Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 769, Section 47: The Mother's Beloved Son Is About to Travel Far Away Once Again

Old Man Bumsandhi was deeply saddened as he left the Queen's Palace.

It held in its hand the decree personally written by Azshara, bestowing upon it the title of "Guardian Spirit." With this, Bwonsamdi's underworld palace would be erected throughout the Zandalari Empire in a very short time.

Not just Zandalar Island, but also Stranglethorn Vale and the distant Ghostlands in the eastern continent, the frozen wastelands of Northrend, and even the trenches beneath the deep sea!

Wherever the Imperial "elves" exist, regardless of race or civilization, the Temple of Bwonsamdi will stand, bearing a heavier responsibility: under Queen Azshara's watchful eye, to create a perfect haven for the undead of all races in the Shadowlands.

It would thus receive the blessing of faith from the entire Empire, and in this case, even without Mu'ezara's anima orb, Bwonsamdi's future might still touch upon the realm of lesser gods.

Although the lesser gods shaped by this faith are probably no more powerful than the Void Lords of the Sea of ​​Darkness, whose power is infinitely divided and thus their combat strength is weak, such a bright future still makes Bwonsamdi unhappy.

It sighed and lamented in its heart:

"Damn it, how come I, a guy who's so good at changing my tune, actually got a terrible second... no, third place in the 'Kneeling Queen' competition?"

It's one thing that Rezan beat him to it!
After all, Rezan doesn't rely on the power of faith for sustenance; clinging tightly to Mother World and submitting to the World's daughter isn't shameful.

But how could old Ghani have beaten him to it?

This 'court jester' may sound ridiculous, but he is actually a close advisor to the Queen!

Damn, that spot should have been old Bumsandi's!
Only Bumsandi knows how to be a true sycophant; old Ghani is nothing compared to him.

"Look at you! I've already helped you, and you're still gossiping behind my back. You're really hard to like, you wretched Bunsandi!"

Old Gani's displeased voice, accompanied by the jingling of his clown hat's bell, rang out behind Bwonsamdi. The old troll turned around and glared at this "sycophant," his voice dripping with sourness as he rebuked him:

"Shameless! While the other Loas were still holding on, why the hell were you the first to kneel down?"

Are you mocking me, or are you jealous that I knelt down so quickly?

Old Ghani is shaking now.

Wearing its ridiculous, patched clown costume, it swished its tail triumphantly and mocked Bonsamdi:
"I'm sorry, it's all thanks to your excellent teaching!"

I have fully understood the importance of aligning myself with the right powerful figure from your words and deeds. Besides, I, old Ghani, am not pursuing power. It is only by serving the noble Queen that I can unleash my potential.

If it weren't for the Queen's discerning eye, I'd still be a beggar chief on Zandalar Island.

Of course, there's nothing wrong with being the leader of the Beggars' Sect, but entering the palace to serve the Queen and the interests of the Empire would open up even more possibilities.

But don't be so angry, Bumsandi.

We don't belong to the same ecological niche, so there's no need for us to compete. The Queen has no intention of bestowing upon me a noble status, and I don't need those glittering treasures. I still prefer to mingle with my beggars and scavengers.

Her Majesty Azshara desires that I extend my influence to beggars throughout the world, thereby weaving a true intelligence network for the Queen.

My direct supervisor was Mrs. Vaschi.

Your true adversary should have been Shadra, but that fool, clinging to his status, refused to accept the Queen's decree and was slain by General Varosan in the temple of Hinterlands. Therefore, you should sincerely thank our Queen for eliminating a potential threat for you.

Ah, Queen Azshara's kindness is never enough!

"Hmph, that's the only good news I've heard today."

Bumsandy snorted.

It looked up at old Ghani, then curled its lip and said:
"I really don't know what the Queen saw in you, you piece of trash, but to be fair, whether it's you, me, or any other Loa, we all have to accept Queen Azshara's new way of ruling. She pursues her throne above all else."

What's wrong with you today?

Old Gani interrupted Bonsandi's description, staring strangely at Death, and said:

"Whoever is on Bwonsamdi, the Queen's court jester warns you to get down here right now! The Supreme Azshara needs a wise death god, not a fool who can only see the surface!"

Bumsandy, are you feeling unwell?

What does Queen Azshara's push for her own throne have to do with her desires?
Are you stupid?

The Queen also has another identity: a lesser god in the arcane realm, okay?
The pursuit of expanding order is her path!

Therefore, what is happening today is not just a conflict between royal power and divine power, nor is it just about the integration of an empire.

This is the Queen practicing her arcane path, bringing order to a fragmented empire, and forging unity to seize more power in the arcane realm.

This is a battle for divinity!

Old Gani said, wagging his tail:
"Anyone who dares to cause trouble for the Queen in this matter will be hindering her advancement in power. Considering that the Queen is seeking a cosmic-level showdown with the shrimp-headed man Sargeras, anyone who dares to set an obstacle will have their family and clan wiped out by the Queen."

"Fuck!"

