Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 100 55. Hold this ash sword, face the greenskin army with a smile, the black hand is shit!
The establishment of the "Alliance of K'ure" was quick and concise, but there was no trace of sloppiness.

The three orc chiefs and a heroine, together with the Grand Archon and the Vigilant Saint of the Draenei and the general of the Krokuun Legion, the weight of both sides and the forces they represent are enough to shake the situation in the world of Draenor.

As Dick had suggested, they recited a solemn oath beneath the sacred mountain of Oshu'gun, requesting the ancestral spirits, the world's elements, and the Holy Light as witnesses. With His Majesty K'ure's century-long friendship with the ancestral spirits, the "League of Justice," which Diak'um had been pursuing since his awakening, finally came to fruition.

Iriel, the new recruit who followed the saint throughout and participated in almost all operations, big and small, was filled with a sense of accomplishment at this moment.

She sat on a rock, feeling somewhat exhausted. She looked at the leaders forming an alliance not far away, then turned to Nobundo and Lelan beside her and said:
"This feat today will be recorded in the history of the Draenor world in the future. I am sure of that."

"Anyone with eyes can see, my poor Yrel."

Lelan shook her head. She said to Yrel:
"But have you thought about your position in life later?"

"what?"

Yrel didn't quite understand what Lelan meant by this.

This is normal. The garrison officers do not have the sharp minds of the arcanists, so Nobundo beside him explained in a low voice:
"You swore an oath before His Majesty K'ure on behalf of the young people born in Draenor, Yrel. You should be aware of the weight of this oath!
Although in the eyes of great men like Saint Diak'um, all Draenei are compatriots, we all know that the people have in fact shown signs of division. Perhaps in the future, when we complete the great task of recovering Argus, those who were born here will choose to stay in Draenor.

For you, this is your hometown.”

"You've made an oath, His Majesty K'ure has given you his blessing, and the Vigilant has personally bestowed upon you the title 'Hand of K'ure.' I believe that Great Prophet Velen and Grand Archon Haddon will also be pleased with this development.

But Yrel, you don't seem to understand that, in a sense, you have been chosen to lead these young people and become the representative of the Draenor-born draenei."

Leland patted her shoulder and sighed:

"You took on this burden, but it seems you didn't consider the implications before you took the oath. At the very least, those radical young Sargerei have gone from being a problem for the Saints of Diak'um to being a problem for you to solve.

Without dealing with the radicals who have been bewitched by Ossar, your oath of holy light will never be completed, but this work is visibly difficult.

It's not about the force, but about the morality.

You can't kill them all, they are your compatriots after all."

"what?"

Irel was stunned at this moment.

She subconsciously touched her forehead where she had lit the Seal of Naaru's Blessing.

Only then did she understand the words of "heavy blessing" that the saint had said when he took her away from the Holy Mountain of Oshu, and why Saint Diakum wanted to transfer his Holy Mark of Light to her.

It turns out that this is not only a reward for her heroic fighting, but also a legacy of responsibility.

"But what should I do?"

The new recruits looked at their companions blankly, and Leyland and Nobundo smiled helplessly.

The former is a genuine "resident of the city of Oronaar", and the latter was not born in Draenor. In their words, they can help but can never make decisions on behalf of Yrel, the next Grand Archon of the Draenei clan.

"It seems I need the light-forged wisdom of the Vigilante!"

After thinking hard for a few minutes until his head hurt, Iriel still couldn't think of a solution, so he decisively decided to "call for help."

But Dick was busy at the moment and really had no time to help his apprentice with advice.

After the simple but solemn alliance ceremony, old Whiteclaw Zagrel and the heroine Draka will immediately return to Frostfire Ridge. On the one hand, they will gather their own clans, and on the other hand, they will recruit the reclusive but powerful Mok'Nathal hunters to join the lawful camp for the Alliance of K'ure.

This job is not easy, so they have to hurry.

