Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 1 1. Who am I? Where am I? Why is there a big blue guy standing in front of me?

"Run, run! We've been discovered, we're finished."

"Dick, you traitor who infiltrated the organization! In the name of the Enlightened, die!"

"what!"

The piercing screams and restricted blood-spurting scenes kept replaying in my slightly confused mind like a thrilling and tense movie, making me feel like I was experiencing another guy's miserable life from a first-person perspective.

You know what, this scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere looks a bit thrilling, but when consciousness returns to the body, the severe pain that follows is a bit unbearable.

The poor fellow lying on the stretcher suddenly opened his eyes. He instinctively stretched out his hand to call for help, but the next moment, another hand pressed him down. In his ears, he heard other people shouting in confusion:

"Let him be quiet! There are people watching behind him."

"His throat was cut and he couldn't make any sound. Don't worry, those guys thought he was dead. Looking at the injuries, I almost thought he was dead too.

move!
Send him back, my Lord is waiting."

"Well, I'll go get the Talbuk sheep. You follow me."

Then the stretcher began to shake again, and some kind of potion was injected into the poor guy's neck, making him fall into a drowsy state again.

He blinked his eyes and tried to look to the side, and then a strange-looking guy came into view.

Blue skin, a strange scalp without hair, and strange tentacles on the chin. Wait, this appearance looks familiar, isn't this that person?

The man carrying the stretcher noticed the poor fellow's look, turned back and gave him a half-hearted smile, saying:
"Don't be afraid, 'Holy Lance' Dick, you are safe, get some sleep."

"Who the hell are you calling 'Dick'? Don't think I don't know what that means!"

The poor creature wanted to retort.

But the next moment, the protest from his weak body brought him back to the chaotic and exciting dream, and his cut throat made it difficult for him to make a sound in pain.

"This is nothing."

Before he fell into a coma again, he complained in his heart:
“But it seems like we’ve really arrived at a remarkable place.”

When he regained consciousness after his drowsy state, he felt like he had had a bizarre dream. In the dream, he experienced the entire process of growing up as a child in a remote area, receiving training, and finally joining a higher education institution as a security captain. Well, from a purely linguistic analysis, this is not difficult to understand, but the problem is:

First of all, the place where he was born and raised is called "Krokuun".

Secondly, the long-term training he received was called "Garrison Officer Assessment."

Finally, at a young age, he avoided thousands of years of detours and joined the security captain's institution of higher learning called "Mystery Academy".

Casual players only felt that these three names were familiar, while those who knew the business would reveal a mysterious smile when they heard these three words. Only those real "hardcore players" had already planned to pack their bags and take a Naaru or Void spaceship the moment they woke up from this start, and they would flee this unfortunate world overnight even if they had to buy standing tickets.

This is Argus!

It is the world that was conquered by the dark titan Sargeras himself. For tens of thousands of years to come, it will become the undisputed "Axis of Evil" of the entire physical universe and will be regarded as the core area of the Burning Legion's base camp.

Although he was not sure at which stage of the development of the Argus world civilization he was currently in, he could be sure that with the Eredar's almost "immortal" racial characteristics, if he did not meet with any misfortune, he would most likely witness the "glorious moment" when Lord Sargeras personally landed on Argus in his lifetime.

If it were just that, it would be fine. In such a desperate situation, it would not be a big deal to follow Kil'jaeden and Archimonde to join the Legion and become a Man'ari demon.

It's not shameful to be alive.

The problem is that this polluted world still needs to be put right!
After the mighty Dark Titan was sealed and the Burning Legion was torn apart, it would be a miracle for me, a lackey who survived by licking the devil's ass, to be able to get a good deal in front of the millions of lords of the Legion of Light led by old Velen.

Maybe he would be killed by a sword from some passing actor.

This was a "good thing" of suffering twice in a row. If one counted the fatal injury he had just suffered, his life had already been destined to suffer three times since he had just traveled through time. This must be because he destroyed the world in his previous life, which forced him to start his second life with this devastating beginning.

Damn it, I have it in this life!

The injured man lying on the bed stared blankly at the jeweled ceiling above his head. The decoration was full of Eredar style, luxurious but not frivolous. Perhaps it was because the Eredar were naturally good at handling jewelry, which made the embellishment in front of him look gorgeous and have a touch of literary style.

But is now the time for you to appreciate the art?

asshole!

Use your brain quickly and come up with a way to survive!

At the combined urging of the little angel and the little devil in his mind, he finally reached out his hand and tried to touch his neck despite the numbness from the treatment.

