Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 136:35 Seeing such a powerful battle, it is really worth dying for. [815]

Chapter 136 35. Seeing such a powerful battle, it is really worth dying for a return ticket.

(Additional update for brother “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” [8/15])
A small but intelligent black raven, acting as Anzu's "Stand User," fell from the wind and landed right on Diakum's shoulder armor. Then, the hopping creature spoke in human language and reported to the serious-looking Sentinel:

"The situation is not as bad as you think, Crook. Your people in Tuurem retreated on their own initiative. They discovered that the orcs of the Dragonmaw Clan sent the vanguard of the Warsong Clan to the inaccessible Zangara. Those cunning orcs established a base in the Spore Swamp at the junction of Nataran Jungle, Talador and Shadowmoon Valley.

That damn place had never been visited by anyone except ogres before. The orcs spent a lot of time clearing out the dangerous spores and swamp beasts there, but before they could launch a sneak attack, your people withdrew the outer warriors back to Shattrath City. With the help of that fierce Jaid, they even repelled the Warsong Wolf Riders and won a victory.

"But if the orcs take Zangara Valley, they can threaten both Talador and Shadowmoon Valley."

The entire terrain of Draenor was stored in Diakum's head. After a moment's thought, he said:
"So, they split up?"

"Yeah, quack, those guys split up."

Anzu's crow hopped and said:
"Thousands of vanguards of the War Horde, led by Grom Hellscream, marched towards Shattrath City, but a detachment headed towards the Temple of Karabor, and some orcs crossed the strait between Nat'an Jungle and Shadowmoon Valley.

They intend to attack both of your cities simultaneously."

"Hmph, you have a good appetite, but I don't know if your teeth will be able to handle it. As the nominal commander of the war, I have made the following arrangements, please take note of them:"

Dick shook his black wolf cloak, looked ahead, and said seriously:

"First, send a message to the Claw King. I need Skyreach to send elite troops to support Karabor Temple. Then, use your avian servants to deliver a message to Archbishop Akama. The main battlefield of this battle will definitely be in Shattrath City, so Shadowmoon Valley does not need to rush for a breakthrough.

Their first priority is to defend the city and wait for the war situation to change! Don't neglect one thing while giving the orcs a chance to seize the opportunity.

In addition, Her Majesty Kara, please complete the Lightforging of the Hand of Argus veterans as soon as possible.

The Ghost Wolves of the Slayer are likely to cooperate with the orc army to launch a raid on the Temple of Karabor, but they are already demons, which means that the demon-slaying rage that the veterans of the Hand of Argus have been waiting for for many years finally has the opportunity to be released.

I really hope the demons choose that as their assault point.
Thirty-three legendary demon slayers, an Aldor priest led by a Holy Naaru, and a demon hunter commander, well, the battle scenes there will definitely be a feast for my eyes."

"Just two letters?"

Ansu's bird perfectly fulfilled its duties as a messenger. It wrote down the information and asked:

"Don't the other members of the K'ure Alliance need to be mobilized? Haven't you also contacted the ogres and orcs? Since this is a two-way confrontation, shouldn't both sides send their elite troops?"

"No, the situation in Shattrath City is still under control. After the Arakkoa joined the Anti-Demon Alliance, we have an advantage in overall strength, so we must not lose our composure."

After thinking for a moment, Diakham said:
"Please convey my suggestion to the Wizard Leader Mar'gok as soon as possible. I don't know if his King's Guard is ready, but now is the time to cross the strait between Nagrand and Frostfire Ridge and land in that extremely cold land to bring back the Bladespire Legion for the Goria Empire.

Then notify the Frostwolf Clan to prepare to support the Gorian Empire's army, seize Blade Tower Fortress and launch a counterattack against the Thunderlord Clan and the Blackrock Clan.

War is a dynamic system.

As long as we can hold off the first wave of attacks from the War Horde in Shattrath City, Blackhand, who is unable to achieve success, will have to draw elite troops from other areas to support us. By then, the crisis in Frostfire Ridge will be resolved!

Once the main forces of the war tribes are attracted to gather in the Talador area, the large-scale encirclement of the Alliance of K'ure will also be launched.

I have no intention of engaging in a protracted war with the War Horde. If given the opportunity, we should launch a decisive battle, annihilate the main force of the War Horde in one battle, and force them to retreat to their fortress in Tanaan Jungle.

There's nowhere to escape!
The fate that awaits Blackhand and his demonic scum is annihilation."

"Hmm, that sounds very organized."

An Su sighed, but then asked:
"However, all this will only happen if you can withstand the ferocious attacks of the Demonblood Tribe in Shattrath City. With all due respect to this god, this is a very difficult goal.

Through Feng Peng's sharp eyes, this God observed the violent magic power of those demon-blooded orcs. They were accompanied by endless black wolves. What's more, if the orcs were just the vanguard of the demons, then when the battle situation was unfavorable, the demons would definitely join the battlefield.

By then, what plan should you come up with?

Courage alone cannot solve real problems."

"Then may I ask you, what is the most abundant thing in Draenor?"

Diakum asked back. Ansu didn't answer immediately. He was a wise and cunning demigod. After thinking for a moment, he replied:
"In terms of sheer numbers, it's probably the shameless goren of Gorgrond. Their numbers are simply endless, and no one knows how many goren lairs are hidden beneath the earth."

"No, it's the trees! It's the plants! The flowers and grasses that are not seen by everyone but are trampled by every pair of feet."

The Vigilant no longer concealed anything and said to Ansu:

"The plants of this world have will! If they choose, they can speak at any time, or pull their bloodthirsty roots from the trampled earth and strangle any human or demon that tries to harm them with their vines.