Bumsandi exclaimed in surprise, staring at old Ghani and scolding:
"Whoever you are! Get off old Gani right now! It's so strange how smart it's suddenly become. I don't believe you figured this out on your own. Tell me! Who told you all this?"

Such a profound understanding is simply beyond the comprehension of us mere Loas.

"hey-hey."

Old Gani didn't deny that he was actually "parroting," he just flicked his tail and said in a subtle tone:
"Did you know? The High Heaven is being expanded."

"so what?"

Bonsandi pressed for an answer, and old Ghani, trembling, vanished into smoke, leaving behind only a brief reminder:

"Therefore, there are garbage dumps even in the highest heavens."

"Boiled!"

Bumsandy cursed.

So it turns out that old Gani wasn't just serving the Queen; he also had the responsibility of being a vigilant messenger to send messages to the material world.

Damn, this guy has no real strength, and all his talent is spent on petty theft. Is he really that popular?
But beyond the complaints, old Bumsandy also understood what old Ghani meant when he said those things.

This was a hint and reminder from its "old friend," the Vigilant, urging it to help Queen Azshara rebuild the imperial order as soon as possible, so that Azshara could seize more power on the path of arcane magic.

Given that the Titan souls have been awakening one after another, Azshara's opportunities to gain more power are indeed few and far between.

"Good good."

The old troll jumped up and down, cursing:
"I can't afford to offend any of you, so this is a game for the big shots, right? Well, old Bumsandi is jumping in headfirst, hoping to rise to power and secure his place in the game... wait a minute! What does that feel like?"

It raised its head blankly, staring at the sun above Zandalari. Then, as the astral fire flickered in Bwonsamdi's eyes, the sunlight dimmed, and a black shadow once again covered the sun.

Solar eclipse!

here we go again.
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"The second solar eclipse occurred less than seven days after the previous unusual celestial phenomenon. If the first solar eclipse could be considered an accident, then this second one proves that Anser has indeed encountered a problem."

Is this the Sea of ​​No Light's counterattack?

Or is it...?

At the top of the tower in Karazhan, Medivh, dressed as a lich, frowned deeply in the observatory.

The sequence of First Creator cipher texts, constantly being verified, floated beside him. Thanks to the gift of truth he had received from playing the chords of all things, the Astral Mage could ignore all obstructions and go straight to the truth to calculate things hidden beneath the surface.

Take, for example, this sudden solar eclipse.

This is a very troublesome situation.

"Young master, your black tea."

Just as Medivh was trying to glean more information from the appearance of the eclipse, the door to the observatory was pushed open, and the old butler, Moros, dressed in a black and white tailcoat, walked in carrying a cup of red tea.

His tone was gentle and ordinary, as if Medivh had never actually left Karazhan, even though his little master had spent several years in the Shadowlands.

"Thank you, Moros."

Medivh said in a gentle tone:
"Your service makes me feel right at home. To be honest, Karazhan has been well maintained by you during my absence, giving me a rare feeling that I want to stay here for a long time." "This is the taste of home, my young master. It's a comfort that allows you to return here to rest without worrying about being disturbed, no matter how much pressure you're under outside."

Moros adopted a different form of address than before, and said with a smile:
"This is advice from Saint Diakum. To be honest, after you and the mistress left one after the other, I wanted to give up on myself and even drink poison to follow you to the Shadowlands."

That wasn't just dependence; it was simply my desire to protect you.

But the saint Diakum persuaded me.

His words made me realize that no matter where you go or what your identity is, you have the concept of 'home' in your heart.

Without a doubt, Karazhan is your home!
Even if we are thousands of miles apart, even if we are separated by countless worlds, you and this place have an unbreakable bond.

And I am the 'guardian' who maintains this precious bond.

I am honored to maintain this place for you. Speaking of which, do you really not need me to notify your disciples to come?
Robin, well, Khadgar's growth has been incredibly rapid, even showing some of your former charm. Especially after he became the Savior, all the choices and sacrifices he made reminded me of the rise of a second Astral Mage.

"No need."

Medivh sat back down in his chair.

Although the lich's body had no sense of taste, he still savored the cup of red tea with relish.

When Moros asked him, Medivh shook his head and said:
"Khadgar has already embarked on his own path, and the path I am now on is still too obscure for him, especially the mysteries of the Firstborn."

This is not something young people should be exposed to too early. At the very least, they should wait until Khadgar has made some progress in the path of arcane magic, and at the very least until he reaches the perfect demigod level, before he can receive more obscure knowledge from me.

Moreover, I won't be staying in Karazhan for long.

Once Queen Azshara has prepared for her journey, as her chosen 'Prince of Magic,' I too must follow my queen on this new path to explore the mysteries of the beginning of creation.
Um? "

The astral mage suddenly blinked, put down his teacup, looked at his old butler with a reproachful gaze, and sighed:
"Did you inform your mother?"

"Yes, young master, I informed the mistress as soon as you returned to Karazhan."

