the effects of the plague. Seeing the girl's continued discouragement, the queen jokingly remarked:
"Trolls' large feet are also very agile, allowing you to move swiftly through the forest. Trolls have excellent eyesight, and their natural dynamic vision can help you avoid deadly attacks."

Elves
Elves are not noble and perfect, and trolls are not inherently savage.

That was just a lie.

(End of this chapter)