Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 111 10. The outstretched hand of the vigilant will reward friends and frighten enemies
"boom"

Gudan fell to the ground where shadows gathered, and the Ashbringer pierced his chest head-on. The white holy flame lingering on the holy blade burned his body, trying to purify this object forged by the void shadow.

The flesh and blood of the two-headed ogre wizard rolled around, and shadows gathered in it, twisting and strengthening it into an inhuman posture. Those alienated black bones and the eyeballs growing from the chest were not simply symbols of corruption, but the results of "shadow casting".

Just as magic casting can allow mortals to stand shoulder to shoulder with demons and possess extraordinary combat power, creatures cast by void shadow can also obtain the supreme blessing of boundless shadow.

At this time, Gugal, who had been beaten to death by the Holy Light like a charcoal-roasted black pig, had his two heads and three eyes filled with resentment and fear. However, some kind of power in the solid battlefield seemed to think that simple pain was far from enough, so when Gugal died, it saw with its own eyes the scene of gnashing teeth and eyes.

It can be called the "ultimate humiliation of the void."

When Diakum dissipated the power of the Sanctified Seraphim and returned to his garrison officer form wearing crystal armor and strode towards the Twilight Cult Leader who was about to be executed, the Twilight Hammer that fell to the ground hummed in a way that actively absorbed the shadows, and slowly rose up under the support of the cold power.

Just at the moment the Sentinel stopped, the shadow-shaped artifact stopped right in front of him.

The boundless void creates a dim nebula-like twilight embellishment, like a dark veil covering it, making it appear so submissive and obedient.

It's like a loyal puppy, wagging its tail and waiting for its owner to come home and give him an enthusiastic jump.

Diakum looked at the Twilight Hammer floating in front of him with caution. At that moment, he understood the truth of this battle just like Cho'gall. The saint understood that today's events were nothing but a "friendly greeting" on his part, and used Cho'gall as a "sacrifice" to shape the "foundation of friendship" between him and Dick.

"Hold it, hold this gift of friendship, accept the artifact we gift you, for you will need it in your final battle with the Slayer."

The faint voice echoed in Diakmu's ears, with a hint of urging and expectation, it said:
"Draenor is too small, and this is not the stage you should be on. The gift we give you has become shabby and ugly, but this is the most perfect Shadowforge embryo. As long as you continue to fish for it in the shadows, one day it will become the true 'Hand of Twilight'.

Well, the honorable Dark Archon should possess such a divine object to demonstrate his supreme majesty.

I am more generous than the Holy Light.
When you need help and the powerless Holy Light is unable to intervene, don't forget to say hello to your 'new friend'."

Dick was unmoved by such sweet words. He just stared quietly at the Twilight Hammer floating in front of him, and seemed to hesitate for a few seconds. Finally, under the heartbreaking gaze of Gul'gar's three eyes, the damned Holy Light Hammer stretched out his dirty claws and placed them on the Twilight artifact that he had worked hard to find materials for and painstakingly crafted.

As the victim of this wonderful and classic NTR, Gugal later discovered in despair that the Twilight Hammer was extremely docile in Diakum's hands, and there was no sign of its rebelliousness in his own hands.

It was as if Diakum was its master, and he was the ignorant yellow-haired ogre who wanted to tease the pure wife.

“No, that’s not right! (Why? Why would He love you too?)”

When the Sentinel came to him and grasped the hilt of the Ashbringer, the dying Gul'gal struggled to ask his last question. His three eyes stared at Diak'um, and he only wanted the answer before he would allow himself to die.

"you guess?"

Dick said so.

The holy blade was drawn out and then slashed down again, sealing Cho'gall's final curse in the severed spine. Although he was a legendary warlock, Diak'um did not need to worry about the whereabouts of Cho'gall's soul stone.

This guy worships the evil energy on the surface but is actually a Void scum in private. How could Mr. Sa's Twisting Nether accept such a two-faced guy?

