Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 754, Section 32: The Queen Who Was Once Fooled Issues a Duel Challenge to "Shrimp-Headed Man" Sargeras.

The "Stars of the Dead" that descended from the cracks in the heavens became a true spectacle at this moment when the world was about to perish.

Those soldiers who came from the dead were not only scattered on the most brutal battlefields; their numbers were so great that when the Oathsworn truly appeared, they formed a spectacular sight of countless stars shining in the sky.

Every second, tens of thousands of undead are evenly "sprinkled" across every battlefield in Azeroth. Even at this rate of deployment, it would conservatively take at least two days to send down the entire army gathered in the Maw.

The Abyssal Oath army, which the Warden had painstakingly built and shaped over the past, transformed into a kind of "protective" force in this instant. Perhaps this was originally Zovar's plan, but when it was led by His brother, the Warlord, into the battlefield of the present world, these Abyssal Oath warriors displayed their formidable strength the moment they landed.

The brutal demons from the entire Twisting Nether are now forced to confront the ruthless undead from the entire Shadowlands.

The most terrifying thing is that in this head-on clash of the two Forces, there are many demon slayers who were sent to the Shadowlands by the demons themselves.

They return from the dead, perhaps no longer so intense or noisy, but when the rage simmering from death strikes down with the wielding of psychic blades, it brings even more and heavier pressure to the arrogant demons.

Most importantly, the undead of the Shadowlands are not actually "unfamiliar" with Azeroth.

Many of them come from here.

"Seventh Legion, charge with me!"

In the ruins of Stormwind, which had been razed to the ground, Marshal Windsor, already covered in blood and delirious from his battle, had just been surrounded by demons on a ravaged battlefield. Feeling that he might not survive, he decided to lead his last remaining troops in a desperate counterattack.

But their numbers were too small.

Especially after the city was razed to the ground by the firepower of the demon warships, even the last defensive advantage was shattered, leaving the warriors with no choice but to engage in the most frenzied field battles against the vicious demons while under the "world buff".

The outcome of such a battle was destined to be unfavorable. The physical abilities of mortals were limited, and no matter how much they were strengthened, it would be difficult to contend with demons who were inherently brutal and had racial advantages. Moreover, the numbers of the two sides were not even on the same level.

No matter how many demons the warriors killed, the number of enemies they faced never seemed to decrease.

Such battles are extremely demoralizing, but ironically, Marshal Windsor doesn't have to worry about "desertion in the face of battle" at all.

Given the current battlefield situation, with the demons refusing to accept prisoners, even if the warriors escape from the front lines, they have no chance of survival!
Cowards will die, heroes will die, civilians will die.
Everything will perish!

Since I'm going to die anyway, I might as well take someone down with me before I die.

But just as Marshal Windsor led his last remaining troops into the fray, stray "meteors" fell straight into the blood-soaked battlefield.

Marshal Windsor had already targeted the demon commander, Manari, but before he could charge, a "meteor" struck the man squarely on the head. The heavy impact crushed the surrounding demons and knocked the demon commander to the ground.

The latter tried to get up and fight back, but the next second his head was chopped off by the cold, runic halberd.

The subsequent deluge of stars brought with it a powerful undead with each fall.

Most of them are silent and fierce Mawsworn, who do not have many thoughts and only appear as "executioners of death," but the commanders from Maldraxxus are more vibrant.

As Marshal Windsor and his remaining soldiers watched in astonishment, the fallen undead, holding high their necromancy banners, swiftly formed a formidable assault formation in the silent, deathly stillness. They advanced silently, attacked in silence, and then, in deathly stillness, seized victory.

Apart from the clash of weapons and the roars of demons, this legion makes no other noise.

Instead, the first psychic to appear summoned his abomination companions and wreaked havoc, then turned and strode toward Marshal Windsor.

The guy was dressed in a cool and sinister runic armor, carrying a halberd adorned with Maw skulls, and wearing a full-face horned helmet in the style of Maldraxxus. He was surrounded by eerie green necromancy, like a walking necromancy ritual.

Wherever his feet touched, those who had died in the war were given a "new life from death".

In just a few seconds, the desolate city on the verge of collapse was filled with living dead. Summoned by the most orthodox power of death, they rose to their feet and, following the warriors and Mawsworn of Maldraxxus, launched a fearless attack on the demons that roamed everywhere.

There were many demons, but there were also many dead in the city ruins. Soon the two sides reached a stalemate. What was even more terrifying was that "meteors" kept falling into the battlefield from the sky.

You know what, this continuous "falling stars" scene bursting forth against the blood-red sunset is full of a kind of romance that belongs only to war.

The psychic knight approached Marshal Windsor amidst the wary and fearful gazes of a group of wounded soldiers.

