Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 118:17. Either let it be buried in old age, or let it rise from the ashes and shine brightly
The flying head fell into the boiling magma, and then the body covered with battle scars fell down.

It was in this holy land, guarded by the Burning Blade Clan since its founding, that the legendary orc, Old Dahl Triple Bloodblade, chose his final resting place. He did not even leave a last word, nor did he intend to have his body, contaminated by demonic blood, buried in the traditional orcish manner.

Perhaps he thought that was also a blasphemy against tradition.

He no longer wanted to desecrate the traditions and morals that he had guarded his entire life.

But Diakum saw clearly that when the head was submerged in the magma, there was no despair or pain on the old sword master's face. On the contrary, at the moment he was beheaded by the Ashbringer, his face was full of relief and calmness.

The high-temperature flaming blade Sanksu was inserted into the black stone sword stand at the edge of the magma. That was the last action of the old swordsman before his death.

His opponent stood by the lava where he died, knelt on one knee and inserted his gauntlet into the lava, allowing the purifying holy light to merge into this sacred elemental land and prevent the demonic blood in Old Dal's body from polluting the holy land of Havalo.

He had not forgotten the tragedy that occurred on the battlefield of Krokuun, when Kazzak's death poured his demonic blood into the magma beneath the land of Argus.

Although Old Dal's life level and his evil blessing are completely incomparable to the great devil, since he has decided to keep the holy land of Havalo, the necessary purification must be completed.

Diakum leaned on Ashbringer in his left hand. This holy blade forged by holy light and tempered by self-belief was completely completed.

Its appearance has also changed slightly due to this sword trial and holy flame quenching. Its main shape is no different from the original brutal single-blade, but a small "reverse blade" is formed in front of the blade, giving it a very good armor-piercing effect.

The celestial gold that was re-melted by the holy flame was added to the back of the silver-gray blade in a "covering" manner, creating a thick layer of golden decoration, just like putting a golden "armor" on the sword. This changed the center of gravity of the weapon, causing it to lose its piercing power but double the destructive power of chopping.

The groove at the front end of the blade is still there, but the Kara crystal shaped into the shape of the Eredar holy emblem has completely lost its substance under the melting of the white holy flame, and transformed into a ball of golden light floating above the groove.

It continuously emits light and heat, illuminating the sacred inscriptions on the weapon. Every few seconds, a layer of golden glow rises and dissipates around the blade.

This adds a more "sacred" and "inviolable" sense of power to the tempered weapon.

The golden holy light visible to the naked eye surrounded the front end and the entire blade of the silver-gray sword like an eternal enchantment, gathering a sharper "light blade" outside the steel blade.

The crystal-cast hilt and sword guard were also completely shaped in the boiling flames.

Diakum was a "nostalgic" garrison commander, so he didn't change the shape of the Ashbringer's iconic holy pattern sword guard too much. However, the secondary melting of celestial gold gave the crystal-forged hilt a solid metal outer layer.

This greatly reduces the "artistic element" of the sword, making it a truly supreme weapon for fighting on the battlefield.

After purifying the holy land's magma, Diakum stood up. He stroked the Ashbringer in his hand, feeling the sacred blade's joyful ecstasy. The pulsating runes in his eyes converged on the weapon's faceplate.
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Weapon Name: Ashbringer Lightforged Justice
Weapon type: Arathor Empire style classic two-handed sword
Weapon quality: Force artifact

Weapon traits: Shining Edge, Burning Purification, Path of Ashes, Excellent Growth

Weapon effects:

1. Path of the Ashbringer:
This weapon was forged from the wrath of Holy Light and the morality of Diak'um. The sacred fragments from Narukala endowed it with outstanding and perfect conduction of radiant energy, and the ashen will infused into it by the Vigilantes made it more than ordinary.

All attacks launched with this weapon will be accompanied by the Holy Ash Flame, which is a passive effect that damages the enemy and does not require the holder to actively activate it.

When using this weapon in battle, the Sword Saint's Radiant Rune will continuously accumulate holy power. After the rune is fully lit, the weapon will enhance the next Holy Storm combat skill released. The enhanced Holy Storm will be released in the form of holy power echoes, simultaneously in the four directions of the sword holder and will continue to advance with a devastating attitude until the holy power is exhausted.

This weapon inherits Diakum's legendary talent [Ashebringer].