Moros said softly:

“I understand that you don’t want to bring danger to those around you, but the mistress’s feelings for you are clearly not something you should run away from. In order to make the world accept you again, the mistress almost ‘sold herself’ to the Supreme Star Soul after you left, and has been working hard to serve Mother World.”

But she doesn't seek power; she only seeks atonement for the mistakes you've made.

She hopes you can be permanently free from the influence of those ever-present dark forces. You may not like it, but you cannot refuse her efforts for you.

Before you set off again, at least have a good talk with the lady of the house, so she won't have to wait alone.

After saying that, Moros put away the tray and the half-finished tea, and quietly left. A moment later, Aegwynn, leaning on the Elunes Staff, knocked on the door and then came in.

"son."

Aegwynn tried to maintain her composure, but her trembling voice betrayed her agitation.

Her illusion couldn't fool Medivh, allowing the astral mage to see his mother in her Titan-like form. He frowned, stepped forward, took out a green seed, and said to his mother:
"Eating it will restore you to a human state."

"Do not."

Aegwynn refused, shaking her head and saying:
“I learned from Azshara that this seed was prepared for you, and I cannot use it lest you have to seek it again later. More importantly, my duty is not yet complete, son.”

I must continue to serve as the Star Soul's spokesperson until Mother World can speak for herself.

do not worry.

"Given the Supreme Star Soul's current growth rate, I can be freed from this burden in a few hundred years at most, and I can also win back the favor of Mother World for you."

“But I don’t need you to do so much for me, Mother.”

Medivh sighed and said:

“I can live well without the favor of the Supreme Star Soul. This universe is vast enough for me to find a place to live. Besides, it is not you who should atone for my sins.”

"Don't be silly. What mother in the world would feel unbalanced because she has given too much to her child?"

Aegwynn smiled.

She had a lot to say to her son, but after actually meeting him, she found that he was doing very well.

Medivh had never been so peaceful, and his mental state was frighteningly good. This was enough to prove that Medivh had not suffered during his journey in the Shadowlands, and it was also enough to prove that his son had found a new purpose in life.

For an outstanding arcanist, having a clear goal is enough.

Both mother and son were outstanding spellcasters. Instead of wasting time on mundane family matters, they shared their spellcasting insights and arcane understandings.

It didn't sound like a conversation between a mother and son; it sounded more like a duel between two arcane sorcerers.

Until one point, Medivh brought it up himself:

"Have you noticed the two solar eclipses during this period? I suspect this is some kind of warning from the Sea of ​​No Light. Considering that the High Heavens issued the call for the 'Sun Expedition' earlier, I'm afraid a new war of the gods will soon break out in the Sea of ​​No Light."

Will you go?

"I'm not going there; I still have a lot to do in Azeroth."

Aegwynn said with some regret:
"Moreover, as a representative of the Star Soul, entering the Void Territory at will might bring some unnecessary threats to the Supreme Star Soul. However, I have heard that Kael'thas will answer the call and go there. The Sun Church, which he founded, is also closely connected with the High Heavens. It is said that Diakum intends to re-infuse the Will of 'Fire' into the Faith Walkers."

"He should maintain his purity, and it's only right that he relinquishes some of his power concepts."

Medivh was not surprised by this.

He thought for a moment and said to his mother:
“Then I will also go there to repay the kindness of Saint Diakum to my mother and me, and to record the magnificent scene when the ancient sun was rekindled. I believe that we will never encounter a similar miracle again in our lives.”

“I know my son has a curious mind, so I brought this for you.”

Aegwynn picked up the perfectly obedient Staff of Aluneth, stroked it for a moment, and then handed it to her son.

she says:

"Your current strength certainly doesn't require Aluneth to fight for you, but it is a rare ancient arcane element that has developed sentience. Its keen perception of arcane force can be of great help to you in the future."

Although this guy is annoying, he is indeed one of my few 'friends,' so perhaps Elunes can take care of you in my place while your mother isn't around.

"But I heard this guy is very noisy."

Medivh blinked, clapped his staff, and said:

"It's quite well-behaved in my hands."

"It fears you and observes you. Once it feels it has figured out your temperament, you will see a real 'chatterbox'."

Aegwynn laughed and said:
"But this is not a bad thing. My son should have a talkative companion to keep him company so he won't be lonely along the way."

"Okay, then I'll accept it."

Medivh shrugged, then said to his mother very seriously:
“I am preparing for something big, Mother. I will sever my dark ties with Sargeras with my own hands in the future. It may take a long time, but I will definitely do it.”

Until then!
"When your son is purified again, I will surely return to your side."

"That's not necessary."

Aegwynn reached out and stroked her son's gaunt face, saying:

"I would rather you be free to do what you like, and come back to visit your poor mother occasionally. After experiencing so much suffering, my expectations for life have become very low."

But this is not a bad thing.

In short, I will bear all the sins of my son and me. You just need to live a freer life in the future, without any constraints, son.

Your mother will only feel gratified when you are happy.

(End of this chapter)