Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 122:21 The Crowmen intend to burn old Velen's only son to death? No, have they always b

Chapter 122 21. The Crowmen planned to burn old Velen's only son to death? No, haven't they always been so brave?

"Warriors of the Dragonmaw Clan, burn the blueskins! For the Horde!"

Wild roars accompanied by the roars of two-headed dragons rang out above the harbor of Shattrath City. With the Dragonmaw Clan's battle flag flying, the warriors riding their fierce mounts fearlessly chased and fought with the Draenei air cavalry that rose into the air before them.

The orcs' flying dragons have two heads, are larger in size, and are ferocious and aggressive. The Draenei only have flying units like the Spirit Dragon, which have the same sharp teeth and claws. They are not good at close combat but can breathe air at a distance, so they can barely deal with them in the air.

As for the flying ray
Well, this thing doesn't even have claws, and its only way of attack is to spit weak acid. They are small in size and are real "air camels". At most, they can be regarded as "ornamental Pokémon" and can only be used to carry air cavalry for flight and vigilance.

It is absolutely wishful thinking to think of using the flying manta to engage in a dog fight with the orcs' two-headed dragon.

Therefore, the orcs often have an overwhelming advantage in air battles between the two sides, forcing the Draenei air cavalry to rely on the Arkonite Crystal Tower in Shattrath City for defensive operations, but the orcs of the Dragon Roar Clan are not fools.

They quickly measured the maximum range of these dangerous energy towers, and then unscrupulously harassed the Draenei city outside the range of "anti-aircraft weapons".

Although the current war tribe is not as exaggerated as the "Iron Horde" in another timeline to be equipped with hot weapons, there are many warlocks in the Dragonmaw Clan who can throw spells from the air to the ground and even summon hellfire raids.

Even if it did not cause massive casualties, such frequent harassment still made Shattrath City's defense general TiLSlan very angry.

The thousand-year veteran who had participated in the decisive Battle of Argus was now standing on the defense platform of the port with a grim face. He didn't even need a telescope to see the orcs' two-headed dragon falling from the sky in a cool spin. Before the Arkonite Crystal Tower shot out lightning, the ferocious beast first spewed out flames, causing chaos on a ship that was originally transporting arms.

In addition to the crystal towers, Shattrath City also has city defense cannons, but the problem is that using them to "shoot down airplanes" is a bit...
"General, be careful!"

Just as TiLSlan was observing the battlefield and trying to find the weakness of the Dragon Roar Orcs, a warning came from the sky.

Amid the screams of the Manta Knight, two Hellfire meteorites fell from the sky and hit the observation platform where the general was. Although they failed to hit the target, two dark green Hellfire giants rose from the ground with a violent explosion.

The moment the ferocious demon construct appeared, it raised its claws and tried to cause a massacre, but then a crystal-forged spear was thrown out in the flying rubble and hit the molten core of the Hellfire in front of it. The burst of holy light knocked one Hellfire down in an instant. The dusty defensive general jumped out with a roar, grabbed the shield beside him and smashed it hard on the burning head of another Hellfire.

He is a veteran who has fought in the Battle of Antoran and the Battle of Mac'Aree!

Although he had missed the opportunity to join the glorious Hand of Argus Legion, he was very experienced in dealing with intimidating creatures like Hellfire. Seeing that two Hellfires failed to kill the blue-skinned defensive general, the Dragon Roar High Warlock Nekros Skullcrusher who attacked from the air was immediately disappointed, and cursed in his heart that none of these blue-skinned people who could hold high positions were simple!

The immortal species is really outrageous. Every warrior among them has ridiculously rich combat experience.

But the warlock knew that he could not stay here for long.

After all, this is the main city of the blue-skinned people. The limit for him to sneak over with the clan warriors and set fire to a few ships is just a "raid war" that comes and goes as fast as the wind.

Right now, the Great Chief is in the window period of sending reinforcements to Talador. After the ground cavalry was fiercely repelled by the Krokuun Legion, only air cavalry like himself can still gain the upper hand. The friction between the two sides has not officially escalated into a war. If he is caught by the blueskins at this time, it will not be so easy to escape.

As a high-level warlock who later did "big things" in the official history of the Dark Portal, Nekros Skullcrusher was vigilant enough. However, today was obviously not his lucky day.

When he was arrogantly escaping the pursuit of Shattrath City with the victorious Dragonmaw Cavalry, a sudden gunshot startled him. Then the huge and ferocious two-headed dragon under his crotch screamed and blood spurted out of its left eye.

The bullet shattered the dragon's head.