Killing negative energy creatures (Fel Embers, Void Minions, Death Warriors) with this weapon will passively trigger Ash Cleansing, burning away their filth and purifying the remains of negative energy.

Killing a demon with this weapon completely eliminates the possibility of the demon returning to the Twisting Nether to be resurrected.

This weapon inherits Diakum's legendary talent [Brilliant Dawn].

When using this weapon in battle, you can continuously accumulate holy power. When the holy power gathers to a scorching heat, it will trigger an additional divinity, the Holy Slash, in battle, causing a massive holy shock to all surrounding enemies.

2. Echoes of Ashes:

This weapon is forged from the Holy Light of Diakum. The Sentinel's faith and unique understanding of the Holy Light are both embodied in the Holy Blade, giving it a unique "energy resonance" characteristic.

When other walkers of the Holy Light touch this weapon, they will be able to experience the Vigilant's faith in the Holy Light and learn all the Vigilant's combat skills with a proficiency of [Perfection] or above.

hint!

The Holy Light doctrine of the Vigilants is slightly different from the current Holy Light doctrine of the Draenei, so it is not recommended for beginners of the Holy Light doctrine to understand the Holy Light doctrine in this way.

caveat!

When learning the Sentinels' combat skills through Echoes of Ashes, the aspirant will undergo a spiritual battle with the Sentinels. This process may pose a harsh challenge to the aspirant's will, so it is not recommended for recruits who have not yet forged the moral integrity of the Holy Light to learn combat skills in this way.

3. Lightforged Desire:
Ashbringer is a Force weapon. This unique artifact will undergo profound changes in appearance and power as its holder travels deeper into the Force realm. As a Force artifact, Ashbringer has not yet completed its own continuous light forging.

But as Diakum Zastins's understanding of the Holy Light's morality gradually deepens, this weapon will gradually grow until it is finally completed as the 'Ultimate Light Forge'.

caveat!

Force artifacts are very sensitive to changes in the Force power of their holders, and will take on different appearances and characteristics as the holder's will changes.

Do not use the Ashbringer in combat while its owner is in Dark Archon form, lest the Force artifact become tainted by the Void.

Producer: Diakum Zastins, the Vigilant

Item description:

[Alas, old Fordring trained hard day after day for the enlightenment in his destiny, and did not dare to slack off for a moment, but was taken advantage of by the foreign Draenei monk. It is really hard to accept.

But considering that if you had worked harder, maybe old Fording could have lived a peaceful and happy life with a wife and children earlier, and lived out his unremembered but happy life as a country noble, it is actually difficult to say whether it is a good thing or a bad thing for this artifact to belong to you.

Let me tell you a secret. I've always believed that when old Fordring died alone on the Broken Shore, the revolving lantern he saw before his death was unlikely to include his glorious military exploits.

Maybe old Fording has already "died"
When he experienced the destruction of his family and the death of his beloved son because of his insistence on morality, and witnessed his eldest son die under the paranoid holy light, the soul and will of 'Tirion Fordring' were shattered, and what was reborn in that body was a "Light-forged Saint" who had abandoned all selfish desires.

His name was indeed still Fording.

But is that really still the old man Tirion Fordring, the "Eighth Lord of Lordaeron" who can taste the bitter taste of maggots and make weird food reviews?
Oh, I doubt it.

In addition, if you have not forgotten the tragic life of the first holder of this sword, his last identity before his death, and the Scarlet Crusade that had already shown signs of "fanaticism" under his leadership, then you should know that holding this sword will only bring "bad luck" to you and those around you!
So, you better be careful!
Now that you have taken what I consider the "Glorious Cursed Sword," you must endure the same fateful trials! I'm not trying to scare you, but if you're not careful, you'll end up following the same path as old Fordring and Mograine.

But this isn't a bad thing. After all, we Eredar have our own 'Old Buddha'. We Eredar are truly awesome!

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"You're the Eighth Brother, your whole family is Eighth Brother! Did Old Buddha want to eat maggots? He's a lonely old man living alone in a ruined place reborn from a natural disaster. If he doesn't eat that stuff, does he want to taste disgusting rotten meat?"

Even though Diakum had just gone through a solemn sword trial, he was still a little upset by this damn item description.

He realized that no matter who was "posting the barrage", this guy did have a strange ability to ruin the atmosphere in any situation. Most importantly, he would express his "concern" for Diakme in a tactful way in this damn comment.