Its ugly soul will return to the Lightless Sea and become the pathetic nourishment of the void realm. Perhaps it will be given the honor of becoming a "Faceless One" by a Void Lord, but no matter what, this is the first meeting and eternal farewell between Diakum and Cho'gal.

The emptiness of self-proclaimed truth is never kind to losers.

"Swish"

The Ashbringer, satisfied with drinking the enemy's blood, was placed back into the Augre treasure chest. Diakum did not bend down to pick up the two heads of Cho'gall. Instead, he lowered his head and looked at the Twilight Hammer in his other hand with a frown.

This thing had been struck several times by the Ashbringer in previous battles, causing the terrifying metal spikes on its surface to melt away, leaving only the unique crystal gauntlets.

As Dick caressed it, the weapon's faceplate appeared before his eyes:
[Weapon Name: Fallen Gift·Twilight Hammer
Weapon quality: Force Artifact [Prototype]

Weapon characteristics: Devouring the Same Source, Twilight Blessing, Shadow Forge Power, Shadow Domination

Weapon effects:

1. Gift of Fallen:

A gift from the Void to the Vigilantes, the weapon's true power is only unlocked in Dark Archon form. When Diak'um strikes in Dark Archon form, the Twilight Hammer becomes an extension of his dark will, imbuing every Shadow Priest spell with twilight empowerment.

The Dark Archon's "Shadow Form" will be promoted to "Void Form".

The Dark Archon's "Dark Word" spell series will be strengthened into the "Fallen Commandment (Demigod Exclusive)" spell series.

The Dark Archon's summons "Shadowfiend/Mindeater" will be replaced with "Faceless Lasher Warrior/K'thir Soul Breaker Warlock".

caveat!

When the Dark Archon fights with this weapon, the mental energy consumption required to release Shadow Priest spells is doubled, and the mental frenzy generated is doubled. Once the mental frenzy exceeds the sanity threshold, the Dark Archon will immediately degenerate into a higher void creature.

This process is one-way and irreversible.

2. Twilight Relics:

This weapon was created by the crazy worshippers of the "Twilight Hour" for the arrival of the end of time. It has terrible corrosiveness to the material world, and any "reality corrosion" caused by this weapon will be difficult to purify.

Because of the special nature of this weapon, when the Dark Archon uses it in combat, it will attract the attention of the void entities in the world where it is located.

This weapon has the ability of "homologous devouring", which allows it to devour other void entities to enhance its own power and bestow more void force enhancements on the honorable Dark Archon.

Currently, no Void entities exist in Draenor.

Maker: Cho'gall the Twilight's Hammer
Owner: Dark Archon Diakum Zastins [Equipment Unique]

Weapon description:

[You are entangled! It's like a pure love handsome man who has encountered a nymphomaniac. Even if you want to devote yourself wholeheartedly to the pure and shy Holy Light wife and want to be a pure love garrison, the bad woman of the Void will always follow you like a shadow, coveting you and tempting you.

The more loyal you are to the Light, the more the jealous Void seeks to drag you from the Light into the shadows.

What He desires is not only that you become a captive of the void, but also that He wants to use your fall to severely humiliate the light in which you reside.

So don't have any misunderstandings about your own positioning, Brother Diao, like Gul'gall, you are just a part of the eternal play in which the Holy Light and the Void are entangled together. This is the so-called truth that "the great will be defeated by the great."

But remember what I told you before?

This is not a bad thing.

When the Holy Light realizes that its fiery lickspittle is being pursued by its own sinister enemies, He will no longer be so stingy in bestowing you with more glory at critical moments, but be careful! This uncle advises you to be careful!

With your current spiritual cultivation and understanding of the doctrine, if I were to take action, within three days, no, within three hours, I could make you, who is surrounded by shadows, kneel down and sing "Conquer".

Light and shadow interact with each other. This thing is not as simple as you think.

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"You're so generous! I can't even say no."