Fortunately, it has two heads and is well-trained, otherwise this raid would have caused it to crash.

The attacked high-level warlock pulled the reins and, relying on his years of experience in animal training and flying, made his mount circle in the air, seemingly to avoid the second attack of the dangerous hunter. However, when he readjusted the direction, what caught his eye was a ball of golden light rushing towards him rapidly from above the clouds.

Is that a two-headed flying dragon made of light?

What a strange thing! Is there such a thing in Draenor?
Before the answer to the question flashed through the sorcerer's mind, his eyes suddenly widened as if he had seen something incredible. He even rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not mistaken. Then, regardless of his identity and the danger of being at high altitude, he jumped off his saddle and jumped towards the sea below as if parachuting from a high altitude.

This reaction left the surrounding Dragon Roar Orcs confused, but a second later they knew why their commander-in-chief was doing this almost suicidal "performance art".

"boom"

The high-temperature condensed holy fire struck like a heavy punch, and in the swooping Diakum's expressionless blow, it hit the nearest two-headed dragon. As the dragon's head was ignited, a circle of scorching holy light burst out and spread outward, covering the two nearby dragons that were unable to be pulled up in time, along with the Dragonmaw Sky Knights behind them.

The scorching white holy flames burned the beasts, making them scream and howl, and the demon-blood orcs behind them were burned to death while screaming in the subsequent fall.

It’s like these extremely aggressive holy flames, they hate everything related to evil energy.

"Naili! Kill them all, don't let any of them escape!"

Having completed a triple kill, Diakum piloted his sacred vehicle and dived towards the sea to chase the fleeing governor, while shouting to the archbishop who was flying down on a spirit dragon behind him.

Archbishop Naili did not respond, but the continuous sound of gunfire in the air and the excited roar of the spirit dragon "Shining" indicated that an unexpected hunt had begun in this port.

Um, as for why Diak'um, who returned to Shattrath City a few days ago to assist in its defense, would appear with Nari at this time.
how?

Can't the Vigilante Saint, who works so hard for the people, enjoy some rare private time with his girlfriend? Can the hero and the Archbishop also have a date and some sex in between saving the world?
Regardless of Archbishop Naili's current condition, judging from the huge waves splashed by the Sentinel riding the Lightforged Dragon into the sea outside the port, he may not have had enough fun in the previous "battle", so he was even angry when chasing the unfortunate Orc Warlord.

At this time, the high-level warlock Nekros Skullcrusher, who was desperately escaping to the coastline with his excellent swimming skills, noticed the deadly movement behind him.

He looked back and saw the terrifying Draenei giant chasing him with a shining giant sword. The scorching holy light of the Sun Herald came into contact with the surrounding sea water and even burned out high-temperature steam, making Diak'um, the "number one enemy" of the Shadow Council, attack like he was riding a cloud flying close to the sea surface.

This scene made the high-level warlock scared. How could that outrageous bastard be so fast in the water?
Do not!
wrong!

It was his strange sacred war horse that turned into a "war turtle" made of holy light after entering the water.

It looks like a common sea turtle on the coast of Draenor. Its speed in the water is average, but it is definitely much faster than the orc warlock who relies on "Endless Breath" to paddle with his hands and legs.

What kind of amphibious intelligent vehicle is this!

How come you, a Draenei, are still cheating across versions?

"I recognize you!"

As Diak'um approached the warlock, he raised the Ashbringer and slashed at him, sending the Voidwalker summoned by Nekros back to its happy home in the Twisting Nether. Then he punched him with a Holy Slash, which exploded the warlock's Dark Resolve Shield and Magic Armor, and in the blazing explosion, he tore off Nekros' left arm.

Amidst the orc warlock's screams, he lifted him from the water by the neck. After looking him up and down several times, and making sure no one was willing to ruin his image, he let out a villainous laugh that should never have appeared on a Warrior of Light and said:

"Well, even though we haven't met yet, the Red Dragon Queen owes me a favor, don't you think? Dragon Rider Nekros Skullcrusher. If the Ruby Sanctuary doesn't give me a ten-ton medal, they'd be heartless."

"What? What Red Dragon Queen?"

The warlock yelled in fear and was about to beg for mercy when he saw a burning hand gently placed on his forehead. In his ears he could hear the perverted "hehehe" laughter of the guard, who seemed to have just picked up money and all his anger had gone away.

asshole!

Stop laughing like that! You, a saint, are making a blood magician like me feel nauseous. And you're going to wipe out the Soul Hall elders!

