Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 13 13. Hey, Ake Da Mengde, eat my righteous poisonous flying knife teeth!

The assassination attempt by the prestigious Principal Archimonde failed.

It wasn't that his skills or methods were flawed; it was simply a matter of poor intelligence. After overlooking a critical issue, more serious problems followed. But now wasn't the time to discuss methods or address gaps. For the ambitious Archimonde himself, the most important thing right now was to survive.
Facing Sachir, who was firing at full power in the lecture hall and was constantly assisted by demons from the twisting void, it was indeed a very difficult challenge.

Although the master and disciple who had become enemies both possessed top spellcasting abilities in the world of Argus and profound research on the arcane, Archimonde was clearly far inferior to Thal'kiel in his study of the secondary profession of "Warlock".

The main reason was that as the principal of the Academy of Mysteries, he really couldn't, like the retired Sachir, openly draw on the knowledge bestowed by the evil energy to refine the power he desired.

Sachir knew all of Archimonde's moves, but facing the various strange spells that Sachir continued to cast with a leisurely manner, the principal found it difficult to even effectively resist, let alone fight back.

In the first ten seconds of the fight, Ak was affected by more than six major curses.

The sacrifice of sulfur and fire burned his flesh and blood, the chill brought by the corrosion was like drinking poisonous wine, causing unbearable pain in his internal organs, the weakness curse made him lose strength, and the language curse made Archimonde's tongue knotted, seriously slowing down the speed of chanting spells.

The most inconspicuous elemental curse was extremely deadly, temporarily sealing all the energy resistance of the arcane master, turning him into a true "glass cannon", allowing every shadow arrow to hit him with a crushing critical hit.

If the above are just weakening, then the doomsday curse imposed by Sachiel himself at the cost of crushing the demon skull artifact at hand is the real "lingchi".

That thing didn't cause any physical or mental harm, but it was a countdown that devoured vitality.

The demon's laughter, like the sound of a huge bell, echoed in Archimonde's heart. The sound was getting closer and closer with his weak resistance, as if a door to the twisting void was opening in his body.

Sachir used the power of evil energy to turn himself into a "living sacrifice"!
Once the countdown of the Doomsday Curse reaches zero, one's own life and flesh and blood will become bait to summon powerful demons. When the Doomsday Guardians guarding the Dark Titan in the Twisting Nether respond to the call, one's own life will come to the last moment.

Archimonde had seen the interpretation of this curse in the grimoire of the Awakener Cult, but even with his spellcasting talent, he could not transform the casting structure of this powerful curse into instant magic. However, in the hands of Sachir, releasing such a curse was as easy as swinging a stick to whip the wild dog beside him.

This is enough to prove that in this magical battle between masters, Sachir has elevated him to another realm through the infusion of fel energy and the blessing of the "Benefactor".

Perhaps his power at this moment is comparable to that of the legendary "Ancestral Wizard Augure".

After all, he had measured Sachir's head circumference with his own hands. This old man whom he had called "mentor" in the past few years did have the potential comparable to the First Wizard.

Sachir has fulfilled his "gift" in another, more extreme way.

"Your Majesty!"

Amidst the roar of Thal'kiel, the warlock master Man'ari, whose body was twisted, threw out a ball of fel energy with his once elegant posture. Archimonde, who was using the "ventriloquism" technique to freeze the surrounding demon servants under the effect of the terrible curse, was hit head-on.

His thick magic shield shattered into pieces, leaving him to endure the tremendous wrath of Sachir. Hit by the "Death Coil", he saw hallucinations at that moment.

He saw himself falling at Sachir's feet in a torn-to pieces posture, saw his skull being made into a magical instrument by this old madman and saw his flesh and blood being thrown into the sacrificial fire and becoming food that demons fought over.

He saw his soul being thrown into the black flames and burned for ten thousand years.

Most importantly, he saw his own failure!

My pursuit of power, ambition and strength will end tonight, and there is no way to resist the arrival of this moment.

"what!"

Archimonde knew that he was being dragged into the "fear" state that warlocks are best at. He knew that he had to get out of it immediately, otherwise he would become a lamb to be slaughtered.

So, he forced himself to stay awake for a moment in the pain brought by biting the tip of his tongue, then crushed the magic gem used to replenish his mana, called upon the energy of the arcane to add to his body, and in an instant, the pure and powerful mana surrounded him like lightning, injecting it into his weak body.

The enhancement brought by the arcane allowed the principal to escape from the embarrassment of fear. Proficient in the three phases of arcane, he broke through with precise flash and sent himself to the high platform on the second floor of the lecture hall, thus avoiding the bites of Sachir's demon servants on the ground.

But before he could catch his breath, the vast mass of shadows and darkness that filled the lecture hall seemed to be given life.

The moment Sachir raised his left hand like a war hammer and it fell, the animated shadows roared and hit the principal's body.

