Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 135:34. Why are you, a foreign demigod, meddling in Draenor's internal affairs? [715]

(Additional update for brother “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” [7/15])
"You will not return to Talador alone, Vigilante."

At the approaching dawn of Sethekk Valley, Reshad, the loyal priest of the god Ansu, carried his huge scroll on his back and promised the Vigilant, who had just completed the epic of purifying the demigod:

"My god has sent down an oracle at Veil Skettis, the closest to Talador. The Cult of the Midnight Crowmen has already crossed the mountains between the two places and entered your territory. His Majesty Terokk has also personally mobilized a group of brave Claw Guards to return with you.

The support from the sky and the earth is only the first batch of reinforcements from Tongtian Peak.

In fact, croak, I, a humble man, have been personally appointed by His Majesty Terokk as the Night Patriarch of the Order of the Raven Claw, commanding the armies of Skettis to support the glorious city of Shattrath."

"And I, the Sentinel, have also been given a mission by my father. I will lead the Claw Guards to support our allies and protect the Sun God's sky for you."

Princess Lacey said to the Sentinel a little embarrassedly:

"The reason I didn't tell you this right away was because of my father's will. He wanted to see how far the unity of the K'ure Alliance could go for its allies.

This was necessary prudence on the part of the king.

But after seeing you purify the Millennium Cursed for us, I know that the Crow People owe you too much. We should no longer doubt the Guardian Covenant that you personally called upon to form. Please also forgive the concealment of Lord Reshad and I. "

"What kind of concealment is this?"

Dick smiled and waved his hand.
"Compared to the garrison commander I once served, who was so cautious that he couldn't even blink, His Majesty Terok's political tactics are relatively mild. Moreover, given the current situation on Tongtian Peak, the King of Claws can't be too cautious.

With your support, the war in Shattrath will surely proceed more smoothly, and those swaggering Dragonroar orcs and their flying dragons will no longer be a problem."

"Two-headed flying dragon?"

Princess Lacey played with her wing blade and commented with some disdain:

"Before the wings of the Arakkoa, no other creature in Draenor has the qualifications to roam the skies!

Well, we Arakkoa have been isolated on the world of Draenor for too long, led by the Apocrypha of the Sun, so long ago that even the ogres have forgotten the scorching blade of the Solar Empire, but it is time.

It is time for this continent to remember its forgotten fears, that the eye of the heavens watches over them in every cold wind that blows!"

"Well, your speech is truly inspiring, but with all due respect, at this moment of resistance against a common enemy, it would be best for the Crow People to conceal their unbridled desire for conquest."

Diakum gently reminded:

"The Arakkoa have been isolated for too long, but the outside world has changed dramatically."

"Please don't pay attention to these overly exaggerated remarks, Princess. I have reminded you before, and your Naaru also said that life after the Lightforge will have a period of 'frenzy'. Quack, this is normal."

The scroll-keeper, Reshad, whispered:
"But King Claw and Princess Lacey are both first-rate wielders of the Crow People. They will quickly suppress this undue enthusiasm. However, there is one more thing I would like to ask for your permission, Vigilant."

The Ravenclaw Priest glanced at Eredas who was meditating not far away and whispered:

"We hope that this outstanding priest who debated with the sun priests for seven days and nights on Skyreach Peak will participate in the re-editing of the solar scriptures. If he is willing, the King of Claws will grant Mr. Eredas the title of 'Honorary Sun Sage'. Perhaps he will re-deconstruct the teachings of the sun god for us.

This is also the future that I, Shen Ansu, hope to see.

I believe that Mr. Eredas's seven days of suffering at Skyreach have proven that he is by no means a fanatic. He has enough wisdom to help the Crow People reshape our correct belief in the Sun God. Of course, this also means that there will be a group of Sun Apprentices who will follow Mr. Eredas to form a new, correct and rational Sun Cult.

You are the combat mentor of this outstanding young man, so before I ask for his opinion, I must get your approval. Qua, please believe us, we also hope that under his guidance, the Yangyan Crow People can quickly get rid of the barbaric customs accumulated over the past thousand years.

They are not beasts!

They should not live like wild animals."

At this point, Reshad lowered his voice. This scroll collector, undoubtedly possessing Draenor's top wisdom, said:

"More importantly, I just witnessed Mr. Eredas's dual choices between light and shadow. This means that he can not only lead the Sun Sages, but also perfectly integrate into the big family of the Raven Claw Priests.

This is an opportunity. Perhaps under the leadership of Lord Eredas, who is a fusion of light and shadow, we, the Crowmen, can rebuild the ancient traditions of the dual sects of 'Anhar of the Blazing Sun' and 'Carax of the Shadow'.

