Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 750, Section 28: Azshara's Coronation - The Firstborn Son of the World Listens to Your Voices

Azshara completed her examination of the plague spores and their degenerative effects in the midst of conversation and laughter.

Although this is a power within the realm of life alignment, completely different from the arcane path walked by the Queen, after deciphering the mysteries of the Firstborn Runes, Azshara can obviously analyze this unfamiliar power from another perspective.

The reason is very simple.

The current six fundamental forces system can all be traced back to the First Ones, and the rune sequence is its most fundamental power. Theoretically speaking, all the power concepts in the current Star Sea can be deduced through the endless combinations of rune sequences.

It's simply a matter of "computing power consumption".

Degenerate spores are not considered a particularly advanced force in the realm of life. Their complexity is even less than that of the "fungal progenitor" of the old mushroom head Malathus. With Azshara's talent, it would be very easy for her to "reverse deduce" them.

She was now certain that Diakum and Zul had not lied about the plague spores.

Although these degenerate spores took away the Nightborne's elven form, they also subjected them to a "one-click format" during the process of degeneration, meaning that the elven energy affinity was washed away as they returned to their troll form.

Without energy affinity, the addiction to magic will naturally be cured.

Although this method of treatment is cruel, it is very effective.

This is similar to how, when a program malfunctions and the bug cannot be found, reverting to the original version with one click can often solve the problem. Even in the world of metaphysics, "factory reset" can solve the problem of most magical items being unusable due to various errors.

Azshara sighed.

This spore degeneration is a one-time event; she cannot use any other method to turn the girl in front of her, who has already turned into a little troll, back into her elf form.

She will maintain this "dark troll" appearance and go through a period of weakness. However, trolls are inherently resilient species, and she will recover her health in a year or two at most, even becoming healthier than before.

"Sister, I feel really strange."

Perhaps sensing the Queen's reliability, or perhaps because the "elf mindset imprint" of "loyalty to the Queen" within her was triggered, the little girl clutched her stomach and whispered:
"My stomach hurts terribly, I might be poisoned! It's a strange feeling, I've never had this before."

"goo"

The sound of her stomach rumbling made Azshara blink.

She looked at the little girl in front of her, and after a few seconds of calm, she finally couldn't help but laugh.

She patted her head and said:

"You're hungry, not in a stomachache or poisoning."

"Hungry? Wait a minute!"

The little girl scratched her head and said:
"I don't want to drink magic wine right now, so why would I be hungry?"

"You won't need to drink that weird and disgusting stuff anymore."

Azshara didn't spend time explaining to the brat what "magic addiction" meant or the pitiful state of the Nightborne after being corrupted by it. She raised her finger, and the magic sword Lemonia flew out with a whoosh. When it returned a few seconds later, a dead rabbit was stuck in the blade.

The Queen certainly wouldn't cook herself. She snapped her fingers, and a comically round arcane elemental wearing a chef's hat was summoned, quickly processing the ingredients.

Judging from its appearance, this guy must have been one of Queen Azshara's "royal chefs" ten thousand years ago.

Training arcane elements to cook is something probably only a super genius like Azshara could accomplish, since elemental creatures are notoriously stupid and averse to learning, except, of course, for Aluneth in Aegwynn's talkative staff.

There's only been one abstract, talkative element like Aluneth since the beginning of time.

Because it is abstract enough, it is unprecedented and unparalleled.

A few minutes later, the fragrant rabbit meat was served to the little troll. She kept wiping her drool, feeling strange because she had never had any appetite for such food before.

It is said that only the fair-skinned high elf nobles in the entire city of Suramar would try this food; everyone else would drink magic wine to fill their stomachs.

Even when they occasionally get food, the Nightborne don't eat it, because their bodies have "evolved" to the point where they can no longer digest food due to years of drinking magic.

The excessive thinness of the Nightborne is probably partly due to this factor; simply consuming magic cannot replenish the various nutrients the body needs.

"Try it."

The Queen said:
"I'll finish eating here and then go explore other places."

"I know where those elves who turned into trolls are hiding!"

The little troll took a tiny bite of rabbit meat, then her eyes widened. Her poor taste buds were completely unable to describe the complex flavor, but one thing was certain: after the first bite, her body began to rejoice, as if she had never been so happy.

She ate heartily, and then said to the pretty older sister:
"They all hide in the city's sewers, where there are ancient underground palaces. They dare not go out because trolls cannot survive here."

The noble Queen Azshara will not allow trolls to live; they are the enemies of the elves.

Many uncles and aunts are discussing escaping from here. I ran away to find my parents; I'm worried they'll get hurt.

"This is their home, why are they running away?"

The Queen said with a touch of self-deprecation:

"Is everything Azshara says necessarily true? Azshara has ruined her own empire; she is clearly a very unsuccessful monarch and does not deserve your ten thousand years of loyalty."

"Snapped"

The half-eaten rabbit meat was thrown at the Queen's feet, causing Azshara to look up at the little troll in surprise.

The latter had already clenched his fists angrily and was glaring at her.

"no!"

