Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 103 2. Holy Light, Please Witness! This is now a personal vendetta.
"Can this be salvaged? Couldn't you have been gentler?"

Garrosh looked at Saint Diakum who was giving first aid in front of him with a look of pain on his face. He complained to Gaiara beside him:
"Look, it's all burnt."

"Who says it's not?"

Gaiara also looked helpless. She leaned on her battle axe, looked at the grass around her that was burned by the scorching light, and sighed:
"We clearly agreed to just spar, but how did the pressure get so intense during the fight? And this Burning Blade Sword Master is no match for me! Didn't he boast that no one could stop him if he wanted to? How could he be burned like this?

If Yolin hadn't been quick enough to bind a soul stone to him, he would have been killed on the spot when the Vigilant's mighty Holy Slash struck him."

"It's the power out of control!"

Griselda Blackhand, who watched the whole process without saying a word, has been training with her father and brothers since she was a child. She has super individual strength and has her own understanding of becoming a legend. Naturally, she can see the problems and details that the two young warriors cannot see.

She endured the pain in her throat and stared at Diakum, who was rescuing people, with a strange look that was also filled with caution and fear, and said in a hoarse voice:

"The Vigilant's holy light lost control during the final blow. Based on its original strength, it would have only knocked the Fire Blade Saint down at best. However, the sudden loss of control caused a violent explosion. Lantresor was already at a disadvantage, but he chose not to dodge and instead attempted to counterattack, aiming for a seventh strike to eliminate the Diakam Saint.

He made a brave but wrong tactical choice.

Between defeat and death, this orc chose the latter, and this was his downfall. The Half-Blood Swordmaster was only at the borderline of Legendary; he hadn't truly crossed that threshold. Even so, if we were to face this Swordmaster, even if we attacked together, he would likely use mirrors to split the battlefield and defeat us one by one.

Well, the Blade Clan's swordsmanship is truly worthy of its reputation!"

"So, did you pass the first stage of the Vigilant's Blade Trial?"

Yolin Deadeye was not a warrior, and had little interest in this kind of bloody confrontation. He glanced at the shattered Soul Stone in his hand, then at the Half-Blood Sword Saint, who had finally recovered from the healing effects of Saint Diakum's continuous release of the Holy Word: Legend of Life. He whispered:
"They said the sparring session only needed five minutes, but these two guys fought for a full ten minutes, and the examiner was nearly beaten to death. I just clearly heard the Sentinel kneeling beside him and begging him not to die.

So, this is considered a pass, right?"

"But the Blade Trial has three stages."

Garrosh looked at the Burning Blade Master who was being helped up. The fierce battle he had just witnessed made him feel itchy. He kept stroking the handle of his battle axe and said:

"Besides the final stage, which must be completed in Havalo, there's also the most difficult second stage. I heard it requires hunting down dangerous targets alone. But with the Sentinel's exaggerated combat power, what else on the Nagrand Grasslands is worth his full effort?
Even Banta, the legendary king of cleft-hoofed cattle on the grasslands, couldn't withstand it, right?"

"cough cough"

The Burning Blade Master, who had truly "escaped death," coughed weakly. He looked at the apologetic Vigilant with a complicated gaze, then waved his hand to indicate that these were "minor issues during the exchange," and whispered:

"You can't control your strength well, this is a big taboo."

"I think I can control it. The situation just now was special and it's hard to explain in a few words. It's also because your powerful skills made me excited and I used the holy power that should never be used in a sparring match. That's why I almost made you return to the spirit realm.

This time it's mine.

Just assume I failed! You're right, a warrior who can't control his strength can't be called a great fighter. So when you recover, we won't use our strength, we'll just use our skills to decide the outcome."

Dick sighed and admitted his mistake frankly.

But he really didn't use heavy hands on purpose just now. It was just because his demigod-level holy power recovery speed was too exaggerated. Even with the help of the Guiding Light Armor to store energy, it still caused the holy power pool to be overloaded, and made him return to the "holy power accumulation" state when he had just awakened. However, the current situation is much better than that time. At least Dick will not feel the actual accumulation of holy power.

"No, no need! If I lose, I lose. I can afford to lose."

Lantresor Fireblade shook his head and said:
"The fact that you were able to withstand my full-force attack for ten minutes and still manage to counterattack is enough to prove that your combat skills are exceptional, even surpassing me in understanding combat techniques. In fact, even without that final burst of holy power, I would still have been knocked down by you.

So, you have passed the 'skills' level.

But what happens next is not so easy. You have to complete the 'Hunting Trial' and demonstrate your strength in a real life-and-death battle.

