Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 763, Section 41: The Black Hand's Daughter Has Grown Up, Possessing Strength That Can Uproot Mountains and Overwhelm the World

The demons really have no intention of running away!

Under Sargeras's command, they will fight to the last man on Azeroth, which fully demonstrates the terrifying control the Fel Lord has over the demons. Although the Dark Titans do not appear on the battlefield of the Material Sea most of the time, the demons of the Burning Legion are truly willing to sacrifice everything for their divine decrees.

This is not only because Satan has sole control over fel energy and is the sole sovereign of the Twisting Nether, thus holding a high position, but also because of the demons' "born and raised by nature" philosophy of life.

The path of the legion is one of killing and being killed.

For demons, the journey from birth to return to the Twisting Nether is merely an "experiential trip." They don't value their own lives, so when their lives can be exchanged for more, demons are naturally happy to sacrifice themselves.

Although the entire material star system and all life forms aware of the existence of demons mocked the demons as ignorant, cruel, and warlike, a bunch of beasts who only knew how to destroy, there was one thing that other races could not deny.

demon
This life form is the one most closely connected to the Force among all the races that have ever been born in the universe. In fact, every demon can be regarded as a claw directly shaped by fel energy.

Demons do not have the concept of "reproduction"; each demon is created directly from the Twisting Nether.

This means that if demons follow the path of the Force like other races, their power acquisition speed will be ten times or even a hundred times faster than that of other races.

Unfortunately, nothing in this world is perfect, and therefore demons generally lack wisdom.

That's the reality of the Fel Force's fixation on the concept of "destruction" at the individual level. If Fel makes you a destroyer, what's the point of intelligence?
Just do it!

This means that while demons have an extremely close connection to fel energy, they are also the race most difficult to traverse the path of the Force. Getting a demon to calmly comprehend the truth of fel energy is more painful than killing them.

Fortunately, fel energy seeks destruction, so demons don't need to think too much; they can gain favor with the Force by wreaking havoc and also seize power.

Demons are content with "using" power and have no interest in "exploring" or "understanding." They could easily become stronger by spending more time, but they are too lazy to bother with that.

In this time, I could slaughter more living beings and burn down more cities, which would also make me stronger and satisfy my uncontrollable destructive desires.

All I can say is that this race, from top to bottom, is filled with an abstract quality.

If they weren't so utterly useless, the Dark Titan wouldn't have gone to the trouble of recruiting soldiers from the Eredar. But now, the Dark Titans are disappointed in the Eredar.

Kil'jaeden ultimately chose to side with his people in Azeroth. Although Sargeras didn't care about this, even a dog that has been raised for tens of thousands of years will develop feelings, let alone the great demon lord he had personally chosen.

He commanded Kil'jaeden to conquer the stars for Him, and Kil'jaeden accomplished it perfectly. However, when the will of Sargeras clashed with the desires of the Eredar, Kil'jaeden almost immediately turned against them.

Sigh, I can only borrow it, not own it.

Therefore, the "locals" of the Twisted Void are still the most reliable!

In any case, the framework of the Burning Legion has already been established. Whoever is in power in the future will have to act according to the organizational framework left by Kil'jaeden and Sach'ir. Whether or not there are Eredar is no longer of much significance.

This might be what Sargeras was thinking when he was expelled from Azeroth for the second time by Diakum, and it also aligns with the purpose of His "Selection" oracle.

This final wave of shock and slaughter will select a new generation of demon commanders for the Legion. They will be more ruthless, more brutal, and more cunning than the Eredar. Entrusting the future of the Burning Legion to them will ensure that the fel faction does not lose everything in the next phase of the Force War.

Yes, General Sa has realized that after more than 20,000 years of fel energy ravaging the universe, the "counterattack" belonging to the demon slayers who have been inflicted with suffering by the demons is finally about to begin.

If He can withstand this wave, the advantage of the Twisted Void will remain.

But if even He can't hold on, the demons will probably be facing their "darkest" time.

Those intelligent demons clearly realized this as well, and so in the final stages of this world invasion war, the intensity of the fighting soared to the most terrifying level since the start of the war.

The saviors, returning to their respective territories, discovered that no matter how many times they defeated the demons, there would always be men with unwavering morale charging forward.

Even though the Lord of Dawn of the High Heavens bestowed the punitive power of "Ashbringer" upon the warriors, even though this strike would burn the demons to ashes, even though the Children of the World were backed by the Tide of Life, even though the four covenants of the Shadowlands and the Oathsworn fought alongside them, all of these combined could not suppress the demons' counterattack.

The Twisted Void was acting like a madman at this moment.

As long as the demons kill their enemies, they will immediately receive a "power boost". In the past, it might have taken the killing of a hundred living beings to obtain the Force enhancement, but now only ten people are needed to fill the quota.

The Abyssal Oathbreakers were slaughtering ahead, while green beams of light continuously burst forth from the sea of ​​demons behind them, each beam representing a demon that had been enhanced by fel energy.

