Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 751, Section 29: The last order from Dimensius, the universe's strongest deliveryman. Remember to leave a good review, okay?
Azshara barely did anything.

When someone reaches her level of skill, they become "lazy".

The main reason is that after seeing a wider world, they yearn to achieve more. The already tight schedule becomes even more insufficient, and their minds are filled with various plans. They wish they could split every minute in half, so they have no spare time to participate in this kind of "low-intensity" battle.

Just a few hours ago, she was fighting against the true god of death!

Asking her to exorcise the undead and demons that are no longer worth mentioning is indeed asking too much of a question; even a master must maintain their composure at all times.

Moreover, in this situation, there is no need for the noble queen to take action personally. Her mere presence is enough to boost morale. Although she is already in "troll form," considering that the spread of the demonic plague in Suramar is currently unstoppable, it is clear to everyone that the large-scale degeneration of the Nightborne is only a matter of time.

In this situation, the Queen's willingness to sacrifice herself was enough to move the terrified elves to tears. They supported their Queen and immediately and unconditionally accepted Azshara's anti-elite claim that "trolls are also a branch of the elves."

A "truth" concerning identity was formed so quickly that the trolls of Zandalar did not object, and the Kaldorei and Sin'dorei on the battlefield would certainly not object either.

Humans are hypocritical, and so are elves.

If you tell them you were once dark trolls, eleven out of ten elves will fight you to the death; but if you say that trolls are unlucky, unblessed potential elves who cannot evolve, then the elves will seriously correct the difference between the two and frown as they agree with your statement.

Ironically, both versions are true; it's just that the same truth is being told from different angles.

Who can find fault with it?
Of course, there are still some deeply ingrained "Arch-Elf" enthusiasts who cannot accept this kind of talk, but the Zandalari trolls have now spread the news of their acquisition of Azerite crystals throughout the world, and with the help of the world's essence, it is only a matter of time before the trolls undergo a large-scale evolution.

Rather than waiting until the end to see the trolls, with their enormous population, stage a "barbarian overthrow" for you, it's better to take advantage of the propaganda now to eliminate the threat in advance.

Previously, it was a conflict between two races, with countless heads rolled and rivers of blood flowing. Now that everyone is an "elf," it has become an internal conflict within the civilization.

For the leaders of both sides, there will be many more tools at their disposal when dealing with various matters. Overall, Queen Azshara's "transformation" has not been detrimental to either the elves or the trolls.

Quel'Thalas and the Kaldorei, in particular, were both shocked and relieved after witnessing the troll-turned-queen.

By doing this, Azshara essentially abandoned her plan to rebuild the old empire, which means they no longer need to worry about the legal issues of their respective nations.

From now on, there will be no more treacherous ministers, my friends. From now on, everyone will be a loyal subject of Azshara.

Of course, Azshara's path to inheriting the Zandalari Empire will not be smooth sailing. She will also need to annex the Naga's deep-sea empire, which will also take time. However, when the two are truly united, Azshara will become the true "Queen of Azeroth," and her power will be even more formidable than it was ten thousand years ago.

Given Azshara's cautionary tale, other factions have to be more mindful.

But this isn't really a big problem.

Queen Azshara wears the Heart of Azeroth ring on her finger, signifying her acceptance of her identity as the "Daughter of the World," bound by the World Mother who will never allow the tragedy of ten thousand years ago to repeat itself.

Under these circumstances and with this mindset in mind, the undead and demons that had invaded Suramar were quickly wiped out.

When Azshara casually tore open a cosmic rift and threw a Garrosh Worldbreaker that the Burning Legion had hurled down into the great black hole on the other side of the starry sea, the war that had nearly destroyed the Nightborne came to an end.

The Battle of Surama has been won.

This is a victory for the combined forces of the trolls and elves; both sides are winning, and the demons are the only losers.

On this battlefield strewn with corpses, the trolls surrounded their "queen," each one strutting about with arrogance.

Princess Talanji personally guarded Azshara's side, while the Dark Prophet Zul rode a triceratops adorned with a golden platform, and in a rather ancient and formal manner, announced the Queen's indisputable rule over the Zandalari Empire and all the elf (giant) clans of the world of Azeroth, in front of thousands of onlookers.

The Nightborne who had become trolls responded enthusiastically, with Nightborne infected with the plague constantly rushing towards the Queen's camp. However, those Nightborne who remained in their elven form hesitated and were bewildered.

The Queen did not make things difficult for them.

She knew very well how difficult it would be to get all the elves to accept this change, after all, it was a feud that had lasted for ten thousand years, and it wouldn't be so easy to resolve.

However, even though she has undergone "cosmetic surgery," her "elf-like charm" is still there.

Her face was not the savage look of a traditional troll; it was a new form resulting from the perfect fusion of elves and trolls. Even the most discerning elf had to admit that the queen's new makeup was by no means ugly.