This attack of Dark Wrath was accurate and powerful, hitting Archimonde who was on flash cooldown.

He had no other choice but to use the shield he had erected to resist. However, the ice shield he activated hastily was torn apart in an instant, and Archimonde's body was also torn apart by the dark explosion.

Blood spurts!

It was like a bag full of water being crushed, with blood spurting out of the wound.

Amidst Archimonde's cries of pain as he was forced to kneel on one knee, the blood was not wasted. It was as if it was mobilized by an invisible hand and swirled around Archimonde. Under the manipulation of Sachir's amazing magic power, the vitality in it was squeezed out and transformed into fel energy, bringing another sign of disaster to Archimonde.

With this beacon, even if he was out of Thal'kiel's sight, the powerful and ruthless old warlock could accurately capture his position and cast one deadly warlock spell after another on Archimonde.

In fact, when the battle scene was portrayed as so one-sided, Archimonde had already discovered the cruel truth.

Sachiel, who had one foot in the "Ascension Demon", was fully capable of driving the demon to kill the traitor in a short time, but the old madman did not do so. He was like cutting meat with a knife, constantly bleeding Archimonde and inflicting pain on him.

He saw it as a form of punishment, a way of soothing the bitterness of loss in his heart.

It seems that my betrayal really hurt the old wizard's heart.
But making this clear is definitely good news for Archimonde.

Although Sachir's attack was fierce, he had completely lost the rationality of a spellcaster. Playing with prey is not a good habit, Lao Deng!

You taught me this.

Covered in blood, Archimonde endured the pain as if he was being cut into pieces. Although his study of the warlock's way was not as deep as Thal'kiel's, and the fel energy gifts he received were far less than those of the awakened ones who had openly "turned to the devil", Archimonde's way to where he is today was not simply due to his flattery.

He has his own talents and his own efforts. The practice he has done every day for the past thousand years has already given him his own unique logic and experience in casting spells.

Although he couldn't unleash the endless destruction granted by fel energy as freely as Thal'kiel, he did have his own understanding of fel energy, a special power that was completely different from the arcane.
"boom"

Under the command of Sachir, two sturdy fel lords who served as guards simultaneously threw heavy magic steel axes towards the high place where Archimonde was hiding. The flying blades hit the second-floor platform like heavy artillery, shattering the solid passage connecting it to the main body of the building.

As the rocks collapsed, Archimonde fell along with the platform under his feet.

He was about to use flash to move in the air, but Sachir raised his hand and hit him again with a Death Coil.

Although he applied mental protection this time to prevent himself from being dragged into fear, the impact of the fel energy still interfered with his spellcasting, causing the several arcane mirror images that Archimonde had just released to dissipate like bubbles. He had planned to retreat under the cover of the mirror images, but he was accurately caught out and fell to the ground dancing in the flames of the fel energy.

"hehe"

The old wizard threw away the ruby wand in his hand. He no longer needed this auxiliary object that once represented "wisdom".

He supported his hunched body due to a spinal mutation and limped forward. With a casual grab, the crystal magic blade that Archimonde had specially made to assassinate him was caught in Sachir's hand.

Under the protection of the powerful Fel Lord, Sachir walked slowly towards Archimonde, whose left leg was injured from a fall, holding a knife.

It's obvious what he wants to do.

"You once used eloquent words to praise my craniometry as comparable to that of the First Wizard, Augure. I know that wasn't meant as a compliment, but my disciple, I also know that your craniometry is just as perfect."

The evil fire burning in Sachir's eyes was like the ghost fire floating in the darkest cemetery. He said in a ghostly voice:
"I will bring your skull to the Benefactor. I will polish and carve it with the most perfect craftsmanship. I will let your head and your eyes accompany me forever in this dark age. I will take you across this starry sky where disaster is inevitable, and witness with you the final moment of the physical universe heading towards the end of fel energy.

Archimonde, my most proud disciple, my child
My son."

"No, please!"

Huddled among the rubble, Archimonde had never looked so desolate as he did now.

His injured leg made it difficult for him to get up, and the spellcasting tools in his hands were all destroyed in this short but fierce duel between master and apprentice. Only the ceremonial staff he used as the principal of the academy remained, but this staff of decree, which was shrouded in arcane light, could not help him resist Sachir's murderous intent.

He wailed:

"Give me another chance! Mentor, father! I was just blinded by power. Give me another chance."

"I've given you many chances, child. I even wanted to leave you all the dark glory of the future that the Benefactor promised."

Sachir commanded the Fel Lords to capture Archimonde. He said regretfully:
"But all of this is your own choice."

"Then. Then."

Archimonde seemed to lower his head in shame, and he seemed to no longer struggle.

