Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 115 14. Havalo, whose glory is gone, are you ready to face the trial of the Holy Spear?

"That kid, Yolin, returned to Garadar with the controlled gronn ahead of time. He said he wanted to use it as a weapon for the Garadar orcs to prepare for the upcoming war. He's very perceptive and has inherited the warlocks' usual vigilance.

He knew that after the news of the establishment of the Alliance of K'ure spread, both Mother Gaiaan and the orcs of Garadar would face the most terrible threat of war.

When the Sentinel rode his sacred warhorse in the form of a two-headed dragon out of Highmaul, Lantresor, the Burning Blade Saint who followed on his other dragon, said to him:
"But if we want to protect Garadar from the threat of the warring tribes, we need more than just one gronn!

That place guards the holy place like the Throne of Elements, and is definitely the primary target of the warlocks of the war tribe. If they can capture Halvalor, the two sides can help each other, and with the defense point backed by the city of Shattrath, there may be some hope.

So, whether you are ready or not, we must go to the Burning Blade Clan and complete your Blade Trial."

"Well, I'm mentally prepared."

Diakum nodded and asked:

"Has your chief returned?"

"He returned a day ago. Old Dal also brought a large amount of demon blood and asked the members of the Burning Blade Clan to drink it and obey the orders of Chieftain Blackhand to launch a preliminary infiltration attack on Shattrath City."

Lantreso said with a gloomy face:
"Although Mother Gaiaan arrived at Havalor immediately to stop this behavior, unfortunately, the Fire Blade Clan has its own set of rules, and Old Dal was determined to join the war not just out of his personal considerations.

There are indeed some militant factions within the clan who have been seeking the expansion of the Burning Blade.

Those base desires ignored the sacred traditions of the Burning Blade and were eager to shape the Burning Blade into a clan as powerful as Blackrock and Warsong, led by old Dale's restless sons Gorn Bladefury and Cesk Bladefury.

Ambitious, they wanted to change the clan's inheritance method so that their bloodline would always lead the Fire Blade Clan.

But that is not the mentality that warriors should have at all!
The Swordmaster's Blade in our hands should not be wielded only for destruction and killing. Fortunately, the Fire Blade Shamans all stand on the side of Mother Gaiaan. Perhaps it is the persuasion of the ancestral spirits that makes them firm in their attitude.

They do not allow their people to drink the devil's blood and even confront the sword master who is loyal to the chief, which has led to the current stalemate.

But we must return immediately!
The Burning Blade Clan's shamans are few in number, and once the insane Old Dal convinces the elders, the Burning Blade Clan's downfall is inevitable."

"So, you, a lonely half-orc swordmaster, have allies in the clan who can tip you off?"

Dick looked at Lantresor and said:
"Can you tell me who it is?"

"cannot!"

The Sword Master decisively refused and said:
"This will cause trouble for my only friend, but he is a Burning Blade Master with a strong sense of honor. He, like me, does not want to see the clan fall. Most importantly, he and I both hope to maintain the current traditions of the Burning Blade Clan.

We do not seek power and strength, but focus on pursuing the ultimate in skills, and use our weapons to protect the interests of our people."

"Is it because of your background?"

On the other side, on the saddle of Leilan's Spirit Dragon, the assassin Garona, who was riding this ugly creature, suddenly asked:
"You're so protective of the Burning Blade Clan and want it to survive because only the Burning Blade Clan, with its unique traditions, would accept people like us, the Hav'olsen, right? You hope the Burning Blade Clan will continue to exist and eventually become a refuge for homeless orcs like you and me?"

"Humph, you grew up with your mother. Ms. Leland doted on you from the bottom of her heart, so you never experienced the other members of the tribe who had to suffer the cold shoulder and live a life of displacement since birth.

There are only a few of us, but each of us carries a heavy burden on our shoulders.”

Lantreso shook his head and said:
"That's right, Garona, I do have such selfish desires! I have gained status and recognition in the Burning Blade Clan through my own efforts. Although those orcs still slander me in private, at least on the surface I enjoy the same power as them.

The Burning Blade Clan doesn't care about background or bloodline. As long as you are willing to work hard and are not afraid of danger, our people will find a future in Halvalo!
Ner'zhul used this reason to convince me to join the Alliance of K'ure. Although I know that my actions will be denounced as treason by other clan members, I will never regret making such a decision. "

"But the Karabor Temple also has a sanctuary for orcs like you."