But when saying goodbye, the orc heroine Draka approached Dick hesitantly. She seemed to want to ask something but seemed to be afraid of something.

That hesitant posture seriously undermines the heroic spirit that this heroine should have.

"You clearly have some doubts and a curiosity that's eager to try."

Dick said softly, with the humility of a clergyman:

"Then ask your questions, for we have leisure for conversation in this hour of triumph, ma'am."

"So, are you really a prophet? I heard that you Draenei have always had a tradition of prophets. And it's not the honorific title we orcs use to address noble shamans. It's a literal 'prophet' who can see into the mysteries of fate and the future."

Draka was a very generous female orc. She did not hide anything when she was about to say goodbye. She jumped off her wolf and comforted the war beast, which was a little anxious because of being close to the sentinels. Then she glanced at Gaiara who was packing up and preparing to return to Frostfire Ridge with her in the distance.

She whispered:

"I heard Chief Ner'zhul say before that you judged my daughter to have been 'blessed by fate'? I want to ask, what exactly does this mean? She is my daughter after all, I think I have the right to know."

"Well, I cannot declare to you that I am an outstanding prophet. Although my understanding of fate is indeed beyond ordinary people, compared with Velen, the true prophet of my race, I can only be regarded as a 'peek into fate'."

Dick smiled and replied in Orcish:

"So, Ms. Draka, in your imagination, what kind of great deeds will your daughter and your unborn son accomplish and what kind of mission will they shoulder in the future? Feel free to make a bold guess."

"interesting."

Draka smiled.

After thinking for a moment, she stroked her still flat belly and said:
"My daughter will become an orc hero like me, and perhaps even the first female chieftain of the Frostwolf clan!

She will lead the clan to prosperity, and my son, Gui'il, will get along very well with his sister. Considering that I already have an outstanding heir, my husband is also looking forward to my daughter breaking the tradition with her own efforts and merits. Therefore, my son may become an outstanding shaman like Elder Drekarta.

He will assist my daughter in leading the clan and become the spiritual leader of the Frostwolf Clan. In the future, he will become a respected shaman leader like Ner'zhul, Drek'Thar and my mother-in-law.

Yes!

If they could do that, Durotan and I would be laughing among the ancestral spirits."

"It's a good wish, full of parents' good expectations for their children."

Dick laughed too.

But after a few seconds, he shook his head and said:
"What if I told you that your son would, with the help of the elements, repeatedly save the world from danger and be honored by the entire world as the 'Savior'? And your daughter would take up the banner of leadership when the entire civilization fell into despair, leading all the orcs to fight for survival and ultimately leading them to create a new career through arduous efforts?

Because of their existence, the Frostwolf Clan will become the most prominent orc clan, and even become the representative of orc civilization.

You will have two 'savior' children, ma'am.

From this point of view, you and your husband are really great. Of course, your story does not end with death. Believe me, you are also a person blessed by fate.

Death is just the beginning of another more glorious journey for you.

I must make a disclaimer about this though.

After all, that is just one possibility among the countless destinies I have seen, and it is not certain to come true. I have always believed that a person's destiny should be in his or her own hands."

"You scare me, draenei!"

Ms. Draka obviously didn't believe this. She curled her lips and said:

"It's said that your prophet is the most eloquent, and now it seems to be true. Even the most outrageous shaman wouldn't dare to make such a prophecy. Moreover, if the survival of the world of Draenor depends on one person, then I think this weak world should just perish.

After all, a person who fights alone will always fail; it’s just a matter of time.”

"I hope so."

Dick never argued about this, as he himself complained.

As for the magical thing called "fate", no one will believe the truth unless the person concerned sees it or experiences it with his own eyes.