Looking at Nekros's terrified and bewildered expression, the Sentinel whispered softly, as if humming a lullaby:
"This is my little secret with fate. It doesn't matter if you don't understand it. Just pay attention in your next life."

"boom"

A few minutes later, when Diakum leisurely drove his "Holy Light War Turtle" back to the ruined port of Shattrath, he saw the disheveled TiLSlan standing there awkwardly.

"You're already a general! How come you still have this problem of being on the front lines? Do you know how much trouble it would cause to the city's defense if you were beheaded?"

The Sentinel looked at his former comrade and scolded him a few words. Then he stuffed a still-steaming skull of an orc warlock into his hand, patted his shoulder, and said:

"I've given you some vent. Take it back and keep it as a collection."

"Hey, I knew it. You're the one who's going to be the most important person when it comes to the scene!"

The thousand-year veteran laughed heartily and accepted the gift without any pretense. Then he saw Archbishop Naili also flying down on the spirit dragon. The city defense general immediately gave Commander Dick a knowing smile, then left with his hands behind his back, humming a folk song from his hometown.

"These Dragon Roar Orcs are too rampant!"

Nellie jumped off her mount and said to Dick:
"We need to find a way to supplement our severely inadequate air defenses. Alas, after the downing of the Genedar, we lost even the most basic aircraft."

"Well, it's not that there is no way."

Diakum, who had just returned to Shattrath City to assist in its defense the day before yesterday, rubbed his chin, looked towards the south, and said:
"It's a pity that the situation in Talador is changing so rapidly that I can't spare the time."

"Saint! Archbishop! Urgent news from Tuurem!"

As the two Legendaries spoke, a Ranger-class Manta Knight plummeted from the sky. Before she could even fully land, she reported to Diakum and Nari:
"The Great Prophet has just arrived at Tuurem with the Aldor priests. He has summoned you to go there immediately, saying he has a very personal matter to discuss with you. Also, the Great Prophet was ambushed by the Dragonmaw Clan on the way, but thanks to the timely response of Commander Jura stationed in Tuurem, the Prophet and the priests are safe.

However, Commander Yura lost contact with us during the pursuit!
The returning Spirit Dragon Riders reported that they saw Commander Jura disappear into the skies above the Gorgrond Wilds while chasing a wounded High Warlord of the Dragonmaw Clan.

"This Yura! He'll do anything reckless when he gets angry!"

Hearing that her adjutant had lost contact, Naili stamped her hooves in frustration, but she couldn't just ignore it, so she said to Diakum:
"Let's split up. You go meet Velen, and I'll go to where Jura disappeared. If she can really hunt down a high-ranking warlord of the Dragonmaw clan, it would be a great achievement."

"Don't say that. It's always a good thing for subordinates to be motivated."

Diakum patted Nari's slender waist, cast a bunch of strengthening spells on her, and watched Nari fly away from the battlefield on her spirit dragon "Shining".

He turned around and looked at the Flying Manta Knight who reported the news, and asked in a gentle tone:
"From what I know about Weiren, he rarely lets personal matters interfere with official business, but he's so anxious now. This must be a serious emergency, right? Can you tell me more?"

"Uh."

The Flying Ray Knight wearing the "Prophet Guard" emblem on his chest hesitated for a moment and whispered:
"This morning, when we were marching into the Talado area, someone delivered a 'ransom letter' to the Great Prophet. It's said to be related to the Prophet's son, and the ransom demanded was outrageous."

"What? Blackmailing our spiritual leader? So bold! What does he want?"

"Uh, you! They specifically asked for you in exchange." "?"

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The town of Tuurem, the largest Draenei settlement near Shattrath City.

It used to be a beautiful place with fertile wind and beautiful water, but after Talador entered a state of war, the residents here were relocated to the safer Sanctuary of Auchindoun and Telmor for refuge. It was officially established as a front-line command post by Archon Haton.

At this time, in the inn of Tuurem City, the prophet Old Velen, who had come all the way from Shadowmoon Valley to assist in the war, said to the laughing Diakum with an embarrassed look on his face:
"That's the situation. If this matter weren't so bizarre, Diakum, I would never interfere with your command of the war at this serious moment. But I need to confirm whether the high-ranking Crowman messenger who delivered the 'ransom letter' is telling the truth?

Was my child Eredars really captured at Skyreach?
Do you still want to accept the punishment of sunburn?"

The old prophet, who had inexplicably become a "kidnapping victim", asked with a puzzled look:

"But shouldn't Eredars be serving in Telmor's defenses? Why would he go to Spires of Arak?"