It was just like a "destructive lottery".

This caused a resurgence in the battle, which should have been coming to an end. For example, Mount Hyjal, which had just been reclaimed by the elves with the help of the Tide of Life, was taken back by the demons a few hours later, forcing Tyrande Nightsworn, who had just recovered somewhat, to go into battle again.

The situation is even worse in the Zandalari Empire.

Dazar'alor had been recaptured by the Loa's ferocious attack, but a moment of carelessness allowed an elite demon troop, led by a high-ranking succubus, to bypass the mountains and storm the palace. Although the demons were quickly repelled, Rastakhan, the Golden King, who was already injured, was stabbed again by a demon with a tainted demonic blade while being transferred.

Well, this is truly hopeless.

Princess Talanji, who returned from Silithus upon receiving the news, didn't even make it to see her father one last time before tragically passing away.

Well, but actually it wasn't too tragic.

After all, given the Golden King's "connections" and resources, King Rastakhan had already prepared for his "death" at any time when he and Zul were plotting to invite Azshara to rule the Zandalari Empire.

Otherwise, if the Elf Queen came over and found an old geezer sitting on the throne, that would be very impolite, wouldn't it?

You can't wait until Queen Azshara tells you "you should die" before you die; you should at least have some sense of propriety.

The King of Gold made preparations in advance to ensure that it would not fall into the hands of that scoundrel Bwonsamdi after its death. Under the protection of the world's holy spirit, Razan, it could become a Loa deity.

Although he may not be very powerful or have many followers, at least he can stay by his daughter's side, witness her grow up smoothly, and eventually take over the great legacy of the Zandalari Empire from the Queen.

From this perspective, trolls are actually quite cunning.

While claiming to invite Queen Azshara to lead them, their real intention was to leverage Azshara's prestige and power to stabilize their leaky empire. They wanted Azshara, their "ace manager," to run the empire well, and then, through the succession of the throne, pass the thriving empire back to Princess Talanji.

This means that the royal power, having passed through the hands of outsiders, has returned to the bloodline of the Golden King.

As for whether Azshara might become greedy for power and refuse to grant the right of succession, well, it's highly unlikely. After all, Azshara is now the daughter of the world, and the things she has to worry about are far more than just her own power.

If they really don't give it to me
Then don't give it to me!
In any case, as long as Azshara reigns on the throne, at least the Zandalari Empire will not suddenly collapse. Regardless of who the queen is, at least the troll civilization will prosper.

Mother World is watching from above; even if Azshara goes too far, she won't cause too much trouble.

However, when Azshara received news of the Golden King's death and personally led the Royal Guard to Zandalar, the demons still beating around there were truly doomed.

The Queen didn't even bother to deal with them. Perhaps Azshara was furious at being defeated by Sargeras, so she used a tenth-order cipher sequence to send all the demons on Zandalar Island, along with one-tenth of the island, into the sea of ​​stars, where they landed in a black hole.

The Queen's ideas are always very simple.

If these demons can crawl out of the black hole on their own, then their sin of disturbing the Queen's palace will be absolved.

She was clearly a very magnanimous ruler.

"Your Majesty, although King Rastakhan's death in battle is a tragedy, the imperial throne is now vacant and the country cannot be without a ruler for even a day! It is time for you to be crowned."

The Dark Prophet Zul offered his opinion, while Azshara glanced at the throne that had stood for sixteen thousand years, then at Talanji, who was still weeping over her father's body. She shook her head and said:
"Having accomplished nothing, being crowned now will not be convincing to the public!"

"Relay my order: gather all the skilled spellcasting Loa under the Zandalari Empire on the platform in Dazar'alor. I will lead them in unleashing a world-class spell from here."

"Oh?"

The Dark Prophet asked softly, "Those powerful Loas are currently protecting the empire's territory and their followers throughout the lands. Without a reasonable reason, I'm afraid they might..."

"So, how exactly did you reconcile the relationship between divine authority and royal authority in the past?"

Azshara said coldly:

"King Rastakhan actually allowed his royal authority to be so blatantly disregarded by the Loa's divine authority? Hmph, no wonder you've ended up in this state of disarray."

But that's outdated legal reasoning.

Since you have invited me to ascend the throne, I should have the final say on how this empire should operate in the future!

Go and convey my decree.

I'm only giving them thirty minutes!
If they haven't arrived by the time your queen has prepared this magical ritual, then these disrespectful Loas need not come to pay their respects again.

After saying this, the Queen stepped forward, pulled Talanji up, and asked her to go and prepare the magic as her second-in-command.

Meanwhile, the Queen's most loyal sycophant, General Varosan, admired the ancient and majestic scenery of Dazar'alor while speaking to the Dark Prophet:
“I have heard that Loa priests have a tradition of betraying their own lords to seize power.”
They no longer need to do these underhanded things in secret. Any Loa who disobeys the Queen's orders is a traitor, and traitors are naturally punishable by everyone.

