Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 753, Section 31: The dead will return in the morning breeze of this dawn.

Gul'dan was like a pathetic wretch who dreamt his whole life and finally woke up in a panic.

It finally received a response from Sachir.

But the damned dog's answer made it feel like it had fallen into an ice cave. In that instant, Gou Dan, who had long lost its sense of temperature, was like being thrown into the coldest pool of water in the dead of winter. Its spirit began to tremble and even shiver.

What's wrong with this world?
Gul'dan couldn't help but wonder why, in this day and age, even a top villain like himself had to fall victim to such a vicious "telephone scam."
That's not what we agreed on before!

You promised me a proper background, you promised that after I finished these dirty jobs I could go to the Shadowlands and become a "superior person"!

I did all the lousy things you asked me to do, and I even took the initiative to do the dirty work you forbade me to do.

I formed the Scourge and, through a series of vicious actions, successfully placed myself on the opposite side of all living beings in Azeroth, making every normal person feel chills and disgust when they hear my name.

I've gone to such lengths, yet you're unwilling to even fulfill that humble request from the very beginning?

Sachir!
You bastard!

I followed you back in Draenor, and you lied to me then. You're lying to me now. I curse you!

I curse you!!!
"boom"

Azshara pressed her fingers on the ice that sealed Gul'dan's soul, and she seemed to sense the hatred, fear, anger, and resentment in Gul'dan's heart.

she says:

"Even in Hell, there are different levels of evil. Clearly, Gul'dan of Draenor, when it comes to being a 'bad guy,' you're still a step below Lord Sachil."

However, a soul as purely evil as yours is probably rare even in the entire galaxy.

Your Queen intended to punish you for what you did to my subjects, but as your Queen realizes what is about to happen to you, all I can offer you is my blessing.

Good luck, you exceptional villain.

"click"

Amidst the sound of ancient ice being peeled away and shattered, Azshara gripped the top of the Helm of Domination, holding the ornament adorned with a hideous skull, and ripped the black, evil helmet from the Lich King's spirit head.

Gul'dan naturally resisted and opposed it.

It attacked Azshara, who was right next to it, with its psychic powers like a madman, but each strike only caused the cipher sequences floating around the queen to vibrate at a low frequency, like a hacker attacking a super-defense server.

Forget about implanting a virus, buddy, you can't even penetrate the outermost layer of their dynamic firewall.

The abbreviation is "unbreakable".

"I've seen many people rebel against fate; some heroically, some cunningly, some madly, some recklessly. As for you..."

The Queen admired the Helm of Domination, still shedding ice crystals, in her hand, and said to Gul'dan, who was screaming in agony:
"Your resistance is so cute."

"Enough! You bitch!"

Amidst the howling of the eerie wind and the swirling snowflakes, the broken-down Gou Dan cursed loudly:
"Don't think you've won! So what if you get the Helm of Domination? Even if you wear it and take control of my Scourge, you can forget about fighting the Burning Legion's relentless destruction."

what!
I may indeed fall into dire straits, but I will also witness your world sink into the flames of hell. You cannot protect this world, just as you could not protect your empire ten thousand years ago!
You pretentious piece of trash! You bitch who licks Diakum's toes!

Hahaha, no matter how capable you are, you can only watch helplessly as this world heads towards destruction, not tomorrow, not the day after tomorrow, but today!
The conqueror will throw it into the demon's flames, and only a bitch like you can escape. You are destined to carry this sin for the rest of your life in eternal turmoil!

I'm dead, so be it.

But to see the despair of you pathetic bastards who call yourselves 'heroes and warriors' before you die, my life will have been worthwhile!

The Queen was very angry.

No one had ever dared to use such vulgar language to humiliate her.

She had intended to use the cipher sequence to slap Gul'dan across the face and cut off that wicked tongue forever, but then she shook her head. There was no need. Why should a queen like herself get angry at a bastard destined to suffer for eternity?
This is all something it earned for itself.

Azshara sneered and took a few steps back to stand in the center of the Frozen Throne.

She gripped the two sides of the Helm of Domination with both hands, and as the Firstborn Cipher sequence pulsed continuously, the Queen, drawing upon her power, slowly tore the Helm of Domination apart to the sides, much to Gul'dan's horrified gaze.

This death helmet, which should have been incredibly sturdy, became quite fragile in Azshara's hands. Combined with the queen's bulging arm muscles and her cold, serious face, it possessed a powerful beauty reminiscent of "Azshara uprooting a willow tree."