Yrel, who was riding on the same spirit dragon as Garona, couldn't help but say:
"The Council of Bishops once issued an order, willing to accept mixed-bloods like you into our society, but it is you who are unwilling to trust us."

"Heh, can one order change the current situation?"

Lantreso was unwilling to say too much on this issue. He just waved his hand and said:
If the world's problems could be solved so easily, there wouldn't be a war like this. We don't need privileges; we just need to be treated equally! Unfortunately, you're only willing to give us privileges, thus depriving us of the value of our existence and the meaning of our efforts.
Save it.

Not every weak person needs charity!
Okay, let’s stop talking about this.

We must hurry back to Garadar. Garrosh's three young men are evacuating the Warsong clan's vanguard from the surface. It may take them a day or two to reach a safe area, but with the assistance of your powerful shaman, they will be safe on the way.

So, focus on the present matter.

The Trial of Blade that Saint Diakum must undertake isn't just to earn the title of Swordmaster; it also means facing off against old Dal TripleBlade, the man who drank demonic blood. I know the Saint slew legendary warlocks like Cho'gall, but believe me, Dal, the Master Swordmaster, is on a completely different level from a scumbag like Cho'gall.

If you are not careful, you will die under the slash of the flaming blade.

Even your Holy Light was too late to save you."

"I'm mentally prepared."

Diakum nodded, and he accelerated through the air in the vehicle form of the Holy Steed. But soon, Yrel brought the Spirit Dragon closer to the Saint and whispered:
"Sage Vigilant, do you truly not need the Imperial Sacred Blade gifted to you by the Sorcerer-Chief? You are about to participate in the Blade Trial, but the Ashbringer in your hand has not yet been fully tempered. Wouldn't it be dangerous to challenge the legendary orc blade with such a weapon?
Or, would you like to exchange this sword for mine?"

As he spoke, Irel handed over the giant weapon box on his back, but Dick waved his hand and said:

"That Holy Sword of Goria is very powerful. It embodies the outstanding arcane power of the ogre wizards and is endowed with the blessing of the power of the earth. If it weren't for the involvement of the Alliance of K'ure and the World Artifact, Mar'gok would not have given me this holy sword that symbolizes the ogre kingship and heritage.

But I really don't use it.

For spellcasting I have my Malice of Kazzak, but for melee attacks Ashbringer suits my fighting style better.

You keep it, Yrel.

The three of you performed very well in the Battle of Highmaul this time. Lelan stayed in Highmaul to learn the arcane truth, and Nobundo received the recognition and blessing of the earth elemental lord. Only you are still empty-handed.

This holy blade is a reward for your actions.

As a magical holy sword, its inherent energy enhancement can also allow you to be strengthened by holy light spells in addition to combat. That is an advanced skill that you must seriously study in the next stage. An outstanding garrison officer must be able to coordinate spells in fierce battles.

If you cannot achieve this coordination, you will not be able to advance further on the path of the power of the Holy Light."

"I understand the logic, but this thing is too expensive."

Yirel threw the weapon box over with a helpless look on her face. She whispered:
"This is their holy sword. Although the Ogre Empire has fallen, the Burning Blade Saint also said that the Goria Holy Sword, the Power of Gorja, is still famous in history and is a true legendary weapon.

I'm just a rookie, and wielding such a famous blade is a stretch! I don't think I have the ability to protect it, and it will only draw unnecessary attention to me on the battlefield. I'll leave it with you for now."

Diakum couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the weapon box thrown at him.

Irel is good at everything: talent, courage, and excellent learning ability, but the only thing is that he has a bit of an inferiority complex that he can't adjust to in a short time.

Of course, it’s not Iriel’s fault for making a fuss. It’s mainly because the gift from the Wizard Leader was too hot to handle.

He opened the weapon box on the vehicle, and inside was one of Margok's personal weapons, an exaggerated ogre-style heavy sword.

It is called a holy sword, but in fact it looks like a beheading sword.

The sword body shaped from rock has an elegant curve, and there are notches on the blade that are left over from ancient wars. However, because it is a stone blade, these notches do not affect the destructive power of the weapon, but instead add to its "armor-piercing" power.