In this age, the ancient wisdom that remained of the Solar Empire has been forgotten.

But they should not be forgotten!

In fact, if Mr. Eredas is willing, my god Ansu will personally cast the [Midnight Blessing] on him to strengthen his control over the path of shadow magic.

Well, he is truly a treasure bestowed upon the Crow People by fate."

"Then go ahead."

Diakum waved his hand without hesitation and said:
"The fate of Eredas should be in his own hands. I also believe that the god Ansu can help my child forge that artifact of light and shadow, which requires a clever mind and extremely high forging attainments.

It just so happens that the arakkoa are better at this than the draenei, who are skilled in jewelry making but not very talented in blacksmithing."

"Of course, quack, of course. Just consider the Staff of Light and Shadow as a kind gift from the Arakkoa to the Draenei. Well, I'm sure the fame of these twin staffs of blessing and curse will eventually resound throughout Draenor."

Reshad let out the sinister laugh that was unique to the Midnight Raven Man, making this guy look like a villain.

When it and Princess Lacey left to find Eredas and prepare for him to "join the group", Irel hurried over. The new soldier leaned on his severely melted crystal hammer and said to Diakum:
"Saint, Garona asked you to come over. She said she stumbled upon a 'strange creature' while releasing the Khajiit sacrifices captured by the false King of the Claw. She also said that considering your intention to unite all races across Draenor, the Saberfang Khajiit scattered across the continent might be new members of the Alliance of K'ure."

Although those barbaric guys have never established dynasties like the Crowmen and Ogres in their history, they do have a long history and are active in various parts of the continent in clans like the Orcs.

Although it is not a group advantage, the strength of a tiger man can easily kill an orc alone.
These guys are like a symbol of the power of the Draenor wilderness, the only problem is that they are too brutal."

Irel complained:

"We were once robbed by tiger bandits in Anboli Village. Those guys, in groups of three or five, dared to rob a merchant caravan. They were extremely bold, and there were witch doctors and priests among them."

"Saber-fanged Tigerman? I'd forgotten about this supporting character who's always been on the sidelines of Draenor's stage."

Diakum raised his eyebrows, thinking that Garona was indeed the ace assassin carefully trained by Gul'dan. His granddaughter was not only outstanding in combat, but also well-taught in strategic thinking by Lelan.

However, before going to check on the strange tiger man, Diakum took a look at the strange-shaped purple crystal hammer in Yrel's hand. He sighed and said:
"Is your Holy Light also showing signs of melting weapons?"

"Well, it was fine before, but ever since I started learning your powerful 'Holy Slash' charging technique, this gem hammer has been breaking easily."

Yrel looked at the broken hammer in his hand and sighed.
"This is the third warhammer I've broken. It was lent to me by Maraad. With the holy power explosion brought about by His Majesty K'ure's blessing, I've already mastered the ultimate skill of Holy Light Explosion.

But that thing is so destructive to weapons. If this continues, I will have to spend all my money to prepare weapons.

Alas, I still owe Samara quite a few coppers."

"Then let's solve the problem once and for all."

Dick reminded Irel:
"In order to win over Eredar, the Crowmen promised to use the power of the god Ansu to forge the Holy Staff of Blessing for him. Their ability to create Sunfire Gold, a unique steel that is as strong as Celestial Gold, proves that they are very talented in forging.

You gave your crystal shard to Reshad and asked them to help you forge a weapon.

With legendary materials like the Naaru Fragment and the blessing of Anzu's divine power, at least a legendary weapon can be forged. Alas, that's not right! Don't you have the Holy Sword of Goria given by the Ogre?
Why don’t you use that thing?”

"Aww, the Ogre Holy Sword will reduce my movement speed."

Irel shook his head and said:
"Although its power has been enhanced and its appearance is quite imposing, it's still too dangerous to run or jump in close combat. It's really only suitable for ogres, so I plan to find an opportunity to give the holy sword away.

Besides, I will soon own a true Lightforged legendary blade. Who would still want the ogre's holy relic?

I intend to follow your choice and forge an Ashbringer for myself based on your holy sword. However, at this point, the crystals in Maraad and Nobundo's hands show no signs of purification.

But Nobundo said he already had an idea. He will complete his crystal purification when he goes to the Throne of Elements to forge the artifact for the Alliance of K'ure. Maraad seems to have not found a way yet.

"No, he is the most determined, Yrel."

Dick explained:
"Your Naaru crystals rely on external forces for purification, but Maraad is determined to polish the crystals with his own holy light. That was his firm determination during the Shadow Trial of Anzu, and he regarded it as his own holy light trial.