The little troll screamed:
"The Queen is a good person! You mustn't say that about her! When those fair-skinned Highborne elves bullied us, it was the Queen who ordered her Royal Guard to protect us!"
Those really bad guys wouldn't give us any magic liquor, which turned many people into withered ones. It was Lady Vashj who distributed their magic liquor to the people in the Market District.

She said the Queen was asleep and unable to protect us.

But now that the Queen is about to wake up, those villains won't dare to bully us anymore.

Lady Vashj wasn't lying. In the months since she announced the Queen's awakening, our lives have been much better, and many of our friends have been chosen to go to the Queen's palace, including my friend Connie.

Connie secretly told me that as long as the Queen wakes up, everyone will no longer lack magic wine, and everyone will be able to live a wonderful life!
you!
You have fair skin too!
You must be one of those bad guys too; only bad guys are afraid of Queen Azshara.

Pooh.

I thought you were a good person; I wouldn't eat anything you gave me.

The little troll's anger came out of nowhere.

But a child that age is obviously not capable of lying; the honesty reflected in her bright eyes left Azshara speechless for a long time.

She had mixed feelings at that moment.

Clearly, the shrewd Vashj used some means to unite the Nightborne civilians in Suramar who were suffering greatly. Even if it only took a few months, it was enough for these Nightborne to develop a cult of faith in the Queen.

Because for the past ten thousand years, not a single person in this city has been willing to speak up for them.

Now Vashj tells them that Queen Azshara will uphold justice for them, and that she has sent the Royal Guard to protect them from the oppression of Elisande's Highborne, and has given them enough mana wine, so they believe her.

The problem is, those magic drinks were supposed to be given to these Nightborne commoners!
Vashj and the members of the Royal Guard had all eaten the Arcandor fruit; they had no need for the magic brew. The magic brew that Elisande had sent had been stored in the Nighthold for thousands of years, and now it was simply being returned to them.

But is such a favor enough to garner the Queen's most loyal followers?

What hellish lives her people have endured for the past ten thousand years!

Perhaps in their eyes, Queen Azshara, whom they have never seen but who truly sleeps in the Dark Well, has become a "symbol," a symbol used to confront the harsh reality and look forward to a better future.

Even if it may never come true, it doesn't stop these Nightborne living in the mire from keeping this hope.

All suffering will pass once the Queen awakens; everything will be alright once Azshara reappears.

The Nightborne survived for ten thousand years through this kind of self-persuasion.
No wonder Elisande went crazy like that.

The Archmage knew that no matter how much she did for the city and the Shadore, she could never replace Azshara in the hearts of the Nightborne.

loyalty.

This word had never been so real and heavy in Azshara's heart. For much of the past, she had taken the elves' loyalty to her for granted, believing that she was born to enjoy it all.

But is it really so?

More importantly, how will she respond to the heavy loyalty bestowed upon her by the Nightborne?

"I was wrong."

The queen breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and took a small piece of meat from the plate, handing it to the angry little troll. She said, "I shouldn't have blamed Queen Azshara like that. As long as she wakes up, all the disasters will pass, and I believe she will lead you again. She will protect all the elves and the whole world."

"Hmph, that's pretty much it."

The little troll was finally satisfied.

She took the piece of meat and continued eating, but then said sadly:
"Unfortunately, I am now a troll, and the queen will no longer protect me."

"No, you are an elf!"

Azshara knelt down, took out her handkerchief, and wiped the ragged little troll's face. She said very seriously:

"Whether or not one has fangs is not the standard for distinguishing elves; whether or not one possesses a noble soul is. In reality, the me you see is not the true me."

"what?"

The little troll stared wide-eyed in surprise, unable to understand what the beautiful woman was saying. Then she saw Azshara wave her finger, causing the mysterious Firstborn runes to form a unique sequence in front of her. Immediately afterward, the runes dissipated into green smoke that enveloped the queen's body.

As the smoke cleared, the little troll exclaimed in surprise.

Before her eyes, the beautiful woman's mouth also sprouted fangs, small and delicate, even decorated with arcane magic patterns, yet they were real. Her skin was no longer as white as the moonlight, but turned into a healthier wheat color.

Her form also changed; her arms became longer, her legs more flexible, and her overall shape became more "robust." Although Azshara had never seen those Haraniel, she knew how to perfectly blend the forms of trolls and elves.

As Zul said, the Queen personally experienced the entire process of the dark trolls evolving into elves.

This is the limit of what Azshara can accept for "cosmetic surgery".

The Queen still cared about her appearance and dignity. Fortunately, both the Nightborne infected with the plague and the Zandalari Empire awaiting the Queen's rule only needed a symbol.

In fact, Azshara didn't need to do that at all.

Even if she were to rule in the form of an elf, no one would object to it, but if she were to respond to that heavy loyalty, she should do so.

"Did you get the disease too?"

The little troll sighed and said:

"What a pity, your disguise was so beautiful. You are the most beautiful elf I have ever seen, just as beautiful as the legendary Queen Azshara."

"Nonsense, I'm beautiful now too!"