The broad sword body is covered with cracks filled with elemental power. The magma-like light wanders in the cracks, adding a sense of "brokenness" to the holy object. It looks very fragile, but in fact, this thing is the weapon of the first wizard leader of the Goria Empire. Countless wars over a thousand years have not broken it.

The back of the sword is shaped into a hilt wrapped in red steel, and there is also an exaggerated full-coverage spiked guard, which is full of the ogre's "violent aesthetics" style.

Diakum had noticed this holy sword when he first spoke with the Wizard Leader.

This thing is an "old acquaintance" of his. As an old ass, transmogrification is a must-try part of conquering the starry sea. The Holy Sword of Gorga Goliath has long been a regular on rankings such as the "Top 10 Two-handed Swords" due to its unique style and domineering appearance.

You know, considering the great lords' aesthetic tastes, which are so bizarre that the upper and lower limits are quite exaggerated and they can even create such a unique and cruel creature as the "glorious female orc", weapons that can be accepted by most people are definitely cool and powerful enough.

Unfortunately, because the weapon is dropped in the game, and the version of Highmaul is really bad, the quality of this thing is quite average. However, in reality, as a symbol of the royal power of the Ogre Empire, the Sword of Goria naturally cannot be just an ordinary epic item that is everywhere.

This thing is a genuine legendary weapon, although its attributes are indeed not that great:

[Weapon Name: Power of Gorga - Holy Sword of the Goria Empire

Weapon Type: Classic Ogre-style elemental vorpal sword

Weapon quality: Racial legendary weapon

Weapon Features: Indestructible, Excellent Armor Breaking, Spell Breaking Blade, Ogre Power
Weapon effects:

1. The Glory of Gaojia:

Whoever wields this sword will be granted the power of the Ogron.

The holder's endurance, strength, and physical defense attributes will be increased to the legendary medium level (if the holder's strength exceeds this level, it will be invalid), but the holder's forward speed will be as slow as that of the Ogron.

The holder's melee attacks will have the passive effect of [Crushing Strike].

The holder's jump will be granted the passive effect of [Earth Stomp].

The holder's spells will be given certain elemental enhancements.

When the holder uses this weapon to kill, a seismic wave will be released in all directions, applying [Stun] and [Entrap] effects to surrounding enemies.
2. Imperial Holy Sword:

Anyone holding this sword is like the Wizard King himself!

The holder will be given the honorary title of [Hand of the Gorian Empire]. All ogres who recognize the legacy of the Gorian Empire will unconditionally obey the holder's basic orders and be regarded as "servant" units.

However, if their lives are in danger, ogre servants may flee or rebel.

hint!

When the holder is weaker than the ogre servants or is weak, the ambitious ogre servants will more likely try to snatch the Imperial Sword.

Producer: Gao Jia, the first wizard leader of the Goria Empire

Item description:

There's a gap between legendary weapons. For example, if you took this crappy thing to challenge the original Ashbringer, you'd probably be slain by Old Fordring or Mograine. On a different note, any class artifact from Azeroth's warrior realm would put this thing to shame. It's called a 'racial legendary weapon' because it requires the added bonus of a 'racial legend' to barely reach the level of a 'legendary weapon'.

Of course, this broken thing is not without its advantages.

In the eyes of the Transformer, this thing is a symbol of character!

Since we're talking about transmogrification, when will Diao Ge give us a glorious transmogrification set to refresh our eyes? Please, this is a once-in-a-lifetime request.

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"Alas, it looks just as good as I remembered, but it's not practical. It's just for show."

Dick stroked the cool weapon, sighed, then closed the box and tossed it back to Yrel.

Facing the recruits' shock, he waved his hands and said:

"After I complete the trial of Old Dal, the Ashbringer will also complete the final tempering in the Blessed Land of Draenor, and then I will have my own legendary weapon.

Yrel, this is your weapon, use it to achieve great things!
If you feel you don't deserve it, then work hard to make yourself worthy. Of course, as the old saying goes, if you can only become a legend when you hold a legendary weapon, then maybe you shouldn't have it in the first place. "

After saying this, the Sentinel closed his eyes and entered into a meditation on the Holy Light, no longer paying attention to Irel scratching his head due to the heavy pressure.