Haven't you noticed that Maraad has made rapid progress these past few days, and his Holy Light concentration is even more exaggerated than yours?"

"I discovered that, but I thought it was just his talent."

Yrel asked curiously:

"Was Maraad's self-sacrifice truly such a generous response from the Light?"

"Yes, the Light is a very spiritual force, Yrel."

Diakum used a series of examples to explain to his apprentice, and reminded him:

"Your current increase in strength is largely due to the blessing from His Majesty K'ure and your own terrifying talent, but your progress in firm resolve and morality is far inferior to Maraad's. You should learn from him.

Your talent will determine your lower limit on the Path of Holy Light.

But if you want to break through your own limits and wield the Blade of Holy Light to change your fate, then you must learn to use morality and faith to continuously bless yourself with the power of light."

"Well, as you taught me, I will seek instruction from Maraad."

Irel nodded seriously, then said goodbye to the saint and ran to Princess Lacey, intending to ask for a favor and ask the Crow Man to help him forge a holy blade of his own as soon as possible.

The Crow People are indeed talented in this area.

Just the few Sunfire Gold Rings that have now been sent back to Shattrath City by Neri and Jura can show their superb skills in forging metals with the fire of the sun. Not to mention the sturdy, light and strong gorgeous light armor worn by the Claw Guards, as well as the crow claw wing blades they use.

To be honest, these weapons and protective gear would be considered "ritual objects" by other races, but the Crow People are able to forge these gorgeous things into something that is both sacred and practical.

Although these races in Draenor each have their own shortcomings, their respective racial talents are really exaggerated. A small world also has its advantages. If there really is such a thing as world will, then it is obvious that the will of Draenor distributes talents to every child quite evenly.

With such emotion, Dick came to the edge of the Setek Valley.

It was already dawn.

After the shockwaves created by the collision of Diak'um and the Sun God's flames last night tore through the gloomy clouds, today's dawn was undoubtedly a glorious one. For the first time, this millennia-cursed land welcomed sunlight, sweeping away the lingering chill. Needless to say, the sight of those beams of light filtering through the gaps in the clouds and landing on the cursed blood pool was truly divinely artistic.

"The Saint is this tiger man!"

Garona was sitting on a rock counting her "trophies" at the moment. When she saw Dick coming over, she quickly stood up and introduced the strange tiger man to him.

In her hand she held a large stack of blood-stained scales of Sethe, and the bag behind her was also filled with half a bag of "good stuff". Her knowledgeable sage grandfather said that if these demigod scales were used properly, they could be used to make quite good assassin's protective gear for herself, even reaching the legendary level.

Garona would definitely not let go of these good things. It just so happened that the servants of the false King of the Claw had almost plundered all the Corrupted Scales in the Spires of Arak for evil purposes. Now these good things naturally belonged to her.

This is normal loot collection. Besides, there is a saying in their "Assassin's World" that "a thief never leaves empty-handed."

As for the tiger man picked out by Garona
You might say it's "strange", but from the outside it's not strange at all, it has the appearance of an ordinary tiger-man, a humanoid creature, covered with tiger-like colorful hair and rare golden shades, a thick tail that swings back and forth, and recurved hind legs that can move as flexibly as a human, with cat-like claws hidden in the pads, but with five fingers it can use various tools.

There is a tiger's head on its head, just like the "Tiger Vanguard" who is learning the art of transformation. He has not yet learned the complete transformation, but already has some human qualities.

Tiger people always look a little silly because of their faces, but you can't underestimate these guys because of this.

Although the Saber-fanged Tigers have not yet established their own dynasty and civilization, their populations occupy the mountains and rule as warlords of various clans. They are professional robbers on the continent of Draenor, just like the ogres.

But the tiger people do have a very clear sense of territory. According to the observation records of the Draenei rangers, there is only one large tiger tribe on each piece of land.

In other words, there are also tiger "city-states" in several territories of the continent of Draenor, but these guys are not very good at diplomacy. They rely more on their innate strong physique to compete for territory with monsters from all over Draenor.

Tragically, the Khajiit tribe of Shadowmoon Valley once attempted to plunder the Temple of Karabor.
Uh, they're gone now.

However, the Bloodmane Tigermen in the Arak Peaks are very powerful. They occupy a huge valley not far from the Skyreach Peak, called Bloodmane Valley. When the Crowmen were in decline, the Tigermen warlords there even tried to collect 10,000 gorgeous feathers of high-level Crowmen as a symbol of their military power.