I've already chosen your target!
The giant Goron beast roaming in the border area of Nagrand Steppe, 'The Hungry' Dune, is the best test subject. It is the offspring of Gruul, the Goron lord of Gorgrond, and a born legendary life. It is said that as long as it stands on the ground, it will be blessed with endless power.

The Warsong and Burning Blade clans organized several hunts to eliminate the beast but all failed.

It is not a stupid beast, it has its own thoughts. The power of the earth loves it so much that even shamans find it difficult to find its whereabouts. Generally speaking, we will not let trial-takers challenge such exaggerated monsters, but you already have enough skills and strength to complete this hunt and contribute to the people and peace of Nagrand.

This is also one of the traditions of the Burning Blade Clan.

I've tracked down the monster's movements over the past few days. It seems to have been drawn to the battle at Highmaul and is now moving along the southwest ridge."

"Dune the Hungry? Very good. When I was staying in Shattrath, I also heard my brothers complain about that elusive beast. It is said that it attacked Telmor City decades ago and caused casualties."

Diakum nodded and said:
"I also want to see the legendary creatures that originated from the world of Draenor. Let's go now. The time is running out."

"Wait, Vigilant! Your daughter and apprentices have brought news."

Yolin Deadeye suddenly interrupted Diachem, holding up a warlock charm and saying to Dick:
"The tracking spell I gave them has just been used, and I can sense they're near us, in the southwest! They must have found the Eye of Domination. That direction coincides with the direction of your target. Would you like to stop by and take a look?"

"Then go over there. My examiner needs to rest."

Dick glanced at Lantresor and said:

"It's just right. Let me introduce my granddaughter to you. She has the same background as you. You two are meant to help each other."

"Ok?"

The Burning Blade Sword Saint's eyes widened as he said in surprise:

"You really have a half-orc granddaughter? I thought..."

"Do you think I was deliberately provoking you just now?"

Dick smiled and cast a Holy Word: Fortitude on Lantresor to restore some of his stamina and energy. He said:

"I know few people believe this, but I do care about that child. Even though she and I have only just met, I am certain that my 'granddaughter' will achieve great things in the future. The prerequisite is that she must first rely on herself to walk out of the darkness that shrouds her heart.

Garrosh, you come take care of Master Burning Blade and ask for his advice. I heard your father was already a swordmaster at your age, so you can't fall behind too much."

Garrosh hesitated.

He didn't know why this damn blue-skinned saint could always guess what he was thinking, but to be honest, Garrosh was really eager to take this opportunity to challenge himself.

He knew very well that his talent was far inferior to that of his father, but he would never bring shame to the Warsong Clan.

"So, do you have any extra Blade Trial Oaths?"

Garrosh asked Lantresor as he boarded the two-headed dragon. The Burning Blade Master, who was still recovering from his injuries, glanced at him, shook his head, and said:
"Yes! But I won't give it to you. You're not good enough yet."

"what about me?"

Gaiara, who was flying nearby, asked excitedly. Master Fire Blade didn't even look at her and said:
"You are even worse!
Among the three of you, only the Daughter of Black Hand is qualified to start the Blade Trial. This is not a question of strength, young ones. Your skills are still very rough, and your anger is not even used well. You are still unable to control your mind and learn to remain calm in anger.

But your fathers were all outstanding, and perhaps you have inherited their outstanding talents. What you lack is just the polish of actual combat."

"Then give me a pledge."

Griselda Blackhand sneered. She sat behind Gaiara and stretched out her hand to Lantresor.

"Once you have recovered a little, I will also begin my blade trial. Just like Saint Diakum defeated you, I will defeat you with my own hands!"

"Swish"

A rolled-up tome was tossed to Griselda Blackhand.

However, generally speaking, a Fire Blade Master who goes out would not carry such a thing with him. After all, not every Fire Blade Master has the leisure to come and serve as an examiner. Perhaps when the shrewd old man Ner'zhul arranged all this, he had already calculated that these "young talents" of the orcs would not be willing to be lonely, so he found Lantresor to "mix" with them in advance.

As for why this half-blood swordsman is so willing to help, I'm afraid there are some more complicated personal reasons besides maintaining tradition.

Considering his origin, a half-blood of Draenei and Orc was not accepted by both races, which destined his path to becoming a swordmaster to be more difficult and bumpy than that of an ordinary Orc warrior.

It is understandable that such a person has a more complex mind and greater pursuits than ordinary people. Moreover, being able to cooperate privately with Ner'zhul to fight against the corrupt clan chieftain is not something that an orthodox swordmaster can do.