The marshal is not even afraid of death, so why would he be afraid of a dead ghost?
He stood there, leaning on his greatsword, its blade already dulled, the Stormwind banner he had risked his life to protect fluttering above his head, trying to straighten his back and make himself look more dignified.

"Long time no see, Windsor."

The psychic warrior sized up the disheveled marshal, then let out a sneer devoid of much emotion, mocking him:

"You once said you wanted to be a marshal. I thought it was just a dream, but I never expected that you would actually achieve it."

"You! Who are you?"

Marshal Windsor was shocked. The man before him no longer had a human form, but the marshal immediately realized that this was definitely his former comrade-in-arms and fellow soldier. However, the helmet blocked the other man's face and eyes, and he seemed to have no interest in telling the marshal his former name.

Faced with the marshal's question, the psychic warrior merely gazed wistfully at the surrounding ruins, shaking his head as he said:

"Who I am is not important; what matters is where I come from. It is an honor to fight alongside you again after death. Stormwind will not fall! It did not fall when I died, and it will not fall to the enemy when I return."

Come forth, 'Dragon Slayer'!
This time, it's your turn to take command. Be careful not to die, or there will be another necromancer in Maldraxxus.

Your personality isn't suited for that place.

After saying that, he turned and left.

But the marshal seemed to already know the other party's identity. After all, he had many nicknames, but only a few people knew the nickname "Dragon Slayer".

"Colonel!"

The marshal wiped the blood from his face, removed the tattered lion shoulder armor, and threw it away. He shouted:
"Oh dear, your tombstone is in town, right behind the cathedral. Won't you go and see it?"

"I'm going to my own grave?"

The psychic warrior chuckled and waved his hand, saying:
"Forget it, I have been reborn. The past doesn't mean much to me anymore. What matters is you who are still alive. Please remember those like me who have already died."

If you've forgotten, then beware of the angry dead seeking solace in your heart one early morning.
What are you still doing?
The counterattack has begun!
Field Marshal Windsor, I command you!
Follow in the footsteps of death, and all the demons you see will perish today! The Shadowlands speak today, and I am its merciless roar!

"If you are the merciless roar of the dead, then we are the war cry of the living! Warriors, follow! Follow our former comrades, follow these indomitable dead! Don't let them look down on us, the living."

Come with me to slay the demons!

The marshal laughed heartily and raised his dulled sword high, while the remaining soldiers behind him erupted in thunderous cheers.

Holding their tattered and filthy battle flags, they charged forward alongside the undead, driving the swaggering bastards bit by bit from the ruins of their city with a cruel, decisive, stubborn, and deathly war mentality.

Every corner had remnants of the dead, perhaps filled with loathing for the undead, especially the paladins of the Guardians of the Church. But faced with the paramount importance of protecting the world, cooperating with the dead seemed not so unacceptable. Such scenes occurred everywhere in the world. The number of Abyssal Oathbreakers was large enough for the Warlord, as the commander, to squander the "legacy" of Zovar with a "saturation rescue" approach.

This is actually a form of consumption.

The number of those who swore the oath was so great that it was affecting the balance of life and death.

The Lord of War and the Queen of Winter want to rebuild order in the Shadowlands, and these uncontrollable Abyssal Oathbreakers naturally need to be reduced to a "reasonable level." Using this epic war to relieve the pressure of the unbearable cycle of life and death is one of their strategic objectives.

With this completely unreserved and generous donation, the battlefield situation in the world of Azeroth was reversed in a very short time.

But those are all changes on the periphery battlefields. The main battlefields, such as the Silithus Desert, are like a bottomless pit that devours everything. In a war personally overseen by Kil'jaeden and with the participation of the Fallen Titans, no matter how many Mawsworn are sent here by the Lord of War, they will be consumed in a very short time.

This is also normal.

This desert archway, the Temple of Souls, is the true "heartland" of Azeroth. Legendaries can only serve as cannon fodder in this battle, and demigods can only become frontline commanders. The saviors gathered here are the most dazzling figures.

But they were facing a raiding party composed of the most elite group of high demons from the entire Twisting Nether and the Burning Legion. There were at least thirteen "super robots" like Garrosh the Destroyer operating simultaneously on this desert battlefield, and their destructive firepower was enough to easily change the terrain of this great desert.

Even without these insane adversaries, the aftershocks of the battle between Argus and the fallen Titan Gorgoneth in the ocean would be enough to create a full-screen area-of-effect attack that could annihilate everything.

Not to mention that Kil'jaeden, personally enhanced by the Dark Titan, is still locked in a fierce battle with the two Night Gods.