By the way, this thing can only be maintained with one hand in the hands of an ogre like Mar'gok, but with Yrel's size, she has to use this holy sword as a two-handed heavy sword, and the garrison officer profession just happens to have "heavy weapon mastery".

For her, who is still a little distance away from the legendary level, this wave is indeed a step up.

The group traveled quickly in a flying vehicle and arrived at Garadar in the afternoon of the same day. They were so exhausted that they had just landed and didn't even have time to drink a sip of water when they saw Ner'zhul striding towards them, surrounded by several shamans.

"Hurry! There's no time to rest, something big has happened in Halvalo!"

The old shaman didn't even have time to explain before dragging Diakum onto a ground vehicle and heading towards the Burning Blade Clan's holy land northeast of the Nagrand Steppes.

Ner'zhul called upon the wind element to speed up the group. In the gust of wind, he said to Diak'um:
"Old Dal has convinced the radical Burning Blade elders to hold a blood-drinking ceremony in the Holy Land of Flame in Havalor!

Gaiaan has tried her best to stop it, but she and the Burning Blade Shamans who did not support the war were captured on charges of 'betraying the tribe'. Just now, a shaman apprentice from the Burning Blade clan risked his life to come out and pass on the information to us.

The Burning Blade Clan is about to fall!

Havalo has closed the gate and no longer allows outsiders to approach. Now it is no longer possible to follow the normal trial process."

"But the Blade Trial is the foundation of the Burning Blade Clan!"

Lantresor Fireblade roared:
"Even if they choose to fall, they must never abandon this tradition. Without the Trial of the Blade, how will the Burning Blade Clan select new members and warriors?

Is Dahl crazy?
What kind of magic potion did Chief Blackhand pour into him that made the old swordsman, who had been a hero all his life, throw away all his glory at this moment?

"He is indeed crazy. He is no longer the orc warrior I remember who would sacrifice everything for honor and tradition."

Ner'zhul sighed and said:

"Another piece of news is about you, Lantresor. Your title of Sword Saint has been revoked! Just this morning, the Burning Blade elders agreed to the revocation request made by Gao En Bladefury.

The reason is that you are not a pure orc.

According to Warchief Blackhand's war orders, not only are you no longer eligible to use the title of 'Swordmaster,' you will also be eliminated by the Horde warriors as a vassal of the Draenei. They have given you an option to restore your honor: you must kill at least ten Draenei to prove your 'loyalty.'

"what?!"

If the previous news only made Lantresor angry, then this news was like a bolt of lightning hitting Lantresor's forehead, making the orc swordsman riding a wolf a little at a loss for a moment.

But then blood shot out of his eyes, making his breathing heavy and angry.

"How dare they. How could they do this!"

There was blood at the corner of Lantreso's mouth because he tried his best to control his emotions but still bit his lip.

For a swordsman who pursues "fatal calmness", such uncontrolled emotions are obviously inappropriate, but everyone around, including Garona, can understand Lantresor's grief and anger at this time.

Even though they had not spent much time with this orc swordmaster, they could all feel Lantresor's sincere support and protection for the Burning Blade Clan. He regarded the title of Swordmaster that he had obtained through his hard work as the proudest merit and achievement of his life, and conscientiously fulfilled the duties that a Burning Blade Swordmaster should assume.

He regards it as a kind of honor that demonstrates "self-worth" and "meaning of existence", and even hopes to use himself as an example to inspire other anonymous and lonely Havard Olsen to join the Burning Blade Clan to seek the meaning of life.

But now, all his pride, merits and achievements were taken away because of an extremely stupid order.

He is no longer the respected Burning Blade Master.

It's not because he did something wrong, not because his skills have declined fatally, and not because he is not competent enough, but because he has half the blood of the Draenei flowing in his body.

This is not even something he can decide, nor can he change it through his own efforts.

Others only felt pity and empathy, but Garona truly felt the same way at this moment, not only because she and Lantresor had the same background, but also because the miserable life of Lantresor at this moment was the life she would have had if she had not met Leilan.

These stupid prejudices may seem trivial to some, but they are as heavy as Mount Tai to others.

"What are you going to do!"

The moment the Sword Master urged his wolf to charge out, Diakum reached out and pressed on his shoulder, fixing both him and the wolf under his crotch in place.