Then they unfortunately encountered the Claw King Terok, who had just ascended the throne and was in urgent need of merit to prove himself.
As the most wise and powerful monarch in the history of the Crowmen, Terokk swept through the Bloodmane Valley alone in just a few days and nights without the Claw Guards. The arrogant Khajiit warlord was beheaded by the Claw King, but Terokk did not exterminate the Khajiits. Instead, he kindly allowed them to continue to reproduce in the Bloodmane Valley.

Anyway, the Crow People only yearn for the sky, and they have no interest in ruling over terrestrial creatures.

It could be said that the King of Claws' majesty was built on the bloody history of the Blood Mane Tiger People, but these guys really deserved a beating. The Crow People were living well on Tongtian Peak, so why were you hunting them for no reason? It's not like you need a bite of meat.
"You're from Bloodmane Valley?"

Diakum looked up and down at the tortured tiger man before him. Garona must have a reason for saying this guy was strange, so the saint asked in Orcish:
"What unique ability do you have that would make my picky granddaughter look at you differently?"

"Uh, a powerful saint."

This tiger man had witnessed the entire process of Diakam purifying the cursed Sete in the cage where he was waiting to die. Although tiger men are barbaric, they worship strength, so it behaved quite well in front of Diakam, just like a "Haki tiger".

While wagging his tail nervously, he said cautiously:
"I am actually the chieftain of Bloodmane Valley. Uh, don't look at me as weak, but I am the smartest among my tribe. I inherited the ancient name of 'Kalash', and that is also my name. I am 'Kalash' Goldenmane. (Ps1)

The reason I have to see you is not only to thank you for saving my life, but also because I have a secret to tell you.

When I was captured, I saw a group of orc warlocks talking to the false king of the claw.

Shadow Sage Iskar of the Claw Court brought a group of arakkoa warlocks to join the orcs and followed them away, so the powerful you did not actually completely destroy the Claw Court of that damn thing Aegis.

They have killed many of my people, and Khajiit believe in blood revenge, so if you wish, my hunters and I will be happy to track down the fallen arakkoa and execute them for you."

"It's not for me personally. The Alliance of K'ure welcomes all sons of Draenor who are committed to protecting Draenor. The Khajiit are also part of Draenor. If you are willing to contribute to peace, then I absolutely welcome you."

Diakum said to the tiger chieftain in a gentle tone:

"You don't have to worry about your people being retaliated against by the Arakkoa. The Claw King has ascended the throne again, and he will treat all life in Spires of Arak equally."

"But that's what I'm afraid of!"

The Blood Mane Tiger Man, Karash Gold Mane, said in despair:

"My ancestor, the powerful and arrogant leader Kalash, was killed by Terok himself. I inherited his name, and perhaps that will be my fate as well.

The Crow People need prestige to demonstrate their military strength. Apart from the hydras in the swamps of this land, who else is more suitable than us Tiger People to be their sacrifice to show off their military strength?
I want to take my people and migrate to Talador. We have dealt with one of your travelers before. The lady named 'Lelan' welcomed us very much and said that the Draenei welcome all races that are oriented to the light. "

"I'm truly impressed by Leland's outstanding diplomatic talent. How is it that she can make friends with everyone?"

Dick complained harshly.

Garona next to her also nodded vigorously. She grew up with Leilan and was indeed shocked by her mother's incredible talent.

But just when Diakum and this "Haki Tiger" agreed to welcome them to settle in Talado, perhaps in order to show his usefulness, the tiger man revealed another "big news".

"There's more than just the Eye of Ansu in this forest, Saint."

Haki Tiger Golden Mane swung his tail suspiciously and said to the sentinel:

"I can feel a pair of eyes watching you nearby. This is not nonsense! We, the Bloodmane Tigers, have lived in the Spires of Arak since the days of the Sun Empire. We have been dealing with the crows of Ansu for years and are very sensitive to the sights of those flying high in the sky.

I can assure you with my head that there is not a single raven flying in the shadows that does not belong to the flock of the god Ansu!

In last night's battle, that feeling became more and more obvious.
It's right here!

It was just staring at us, hiding in the darkness.”

"Ok?"

Diakum narrowed his eyes, looked around, and whispered to Kalash:
"When that strange 'bird sense' of yours shows up again, show me the way!"

"Oh, okay."

As the best hunter, Haki Tiger Karash immediately understood what the saint was planning to do. To be honest, as a native of the Alanka Peaks, the Bloodmane Chief was also very curious about what kind of strange raven dared to infiltrate his crow flock under Old Ansu's nose.

You know, Ansu is not a kind god!
Although it took good care of the Crow People, to other creatures in the Peaks and Forests, Anzu was no different from a moody evil god.