But no matter what, since Lantresor Fireblade appeared here, it meant that he had indeed chosen his own camp in the orc population split that was about to begin.

The reason why Diakum regarded this half-blood swordsman whom he met for the first time as an "old acquaintance" was not only because he did have a series of very good exclusive plots in the official history, but also because the half-blood swordsman was not as cold as he looked.

He has a heart that pursues "self-justice" and is willing to take action.

Although in a certain version, Dick arranged for the "gifted" Lantresor Fireblade to be the "Mining Saint" for several years like other great lords, this did not hinder his respect and love for this half-blood swordsman.

Honestly, compared to Samuro, the tribal hero and "wanderer" who is the legitimate heir of the Burning Blade in the canon but is always elusive, it's Lantresor Burning Blade's two distinct lives in the two timelines that better represent the rich style of the Burning Blade, which has been completely wiped out in the canon. (Ps1)

Following the guidance of the talisman in Yolin's hand, the group soon arrived at the location of the three recruits.

In order to train them, Dick specifically assigned the task of tracking the "Orb of Domination" to the three of them. So far, it seems that the three of them have completed it very well. In just a day and a half, they and the weak Garona tracked down the location where the Orb of Domination had been hidden.

But unfortunately, the orb has been moved.

When the two-headed dragon flapped its huge wings and landed, what came into everyone's eyes was an underground nest that had been burned by the holy fire. From the corpses of the burnt white orcs, it could be seen that this dungeon under the mountains of Nagrand was once one of the tunnels of the disgusting white orcs.

"Uncle Diakme, why are you here?"

Lelan, who was feeding Garona water, was overjoyed when she saw Dick appear. She quickly used several flashes to run over and "pay her respects." But then she noticed Lantresor, who was supported by Garrosh, and she exclaimed:
"Another half-orc! From the Burning Blade clan. Wait! I know you! Lantresor Burning Blade, your story is widely circulated among the orc clans. It is said that you once single-handedly fought your way into the ogre's lair and rescued the stolen goods and children."

"'Traveler' Leland! I've heard of you, too."

Lantresor Burning Blade stared at the Arcanist with unfriendly eyes and said:

"Your bold behavior has spread to many clans. They all say that a crazy female Draenei will often visit them. Many shamans think you are a sinister spy, trying to dig out the traditions and secrets of the orc clans. You have spent decades traveling around Draenor and you have many orc friends.

I heard that you also tried to visit the Blackrock Clan's forge?

I'm curious, how did you manage to escape the clutches of Warchief Blackhand's brutal warriors?"

"That was an accident."

Leilan waved his hands awkwardly and said:

"I can only say that it was fortunate that Warlord Eitrigg was on duty that day. He is the best-tempered High Warlord of the Blackrock Clan, and I really meant no harm.

However, I did not "try" to enter the forge. Under the guidance of the generous and friendly Warlord Eitrigg, I was allowed to take a tour around the forge and received an elemental orb as a gift. Unfortunately, a few days later, I was robbed by the rude forest elves in the wilderness of Gorgrond, and all my collections were stolen.

Fortunately, I still had a teleportation scroll in my hand at that time.

By the way, I have been to the Holy Land of Havalo, but I didn’t see you there.”

Lantresor shook his head, not intending to continue talking to the familiar Draenei arcanist. He walked to the prisoner's wagon and looked at the weak and curled up Garona with a complicated look. As Dick said, this child had a rough life just like him.

As a knowledgeable swordsman, Lantresor could see at a glance that Garona's body and mind were abnormal, and a dark force that disgusted him enveloped the poor child.

He took one of the elemental combat beads from his neck and put it into Garona's hand. He said:
"Hold it! It will make you feel better when darkness eats away at your spirit."

"Thank you."

Garona looked at her "compatriots" and whispered:

"I've heard your story too. When I was little, I idolized you. I believe that if you can become a swordsman, I can also realize my dream."

"That's hard."

Lantresor, who was always cold in front of outsiders, seemed a little gentler in front of Garona. He said softly:

"This world has never been kind to us, so you have to be strong. Did Gul'dan make you like this?
His Shadow Council also offered me a position, but I refused. I slew the courier and threw his head to the terrified warlock apprentice. I knew this would earn me Gul'dan's wrath, but I never regretted it.

"I don't need your help in revenge, Sword Master."

Garona coughed weakly, holding the elemental beads tightly in her hand, and said in a hoarse voice:
"I will personally take back what Gul'dan owes me, using the dagger he gave me."