The saint said in a deep voice:
"Halvalo has been completely fortified. Going there alone would be a death sentence! Besides, you're not the one participating in the Blade Trial today, so it's not your turn to lead the charge."

"Forget about that trial, alien saint."

Lantreso said hoarsely:
"They took away my glory, I will take it back, this is my business!"

"But you are half Draenei, you are also a child of Argus. I have sworn an oath to protect every son of Argus, to prevent you from being corrupted by darkness and to prevent you from suffering the malice of fate.

So, this is my thing, too.”

The Vigilant said:

"Your glory isn't so easily taken away. If you truly regard it as your life, if it becomes the blade of your faith, if it becomes your code of conduct and your life's doctrine, then no one can take away your glory except yourself!

All you lost was the nickname of 'Sword Saint' from others, but to me, that was more like a shackle.

Lantresor Burning Blade.

You have spent the first half of your life trying to win recognition and respect from others. Now, perhaps you should think seriously about what kind of career is worth your lifelong pursuit?
My advice is, forget about the Fire Blade!
It’s not that they expelled you, but that a place that no longer has glory is no longer qualified to bind you!

You are not the first sword master I have met, but I hope that you can be like my outstanding disciple Telamon, in the name of great deeds, with the passion to change the stars, and embark on the road to glory that truly belongs to you.

If you still need a home, the Hand of Argus Legion stands ready to welcome you."

"But I'm just a Hav Olsen."

Lantresor tightened the reins and said:
"I am neither an orc nor a draenei."

"No, you are both an orc and a draenei! Only you can decide where your future will go, and your destiny can only be held in your own hands!"

Dick waved his hand, letting go of the Burning Blade Master. He then moved his shoulders to urge his mount to speed up and gallop towards Halvalor. He turned to Yrel beside him and said:
"If they are willing to accept my trial, then let's treat it as a trial! If the Burning Blade Clan has decided to abandon all nobleness and allow themselves to degenerate into destroyers, if they insist on treating this as a war, then I am their worst enemy!

Yrel, I appoint you as my assault lieutenant!
Grab your weapons, put on your armor, inspire your holy light, and follow me onto the battlefield."

"What about me? Saint Diakham."

Garona, riding on her wolf, whispered:

"I'm also eager to move my hands and feet, especially since I know there must be members of the Shadow Council there. I know hatred is not a virtue of the Holy Light, but..."

"Then you will be my 'temporary judge', Garona."

Diakum waved his hand and said:
"I have handed the Assassin's Court to Nairi for command. My own Inquisition has not yet been fully formed, but I believe that you will become the most vigilant and fair Inquisitor in the shadow of the Draenei clan.

Today, all the filthy lives contaminated by demons in the Holy Land of Havalo are your targets for elimination!

Don't worry about whether the holy light will shine on you, child. When we put on the cloak of darkness, we can still protect the light without distraction. "

"Something like this was sent by your people a while ago, Diakam."

Ner'zhul took a gem box and a folded black wolfskin cloak from the Galadar shaman next to him, handed them to Dick, and said:

"They say this is the 'Vigilant's Codex' crafted specifically for you by His Majesty, the Guardian Narukara. It's a covenant made for heroes. And this cloak is a marching cloak made specifically for you by the master leatherworker of Garadar using the Destroyer's Tail sent by the Krokuun Legion. It represents the respect the Garadar orcs have for you!

As the war is about to begin, accept our kindness and wear it with pride!

"thank you."

Diakum waved his black cloak and tied it to his armor, then took out the Holy Covenant of Light and fastened it to his armor with an iron chain. The Holy Covenant was still blank, and Diakum needed to write his own Holy Light doctrine by hand.

When the holy contract is fully written, it will naturally become a holy object of light that belongs exclusively to the sentinel.

His image at this moment was infinitely close to his former fighting posture as the "Great Lord", which made him seem to have regained his former "invincible mind".

Haha, just the Burning Blade Clan.

For today's Sentinels, this is no longer an invincible enemy.

He worked so hard to advance the Alliance of K'ure to this point, not to let these corrupt villains seize the initiative. The peace and future of this world are protected by me!

Want to trample on order brutally?
very good!

Come on, let’s get past the Sentinel first.

(End of this chapter)