Diakum clicked his tongue.

Even though he had made up his mind not to use this Twilight Artifact rashly unless he could avoid it, the exaggerated enhancement granted by the weapon at that moment still shocked the Sentinel.

The "Law" sequence of divine arts is the exclusive power of the demigod of the Force, but it was given away so casually.

The fact that Diakum's Dark Archon form can summon Faceless Men and K'thir, pure Void creatures with auras of mental corruption, to assist in battle in large numbers means that its destructive power has surpassed that of the Sun Herald.

Unfortunately, this was a poisoned bait.

If he swallowed it, the consequences would definitely not be good, just like the warning from that weird bastard who always liked to "post barrages" in the item descriptions. He had never seen this guy tell him so seriously that he must "be careful" of the temptation from the void.

"Perhaps I shouldn't use it again until I have a better understanding of the teachings."

As he said this, he placed the Twilight Hammer into the Augre Treasure Chest, then walked out of the shadowy area of the slaughterhouse carrying Cho'gall's head.

As he walked into the sunlight, Diakum raised his head and faced the sunlight calmly as if he was facing the torture of the Holy Light. The warm sunlight soothed his cheeks, like the earnest teachings of the Holy Light, and also like a pair of soothing hands that relieved his fatigue from the battle.

He has a clear conscience.

I am still walking on the road of glory without any relaxation. I have walked into the darkness to accept the trial of the void, looking for the mystery of "light and shadow coexisting", but the light in my heart has never dimmed.

This is not only because he has a strong mind, nor is it just because he knows the miserable end of falling into the void, but also because his morality, oath and contract bind him.

If others walk in the darkness with only one light to guide the way, then Diakum has at least three lighthouses.

He will not be lost in the guidance of the dark song. At least for now, he is still a person of light.

Well, the seal of the Archon of Light on my forehead is shining even brighter because of this.

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The Parthenon was destroyed.

The dome, which had stood on the sacred ground of Highmaul since the heyday of the Gorian Empire, had collapsed under the weight of that damned ancient stone.

But there is nothing that can be done about it. It's not that the ogre wizards haven't tried hard enough, it's simply because the influence of elemental creatures on everything in the world is too outrageous. No matter how strong man-made buildings are, how can they possibly resist the earth itself?

However, when the wizard leader saw Diakum returning with Gugar's two hideous heads as promised, all the dissatisfaction and resentment on his face turned into joy and satisfaction at this moment.

With the head of this culprit, his dignity as the King of Goria was preserved, and the defeat of the usurper greatly strengthened the legitimacy of his power. Just as Diakum said, after the death of Cho'gall, its Twilight Hammer Clan had become a mess!
The ogre traitors it had gathered from all directions were now leaderless. Now was the chance for Highmaul and the Gorian Empire to rise again!
"Pul! Phemoth! My loyal warriors, immediately carry Cho'gall's head and go to surrender the ogre warriors of the Twilight's Hammer clan!"

The wizard leader took the two heads from Diakum and examined them in his hands. The anger and despair of Gugal before his death were still retained on his hideous face, adding a touch of victory majesty that could not be ignored.

Regardless of his exhaustion after the battle, Mar'gok laughed heartily and threw the two heads to his most loyal twin Ogron warriors.

Standing before the hideous remains of the ancient stone and the ruins of the Parthenon, it commanded:

"In the name of the Wizard Sovereign, I announce to those traitors! Cho'gall, the chief culprit who bewitched them, has been justly beheaded by the Hand of the King. His merciful Majesty Mar'gok has decided to pardon all their sins.

I demand that those traitors return to Highmaul and surrender by tonight!

As long as you lay down your weapons and return to the army of the Goria Empire, and complete a "repentance expedition" for the powerful Margok, I will forgive your past mistakes. But if you still insist on your wrongdoing, then..."