Of course, this is also because Draka's family is truly amazing. It is no problem to say that the three of them are the "absolute protagonists" of the orc story. As for the current head of the Frostwolf clan, the legendary chieftain Durotan.
Well, anyway, according to Elder Drek'Thar's summary speech decades later, his greatest contribution to the Frostwolf Clan and Orc civilization was leaving behind his son, Thrall. I don't know if that wicked legendary shaman Drek'Thar was speaking in a sarcastic way, but to be honest, this evaluation was a bit too humiliating to the legendary chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan.

Of course, the "exit" of Durotan and Draka in the Dark Portal official history was indeed a bit sloppy.

"I will definitely encounter danger when I go back this time. Elder Zagrel's experience is enough to wake me up. As a mother, I cannot let my immature child accompany me in this risk."

After a moment's silence, Draka finally made her request. She said to Dick:
"I hope to let Gaiara follow you temporarily. On the one hand, I want her to represent the Frostwolf Clan and work hard for the future of the K'ure Alliance. On the other hand, she also needs the guidance of a famous teacher to grow.

You are without a doubt the most outstanding trainer I could find for her in this world, not only in strength but also in wisdom and kindness."

"is it?"

Dick raised his eyebrows and said:
"I didn't even know I had the talent of a 'trainer'? How did you know that?"

"That girl!"

Draka pointed to Yrel not far away and whispered:

"Although she's clearly not strong enough to face the pressure of fate head-on, I can see that her potential is rapidly growing. I heard that this girl was just an ordinary villager a month ago?

It's been an incredible growth trajectory, and you've obviously played a huge role in it.

Finally, your adopted daughter, Lelan, and I have been friends for many years. I know Lelan has always been seeking peaceful coexistence between orcs and draenei, so I am very relieved to let Gaiara study under Lelan.

"But aren't you worried that your daughter will get lost in the light?"

Dick was silent for a few seconds, then asked softly:

"Young people lack the support of experience, which makes them lack judgment in important decisions. Although I am not the eternal sun, following a ray of light for a long time can also make people ignore the shadow behind them. What if, in the future, Gaiara becomes the first paladin among the orcs?"

"If that's her choice, if that's her fate, then I'll accept it."

Draka said seriously:
"I hear a hint of 'vigilance' in your words. Perhaps this is the origin of your nickname 'The Vigilant'. It's hard to imagine that a Force walker like you could maintain such rationality in your beliefs.

To be honest, this actually makes me feel more at ease about my daughter studying with you."

"Well, since you've said this, I can't refuse."

Dick laughed and said:
"Let her follow me, but I'm going to Highmaul and possibly Spires of Arak. These are dangerous places, so I hope your daughter is prepared to endure hardships.

I’m not the kind of elder who spoils children.”

"She really needs some hard work to become successful."

Draka mounted her own wolf and said goodbye to the Saint of Diakum with orcish etiquette, saying:
"She will surely become a proud wolf pack leader. I believe my daughter will not let down the blood of the Frostwolf. So, farewell, Saint Vigilant. Perhaps we will meet again on the battlefield where we will fight side by side.

I wish you success in your next journey!"

"Be careful of the howl of the wolf that calls you in every dream."

Dick also reminded:

"The slayers I defeated can walk in the dreams of all living beings. The wolf is the symbol of you orcs, especially the Frostwolf Clan. This means that you will likely face a spiritual temptation and war. Therefore, I wish you victory in every battle against darkness, Lady Draka."

"Thanks."

The generous heroine waved her hand and drove the wolf to her daughter's side.

Dick prepared to return to discuss the next course of action with his new recruits. He truly didn't have much time to bask in the moment of victory he had just achieved; the ogre wizards of Highmaul might not hold out much longer. However, as he left the shadow of Mount Oshu'gun, he saw two sturdy Krokuun hunters approach him, carrying a jewel-encrusted armory chest. The heavy object, placed before Dick, caused the saint to raise an eyebrow.

"Remember what I told you before, my child?"

Old Hatton's voice sounded in front of Dick with a sense of relief.