The conversation between the two was not heard by others. Dick was listening to Nobundo's report, who explained with a hint of regret:
"Yorlin's spell did lead us to the trace of the Dominion Orb, but we interrogated the white walkers here who were talking incoherently, and they said that the orb was taken away by the warlock master of the Shadow Council a few days ago.

It is said that they were taken to the vicinity of Highmaul, along with many White Orcs.

They also said that it was the 'Twilight Prophet' who summoned them to participate in the destruction of Highmaul. After leading the extremely powerful Twilight Hammer Clan to destroy the ogre capital, the 'prophet' would generously give the ruins to the white walkers as a holy place to breed the power of the void.

"I can also make a talisman and give it to you to continue tracking the Dominant Orb."

Yolin Deadeye checked the atmosphere inside the crypt and said:
"The Dominant Orb has stayed here for a long time. The aura here is enough to be used for more detailed tracking."

"Then I'll trouble you, Warlock."

Nobundo glanced at him and said:
"Please hurry up!"

"I've received my reward, so I'll naturally do my best. This is the tradition of our Blood Ring Clan."

Yolin patted the Youth Version of Gul'dan's Skull hanging around his waist and said:
"I'll start making it now. Two hours will be enough."

"Saint! Come quickly, I've captured a Shadow Council lackey!"

Just as Yolin was about to start making the talisman, Irel's shout rang out from inside the dungeon, causing Diakum to raise an eyebrow. He strode into the dark dungeon, one side of which was burned by flames. He soon saw the brave Irel dragging an orc warlock with a severed arm out of the depths.

She threw the miserable warlock in front of Saint Diakum. The guy wanted to run away, but as soon as he stood up, he was kicked in the stomach by Gaiara and fell to his knees in pain.

Because of the incident at Mount Oshu'gun, Gaiara really had no good feelings towards these Shadow Council lackeys.

"Speak your name, Warlock!"

Diakum stared at him and said sternly:
"I don't have the time to judge you right now. If you're willing to cooperate, I'll hand you over to Mother Gaiaan of Garadar. You'll be imprisoned, but at least you'll be able to keep your life."

"Dagga! My name is Dagga Shadowburner, a warlock of the Twilight's Hammer clan and an apprentice of Cho'gall."

The orc with the broken arm screamed:

"I'm willing to cooperate. I don't want to die! I'll tell you whatever you want to know. Ask, ask! Keep this crazy woman away from me. I wanted to surrender just now, but she cut off my arm.

Is this how you draenei surrender? Are you a bunch of barbarians?
Even the orcs of the Blackrock clan wouldn't treat prisoners like this!"

"To encounter a warlock of the Shadow Council in a filthy cave filled with white walkers, my apprentice simply cuts off your hand. This proves she is a merciful walker of the Holy Light."

Dick scolded and asked:
"Where is the orb that controls Garona? Who is guarding it? And what exactly is your Twilight's Hammer clan trying to do by recruiting white walkers on such a large scale?"

"Master Vorpil! The Orb of Domination is in his hands. He is deeply trusted by Gul'dan and was specially assigned to supervise and command Garona. He is also protected by the brutal and powerful Ogre Warlord Blackart, the Instigator.

After realizing that Garona was captured, the two guys ran away with the Orb of Domination.

They went to Mogol!
That place was originally an outpost town of Highmaul, but the Warsong Clan slaughtered the ogre guards there, and now it is the rear of the battlefield, where the Shadow Council is preparing to summon demons to support the Twilight's Hammer Clan."

This spineless sorcerer spilled all he knew like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube.

He screamed in horror:
"Gul'dan has issued an order for full armament. Batches of bloodrage potions are being produced. Not only the ogres and orcs of the Twilight's Hammer, but also the warriors of the Warsong clan will drink the blood of power.

Master Wopir is in charge of this matter.

But they left me behind!

They asked me to stay here and recruit white ghosts to go to the front line. As for what to do?
Don’t you understand yet?
Mar'gok, the ogre wizard leader of Highmaul, was frightened and hid in the Ganthenon Temple with his last elite troops. The ancient rune magic barrier there was too strong. After Grom Hellscream was summoned to Tanaan Jungle, Cho'gall was unable to break the barrier in a short time, and the arrogant soldiers of the Warsong Clan would not listen to his orders.

But the White Orcs can manipulate the void! They have been blessed by the void and can corrupt everything!

As long as their number is large enough, the magic of the temple will be distorted and penetrated. The relationship between Gu'dan and the white orcs is very subtle. Those madmen who can't communicate at all call it the 'Twilight Prophet'.