For example, taking the transformation of old Fording as an example, it reminds Diakum to be careful of the "Call of Light".

Indeed, from the perspective of some conspiracy theories, although the changes in old Fordring's life in the second half of his life were glorious and great, they were also undeniably filled with a sense of fatalistic tragedy of "sacrifice", especially his outstanding record of defeating the Lich King three times and his sloppy sacrifice of dying on the Broken Shore. The contrast between the two always gives people a feeling that "the Holy Light deliberately targets death."

It seems that because the death frenzy that the Lich King set off in Azeroth was too outrageous, the Holy Light chose a "saint" to defeat him as destined. After old Fordring completed his mission, it was time for him to exit.

No one really thinks that the power of the Doom Lord Krosus is stronger than the Lich King on the top of Icecrown Glacier, right?
Therefore, it seems more reasonable to explain all this from the perspective of the "Force War".

"Thank you for your reminder."

Diakum said this in his heart, turned around and put the Ashbringer back into the weapon slot of the Augure treasure chest.

He turned and looked at the two witnesses to the final moments of this trial of the blade.

Samuro was half-kneeling beside the lava to mourn the death of the old chief, while Lantresor seemed much more indifferent. This orc who had experienced an "identity war" today threw the head of Gorn Bladefury in his hand into the lava and spat in disdain.

To be honest, this action is somewhat disrespectful to the deceased.

But considering the terrible thing that Lantreso had just experienced, even the most harsh person could not say that he had gone too far.

"Mother Gaiaan has led those Burning Blade warriors who didn't drink blood out of the cave. Your Spirit of Light is still patrolling below, slaying those hidden fallen dogs. The Burning Blade Clan was lucky to have escaped complete corruption."

Lantreso leaned on the flaming sword in his hand.

This was not the Sword Saint Blade he had before, but the Master Craftsman Blade belonging to Gao En Bladefury.

The orc had evidently taken it as his own trophy, and his original sword was returned to its scabbard and slung across his back where the battle standard had once been.

He witnessed the skillful confrontation between Diakam and Old Dar, and saluted Diakam with the etiquette of a sword master, saying goodbye:

"I once thought this place could become a home for wanderers like me, but I obviously underestimated the importance the orcs place on racial purity. Since the Burning Blade Clan won't accept me, I should learn to leave obediently.

Things are over here, please allow me to say goodbye to you, saint.

I will consider your previous invitation, but I may need a long journey to calm my mind recently."

"Well, no matter where you are, I am sure that the sword in your hand will be unsheathed to fight against all injustice and evil. You may not want to participate in the war between the War Tribe and the Alliance of K'ure, but the demons are about to attack, and then the world will need the sharp blade in your hand!"

Diakum said to the orc in front of him:

"I hope to see you standing on the same battlefield with me in that war."

"I will never miss this glorious invitation."

Lantresor made a promise to Diakum, then he looked at Samuro, his only friend in the Burning Blade Clan, and said:
"You'll stay in Havalo, won't you?"

"Yes, I will stay here, my friend." Samuro looked at the broken Sword Master's Blade in his hand. He sighed and took the sword left by Old Dal.

He stood up with the help of the weapon, and picked up the clan flag that the old chief had taken down before the fatal fight. Looking at the battle-scarred symbol of the Fire Blade, he stroked the black spots on the flag and finally handed this thing that could be called the "Fire Blade Relic" to Lantreso.

The latter looked at him in surprise, shook his head and said:
"No! I will no longer carry this flag and fight for its moral cause."

"But you will always be the Blademaster of the Burning Blade, Lantresor. No one will deny that."

Samuro said seriously:
"You can erase the Fire Blade emblem from the battle flag, you can write other symbols on it, or you can burn it somewhere. I'm not giving it to you to invite you to stay in Halvalo.

I know the hostility of this place has deeply hurt you, and you wanted to make it your home, but it ultimately didn't accept you.

I just hope you take it with you and don't forget where you came from.

If one day you find your true home, this battle flag will remind you of the suffering you have endured, allowing you to manage and protect your home in a more rational way.

There may not be many orcs like you in this world, but your people will need your leadership and protection.

You are the most powerful among them, and that is your duty and mission.

Build your clan, Lantresor!"