"That is my command, Prophet."

Diakum looked at the luxurious "ransom letter" in his hand, adorned with gold and gems. He stared at the "True Bird Language" on it and explained to the prophet:

"I have already reported to you via letter the establishment and current progress of the 'Alliance of K'ure'. In my plan, the arakkoa of Spires of Arak are also potential partners with 'united front value'.

While I was heading to Nagrand with three new recruits to participate in the affairs of Highmaul, I also sent the steady Maraad and the brave Eredars to Spires of Arak to gather intelligence.

If the orcs from the War Horde hadn't suddenly launched an attack, I should have gone to the Spires of Arak to join them when I resolved the civil strife among the Burning Blade Clan three days ago.

I acknowledge that the danger Eredar is now in is my own fault."

"I see."

The old prophet, having learned the whole story, twirled his majestic white beard and nodded. Upon hearing Dick's apology, he immediately shook his head and said:
“No, I don’t blame you, Diakham.

The diplomatic contributions you have made in the past period of time are witnessed by all of our people. The formation of the 'Alliance of K'ure' alone has gained valuable allies for the Draenei who are fighting alone, which has greatly improved the situation our people have to face in this world.

Although I personally don't have much affection for the Gorian Ogre Empire.

I still remember that when we first built the city of Shattrath, those ogres arrogantly tried to enslave our people, but were resolutely defeated by our hunting cavalry.

As for my son
Alas, Eredas has always been eager to emulate his elders and do great things. I can even guess that he actively seeks tasks in front of you, but it is obvious that he overestimates his diplomatic talents.

His recklessness in dealing with the Arakkoa has put him in a dangerous situation."

The old prophet closed his eyes slightly and said:
"Those arrogant high-ranking arakkoa are actually asking us Draenei believers of the Holy Light to submit to their 'Solar Spirit Doctrine' and demand you in exchange. This is simply blasphemy!

I don't know what they want from you, but I wouldn't trade a single recruit for a draenei saint!"

"I believe these Ankahar Sun Priests went to great lengths to deliver this ransom letter to you simply for show. If we fail to respond within the timeframe they demand, given the high-ranking arakkoa's known cruelty and barbarity, they will literally tie Eredas to the Sun Pillar and use their unique lenses to draw down the sun's fire and burn him to death."

Diakum put away the extremely arrogant "Tongtian Peak Decree" and said to Weiren:
"Please do not mentally weigh the value of your son against the current war situation. I will not allow you to make a cruel decision that will break your heart. The current war situation in the Talador region is not so bad that I must personally go to the front lines. The news of your arrival on the battlefield will surely boost the morale of the soldiers.

The warring tribes have not yet completed their reinforcements on the front lines, so I'll take this opportunity to go to the Spires of Arak in person, bring back Eredas, and complete the negotiations with the high-level arakkoa that I should have done in person.

That brave young man is not only your son, but also a new recruit of the Hand of Argus Legion, and I have a responsibility to him too!"

The Sentinel looked at Velen and could feel the old prophet's determination not to hand him over as a hostage.

This kind of protection from friends made Diakum feel a little warm. In order to dispel the old prophet's unnecessary concerns, Dick explained:

“This is also a necessary negotiation, Great Prophet!
The orcs currently have air superiority. Given our insufficient air cavalry, if we can get support from Skyreach, then with the arakkoa's power to control the skies, the threat posed by the Dragonmaw Clan to the Talador region can be eliminated in an instant."

"Indeed, having an ally who controls the skies is a great advantage in war. I agree with your strategic choice, but 'bravery'?
Do not!
I wouldn't use that word to describe Eredar.

Especially in this matter.

According to the description in the letter, it was he who first offended the gods of the Crowmen and thus attracted the Crowmen's encirclement. Although the words of those bandits, who were notorious in the world of Draenor, could not be fully trusted, knowing full well that the Crowmen were brutal, Eredas still chose to act rashly when carrying out his diplomatic mission.

well."

It was obvious that Old Weiren was also very angry about this sudden situation. He said with a hint of disappointment and anger:

"Eredas knew the dire situation we faced, yet he took such a risk despite his own inadequacy. This resulted in a situation where the commander of an important battlefield had to travel to a dangerous place to rescue him.

Diakme, you don't have to protect him just because he is my son!
This unique identity does not mean that he should receive more privileges that he does not deserve. He is also a member of the Draenei people. He should contribute to the people instead of becoming a burden to the people. "

If any other father had said this, Diakum would have definitely thought it was a cover-up to save face for his son, but when Viren said this, Dick absolutely believed that this was what he really meant.