Under the indifferent gazes of the high-ranking warlocks walking around the Land of Chaos, Archimonde struggled to stand up against a stone pillar, as if he had decided to face his fate.

But just as the Fel Lord approached, the spell that had been prepared for nearly half a minute was finally unleashed as the principal raised his head with a ferocious look.

"Then please die! I must live!"

Dark green fel energy burst out from his bloody fingertips, but it was not cast out in the overly rough casting method of the Fel Energy Way. Instead, it was restrained by Archimonde using his outstanding spellcasting attainments to transform it into an exquisite and deadly method of arcane magic.

The arcane runes that were wrapped around his arms and jumping out of control meant that Archimonde himself was unable to control this great spell well and needed to mobilize all the magic power in his body to suppress its out-of-control.

This is a unique use of evil energy that he has researched on his own, a unique magic that even Sachir has never seen.

The moment the beam of light, which even appeared black due to the extreme compression of the fel energy, burst out from Archimonde's fingertips, Sachir's eyes widened.

He fully felt the deadly aura of this spell. The coldness and roar of energy as if facing death made Sachir jump out in a posture that was inconsistent with his twisted body. He grabbed a high-level warlock who had not yet figured out the situation and turned him into a "human shield" to block in front of himself.

The black light hit the Fel Lord who was serving as a guard, and the latter fell down like a collapsed stone statue the moment he was hit.

But this is not over yet!
Just like the light encountered the first mirror and then underwent a delicate and deadly refraction, the black light jumped onto the high-level warlock in front of Sachir. The latter had no time to make a sound before his body and soul were shattered, and he didn't even have time to escape his soul into the soul stone. Then the dark light jumped again.

third, fourth, fifth
After the ninth victim was knocked down, the black beam, after being refracted many times, finally hit Sachiel, who had sacrificed his own demon guard to cast a magic blood shield on himself. The magic blood shield that could withstand multiple fatal attacks was shattered in an instant, and the black beam pierced Sachiel's heart like an arrow.

However, too many refractions have seriously damaged the destructive power of this spell, and Archimonde has not truly completed it. It is just a "half-finished product" of a perfect work.

"puff"

The stunned old wizard spat out hideous black blood from his mouth. His magic armor was shattered by this blow, and his whole body swayed like a leaf in the wind.

But he finally managed to hold on.

Perhaps it was the generous blessing bestowed by the Benefactor that gave him vitality far exceeding that of an ordinary Manari.

In short, when Archimonde saw Sachir leaning against the wall, raising his head and waving his hands to throw out fel energy to form a new fel energy vortex, he collapsed after having used up all his mana and energy to deliver the final blow.

He had used the most deadly spells he could, but he still couldn't defeat his ridiculously powerful mentor.

Fortunately, this great magic, which he privately named "Finger of Death", helped him clear away those obstructions. Then Archimonde looked at his mentor with a vicious look, turned around and limped out.

After taking a fatal blow, Sachir needed to rest, but when he saw Archimonde running away, he still tried his best to swing the Blade of Spellbreak in his hand and threw it at his disciple.

Don't think that all Eredar wizards are weak spellcasters. Their race has traditional "Jedni training", and all adult males are forced to participate. Just like gladiators, they fight with their upper bodies bare and the most ferocious Talbuk sheep, using their bodies and fists to collide and fight.

Men who grew up in this tradition are all skilled in archery and horse riding.

The thrown spell-breaking blade whizzed into Archimonde's back, only a finger's distance away from his neck, but ultimately missed.

Sachiel could only see his disciples screaming and crawling away from the area on all fours. He turned around and roared at the demon that jumped out of the fel vortex behind him:

"Find him! Catch him! Kill him! Bring me his head!"

"Ow"

What responded to Sachir was the ferocious roars of the violent demons, but Sachir himself did not chase after them.

On the one hand, the "traitor's" final counterattack was indeed fierce and sharp, which injured him. On the other hand, Sachir had already sensed the danger of the coup, so he had to advance this action in advance.

Fortunately, the awakened cult has been preparing for the coup for a long time.

They had already prepared everything. The ceremony for summoning the demon vanguard was under the lecture hall. It had been activated now, and they just had to go and preside over it.

On the other side, Archimonde fled from the main area of the lecture hall in a panic. He gasped and tried to reach out to pull out the Blade of Spellbreaker that was stuck in his back.

But the place where the thing had penetrated his flesh was too tricky, and it was difficult for him to remove it in his current state.

In addition, the roar of the demon was approaching, forcing Archimonde to muster up his strength and continue to flee forward like a lame Talbuk sheep. He saw his followers being hunted down by the warlocks of the Awakener Cult in all parts of the dark lecture hall, but he no longer had the time to maintain his image as an "excellent educator".

He must escape!
It’s not entirely a bad thing that I’m in such a miserable state. Although the assassination attempt on Sachir failed, the two archons will trust me more because of it.