The throat injury looked serious, probably caused by someone cutting his throat with a knife, but the assailant's technique was weak and he didn't completely cut the throat. This would be a fatal injury that could not be reversed in other worlds. However, the Eredar were born with an affinity for energy, especially after the Naaru appeared in this world, even little kids could cast a healing spell called "Blessing of the Naaru".

Therefore, it is not uncommon for him to be rescued from the brink of death.

In addition, there were other injuries on the rather strong body, but none of them were serious. The house was filled with the smell of herbs, which was not unpleasant and perhaps even had a calming effect, allowing the injured to recover as soon as possible.

However, when he touched the lower body, his hands stopped moving. As he looked around with a strange expression, this guy finally understood something belatedly.

"No wonder that guy called me 'Holy Spear Dick' earlier."

He thought:
"As expected, there's only one wrong name, not a wrong nickname. Even among the Eredar, who are generally as strong as bulls, this level of skill is considered 'extraordinary talent', right?
What a wonderful 'holy spear'!"

Although he was still in an extremely dangerous situation, he still felt a burst of joy from the bottom of his heart when he found out that he had such an awesome "big gun" at the beginning of his second life.

Don’t worry about whether it’s useful or not, just tell me if it’s awesome based on its scale.

Hey, man
After completing this seemingly obscene examination, he struggled to get up, but his weak body did not allow him to complete the action. After hesitating for a few minutes, he only managed to move from lying down to leaning against the jewel-encrusted bed.

But he already had a clearer understanding of his new body.

Male Eredar, about two meters six in height.

He has a strong body and has received years of garrison combat training. He has a clear mind of garrison tactical skills. His forehead is high and protruding like other Eredar men, and he has a pair of majestic horns, but there are no tentacles on his chin and neck, probably because his body is not energy-affinity.

Behind the coccyx is the iconic tail of the Eredar. It can be seen that the previous owner of this body was very "beautiful" and even specially customized a golden tail cover for his tail, which was inlaid with purple gems.

The curved ankles are a bit awkward, and the hoof-like soles are a bit scary at first glance, but after looking at them for a while, it's just like that.

Such a foot structure is obviously more conducive to explosiveness and long-term walking. The Eredar do not need to nail horseshoes. They have their own unique foot decorations. The strangely shaped iron foot covers are as common as shoes worn by humans.

In addition, he also found the identity information of this body in his mind. However, just as he was rubbing his forehead, which was completely different from that of humans, and was about to relax his mind, he didn't know what "switch" was touched. In short, a ray of light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and then a translucent light curtain "refreshed" in front of his eyes.

Golden runes danced and formed the Eredun language, listing him in full, just like the character attributes on the game interface:

Name: Diakham Zastins

Nickname: Saint Dick

Race: Eredar

Life level: mortal

Status: Severely injured [Torn throat, damaged vocal cords, poison in the body, weakness curse, energy seal]

Occupation: High-level Guardian, Exclusive to Eredar [Original Holy Light Morality is invalid, new Holy Light Morality is not selected, and occupation skills cannot be used]

Power belongs to: Holy Light Force

Power Path: Paladin Class Branch · Racial Specialization Class
Racial Talents:

Energy Affinity: The Eredar are adept at manipulating various energies and are also more easily affected by them.

Heroic Aura: The glorious civilization has endowed the Eredar with noble minds and strong bodies. The strength of individuals in different life levels has been slightly increased based on absolute values.

Intermediate Shadow Resistance: Blocks a certain amount of damage when attacked by shadow.

Personal talents:

High-level garrison officer: Proficient in various combat skills of the garrison officer, and skilled in using heavy weapons such as hammers, greatswords and battle axes.

Defender: He has been working as a security guard at the Mysterious Academy for a long time and knows how to protect others.

Spellbreaker: Having participated in the training courses of the Arcana Academy for a long time, he has his own experience in how to deal with spellcasters.

Intimidation by the Elders: Having worked as a security guard at the Mysterious Academy for a long time, he has learned to use fear (calling parents, reporting teachers, doubling the physical exercise subjects, and deducting daily points from safety courses) to deal with targets with bad intentions in his battle of wits and courage with bad students.

Overview:

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Additional Tips:

[I suggest you don't worry too much about the principle on which this thing works. Just use it. It is not an outrageous cheat code. It just allows you to have a clearer understanding of your situation.

Trust me, without this, you wouldn't even be able to leave Argus. Also, I returned the memories you deliberately lost, for the same reason. With such a devastating start, you'd probably be hacked to death the moment you step out without even your memories.
Take a deep breath now! Get ready for the first surprise of your destiny.

Turn back!