If Eredas really died at the hands of the Crowmen this time, given old Velen's character, he would never blame Diak'em for it. He would just hide in the meditation room and cry secretly.

Alas, that's what nice people are like.

They always clearly distinguish between public and private, and will never let personal reasons affect the interests of the tribe. But then again, should good Draenei be pointed at by bad arakkoa?
It really gives them face!
"But this is clearly not the responsibility of the Eredas, Prophet. No, Velen, your strict requirements for your children are good, but you have overlooked one very important thing."

Dick decided to dispel Old Velen's "inner mental exhaustion". He pointed to the "Tongtian Peak Decree" beside him and said to the prophet:

"If it was just a common blackmail, why would the Crow People specifically point out our Faith in the Holy Light and their Solar Spirit doctrine in a letter that seems more like a provocation than a blackmail?"

The Sentinel knocked on the table and guessed:
"Even though Eredars was captured by the Crowmen and threatened with being burned to death by the Sun, based on our understanding of the Crowmen's barbaric nature, if Eredars hadn't been able to impress those arrogant Sun Priests in some way during the initial conversation, they would have thrown him to death the moment he was captured at Skyreach.

This is how the arakkoa treat their own people, and their cruelty, cold-bloodedness, and arrogance are known even to the most isolated orc swineherds in Draenor.

In other words, after being accidentally captured, Eredas embarked on a diplomatic or faith-based "adventure," which was at least partially successful, earning him a seven-day "reprieve."

Judging from this alone, Velen, your son is more remarkable than you think."

The old prophet fell into thought, but then he said:

"But there's no mention of Vindicator Maraad in this letter. If you ordered the two children to act together, it's impossible that only Eredas was captured. Therefore, I am worried that Maraad has encountered unexpected danger?"

"That's why I have to leave immediately."

Dick said:
"Malderan and his wife left two children to me. It is my responsibility to ensure their safety, so don't worry, Prophet. I will bring the two children back as soon as possible and win powerful allies for the Alliance of K'ure.

Also, while you are in Shattrath City encouraging the front lines, there is one more thing that you and Father Hatton must pay attention to."

He told the prophet about the "Forging World Artifact". The old prophet widened his eyes and said:

"That's fine. I admit that based on the Eredar's experience, if we can truly forge a divine artifact capable of protecting the world at this dangerous moment, it will surely allow the Alliance of K'ure to achieve true unity, and the Draenei will certainly do their utmost in this matter.

But with all due respect, Diakham.

Draenor is too small, and the power of this world is very limited. Are you sure you can forge a powerful world artifact?"

"It should have been this way, but fate has its own plans for this world. When you see those Titan-forged runes being polished by Father Hatton himself, you will realize that although Draenor is small, its potential is not weak."

Dick smiled and stood up to say goodbye to the prophet.

But Weiren handed him a folded paper and said:

“A few days ago, I made a prophecy about this war. You know, Diakum, my prophetic ability has not yet fully recovered, but this time I saw some strange visions in the prophecy.

I saw you enveloped in a unique light and shadow, and I copied that light and shadow onto this piece of paper."

"Hmm? About my prophecy?"

Dick raised an eyebrow.

Logically speaking, it should be difficult for him, the "Hand of Fate" chosen by the Holy Light, to be chosen by prophecy spells, but he believed that old Velen would not joke about prophecy.

So he took the paper, opened it with curiosity, and saw the hand-drawn patterns on the paper.

For a moment, surprise flashed in Diakum's eyes, and then his expression became subtle.

This change was captured by Velen.

He turned the purple gemstone rosary in his hand and asked:
"So, you recognize this emblem?"

"Yes, Prophet, another force has intervened in the war and changes on Draenor."

Dick stared at the drawing of a "raven" on the paper in his hand, flying in the light and shadow, and surrounded by starlight. He whispered:

"It seems fate is unwilling to be reversed. It has chosen a very troublesome individual as its 'sharp blade' for counterattack. Its blade is now pointed at me. It seems I have indeed provoked something dangerous."

He didn't tell the prophet that name, lest it affect Velen's foresight of the future. After all, the other party was also good at prophetic magic. No, that guy was good at all kinds of magic! So of course he was dangerous.

The Sentinel lit a ball of holy fire and burned the paper-drawn raven in his palm. He cursed in his heart:

"Medivh, the astronomical mage and last guardian of Azeroth, an unseen participant in the Draenor War, are you also interested in witnessing the fate of this world?"

(End of this chapter)

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