The brown-skinned young swordsman Samuro said in a deep voice:
"Just like Lord Leolox founded Mok'Nathal, they are half-bloods like you, and their origins are even more humble than yours, but so what? To this day, the fame of the Battle of Blood River still flows through the legends of Draenor, and no one dares to underestimate the power of Mok'Nathal.

You call yourself a homeless lone wolf, so why don't you use your strength to build a warm little home that belongs only to you for other people like you?

If you end up with nowhere to go, come back!

Halvalo will always hold you in his arms. We have made a mistake once, and I will not allow our clan to suffer the same tragedy again."

"Haha, you're so arrogant!"

Lantreso sneered and said:
"Don't forget, Old Dahl has a daughter, Azuka Bladefury, whose talent is almost the same as yours. She also drank the blood of the devil and stayed with the elite Fire Blade in Blackhand's war army.

If word gets out about what happened in Halvalo, the Swordswoman will never allow the Burning Blade's sacred relic, the Flaming Blade, to fall into your hands.

She is not a fool like her two ambitious brothers. If the Burning Blade Clan did not have the tradition of female chieftains, with her talent and strength, no one in the entire clan could compete with her for the position of chieftain.

However, can the now-fragmented Burning Blade Clan truly withstand her destructive onslaught?
Don't expect my clan to accept you, a bunch of homeless and weak warriors."

He said this, and took the battle flag from Samuro under Diakum's gentle smile. He glanced at the flaming blade stuck in the magma black stone, and as he turned to leave, he said:

"Don't keep it in your hands, Samuro, you can't protect it now!

Neither the war-obsessed Blackhand nor the shadowy Gul'dan will give up on seizing this legendary blade to strengthen their legitimacy. This thing will bring disaster to you and your people unless you can possess the reputation and power of Old Dal overnight.

Goodbye, my friend.

If the distant wind carries the news of your death in battle, even if it takes thousands of miles, my sword and I will avenge you!"

"Goodbye, Lantresor."

Samuro whispered:

"Goodbye, my brother, I hope you can find your home."

The Sword Master wanted to leave, and no one could stop him. Lantresor took a few steps and disappeared in the shadow of the Wind Step, leaving only the Diakum Saint and the next young chief of the Fire Blade Clan in the depths of the cave.

"If you need help."

The Vigilant said:

"To Shattrath City!
My father Hatton will leave a separate refuge for you. The Draenei city welcomes all homeless people, and Mother Gaiaan will also bring the orcs of Garadar there when necessary.

Halvalor is very close to Shattrath, so don't hesitate at the critical moment.

I know you have mixed emotions right now, but Samuro, from my perspective as a foreigner, what you did today is completely worthy of old Dal's earnest expectations. In fact, when he finally made up his mind to die to wash away the shame, he had already confirmed that you would inherit the position of chief.

Don't feel too guilty about it.

After all, your old chieftain took the wrong path in order to protect the people, just like another leader of our Eredar. I still like to call him the 'Commander-in-Chief' and I don't think that his turning to the evil energy can be called 'corruption'.

Without his sacrifice, my people and I would not be alive today!
However, this heavy sacrifice and belief in protection must be inherited by you."

"Well, thank you for your teachings, and thank you for not indiscriminately killing all my people today. It turns out that the Draenei's Holy Light does have a merciful side."

Samuro tried hard to stand up straight in front of the alien saint. Diakum nodded, exerted some healing power on Samuro, and told him to rest well in the next few days and not to be too sad before leaving.

But when he walked out of the cave, he heard Samuro's voice behind him:

"You have passed the Blade Trial. Although I know that you don't need the title of 'Sword Saint' to promote your military prowess, the tradition of the Burning Blade Clan is here. Every warrior who obtains the title of 'Sword Saint' will receive a sword forged by the Burning Blade Clan's shamans and blacksmiths.

It’s part of the tradition, it’s even the very foundation of the tradition.”

"But I have forged my own Holy Light Blade in your holy land."

Diakum turned around and said with a smile:
"I have completed the tradition of the Fire Blade. Besides, you are wrong. No matter what race a man is, no matter what age he is, he cannot refuse the honor of bearing the title of 'Sword Saint'.

I am very honored to be a foreign swordsman recognized by the Burning Blade Clan!
It would be great if you could accept more Draenei or foreigners to come to your place for the Trial of the Blade in the future.

I personally admire the Burning Blade's philosophy of protection. If this philosophy, which transcends narrow racial boundaries, can be carried forward, the world of Draenor will benefit from it. You are already the chieftain, Samuro. You should open up new interpretations of ancient traditions."