They are willing to serve it wholeheartedly.

That's all I know, that's all I know, look! My skin is still brown, draenei, I haven't drunk the blood of the devil! I have been learning the secrets of the void and shadows from Cho'gall, I am not your enemy!

Daga Shadowburner gave a flattering smile and said:
"I recognize you. You're the recently famous Sentinel! I know you're a saint. How could a great man like you be so mean to a small-time figure like me? Just treat me like a fart and let me go.

I will stay in Garadar's cage and wait for my judgment."

"But the masters of the Shadow Council are demons."

Dick looked at him and said:
"Even if we let you go, do you think the devil will let you go?"

"But I don't obey the evil power!"

Daga Shadowburner snorted and said:
"What I worship is the infinite void, what the hell is this evil energy?
I don't want to become brutal and crazy after being infused. Only the quiet beauty of the void is the home of my soul. To me, demons are as disgusting as holy light. Well, of course, demons are obviously more dangerous in the material world.

You see, I'm a member of the Shadow Council, and I know a lot about what goes on inside the Shadow Council.

I'm still useful!

Let me go please.

After you personally purified the two Void Entropy Demons in Draenor, the Void can no longer enter this world, and I naturally became harmless."

"is it?"

Diakum stared at the fawning warlock.

He took a step back and gestured to Gaiara beside him. The female orc swung her battle axe and chopped it down under the warlock's horrified gaze.

The moment the sharp blade cut into his neck, all the fear on Daga Shadowburner's face turned into a strange smile, as if his death was painless, as if his mission was finally accomplished.

This scene made Gaiara's whole body shudder, and he kicked the laughing head away.

"But you promised him you would forgive him."

Irel looked at Dick in surprise. The Sentinel shook his head and said:

"Haven't you figured it out yet, kid? This guy's soul has already returned to the void. His fear and flattery are all fake. If I send him back to Garadar, he'll definitely cause some trouble there that no one wants to see.

He allowed himself to be captured by you on purpose, trying to use this information to lure us into the Mogol town.

This may also be part of the plan of the 'Twilight Prophet' Gugall.

If my guess is correct, the orb belonging to Garona has most likely been tampered with. Gul'dan knew we wouldn't give up on rescuing Garona, so he planned to use the orb as a trap to trap us all!"

"In that case, perhaps we should take a long-term view?"

Nobundo beside him suggested:
"Solve the crisis at Highmaul first?"

"No, there's not enough time, so we have to do both together!"

Dick shook his head and said:
"Besides, if this trap was meant for me, it would be rude of me not to go. It's just a shadow orb; it can't kill me, but at most it can disrupt my mind. However, Gul'dan underestimated the will I would unleash to protect my people. I'm eager to see what tricks he can come up with."

The Sentinel said this, but then looked at his hands wrapped in holy light. He had been planning to find a suitable opportunity to start his own "Shadow Priest" path, but that would not happen overnight and required the help of some external conditions.

Now might be a good opportunity.

As for myself personally, walking into darkness in the name of "salvation" will undoubtedly help me strengthen my mind.

As they were leaving the cave, Lantresor came forward with bad news.

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"I just checked around. The son of Gronn, Dun the Hungry, was taken to Mog'gol by the warlocks using mind seduction. If we chase him now, we might be able to catch up."

"No need! Just let it stay in Mogol."

Dick waved his hand and said:
"I want to change the trial target, is that okay?"

"Yes, yes."

The Burning Blade Sword Master hesitated and said:
"But it can only be stronger, not weaker!"

"No problem, I will use the head of the Twilight Prophet Cho'gall to complete my trial! Is this enough?"

"Of course, that two-headed ogre who learned fel energy from Gul'dan and controlled the shadows of the void is much more dangerous than Gronn. Okay, let me deal with Dune. It's just enough to complete my Swordmaster Master Trial."

"No, don't compete with the children for prey, Lantresor."

The sentinel smiled and turned to the group of numb recruits and said:
"While I smash the orb that plagues my granddaughter, I'll leave it to you to deal with Doon the Hungerer and the Shadow Council warlocks of Mo'gor! I promised Lady Draka that I wouldn't be a doting mentor. It's time to give you some strength."

So, this combat trial is okay, right?"

Ps1:

The last Burning Blade Master Samuro and the lead singer of the Tauren Chieftain band Samuro just have the same name. Samuro in a game that has always been on the verge of becoming popular but never became popular has personally clarified this rumor.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the old swordsman has fought for his whole life and wants to hide his identity and enjoy himself but does not want to be exposed by others, so he is being stubborn.
(End of this chapter)