"You pathetic fool, you frog in a well, you say I can't save my world? Then open your dog eyes and see how I'm leading my world from your so-called inevitable destruction into a new tomorrow."

End?

Do not!
This is just the beginning!
The future of a new era of stars has arrived! And you are the honored guest to sit in the front row and witness the demise of the demons.

"click"

A sharp crack rang out from the Helm of Domination being pried open, and the first crack burst forth as Azshara pulled with all her might.

In that instant, all the undead in the entire Scourge, whether they were Death Lords or the lowest-ranking skeleton warriors, whether they were in the frigid lands attacking Dragonblight or on the distant continent of Pandaria following demons to suppress and slaughter, whether they had their own consciousness or not, all heard the explosion emanating from the depths of their souls.

The invisible chains that bound all the dead were crumbling, and in the eyes of the higher undead, they even clearly reflected the image of their supreme queen shattering the helmet of dominion in the cold wind.

In the prison of Suramar, Tosedrin, burned to a crisp, suddenly raised his head. This demigod, who had long since given up on living as a dead man, trembled and knelt on the ground under the astonished gazes of several guards.

He shouted:
"Queen, in your name, I pledge my allegiance to you! Give me a sword! Elves, give me a weapon, I am going to the battlefield! Not in the name of the Lich King, but in the name of Azshara!"
In the name of Azeroth, we, the undead, are free.

On the battlefield teeming with the undead, the demons who were fighting so fiercely were suddenly betrayed by their minions. The death lords led their undead to turn their guns on the demons and launch the most brutal massacre.

On the land of Pandaria, the roaring Tomb Kings have broken free from the shackles of their dominion.

Having regained the dignity of emperors, they were determined to bring all those arrogant and disrespectful demons down to the dust!
"click"

Larger cracks appeared on the Helm of Domination, and even fragments of Oathsteel had fallen off.

Above the Icecrown Glacier, the winds and clouds shifted, and amidst Gul'dan's screams, the sky transformed into a mirror, clearly projecting the image of another world onto the heavens.

The scenery of the Maw is reflected in the eyes of all living beings!
"what is that?!"

On the land of Silithus, Lothar, who had just slain a fel lord, looked up, pointed at the faintly visible deathly landscape in the sky, and shouted:

"Can anyone tell me what that place is?"

"The Abyss!"

Kael'thas blinked over and stood back-to-back with the human emperor.

He summoned the fiery phoenix to breathe fire from Sulfuras and scorch the earth, and shouted excitedly:

"That's the Shadowlands, the land of death, our last reinforcements! Look! Lothar, do you see that? Diakum is right there! He's waving at us."

Behind him was... oh my god!

Lothar was also shocked. He and Kael'thas saw the same sight: on the land of the Maw, countless Mawsworn had formed an endless army of the dead, along with strange Covenant warriors raising their respective battle banners.

How many dead were there?
Countless!

More importantly, how many people had died in Azeroth at this time?
Countless!

"The demons are doomed!"

Vizier Llane Wrynn laughed heartily as he called upon his son to fight alongside him. The young Varian grabbed the elven horn from his waist and sounded it on his warhorse.

He brandished the elven sword and shouted:
"We're going to win! Look, lift your heads, warriors! Our reinforcements are coming! All the demons will die here! Don't let a single one escape."

On the other side of the Silithus desert, Kil'jaeden, who had just crushed a green dragon, also raised his head.

It also saw the illusion of the Shadowlands, and even heard the sound of the Helm of Domination shattering, the sound of the Veil of Life and Death breaking, and the silent cries of the dead.

The ultimate clash between death and fel energy is about to begin. On all battlefields of Azeroth and throughout the entire cosmos, the undead, who will never die, will wage an endless war against the immortal demons.

The world is truly changing.
Kil'jaeden looked at the reflection above his head.

It saw Diakum Zastins standing at the forefront of death, the vigilante riding a majestic reindeer wielding the Moon God's sword. This warrior of the Holy Light was ready to lead the dead into the battlefield of the living.

Holy light, fel energy, death, and the arcane magic represented by Azshara, who is shattering the Helm of Domination.

Four of the six Forces have arrived.

"Well done."

The Conqueror murmured something, then strolled out of his position. At the moment the crack in the sky burst open, the full power of the Dark Titan Sargeras was activated.

If they claim to be restoring Argus, then let them see for themselves.