"But you forged that sword yourself. The Burning Blade Clan cannot lose its courtesy because of this. This is also a way to maintain tradition."

As he spoke, Samuro walked to the hot black stone at the edge of the lava, reached out and pulled out the flaming blade that old Dal had left there before he died.

His fingers slid across the rough but sharp black stone blade, feeling the power of this legendary blade. After a moment's silence, Samuro raised his hand and threw the divine weapon passed down from generation to generation by the Fire Blade Clan.

"Swish"

Diakum reached out and took it in his hand.

He looked at Samuro in confusion. The latter was leaning on Old Dal's old sword. He closed his eyes and explained softly:
"Lantresso is the most outstanding tactician I have ever met. His warning was correct. As long as I am not strong enough to protect the inheritance, the Flame Blade remaining in Halvalor will only bring disaster to us.

You admitted that you are a member of the Burning Blade Clan. You are the most powerful swordsman of the Burning Blade Clan currently and even in history!
It is natural that you should hold and protect our common sacred object."

"But this is a legendary weapon that occupies a glorious chapter in your orcish history. Its significance goes beyond being just a weapon."

Diakham said:
"Do you know what it means when you give it to me?"

"I know, and I am willing to bear all the consequences of this decision."

Samuro said firmly:
"Protecting my people is my top priority. No matter how glorious that weapon is, it is only a symbol of the past. Moreover, one day, when I have perfected my skills, I will personally take the Flame Blade back from you in the same way you challenged the old chief today.

Please consider this a request and a pledge from the Burning Blade clan.

If our entire clan is ultimately destroyed, please hand over the Flaming Blade to Lantresor. To be honest, if it weren't for his half-orc identity, his outstanding tactical thinking would make him more suitable to lead the Burning Blade Clan than me.

I'm just a warrior!
I am only fit to be a warrior, but Lantresor would have made an outstanding chieftain and leader. It's a pity he's not an orc or a draenei."

"No, he is both an orc and a draenei."

Diakum smiled, looking at the simple orc-style black stone war blade in his hand, and nodded.

"I will fulfill this promise, but I won't take your legendary weapon for nothing. Since I'm only holding it temporarily, I'll leave you an equal gift. Then! I hope that next time we meet, you can exchange it for a better sword that matches your skills."

The saint threw something out, and Samuro caught it in his hand.

After Diakum left the cave with the Flame Blade, the young orc sat cross-legged on the ground in loss and helplessness and opened the gem box, and then he was shocked to find an irregular dark crystal inside.

This startled him so much that he stood up suddenly.

As a sword master who was extremely knowledgeable about weapons, Samuro could tell at a glance that this dark, cold crystal came from the same source as the crystal on the Holy Light Blade sword forged by the Sentinel himself.

The two differ only in the power they contain, but both are equally pure and powerful.

In other words, the Vigilante gifted the Burning Blade clan with a material that could be used to forge a legendary weapon, or even a divine artifact.
No, Samuro could feel that this was a "personal gift" specially given to him, just like a "red envelope" given by an elder to a younger generation who performed well.

Samuro stretched out his hand to touch the dark crystal, but the moment he made contact, his finger was "bitten" by the dark crystal. The scar left on his fingertip made him more aware of the powerful force contained in this thing.

If he wants to use this precious crystal to forge a knife, he must first find a way to dispel the dark power within it.

"Does he mean to let me use this crystal to forge a sword of my own? Yes."

Samuro closed the gem box and placed it close to his body in his protective gear. He glanced at the empty black stone sword stand behind him and thought to himself:

"If I were to retrieve the Flame Blade in the future, how could I possibly withstand the attack of the Ashbringer in the hands of the Vigilant without a powerful weapon? Perhaps the Draenei wanted to use the process of forging the blade to give me a chance and reason to reunite my people.

Ugh.
Old Chief, no wonder you were willing to die at the hands of such a foreigner.

He is a warrior, yet when he wields the flaming blade, he shows no trace of greed, only pure admiration. Does this light-shaped saint truly have no selfish desires at all?"

Ps:

Thanks to my brother "叠甲丨过" for the additional chapter. I currently owe 130+5 chapters. Believe in yourself, you will definitely be able to pay it back! This is what I told (urged) and (slept) myself on the road.

(End of this chapter)