The Wizard Leader glanced at Saint Diakum and said in a more emphatically tone:

"If the traitors are determined to join the warring Horde and bring bloodshed to Draenor, the powerful Alliance of K'ure will slay them."

"As you command, King!"

Two huge and strong Ogron warriors stepped forward and respectfully took the traitor's skull from the Wizard Leader. Then they each led a royal guard to leave the battlefield and head towards the outskirts of Highmaul.

The Twilight's Hammer clan has now collapsed.

Looking down from the damaged plaza atop Highmaul, one could even see those men hastily fleeing the battlefield across the bridge. "We can't let them leave!"

Yrel, panting, leaning on his spear, shouted to the Ogre King:
"Once they escape to the Nagrand Grasslands, there's no way to pursue them."

"Haha, how could I possibly let these bastards escape? Highmaul isn't a place where they can come and go as they please."

The Wizard Leader grinned grimly and raised the Supreme Leader's Scepter in his hand. Amidst the violent gathering of arcane power, a barrage of arcane projectiles like a heavy artillery barrage was manipulated to bombard the ground, just like a meteorite falling. Under Margok's perfect control, it hit the bridge and blew up the main road connecting the island to the Nagrand grasslands.

Now the Twilight's Hammer's only escape was through the water.

"Nubundo! It's your turn."

Yrel pointed downward and said:

"Let the elemental who played a supporting role the whole time come to help."

"Ah."

The shaman nodded.

He had just witnessed how the ancient stone of the Draenor world was corrupted by the Twilight's Hammer clan and turned into a monster that rebelled against the earth. This elemental lord named "Tectus" was the most beloved child of the Earth Lord Godau, but today he staged a "life and death separation" in Highmaul.

The earth lord's sorrow infected Nobundo, filling his heart with elemental rage.

The Twilight's Hammer, those who play with void corruption, are abominable cancers that pollute the world! They are no different from the demon-worshipping blood sorcerers. Only by completely eradicating them can this world and this sea of stars be better!

Standing beside the high platform, Nobundo inserted the jeweled water totem and called loudly for the power of the water elemental lord Abelius of Draenor to surge. In a moment, a wall of water rolled up around the waters around Highmaul. The waters rolled angrily to form a restraining vortex, completely blocking the escape of the Twilight's Hammer members.

This basically means the death sentence for this clan!
After all, the Wizard King's pardon only applies to ogres, while the Twilight's Hammer Clan is the most "diversified" warlock clan in the entire war tribe. The only choice for those orc barbarians and warlocks who want to escape the massacre of the King's Guard is to kneel down and surrender, and then be branded with shame and become the pitiful slaves of the ogres.

This is also the point that the "righteous people" of the Goria Empire criticize the most.

These ogres still retain a complete slavery system, and even the orcs with nomadic traditions can despise their brutality and backwardness.

The Shattered Hand Clan, one of the major orc clans, was originally formed by the gladiator Kargath Shattered Hand who escaped from the Highmaul Arena. The feud between the Shattered Hand Clan and Highmaul cannot be explained in a few words.

As for those remnants of the defeated army who ran very fast and escaped from Highmaul before their exit was blocked, there was no need to worry. Jorin Deadeye and his gronn, who stayed in the ruins of Mog'gol, and the Burning Blade Master Lantresor were willing to help the Alliance of K'ure get rid of these guys who were causing trouble.

The complete defeat of the Twilight's Hammer Clan at this moment will become the first shot in the arm after the establishment of the Alliance of K'ure.

This is the positive response of the peace-loving people of Draenor to the threat posed by the warring tribes led by Chieftain Blackhand. They are not afraid of war, nor will they be defeated by fear. The ones they should truly fear are those who are bloodthirsty!

"I should have demonstrated the Goria Empire's sincerity to you here, Vigilant. I should have discussed the details of the K'ure Alliance with you immediately. This is the king's promise."

The Wizard Leader looked down at the Vigilant Saint, his eyes revealing respect and admiration for the power, and the apologies that appeared on both faces were so sincere.