He is coming. 】

"Swish"

Diakum subconsciously turned around and saw the door being pushed open. A fully armed Eredar female mage walked in with a staff in hand. She looked around and nodded coldly to the patient lying on the bed. Then she raised her jeweled staff and tapped the ground lightly.

In the shining of brilliant purple arcane light, a barrier designed to block out prying eyes was created.

After doing all this, she walked out with graceful steps, wagging her cute little tail. A moment later, another tall figure walked into the house.

This is a male Eredar.

Diakum felt that he was strong enough, but compared to the guy in front of him, he was as weak as a chicken.

The other person's height exceeded three meters. He had to lower his head to enter this standard Eredar secret room. His shoulders were as broad as a gatehouse, which made his luxurious robe bulge.

Anyone who saw this "giant" for the first time would think that he must be an extremely powerful garrison officer or warrior, but the spellcaster's wand and magic book hanging at his waist revealed his identity.

This is an Eredar Arcanist.

And just from the exquisite "arcane seal" suspended above his forehead, which is composed entirely of arcane energy, it can be judged that he is one of the most powerful spellcasters in the world of Argus.

Even without the memories in Diakum's mind to tell him the identity of the man in front of him, he still recognized this guy at the first moment.

There's no way around it, this solemn and sinister face is too recognizable.

"!!! Archimonde?!"

Dick felt numb the moment he lay on the edge of the bed.

He had no idea what expression he should use to face this guy in front of him whose identity was too special and outrageous. Should he kneel down and shout, "Long live the powerful demon lord, the twin stars of the Burning Legion, the servant blessed by the Dark Titan himself, the destroyer of worlds, the galaxy disruptor, the cosmic super tree climber, the champion of the Mount Hyjal Climbing Competition, the supreme savior of the Dalaran Fountain, the super villain of the physical universe, and the polluter who has done so many evil things"?
Well, this idea just crossed his mind once and then was abandoned.

the reason is simple.

Looking at Archimonde's current outfit of a classic Eredar wizard, you can tell that this guy has not yet found a way to join the Burning Legion.

Moreover, what is suspended on his forehead is the exquisite "Arcane Sigil" instead of the more simple and majestic "Seal of the Eredar Leader". This is enough to show that the current Aak has not yet relied on betraying his mentor to get into the seat of Archon, and has not been able to sit on an equal footing with old Velen and his good friend Archon Kil'jaeden.

In other words, although Ak looks powerful now, he is actually just the principal of the Arcane Academy, the highest institution of learning in the world of Argus.

He is in a position that is neither high nor low. In his glorious life that is both magnificent and fruitless, he is still in the dormant stage before making a fortune. Compared with the two great archons who are now in charge of the affairs of the Argus world, this guy is just a small fry with some fame and status.

He wasn't even among the top ten most powerful people in the Eredar civilization.

Well, speaking of which, another "Principal" also liked to participate in the pajama climbing competition and won the championship, leaving his name in history and enjoying an explosive ending.

So, is liking to climb mountains or trees actually a prerequisite for becoming the legendary profession of "Principal"?
In short, after taking a few seconds to sort out the current situation, Dick felt that there was no need to rush to reveal his "prophet" talent in front of Archimonde.

Predicting the future sounds cool, but in a place where there is a real "prophetic heritage" that has lasted for more than tens of thousands of years, it is not impossible that you will be burned at the stake if you do this. You have to know that although the Eredar are a prosperous civilization, they still retain some very "simple" customs.

For example, they would grease their bodies and wrestle shirtless once a year, and another example is the infamous "phrenology" that is widely circulated among the arcanist community.

In short, Dick didn't want to have his head chopped off by "Principal" Archimonde and made into a magic weapon on the first day of his journey because of his extraordinary talent and talkativeness. That would be too tragic.

What's more, I can't speak even though my throat is injured.

"Diachem, my servant, I am happy to see you awake."

Archimonde had a hypocritical but gentle smile on his iconic villain face, acting like an unscrupulous boss. He waved his hand and used magic to pull a luxurious chair over and sat down beside the bed. His blue eyes looked up and down at his subordinate who was seriously injured but still trying hard to smile.

他 说:

"Thank you for your hard work during this period. I also know how difficult it is to infiltrate the Awakener Cult, especially since you are not a spellcaster.

However, not only did you complete the task successfully, but you also always brought me unexpected surprises.

Say it.

What exactly did you discover this time that caused that old lunatic, who was already obsessed with fel energy, to personally send someone to assassinate you?"

"Old lunatic? Fel fanatic?"

Dick blinked.

From Archimonde's words, it was not difficult for him to guess what the prestigious principal was plotting, and at that moment he also fully understood the time point he was in.