The Archon, who had just drunk the wine of alliance with Mother Gaiaan, Ner'zhul, and Old Whiteclaw Zagrel, was a little tipsy. Accompanied by Jaid, he came to Dick's side and pointed at the arms box and said:
"I'm here to help you resolve the Oshu'gun situation and also to deliver your equipment. I know you won't waste time reminiscing with an old man like me, and the current situation doesn't allow us to waste an entire night reminiscing about the past, so let's cut to the chase.

Take this set of crystal forge armor and the shining weapon and continue your journey, my child.

The 'Alliance of K'ure', which you personally facilitated, completely changed the diplomatic relations between the Draenei and the Orcs in this world. This one achievement alone is enough to prove your worth as a 'saint.'

The old man laughed and bent down to help Dick open the magic lock of the gem box. With the help of Jaid, he opened the heavy box, revealing a complete set of thick, sturdy and majestic battle armor stacked inside, and on top of the armor was a crystal-forged giant sword shining with light.

"This armor is a gift from the archbishops to you, Diakum, my brother."

Jaid introduced beside him:
"Archbishop Nari offered her opinion. She knew that your Holy Light was too intense and powerful at that moment, and ordinary armor couldn't withstand the sunburning power of the sun. Therefore, Archbishop Hataru personally designed it, using the fragments of His Majesty Deori's remains stored in the Holy Land of Auchindoun as raw materials. It was then forged by His Majesty Kara using Holy Light, and finally, the Great Prophet and Archbishop Isana personally consecrated it.

We worked together to forge this 'Guiding Light' armor for you.

It represents the Draenei's respect and protection for the saints who guide us through the darkness. It is both your battle armor and your vestments. Wear it, Diachem! Our blessings will be with you, and no power in this world will be able to harm you.

"It's too precious! This gorgeous armor makes me feel uneasy."

Dick reached out and stroked the heavy plate armor in front of him, which was decorated with silver and gold.

As Jaid said, the cold, finely cast steel was dotted with shimmering crystal fragments, the remains of another guardian, Narud'ori. For the past two hundred years, these relics had been stored in the sacred site of Auchindoun.

This time, for him, the Draenei took out the holy relics and used them to forge this suit of armor.

This was enough to warm Dick's heart. It was the people he protected giving back to the hero in this way. And the runes dancing in front of the Vigilant's eyes reflected the attributes that were absolutely worthy of this praise and reward:

[Protective Gear Name: Guiding Light Cloth [Vigilance Exclusive, Unique Equipment]

Protective gear quality: Crystal Forge Epic [8/8]

Protective gear features: Excellent energy adaptability, Excellent holy light convergence, Crystallized resonance, Durable wear
Protective gear effects:

【2/8】·Energy Armor:
This protective gear is made using Arkenite crystal infusion technology, which gives it extraordinary energy conduction, so it will not be damaged due to energy convergence.

Specialized for the Sentinel's combat style, it can concentrate high temperatures and heat on the crystal parts of the armor when enduring massive sunburn, and after storing energy, it enhances the power of all Holy Flame combat skills.

【4/8】·Armor of Holy Power:
This armor was forged by the guardian Narukara using holy light, so it has the feature of "holy power gathering".

When a sentinel wears this armor and keeps its parts largely intact, the sentinel's endurance, energy, and holy power recovery speed will be further improved. At the same time, this armor can greatly increase the power and destructive power of the priest's divine spells.

【6/8】·Energy Armor:
This armor is crafted from crystal fragments of the Fallen Narud'ori, and can therefore be considered a "second pool of radiant energy."

When a Sentinel wears this armor, once the individual Radiant Energy Pool is full, the armor can store a large amount of Radiant Energy/Holy Power for the Sentinel. The storage limit is 35% of the upper limit of the Sentinel's personal Radiant Energy Pool.

This energy reserve is automatically replenished when a Sentinel enters a state of energy depletion.