It pointed to the collapsed Parthenon behind it and sighed:

"But I must return to the temple ruins immediately to rescue the precious heritage of the Goria Empire, so please allow me to focus on this important matter for now. I promise you that I will find time to sign the covenant with you before tonight.

The Goria Empire never treats its friends unfairly!

Please believe in my sincerity."

"The precious heritage you mentioned refers to the elemental runes that contain arcane secrets?"

Dick waved his hand, indicating that the wizard leader didn't need to be so formal.

He asked curiously:

"I heard that the ogres called those runestones forged by the Old Gods 'Gifts of the World'?"

"Of course, it's a treasure left by our sacred ancestors, a sacred relic snatched from the powerful Magnaron Lords during the empire's heyday! It's not just a testament to merit, but a blessing of wisdom."

Margok explained with considerable pride:

"Those ancient runes carry natural arcane patterns and possess all sorts of magical powers. The wizard heritage of our Goria Empire comes from the gift of these ancient runes. The Apexis spells taught by the Crowmen only accelerated the learning process.

In principle, these holy objects cannot be touched or viewed by anyone other than the Wizard King, but since you are a distinguished guest of the Goria Empire, there is no harm in showing them.

If you wish, please follow me and I will show you the depths of my empire."

"Of course, I'm very interested."

Diakum nodded, told the new recruits to rest, and then signaled Lelan, the arcanist, to follow him.

He was indeed very interested in the Ogre Empire's oldest holy relic, but he was not coveting the knowledge itself. Instead, he wanted to confirm a guess in his mind through face-to-face contact.

The Vigilantes believe that the legacy of the Goria Empire is most likely related to the "mystery of the birth" of the Draenor world.

This matter is very likely to involve the most mysterious group in the world, the "Forest Elves", so Diakum must take it seriously if he really intends to include the Forest Elves in the scope of the Alliance of K'ure.

"Vigilant! I have a request."

Just as Dick and the Wizard Leader were walking towards the ruins of the temple, Garrosh suddenly jumped out. This young and brave orc commander, who had just made the feat of defeating the legendary elemental lord, felt a little ashamed at this moment.

But he still gritted his teeth and pleaded with Dick:
"There are not only orcs and ogres from the Twilight's Hammer clan in this city. I just noticed that there is also a small number of warriors from the Warsong clan holding their ground outside the city. They should be the warriors left behind by Grom Hellscream on the battlefield.

I know they participated in the Battle of Highmaul, but they haven't drunk the magic blood yet, they are still pure orcs!
I would like to ask you and the Wizard Leader to give me a chance to persuade them to surrender. If they can see through the sinister ambitions of the warring tribes and are willing to return to ancient traditions, at least some lives can be saved."

"Hmph, their hands are stained with the blood of my people! The Warsong Clan's wolf riders charged into Highmaul like a pack of bloodthirsty beasts. I see no reason to grant you such a pardon."

The Wizard Leader rebuked him angrily, but he glanced at Diakum and changed the subject, saying:
"However, you! A young and brave orc warlord.

I was amazed by the courage you showed in fighting the Twilight's Hammer and the corrupted ancient stone. You have also made contributions to the Gorian Empire and you are also a guest of the king. Therefore, this pardon is not given by me to those orc war criminals!
This is just a personal thank you from me.

Go ahead.

I'll give you a chance, but only once!
If the Warsong orcs refuse to lay down their weapons, the King's Guard will gladly adorn their weapons with their heads."

"Thank you, your honorable wizard leader."

Garrosh felt a little ashamed.

This was the first time he had bowed to an ogre, but he was relieved that it gave his people a chance to survive. He turned around and was about to go and persuade them to surrender, but was pressed on the shoulder by a hand.

He looked back and saw the Draenei Shaman Nobundo.

"You have no chance of winning if you go there like this."