"click"

An even more violent shattering erupted with Azshara's final tear, and as the Helm of Domination was pulverized into two pieces, the terrifying psychic power within it transformed into swirling black energy orbs that hurtled toward the sky above.

It was like shattering glass, breaking the sky above the Icecrown Glacier, with countless fragments being thrown outwards by the immense force.

The veil between life and death has been pierced.

This was the ultimate mission that the Helmet of Domination was sent to in the material world. The God of War created this divine artifact to completely break down the boundary between life and death when the Mandate of Heaven collapsed.

When Queen Azshara dropped the two pieces of debris in her hand and looked up, the familiar spire of Torghast, the Tower of the Damned, appeared upside down in the sky of the material world. The two worlds seemed to be mirror images of each other, completely "merging" into one in the shattered, yet beautifully broken, dark sky.

The winds from the Maw whipped through Icecrown Glacier, causing Queen Azshara to open her arms and close her eyes, as if feeling the place where she had once fought greet her.

"Here they come."

The Queen, beautiful as a statue beneath a mirror of death, spoke softly as her long hair danced in the wind:
"The restless dead have come, with hatred for demons and longing for the living. They have come, and Azeroth welcomes them."

"buzz"

The first "meteor" fell from the shattered sky.

It was a golden light, like a meteor streaking through the darkness. Behind him, starlight, like stars falling from the sky, descended from the heavens. A meteor shower that swept across the entire land of Azeroth had arrived.

They will descend upon every battlefield ravaged by war and destruction; they will appear before every demon roaring with destructive intent; they will unleash the endless resentment accumulated over twenty thousand years upon the right enemy.

They came to seek revenge.

They came to punish them.

They came with the first war cry of death.

They came seeking rest.

"boom"

A chilling meteor crashed down on the top of Icecrown Glacier, right beside Queen Azshara. With a classic "superhero-style landing," the Marquis Blackhand rose from the shattered ice and returned to the material world.

Wearing a bullhorn-adorned helmet, it bowed in salute to Queen Azshara, thanking her for opening the gates to the mortal realm for the demon slayers of the Shadowlands, before striding toward Gul'dan, carrying a necromantic banner of Maldraxxus.

"Isn't this battle flag cool?"

Blackhand removed the helmet, allowing Gul'dan's spirit to see more clearly the face adorned with death and power.

As the blue flames flickered, it gently touched the ice that sealed Gul'dan's spirit, pointing to the battle banner it had crafted itself amidst the terrified cries of Dog Egg.

it says:

“I made 999! I distributed those banners to 999 necromancers I highly regard, each one crafted with the finest materials of Maldraxxus, ensuring they would last for a thousand or even ten thousand years.”

I will cut you into 999 equal pieces, my dear Gul'dan.

I will subject your soul fragments to endless torment and agony until all the Death Slayers can return to the Shadowlands satisfied, only then will I allow you to rest in peace.
Haha, just kidding.

You'll never rest in peace!

But how to say it?

Don't blame me for being cruel; after all, you earned this with your own hands! So, shout, scream, use your pain to please me, and let those you've hurt feel at ease.

"boom"

Blackhand's fist slammed into Gul'dan's ice, and as cracks burst forth, the Marquis of Death roared:
"Cry! Cry now! If your crying isn't good, I'll kill you!"

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"The dead have arrived! The counterattack begins! How long until Dimensius arrives?"

Archbishop Auress, radiating a battlefield aura, asked a question about the ongoing summoning ritual. General Staghelm, after a moment's calculation, replied:
"Ten minutes at most! It has already entered the Proxima Centauri system, and will reach Azeroth after three phase teleportations! Have the Lightforgers returned?"

"Yes, Commander Diakum personally led the Mawsworn into the Silithus battlefield, but the bad news is that the Dark Titan seems to have thrown a Power Avatar there."

Aurecis said:
"I don't know if the two Moonlit War Gods can hold out, but in any case, get Dimensius here as soon as possible! The commander must retrieve his body to complete this 'Holy Sun Rebirth'. Whether Sargeras comes in person or sends a ghostly avatar, they will engage in a battle and duel here that is destined to shake the stars."

Our people, who are rushing here, will have the privilege of witnessing this scene.

The recapture of Argus was never a dream; we have embarked on this glorious path, and today's victory is but a tassel. Behold, the night is ending, and dawn is breaking!

Ps:

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The concept art of the veil between life and death being broken is shown below:
(End of this chapter)