How merciful is the Queen!

Therefore, those loyal ministers who took the initiative to eliminate traitors for the country naturally had a place in her court.

Furthermore, Prophet, you who have known too many secrets are getting old. When will you choose a successor?

Zul nodded, waved his hand dismissively, and said:
"I'll be dead in a few days, but I should at least see the empire unharmed before I die, right? This demon is still rampaging, and I can't bear to leave like this."

"Don't rush, General Varosen. Don't underestimate me just because I'm a troll; I have my own dignity."

"prophet!"

Varossen said in a deep voice:

"The Queen has declared that there have never been 'trolls' in this world; everyone is an elf!"

"I'm getting senile. If the Queen says so, everyone will believe it."

Zul nodded, then drawled out:
"But what if other races object to this?"

"They don't dare!"

Varossen waved his hand and said:

"If the world's mothers acknowledge it, why should others question it?"

Go quickly and deliver the decree: the supreme queen is about to unleash a spell to seal off the world's space, temporarily dragging the entire planet into a closed 'dark domain,' thus preventing the demons from entering or escaping.

At that time, this war will come to an end.

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"Rumble"

A thunderous roar echoed through the heavens, causing Lothar, who had just led the Imperial warriors to recapture Stromgarde, to look up. The emperor, who had just died and been resurrected, stared at the suddenly dimming light and asked in bewilderment:
"it's dark?"

"No, this is a world-class spell."

Khadgar explained from the side:
"A sealing spell, likely from Queen Azshara, who intended to seal off the world's celestial bodies to sever the connection between the Twisting Nether and this place, thus blocking the possibility of demons entering the mortal realm."

Otherwise, with reinforcements constantly arriving, this battle will never end.

"Isolate a world?"

Lothar raised an eyebrow and said:
"So, is that queen really already a lesser god?"

"Although it hasn't reached the level of Saint Diakum, it's clear that ordinary lesser gods are no match for her. That's the true value of the World's Daughter. The World Mother's favoritism towards her is not without reason."

Khadgar said with a mix of regret and disappointment:

"Her power even without using the power of the world to enhance her strength surpasses our enhanced forms. Alas, I thought that being born ten thousand years in the future meant I would only have to live in the shadow of Mentor Medivh, but I never imagined that even after ten thousand years, Queen Azshara's shadow would still shroud the entire world's arcane mages."

Medivh's mentor might be back soon.

Living in the same era as those two, other spellcasters have no chance of getting ahead.

"But let's look on the bright side."

Red-haired Rhonin, however, seemed quite relaxed. He rode his horse closer to Khadgar, patted him on the shoulder, and said:
"With them around, even if the sky falls, it won't crush us. Moreover, their constant pioneering of new paths in the arcane realm will prevent us from being misled by false truths. I dare say that the golden age of arcane power is about to arrive."

Perhaps, our mediocre talents will one day allow us to glimpse the truth seen through the eyes of the gods.

"Hiss, that's true."

Khadgar grinned.

On this battlefield filled with the atmosphere of war, he felt the "merging of heaven and earth." At the moment when the space of Azeroth was completely isolated from the outside world, Khadgar nodded to Lothar beside him. Then, in the dimming light, the emperor raised the torch in his hand as if he were holding a sword.

The demons have fallen into chaos, and their connection with the Twisting Nether has been disrupted.

"For Azeroth!"

Lothar roared, and a thousand men responded like the beating of war drums, and another charge began. This time, they would bear the power of the world and utterly break the spines of these demons who had not had time to escape.

Meanwhile, on the distant continent of Kalimdor, on the battlefield of Shimmering Flats, Lord Deathbringer Blackhand had just hunted down the skull of a great demon and was planning to take it back to Maldraxxus to have the bonesmith Helmir make him a shield, when unexpectedly, an "uninvited guest" approached him riding a wyvern.

When Blackhand turned around, he saw his daughter and two sons jumping off the dragon.

"Father!"

Red shouted from afar and excitedly ran towards Black Hand, opening his arms to give his father a warm hug. However, before he could get close, Black Hand kicked him aside, and Red fell to the ground, covering his face with an expression of existential doubt.

"Disgraceful wretch! How could I have given birth to such a weakling like you?"

Black Hand cursed.

He looked up at Griselda, who was walking towards him with a weapon in hand, still gathering his strength.

The Marquis of Death nodded in satisfaction, picked up his skull warhammer, and kicked the weapon that had fallen to the ground to Red, who was getting up.

He said loudly:

"This is the kind of spirit that a child from the Black Hand family should have. I admit I misjudged her back then. My daughter has a great presence, but I don't know if her methods are tough enough."
Come!
Three little good-for-nothings!
Come and accomplish what you could not accomplish in Draenor, challenge your father, and glorify me with your own power. Let me take this rare opportunity to give you the final lesson of the chieftainship.

"Ha, grip your weapons tight, class begins now!"

(End of this chapter)