The mature and prudent Nobundo said to the young orc warlord:

"They will not obey you! Even if you reveal your true identity. The Warsong Clan is the wildest of the orc clans. Under your father's leadership, they have transformed into a bloodthirsty wolf pack. They obey only force.

Therefore, if you want to save them, you cannot pray with words."

"One, no, many Mak'gora!"

The Blackhand Daughter leaned on her war hammer and spoke at this time:

"Garrosh, if you want to save your people from death, you must use the rules of your Warsong Clan to make them obey you, one by one! Once you beat all the dissatisfied warriors to the ground, they will naturally become your followers and obey your orders.

But you know what this means!"

"Wouldn't this just allow Garrosh to establish his own faction?"

Frostwolf Warlord Gaiara, who was bandaging himself after being injured in the battle, exclaimed:

"The Warsong clan's chieftain is still here, yet you demand that Grom's warriors obey your orders. This would be an act of rebellion in any clan. But Garrosh was only trying to save people, so he's definitely not wrong."

"Subordinate clans of large clans are often born this way. According to orcish rules, if you want to establish your own clan, you must obtain the permission of the chieftain. This also means that if Garrosh does this today, he will have to accept Grom Hellscream's punishment the next time he meets his father."

Griselda Blackhand shook her head and said:

"So, I advise you to stay out of other people's business, Garrosh. Your father abandoned you in Garadar when you were little. You are an outcast from the clan. You consider yourself a member of the Warsong Clan, but does the Warsong Clan really accept you?
Don't get involved in this mess!
Let the ogre help you solve this problem according to the rules of the battlefield, otherwise the price of this rescue may very likely be your death at the hands of your father!

You, there is no way you can be his opponent."

"You mean to let me watch my people being annihilated and killed by ogres?"

Garrosh bared his teeth and said to the daughter of Blackhand:

"No! I won't allow it. The Alliance of K'ure claims to save the orcs from the corruption of demons. My people didn't drink the devil's blood, they deserve to be saved! This is why I came here. How dare you ask me to give up?"

"Why are you angry at her? You idiot! Griselda only said this out of concern for you. She is your partner and ally now."

Gaiara jumped up and yelled at Garrosh, but then said to him helplessly:

"Are you truly prepared to disobey your father? You will be killed by a headshot from Bloodroar. There is no other possibility. And you don't even have a suitable axe right now! Isn't this just courting death?"

"Well, I do have a lot of fine weapons in my treasury."

The wizard leader who was watching this scene had a subtle smile on his face. Margok said quietly:

"If this young orc warrior needs it, the Gorian Empire is always willing to provide all kinds of help to you, the righteous one. But your friends are right, child, Grom Hellscream is a formidable opponent, so I advise you to be cautious when making a decision.

Don't actively seek death before you grow up; this is a very important rule of survival."

This is just adding fuel to the fire.

The cunning ogre wizard leader was eager to see Grom Hellscream and his son turn against each other, and it would be best if one of them died so that he could vent his anger at the serious injury he suffered in the sneak attack.

But Saint Diakum, who was also observing this scene, was ultimately a Holy Light Walker.

The Archon of Light couldn't bear to do that, but he also didn't choose to stand by and watch.

After all, he was the one who brought this orc here, so he should shoulder some responsibility for this "minor". He stepped forward and said to Garrosh:
"You need to make a decision before those Warsong orcs make the wrong decision, but don't be too hasty. It's time to test your warrior faith, orc. Based on my past experience, there are two questions you must consider now.

What are you fighting for?

What price are you willing to pay for your beliefs?
Don't act rashly before you get a clear answer. Your warlike people will not follow a confused and weak leader, especially at this moment when your father has most likely drunk the devil's blood.

Perhaps you have to save more than just the Warsong soldiers trapped on the battlefield, but also the Warsong civilians of Grommashar who have been shrouded in the shadow of demons.

When the burden of fate falls upon you, may the Light protect you, brave Garrosh."

(End of this chapter)