The release of Lady Tyrande and Archbishop Nelly's Black Moon Wrath is already very close to that of lesser gods. If we calculate it this way, this small desert is currently hosting a chaotic battle between five lesser gods from different factions, which can definitely be considered a small-scale "god war".

The number of Abyssal Oaths is indeed large, but most of them cannot withstand the divine AOE that erupts everywhere, and their average survival time is less than ten seconds.

Fortunately, the Shadowlands also have no shortage of demigods.

Therefore, when the lord changed his deployment strategy, Silithus, which was already in a frenzy, became even more chaotic.

At the heart of this chaotic battlefield, Diakum, riding the reindeer and wielding the Sunstrider's Warhammer, was wreaking havoc among the Great Demons. Lord Argus held the advantage and didn't need to intervene, but the two Night War Gods were about to break through their power seals, which was a very bad sign.

After all, there are some adorable old men among them who are on guard.

However, spirits have a power boost in the special environment of the Shadowlands, but not in the material world. Diakum's destructive power is weakened in spirit form. Although he can still easily unleash the "All Things Turn to Ash" invincible charge against the great demons, it is still quite difficult for him to reach Kil'jaeden's location on this terrifyingly intense battlefield.

He had already assumed the starting stance of "Heaven's Gate," preparing to summon the angelic army of the High Heavens to aid him in battle. However, before the supreme divine spell could be cast, Queen Azshara, who had teleported back from Northrend, appeared precisely beside Diakum. She said:

"I'll keep watch here. I'll hold them off when Sargeras arrives! You hurry to the Star Sea! The Devourer of Worlds is coming. Retrieve your Sun God Body!"

Azshara stared at Kil'jaeden, who was being overwhelmed by two Night Elf War Gods at the far end of the battlefield. She noticed the unique shadow of burning fel fire behind Kil'jaeden, and a deep hatred shone in the queen's eyes.

She whispered:

Sargeras watched over this place. Although he did not come in person, he could send Kil'jaeden into a more powerful form at any time, thanks to Diakum.

I.
I am not yet Sargeras's match.

Once the Dark Titan truly descends, you will be our last pillar of strength! Quickly retrieve your divine body and complete your rebirth as a holy sun.

The Queen spoke at length, while Diakum watched her "new makeup" with great interest and said:
"Your fangs look so perfect, my lord. How does it feel to be a troll again?"

"This feels so good, so good that I want to slap you all to death!"

Azshara said coldly:

"You bastard, you must have planned this all along! What Holy Light Saint? Bah! You're no less cunning than Denathrius! So, because of your 'betrayal' of your Queen, Diakum, you are banished!"

You are no longer my court advisor.

"It's a real shame, I quite liked this honorary title."

The vigilant shrugged.

He glanced worriedly at the battlefield of the Moonlit War God ahead, then his wings, which had gathered light and shadow, broke away from the battlefield and transformed into a golden meteor that shot out of the celestial sphere.

He was to meet Dimensius there, who would deliver the "takeout," and complete his final rebirth toward dawn.

After Diakum disappeared from the battlefield, Queen Azshara stroked her fangs, stomped her foot in annoyance, and then summoned the magic sword to cut through the battlefield, which then fell into her hands. With the application of the Firstborn Cipher Sequence, she appeared behind Kil'jaeden through a highly precise teleportation spell, and the magic sword swung up and then fell down.

Blood splattered everywhere, and evil energy erupted.

Kil'jaeden staggered away after being struck hard, only to be hit by two more fully charged Black Moon Slashes. He glanced at his severed left hand, the surging fel fire dancing as it reshaped the claw.

"You can not!"

Azshara held the magic sword, with two Moon Gods hovering behind her on either side, the three powerful ladies forming a perfect battle formation.

The Queen said in a cold tone:

“Let Him come out! Kil'jaeden, let Sargeras come out. Your queen is like a ‘abandoned widow’ with ten thousand years of resentment to tell about that ‘fraudster’.”

The conqueror bared his teeth.

It looked at the queen whose aura was rising steadily, but did not utter any sarcastic remarks because of Azshara's arrogance.

They were just stating the facts.

Given Azshara's current rate of energy increase, if the Dark Titan doesn't intervene, Azshara alone with her sword would be enough to annihilate all the demons in the world. Moreover, the full-scale intervention of the Death faction has made the Conquerors realize that this offensive against Azeroth is heading towards an irreversible failure.

It glanced at the still-falling "rain of stars," and while calling for Sargeras to "descend," it shook its head rather helplessly.

It had truly done its best, yet it still couldn't complete this destruction.

It wasn't a fault of our fighting spirit.

but
Well done!

If they can protect Azeroth in this way, they can naturally break through all obstacles and reclaim their homeland.

Argus, your eternal night is finally coming to an end.

(End of this chapter)