Diakum took Garona and Kalash to his new recruits. He seemed calm, but in fact he was secretly gathering strength with a crystal dagger in his hand. He waited for a long time but there was no news from the tiger man. Even Garona began to doubt whether this Haki tiger was making up stories to show its usefulness.

But just as Garona was about to stand up, Kalash suddenly jumped up and pointed to a forest behind him, screaming:
"Right there! The raven with the purple eyes! That's it!"

"Swish"

Diakum turned around and threw out a flying knife that had been charged to the extreme. Using the perfect throwing technique, he made the crystal flying knife fly out of his palm. The moment it left Dick's fingers, it was melted by the highly compressed holy power.

Almost a sharp light flew towards the location indicated by the tiger man.

Dick knew who it was!
Therefore, he didn't even think that this attack could hit the opponent. He just wanted to use this method to tell the "foreign visitor" not to get involved in the confrontation between the Alliance of K'ure and the War Tribe!

"boom"

The shining flying knife pierced the dark trees high up in the forest. The impact point released a scorching holy halo like a solar flare, nearly incinerating the entire tree. However, as Diakum and the others watched, the scorching holy light failed to harm the person behind it. Instead, it reflected the sudden rise of the violet mana shield, shooting the dangerous light and heat into the air.

The dazzling energy aftermath washed over the entire area, but amidst the shattered light, only a raven wrapped in purple light spots was leisurely flying high, not harmed at all by the sentinel's full-strength attack.

Even the act of leaving seemed relaxed and comfortable.

"Ansu, are you really going to allow it to use your name to deceive people?"

Diakum questioned this in his mind. After several seconds, Old Ansu's helpless voice slowly rang out:

"So what if I'm not allowed? I can't afford to offend this 'guest'. The children called me 'Midnight Crow God' just for fun, but the 'god' hidden in him is the real deal.

I didn't dare to provoke him, or even tell him about my discovery. I could only do what he told me in the dream. I had no choice but to do so.

If the 'true god' in his body gets angry, the world will be destroyed in an instant.

Now you know why I forged that blackmail letter and asked you to come to Fenglin?

Haha, I was also a victim in this matter, and even had to teach him the secret of the more perfect 'raven form'. He told me in a mysterious way that he could learn the fate of Rukhma from you.

It turned out that he was not lying.

So who is that?

Diakme, do you know him?"

"I don't know him yet, but I may know him soon."

The Sentinel reached out and took the raven feather wrapped in purple light that Garona had picked up from under the burnt tree, and held it in front of his eyes to examine it carefully.

他 说:

"Ah, this is probably the Dark Titan I once met on Argus greeting me. Being remembered by 'that lord' is really keeping me awake."

"beep"

Just as this "encounter" that shocked everyone was over, the Arkonite crystal that Maraad was carrying suddenly rang. The garrison officer picked it up and interpreted the message. The next moment, he jumped up and shouted to Diakum:

"Oh no, Saint! Grom Hellscream led his troops to conquer Tuurem, and Archon Hatun was wounded by him. The War Horde army tried to besiege Shattrath but was repelled. The brutal orc chieftain took advantage of the chaos to capture a group of his people.

He threatens Archon Velen or you with the lives of his people, to have a Mak'gora with him outside Shattrath! He is trying to behead our leader and break our morale in this way!

"So, a legendary warrior who embraced the fel energy is openly bullying Velen, the Holy Priest? This is what he calls 'glory'? Why doesn't he find a similarly large fellow to compete with?"

Diakum put the crow feather back into his bag. When he turned back, his face was covered with frost. He said:
"Let's go! Let's see for ourselves just how powerful Grom Hellscream is after drinking the demon blood."

Ps1:

I know that Goldmane can't speak and is a poor mute. The "Karash Goldmane" here is actually a mixed image of several tiger followers in the Draenor version, in order to better bring the Saberfang Tiger Man into the story.

By the way, when the Warlords of Draenor version was previewed, Blizzard vowed that the Saberfang Tiger people would have a very cool exclusive plot, and there were also exclusive plots for the Ogre Continent and Farahlon in the same version. In the end, they were all cut, leaving only the guide Laohou who frequently exploded classics.
Alas, such a creative version main line is really wasted. It is said that the plot of World of Warcraft is getting worse and worse. The stories of several versions are empty and boring. The root of danger was actually planted in the version of Warlords of Draenor.

Otherwise, why do they say that promises of profit are detrimental?

Right, unlike me, if I say I will update more chapters for my brothers, I will definitely update more chapters!
(End of this chapter)