Under her silent gaze, Varosan, his former commander of the Royal Guard and loyal sycophant, discarded his dulled sword and walked toward Azshara with hesitation and trepidation. The Golden Guards, at the princess's command, made way for the valiant High Elf general.

They watched him approach the luxurious throne carried by the trolls.

Under the gaze of millions, Varossa removed his helmet and tossed it aside, revealing a face that was undeniably handsome and majestic.

He looked at his queen.

From initial doubt and confusion, to acknowledgment and acceptance, and then to appreciation and admiration, when Varokon came to the throne, his gaze toward Azshara returned to its former fervent infatuation.

He really doesn't care what the Queen becomes.

As Vashj reminded him, he loved the Queen’s soul, not her face or status.

This is probably the kind of self-persuasion that simps excel at.

Sylvanas and Liadrin, who witnessed this scene, even felt a little sorry for her, but in the end they didn't say anything.

They've already gone to such lengths to lick your boots, so let's at least save some face.

But seeing Varosson act like that, Sylvanas couldn't help but think, "If a man treated me like that in the future, ugh, I'd get goosebumps!"

But Varosan's sycophantic manners were extraordinary. He didn't care about the strangeness in other people's eyes. He knelt down as devoutly as before, and took out the potion bottle of degenerate spores that Vashj had given him. He was about to follow in the footsteps of the queen when Azshara stopped him with her magical hand.

"Come to me."

The Queen said gently:

"Without your loyal protection, I always feel very insecure."

Varossen nodded firmly.

Since the Queen does not require him to serve her in troll form, he should obey her orders.

He leaped onto the luxurious golden throne and stood beside the queen as he had ten thousand years ago. Princess Talanji handed him a golden helmet belonging to a military commander. Varosen hesitated for a moment before reaching out to take it.

He glanced at the Loa sculptures and divine proverbs adorning the helmet and couldn't help but purse his lips, but he still put it on his head to conceal his difference from the other Queen's subjects. Then, under the cover of the helmet, he continued to gaze tenderly at the Queen's back with adoring eyes.

This gesture made Princess Talanji shudder.

Ugh, these elves are so cheesy.

If someone were to look at you like that for eternity, you'd probably go crazy. However, Azshara clearly enjoys this admiration and considers it part of her "royal power."

"My subjects of Surama!"

The Queen said in a loud voice:

“You have proven your loyalty to the Queen, and therefore the merciful Queen will rebuild your former home. I want to tell you that I do not force you to transform your form.”

All elves are my subjects, whether they have fangs or not.

There is only a difference in appearance between you, not in your souls. The sun and the moon will shine upon you equally, just as the Queen's gaze will always fall upon every subject. From this day forward, Suramar will become part of the Zandalari Empire!

You and your cities will become the new frontier of the empire, and the entire Endless Sea will become your domain to roam freely. The Loa and a more mysterious culture will gradually enter your lives, and more changes will follow.

But as noble spirits, we should embrace the future rather than dwell on the past.

A new empire has been established!

This open and inclusive empire will welcome all subjects who are willing to accept one another, and will provide all subjects with the necessary protection. I hope you will support this powerful empire and join me in forging an unbreakable unity.

After speaking, Azshara turned her gaze to the night elves and high elves on the battlefield, and said:

"Kardore and Sindorei, convey my words to your leader today!"

The past is the past. I would be happy if you were willing to return to the Empire, and I would not reprimand you if you wanted to maintain your independence. But from this day forward, you can no longer slaughter my elven subjects at will.

Kalimdor has the territory of the Shattered Spear Elves, and the northern frontier of the Eastern Continent also has the territory of the Amani Elves. After this war ends, you must return the occupied territories to ensure peace between the two sides.

If you don't want to witness Azshara's wrath erupting from the sky, the earth, and the sea, you'd better watch out.

After saying that, Azshara waved her hand.

After Princess Talanji raised the Scepter of All Souls and announced "Return to the Capital," the vast army of trolls—no, elves—encircled their queen and marched toward the Nighthold.

The Queen's royal guards, under Varossa's leadership, all surrendered, not to mention the court ladies.

They have received their new orders: under the leadership of Lady Vashj, the "Deepsea Lord" personally appointed by Azshara, they must fight against the Naga for the Queen and bring all these "Deepsea Elves" under Azshara's command.

Those soft-skinned snakes were originally subjects of the Elven Empire; they had simply gone astray. But now that the Queen has awakened, they should also pledge their loyalty!
How can there be a bright future if we follow scum like Savage?
If we want to improve the Deepsea Empire, we should align ourselves with the esteemed Azshara!

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Has it arrived?

Somewhere in Azeroth, the Twins are maintaining a mysterious ritual on a desolate mountain. The Void Singer's Staff, once gifted to Xal'atath by Dimensius, is placed at the heart of the ritual. Under Thaloras's command, the Void Warlocks of the Shadowwalker Order are proceeding with the ritual to summon the Eater of Worlds.