【8/8】·Resonance Self-Armor:
This armor is made from crystal fragments of the fallen Naru Deori, and therefore possesses some of Deori's innate abilities.

When a Sentinel wearing this armor releases a healing/protective spell, the armor will copy the spell and "resonate release" it. The effect of the copied spell is weaker than the original spell, but this feature has no cooldown when triggered.

hint!

Because a large amount of Naaru crystals are used as materials, the armor sacrifices some quality (Legendary → Epic) to make it more suitable for the Sentinel's personal combat style and prevent it from being burned by the huge amount of light and heat.

When the armor's damage exceeds the threshold, please find a forging master to repair it as soon as possible.

Archbishop Hataru incorporated some Draenei-specific repair modules into the armor when designing it. If necessary, Sentinels can use ordinary Arkonite crystals as repair components, but this operation may further increase the damage to the armor.

Producer: Draenei Clan Council of Exarchs

Item description:

[Look how much they love you, Sentinel. They are even willing to use their pitiful family savings to make a piece of tattered clothes for you. Such kindness has touched even a cold-blooded bastard like me.

Woo woo woo, I cried, I was pretending.

The intentions are good, but the craftsmanship is a bit lacking. I'm puzzled. How can you use legendary materials like fallen naaru fragments to craft an epic war armor? So, do all you draenei have pig trotters?
I'm not bragging, let my buddy do it. Even if he closes his eyes and drinks a large pot of void wine, he can use these materials to make a set of force artifacts for you.

Ugh, what a waste of good stuff.

My advice is, wear whatever you can get.

It's hard to find a better place in the countryside of Draenor, but there are so many good things on the big stage of Azeroth, it's like a treasure trove for you to take at your leisure, so how much more time do you plan to waste in Draenor?

Got it here!

Let’s get down to business! 】

】

Dick had learned to ignore the damn item descriptions, and he couldn't use two of the four special effects of the armor in front of him. After all, the capacity of his holy power pool and the speed of his holy power recovery had already exceeded the level of a legend who had reached the level of a demigod in advance. The marginal effect of something like strength was extremely exaggerated.

But Dick was very satisfied with the remaining two special effects.

He was really fed up with the tragedy of his armor exploding every time he fought a battle. At least this set of armor would not melt and disintegrate because it could not withstand the light and heat of the Sun Herald.

That’s enough!

Anyway, Dick never relies on equipment bonuses to fight. He is a legendary chief who can beat orcs to death even when naked.

There is no way, as long as the individual is strong, he can speak with confidence.

However, compared to the crystal-forged armor in the armor box, Diakum was more concerned about the sword.

A broad-bladed heavy sword, even considering the size of the Draenei, this thing is an absolute "giant", requiring ordinary Draenei to lift it with both hands, but with the blessing of Diachem's strength attribute that ranks at the top among the legendary rank, he lifted the giant sword with one hand.

The blade is very simple, even a bit "plain".

The sword is sharpened on one side, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, which concentrates the center of gravity forward, making each slash more deadly.

The hilt of the sword is cast from crystal without much skill. The only thing that attracts the eye is the holy light inscriptions on both sides of the blade. It is said that it is an "enchantment" blessed by old Velen himself. There is a semicircular groove in the top area of the blade, and a shining crystal polished into a round shape is suspended in it.

Well, just from this description, the old ass guys already know that this thing is a replica of the Holy Light Artifact, Ashbringer.

But considering that it is still more than ten years since the Ashbringer was forged, Diakum can proudly declare that the one in his hand is the "genuine one".

However, this classic weapon was not finished.

"The blacksmiths have done their best to comply with your request, Diakum. But even with His Majesty Kara's participation, the scorching heat contained in the crystal you purified with your own hands is a bit excessive. His Majesty Kara said that the holy flame within the crystal was blessed by the Brilliant Dawn, and it cannot properly coordinate the energy."