Azshara snorted and said:
"No matter how things change, I will always be the most beautiful and noble woman in Azeroth and the entire material world. Are you full? If you are, it's time to get to work. Take me to see where those people are hiding."

I want to tell them in person that this will always be their home.

They're not the ones who should be leaving!

Her gaze shifted to the city still engulfed in flames, a sharp glint flashing in her amber eyes. She said:

"It's them! It's those villains who take advantage of their power to destroy the beautiful things in other people's hearts, those fools who think they have the ability to decide the fate of this world."

The Queen of this world has returned!

This world no longer needs to live in fear.

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The army of undead and demons is still attacking the market area. The previous wave of slaughter from the demon sword had caused them heavy casualties, but they are unwilling to give up this "fat piece of meat".

Azshara's royal guards protected the civilians in the market district. Those people were utterly incapable of fighting. Although they launched an attack and recaptured some ground, having not experienced war for ten thousand years, they were no match for these insatiable monsters.

After the demonic sword that annihilated everything disappeared, the war in the market district once again descended into carnage.

General Varosson, wielding his battle blade, relentlessly hacked and slashed at the forefront. The demons and undead who had died at his hands had piled up into a mountain, and the massive remains of the three slain abyss lords continuously exuded the filth of fel energy.

Even if they win this battle, Suramar will never be able to return to its former perfection.

This infuriated Varosson.

This is the Queen's final palace. Once the city is polluted, he will go there to find another palace for his Queen to stay in.

Damn!

These demons deserve to die!

"General! General, look! Reinforcements are coming from behind!"

A swordsman wiped the blood from his face and called out to General Varossa. The Imperial Guard general looked up in confusion.

Suramar is in such a state of chaos, where would reinforcements come from? Could it be the elves of Azsuna or Black Rook Hold coming to their aid? The two sides have been enemies for ten thousand years, why would they be so kind?
Under Varossen's watchful eye, a tattered battle flag soon appeared on the chaotic battlefield.

That battle flag must have been through a long time and hadn't even been properly maintained, but it was indeed Queen Azshara's battle flag from when she went to war during the Empire.

When it appeared, the Imperial Guard general's heart skipped a beat.

Is it
"buzz"

A crimson sword light erupted with a howl, and Remonia, who had returned, transformed into a crimson storm enveloped in boundless killing intent, slashing down any evil creatures that dared to approach.

The crudely armed "trolls," brandishing a jumble of weapons, charged forward in disarray, following the demonic sword.

They shouted their loyalty to the Queen, their voices a chaotic mix of bravado and fierce spirit. In the sky, pterodactyl riders of the Golden Fleet appeared, and surprisingly, the Zandalari Empire's troll guards also raised the Queen's battle banner.

Even the god of wind, Paku, personally appeared here.

The ground trembled, and the spirit of the World Holy Spirit Rezan strode into the battlefield at Princess Talanji's call.

As the troll priests sang ancient and sacred songs, the golden throne, carried on the shoulders of countless trolls, appeared on the battlefield. The figure surrounded by countless trolls raised a finger, and then a storm of lightning swept down from the sky, cleansing the demons.

"No"

Varosson was struck dumb, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

He saw his queen transformed into a troll, leading real trolls and the Nightborne who had been transformed into trolls by the plague onto the battlefield, as if she had always been the queen of trolls, not the queen of elves.

"Don't be silly, come and help!"

A dark troll clad in Suramar city guard armor killed a demon guard, stroked his fangs, waved his hand, and excitedly shouted to the Nightborne peeking around the market area:

"Queen Azshara has said that trolls are also a type of elf! From this day forward, there are no more trolls in Azeroth, we are all elves! We no longer need to worry about the plague, the queen has accepted us!"

She is still our queen, and we are still Azshara's subjects!
Come, elves!

Follow the mighty Queen Azshara to slay the enemy!

The crowd remained silent.

But a few seconds later, a terrifying cheer erupted in response, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down.

Those "trolls" who had been hiding in the crowd with their faces covered by hoods were especially excited. They tore off their hoods, revealing their fangs, and sang praises to the supreme Azshara. No longer fearful, they charged into the battlefield with great excitement.

Only Varosson stood alone in the same spot.

"You have declared countless times that you deeply love the Queen."

Vashj's voice rose from the shadows, the spymaster whispering:

"So, do you love the Queen's appearance, her status, or her soul? Do you know? I have never seen the Queen's soul shine as brightly as it does today."

She is Azshara!
She is my mistress to whom I serve, and I will dedicate myself to her with all my might, even if it means conquering the empire of the deep-sea spirits for my queen in the form of a 'monster'.

When I'm not around, you must protect her for me.

Varossen turned to look at Vashj, who was being handed a bottle containing degenerative spores by the spy master, who said softly:

"On the bright side, you can enjoy the Queen's solitary song every moonlit night again. My advice is to learn from those passionate and simple trolls. They never hide their love for someone."

"But...but I'm just a...Oh my god, how could I dare...This is blasphemy!"

"That's enough! Be more confident. No woman likes you when you're looking so insecure right now."

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