The "old madman" in Archimonde's words refers to his mentor, the Enlightened Thal'kiel.

This is the most prestigious and powerful spellcaster in the world of Argus. The Arcane Academy is a top-notch institution founded and developed by Sachir. However, this old wizard, whose fame is on par with the two archons who currently control the world of Argus, has become addicted to the temptation of the Burning Legion.

The so-called "Cult of the Awakener" is a demon worship organization secretly formed by Sachir after he was possessed by the devil. It is an outright cult!

They plotted to stage a coup on Argus, with Thal'kiel taking power as dictator, and then summon an army of demons into the world.

If possible, summon the Dark Titan directly to Argus to give this world "supreme glory".

In the official history, Archimonde was promoted to Grand Archon and became one of the three leaders who controlled the world because of his achievement of betraying his mentor and killing Thal'kiel with his own hands before the rebellion.

After clarifying this, Dick had a clearer understanding of the identity of his body.

This unfortunate fellow was a spy sent by Archimonde to lurk in the Awakener Cult, secretly collecting some evidence for Archimonde in order to help the principal complete the preliminary preparations for this "master-killing beast" feat.

Hardcore players are of course well aware of this subtle history hidden in some marginal stories, so when faced with Archimonde's questions, Dick immediately knew how to answer.

He coughed with difficulty, pointed at his cut neck and waved his hand, indicating that he was completely unable to speak, but then made a "writing" gesture.

Archimonde nodded and waved his hand, and the scroll and wool pen on the table flew over and stopped steadily in front of Dick under the amazing control of the high-level arcanist.

The latter picked up a pen and wrote some information on the paper.

Although I had a complete memory of the Eredar script, the handwriting was always a bit awkward when I wrote this kind of runes for the first time. I wrote it very slowly and crookedly.

But the good news is that he is a patient at the moment, so there is a perfect excuse for all this.

After he finished writing, Archimonde took it and looked at it, then immediately frowned.

What kind of dog-crawling calligraphy is this!
After all, he was the president of the most powerful institution of higher learning in Argus. Although he was obsessed with power and strength, Ake still had some "professional ethics" at this time. When he saw Dick's poor handwriting, he suddenly felt some anger as a teacher.

Although I used connections to arrange for you to be the security captain in the university town, you still need to be more motivated!

I have to be a security guard for students and a teacher in charge of physical education classes, but now my handwriting as a teacher is like this?

The Eredar script is such an elegant, beautiful, and great rune arrangement. How could the accumulation of tens of thousands of years of glorious civilization be more outrageous than a child playing with mud in your hands!

It's really embarrassing to be grinding the mill with your bare ass outside, going around in circles!
Despite his complaints, Ake knew Dick was injured and it was normal for his wrist to be weak. Moreover, although the handwriting was bad, it was concise and clear, and the information inside was also very clear. He could not help but read it.
What the hell!

The Eredar boy Archimonde stood up after reading it.

He looked at Dick in shock, as if he couldn't believe what was said, while Dick nodded vigorously at him with a look that showed he was determined enough to join the party on the spot.

Indicates that the explosive content inside is true.

"Is Sachir about to launch a coup? So soon?"

The principal narrowed his eyes.

There were three parts of shock, three parts of worry, three parts of joy and the last part of uneasiness in his eyes. Under the rather subtle gaze of Dick who was leaning on the bed, Archimonde paced back and forth restlessly, waving his jewel-studded tail irritably.

After several minutes of silence, he turned back and seemed to have made some dark resolution.

Alas, is the betrayal drama of stepping on the mentor's head to get to the top finally going to happen?
Ps:

A new book has been uploaded and support is urgently needed. Since the previous book was a huge flop, I have been begging brothers to read more of the new book from the very beginning. This is really a hassle in the current writing version.

In addition, because Qidian's new book recommendation mechanism has changed its rules, new books with 20 words will now be removed from the new book recommendation list. Due to the mechanism, the longer a new book stays on this list, the better. Therefore, after discussing with the editor, we decided to update at the rate of one chapter a day at first, and then change to two updates a day after it is removed from the list at 20 words. Anyway, one chapter of 6000 words will only take about 20 days.

Currently, two books are being updated at the same time. It is unrealistic to expect this book to be updated frequently. It still depends on the performance of the book after it is put on the shelves. If the performance is acceptable, I will give you 100,000 words at a time to satisfy you.

To sum up, ah, I'm so poor that I have to eat dirt. Brothers, please give me a hand for the sake of our past friendship. I've learned my lesson and will never create any original shit again.

Anyway, please show your support! Love you guys.

(End of this chapter)