Old Hatton sighed and said:

"If the Ginidal was still there, we could complete the final step of quenching through the Radiant Furnace. But Her Majesty Kara is very weak now, and it also has the important task of contacting the Legion of Light. It won't be able to help you complete the forging of this artifact for the time being.

Therefore, this final step is up to you.”

"It doesn't matter. This is enough! In constant battle, the holy flame will refine the waste from this weapon, and what will remain is the true power of glory.

I look forward to it being able to bear such a heavy burden, and I also look forward to being able to use it to sever my destiny in the future!"

Diakum stroked the sharp blade, admiring it. As his fingers flicked, he saw another weapon panel pop up, with golden runes dancing in it:
[Weapon Name: Unnamed Sword·Untempered
Weapon type: Arathor Empire style classic two-handed sword
Weapon quality: appears after quenching is completed
Weapon characteristics: Appears after quenching is completed
Weapon special effects: Appears after quenching is completed
Crafted by: Karabor Temple Weaponsmith

Item description:

[What a shameless 'plagiarist'! I should really call Fording, who is just a happy and pious little noble, in my dreams right now so that he can find a way to rush to the world of Draenor and give you a hard slap in the face.

But how should I put it, seeing you so shamelessly holding the power of the future in your hands, makes me very pleased, because I taught you very well!

This is right!

Those who do great things don't care about trivial matters. Since we are doing life-threatening work, what shame do we have?
You have to know that when you have a conscience, you can do great things! When you abandon your conscience, you can do even crazier and greater things. This is my dark wisdom, and I’m giving it to you for free today.

If you want to listen more, you have to pay more!
Also, use your brain and muscles to think carefully about what kind of flame to use to quench it, so as not to waste this good thing that I wanted to sleep with when I was young.

】

Dick flexed his fingers, letting his scorching holy light wrap around the untempered giant blade, as if inspecting the weapon in his hand. Then, with a look of surprise on his face, he said to Father Hatton beside him:
"If I'm not mistaken, this sword is made of Celestial Gold? We've been away from Argus for over 20,000 years. Hasn't the fine steel from our homeland been used up yet?"

"What you have in your hand is the last bit."

Jaid shook his head and said:

"In order to help you forge this great sword, Father Hatton took out the last of his hometown souvenirs from his private collection, but I think it is worth it.

Although you have always used your staff as a spear, we all know that there is a difference between a staff and a spear. The birth of this giant sword can give you true invincibility, and you deserve it.

No.
It is this sword's honor to be wielded by you!
Give it a name, in the tradition of our Eredar people."

"There is only one name worthy of it and the mission it will carry in the future."

Dick flicked the blade and winked at Old Hatton and Jaid.
"Ashbringer. That's what I'll call it!"

"Cool, that's a cool name."

Jaid whistled wickedly and said:

"Does it mean that wherever the sword goes, everything will turn to ashes?"

"Do not."

Old Hatton shook his head and said:

"I think what Diak'um wanted to express is that even the ashes of a distant land can yearn for rekindling! Just like the fate of us Eredar."

"Ahem, I'm sorry to interrupt you all, but if you're looking to temper a powerful divine weapon, I have a solution."

The old orc Ner'zhul came to the three of them at some point. He leaned on his Shadowmoon Staff and looked at the sharp blade in Diak'um's hand with admiration, and said softly:
"Remember before arriving at Garadar, I told you that I had a rough plan for how to deal with the Burning Blade?

Exactly!

While Old Dal made the wrong choice and both sides are now hostile, we can do both things at once! The Burning Blade's holy land, Valhalor, once forged the legendary Flame Blade Sanksu, the sharpest and most invincible artifact in the history of our orcs.

Perhaps soon, it will also have the honor of witnessing the birth of the equally legendary 'Ashbringer'."

Ps:

Thanks to brother "Sassa's XD" for the reward, and thank you for your kindness. I currently owe 110+5 updates, and will try to make a burst of them in early next month.

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