The only regret is that I will not have the opportunity to inherit all of Sachir's reputation.

But it doesn't matter. No matter who kills Sachir, he will be the only candidate for the most outstanding spellcaster in the world of Argus.

The position of the Grand Archon, which symbolizes wisdom, still belongs to him.

It's just a matter of lurking and waiting.
But patience is a virtue, and that is what ambitious people have the most.

"Principal! How did you become like this?"

Just as Archimonde rushed out of the shaking passage, a surprised call came from the side. He looked back and saw the sisters Saloras and Oreses, whom he valued very much, running towards him.

Great.

My confidants are still there.

Archimonde breathed a sigh of relief and was about to call them to come and support him and pull out the Lawbreaker Blade that was stuck in his flesh and blood, but the next moment, he noticed the bloody magic sword in Saloras's hand.

That was the weapon of his most loyal servant, Galasum.
"traitor!"

Archimonde was instantly enraged.

He raised his fingers and squeezed out the last of his magic power, wanting to summon fire to burn the two little bitches to death in this desperate situation.

It's funny to say that the biggest traitor of the Mystery Academy did not hesitate to betray his mentor and "father", but when his students betrayed him, he wanted to eat their flesh and sleep on their skin.

As expected, Archimonde, who was determined to do great things, was nothing more than a hypocritical double standard person.

Seeing that they were exposed, the twins simply stopped pretending. They joined forces to smash fire and ice to force the weak Archimonde back into the dark passage.

The principal, who was as big as a giant, stepped back in frustration.

If it weren't for that Death Finger that drained all his energy and magic power, how could he not have been able to deal with two little bitches.

But just as he was struggling to hold up his shield and retreat against the barrage of fire and ice, a sharp pain suddenly erupted in his back, as if something had hit his flesh and blood and shattered it, inflicting the numbing power of a curse on him.

Archimonde, who was attacked from both sides, turned around and saw the "dead" Diakum Zastins blocking his retreat with an extremely righteous attitude, and the assassinating poisonous flying knives in his hands kept hitting him in the chest, waist and neck when he turned around.

This vicious thing shattered as it pierced into the body. The cold numbness made Archimonde unable to even control his body muscles. Under the continuous piercing of the poisonous flying knives, he finally collapsed to the ground.

Looking at Dick striding towards him, Archimonde, who was at his wit's end, finally understood all the causes and consequences at this moment.

Why did Thal'kiel suddenly know of his betrayal plan? Why did the twins sent to execute Dick defect in such a situation? And when he informed the two Archons at the Archon's Seat, that strange, subtle smile on Lord Commander Kil'jaeden's face was so difficult to suppress.
"So, you are the traitor. You are the poisonous snake!"

Archimonde groaned in pain and despair and said:
"But Diakme, why?"

"puff"

The cursed sword pierced Archimonde's heart head-on.

As Dick pressed down on the principal's shoulders and reached out to pull out the crystal blade that had been stuck in his back, the high-ranking garrison officer whispered,

"For Argus!"

"hypocritical."

"puff"

The crystal blade was swung high, and then chopped down fiercely under the gaze of the twins who had rushed over.

The principal's final insult was interrupted. Amidst the splattering of blood, Dick grabbed the blue head by the hair and lifted it up.

The sharp blade that was intended to be used to chop off Sachir's head finally fell on another person's neck with a sigh of fate.

Dick, who had been very serious tonight, finally had a smile on his face.

He threw away the shattered Blade of Spellbreaker in his hand. He admired the Skull of Archimonde with its eyes wide open, as if it were a supreme gift from fate. Then he turned to the twins and said:
"We won! Kids, we"

"boom"

A huge roar interrupted all of Dick's descriptions.

He could feel the destructive force erupting behind him, so he could only rush out and knock the twins to the ground, raising the shield that had activated the Arkonite crystal array to protect the three of them.

Amid the twins' screams, Dick saw the entire lecture hall crumble under the destruction of the dark green fel energy beams that erupted from underground.

Countless demons cheered and rushed out from the light column, and the winged bats screamed and pounced into the sky lit up by fel energy, as if the invasion of the Burning Legion had begun.

But then, Dick saw the demon bats scatter in fear.

A layer of golden scorching light exploded from the sky and spread downwards, blocking all demons from advancing outward like a wall of light.

"Did you hear that?"

In the lecture hall where rocks kept falling, he whispered to the twins under his protection:
"That Song"

"what?"

The twins heard nothing.

They looked at Commander Dick in horror and confusion, who held Archimonde's head and listened attentively.

He heard the familiar ethereal melody and said:

"It's the song of the Naaru, the song of the Holy Light. They are coming! The Holy Light has not given up on us!"

Ps:

Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve, and there will be two updates tomorrow to finish this story.

(End of this chapter)