Auress, accompanied by other Shadow Chasers, stood guard nearby. In response to her question, the Archbishop of Holy Twilight in his Void form replied in fluent Shas'ar:

"It has turned to the lament of the starry sea, announcing that the Devourer of Worlds is about to arrive in Azeroth. We are strictly controlling the rate of summoning to ensure that Dimensius arrives on this battlefield at the right moment."

But Dimensius is in very poor condition!

"What does it mean?"

Aurecis asked curiously:
"So, it got an upset stomach after arrogantly swallowing Commander Diakum?"

"That's for sure, Your Excellency."

Carrying the Spirit-Slaying Scythe, General Deer Helmet, who exuded an increasingly villainous aura, said in a hoarse voice:
"The arrogant Dimensius wants to swallow the eclipse, so he will naturally be affected by it. I don't think anyone other than the Lightforger can bear the heavy symbolism of the eclipse. It's only a matter of time before the so-called gluttonous one who devours everything turns into ashes under the eclipse."

Its condition was certainly not good, but that symbolized past weakness and future rebirth.

It's like an egg nurturing something great.
It is about to be shattered from the inside, and in the cold, endless darkness of dawn, a holy sun will rise to illuminate all things. This is only a process, for the brightest light can only burst forth from the darkest abyss.

We, the servants who walk in the darkness, will witness the immortal ascension of the Lightforgers alongside all the people of light throughout the starry sea!

"Well, although what you say sounds nice, I think your doctrinal level needs to be improved."

Aurecis complained:
"The concept of light and shadow symbiosis is outdated. Now, Commander Diakum has developed a brand new concept of 'light and shadow symbiosis,' which is the ultimate secret of the doctrine of the Lightforgers and Shadowchasers, as the leader of the Shadowchasers."

I know you've been very busy lately, but you can't give up your study of truth.

This is really important.

Your service to the light while walking in the darkness means that you must be constantly tempted by the whispers of the void and the abyss; it may only be a matter of time before you stray from the right path.

However, once you grasp this teaching, you will be able to explore and move forward more safely in the darkness.

Light and shadow are one!

We cannot and should not discuss and view them separately.

"Is now the time for you to discuss doctrine?"

Saloras said coldly:
"Not only will the demons hinder Commander Diakum's ascension to immortality, but the Void Thieves will also not allow us to proceed with this summoning ritual so smoothly. I'm sure there are Void dogs lurking in the shadows watching us right now."

They will do everything in their power to prevent Diakum's return, so you all better be serious! Send our sentries further out and summon the Baal hunter-killer for protection.

This ceremony cannot be interrupted; we must personally pave the way for Commander Diakum's return home.

"The situation going forward will be very difficult."

Aurecis whispered:
"If Kil'jaeden had any sense left, it should have realized that the turning point in the war had arrived after Azshara awoke! These next few days are its last chance."

The conquerors will launch a final counterattack against Azeroth at all costs. As you said, not only fel energy, but the void will also surge in this chaos. This is also their last chance.

Speaking of which, sister, have you noticed that the sunlight in Azeroth seems to have dimmed a bit in the past week?
Does this mean that…?

"The eclipse has quickened its pace."

Saloras responded in a sob in Shasyaar:
"But don't worry, they can no longer extinguish the dawn."

Meanwhile, atop Kil'jaeden's flagship, a massive demonic fleet undergoing a large-scale phase shift, sailing from the Twisting Nether's borders into the Azeroth region, the Conqueror, facing the "magical communication" device entirely formed from fel energy, roared in fury:
"What do you mean you can't come? Are you kidding me? This is the final battle of the Burning Crusade! All the demons have been mobilized to destroy Azeroth, and you're going to be absent at such a crucial moment?"

"I won't be absent; I just can't be there in person at this moment."

The deep voice of the Dark Titan resounded amidst the gathering fel energy, saying:
"I'm doing something more important right now."

"What could be more important than the destruction of Azeroth?"

Kil'jaeden scolded:
"Isn't this the ultimate goal you set for the Burning Legion?"

"Of course!"

The Dark Titan said:
"In a place beyond the sight of mortals, there lies a hidden danger of evil energy, Zare, which you cannot even imagine. Well, you don't need to understand what I'm doing. Just do your best and finish your work. Once this detestable 'sacred site of creation' is destroyed, I will appear."

Don't worry!

I will grant you the right to bear the authority of fel energy; I will lend you all my power, so that you may take my place in wielding destruction.

"I don't know what you discovered, but if I may be frank, do you really think you'd fall for such an obvious 'luring the tiger away from the mountain' tactic?"

Kil'jaeden scoffed:
"Believe it or not, this is absolutely your last chance to destroy Azeroth. If you don't come, you'll have to bear the consequences of what the future holds."

(End of this chapter)