The world will come alive and roar at the demons that seek to destroy it.
So before the devil arrives, we have to find a way to awaken the vitality hidden deep within this world.

Forest spirit!

The Alliance of K'ure is the strongest and most powerful last link in the anti-demon coalition system. The answer you are waiting for is also hidden in their holy land. Even if it is to forge the world artifact, we must go there. "

Ansu stopped asking.

It has learned all of Diakum's plans from him, and at present, every step in the plan of this Draenei saint is highly feasible. He definitely did not come up with such a "salvation plan" on a whim.

However, before the little crow carrying the will of the god Ansu spread its wings and flew high to deliver the letter, the stingy Midnight Crow God finally gave his "personal reward" for hiring Diakum to cleanse the curse of Sete.

"Quack, you have been blessed by Rukhmar's Holy Sun, which means you have received the sun's favor. This god has been observing you and has discovered that the sacred war steed under your crotch can change its form according to your will, correct?"

Ansu asked, and Dick nodded and said:
“Yes, this is the steed bestowed upon me by the Holy Light. It carries me across any battlefield with ease, but to be honest, I also feel that it is somewhat unbecoming for a Draenei like me to ride a light-forged two-headed dragon.

It was an orc vehicle after all.

So, is the generous Raven God going to give me the wings of a raven that can catch the wind?"

"No, quack, this god hates light. Raven Wings can only soar silently in the quiet and beautiful night. They don't like light like me, so this god will give you a pair of wings that are more suitable for you, a pair of more dazzling wings of light!

Accept it!

Accept the gift bestowed upon you by the gods of Arak, Diakam, for it will bring you great glory and victory in every battle!"

"buzz"

As Ansu finished speaking, a ball of glittering flame appeared before Diakum's eyes amidst the shattering wind, and the Sentinel reached out and grasped it without hesitation.

The moment the gauntlet touched the flame, golden runes lit up before his eyes:
"[Holy Steed's Hidden Legendary Appearance: Sun Wings (Sunlight Peaks Eagle Form)] has been acquired!

hint!

Legendary vehicles will now fly faster.

The appearance of the legendary vehicle comes with cool lighting effects and certain combat capabilities.

When the Sentinels arrive on the battlefield with their Solar Wings and their vehicles are released, the Solar Peaks Eagle will unleash a large-scale solar storm bombardment on the area.

"Look! The Sentinel is on fire!"

The hustling new recruit, Irel, was the first to notice Diakum, flying through the air at high speed and engulfed in flames. She shouted:

"This must be an evil orc ambushing us! Help him put out the fire!"

"Don't be silly, that's the blessing of the god Ansu."

Maraad reluctantly grabbed the deputy captain, Yrel, who had already drawn his weapon. He watched the new form of the Sentinel and his sacred vehicle gradually emerge from the raging flames. He whispered:
"This is also the Holy Light's reward for the devout."

"It's the legendary Sun Eagle! The divine offspring of the sun god Rukhma, fashioned in the scorching heat of the sun."

Princess Lacey, who was flying with the Draenei to the Talador battlefield, flapped her golden wings very gracefully. She exclaimed:

"Saint Diakum is indeed a Flame Walker blessed by the Sun God. He has received the most precious gift from the Arak Peaks. No! This very peak is glorious because of the legend he left behind."

"Ow!"

As they watched, when the last ray of flame that enveloped Diakum dissipated, the light-forged two-headed flying dragon at the saint's crotch, a symbol of power, had completely transformed into a more noble posture.

It's like an eagle shaped by the fire of the sun!

Every flap of its wings leaves a trace of heat in the air, and its dazzling feathers and exaggerated tail feathers behind it are dotted with streams of flames. When flying at high speed, it looks like the legendary elemental phoenix.

The light-forged reins and saddle that come with the sacred warhorse cover it with brighter armor, making this sacred bird of prey, as huge as a fear raven, look like a holy spirit in the light.

"It really looks like Rukhmar soaring through the sky! Wait! Diak'um, one of my followers just discovered something strange in Talador. Those warlocks are sending some strange jars from the Zangara camp to the occupied Tuurem.
hiss!
My followers report that there are some very evil things in those jars."

The news sent back by Old Ansu made the delighted Sentinel's face change slightly. There are not many things in Draenor that Ansu's family would find dangerous.

This immediately aroused Diak'em's vigilance, reminding him of an incident that happened to Shattrath City in the official history of the Dark Portal. Then, thinking about how he was deliberately led to the Spires of Arak by Medivh, the few days in between were enough for Gul'dan to do something very dangerous, and dangerous operations related to the "destiny node" of the Draenei in this world!
Damn!

Even without Kil'jaeden's interference, the inertia of fate would always assign the tragedy to someone else. In addition, the deliberate guidance of that bastard Medivh made him miss the best time to discover the unusual movements of the orc warlock.

I must go back immediately!
His newly acquired legendary vehicle form can ensure that he can reach Shattrath as quickly as possible, but others do not have such speed. Either he returns alone, or he can only... Oh, that's not right!

There is a way to return with others.

Diakum suddenly rolled his eyes. A crazy idea popped into his mind. He glanced at the Augure backpack on his waist with a strange look, hesitated for a few seconds, and said to the people behind him:

"Shattrath City is in danger. We must rush back immediately! We don't have any mages or shamans with us. Since we can't teleport, we can only fly as fast as possible, but you may have to endure some hardship."

"Stop talking, Saint. We must protect our city! What's a little suffering?"

Yrel shouted, and the others nodded, so Dick said:

"Then come closer! Lacey, have your crows come closer too. Look at me! Take a deep breath, and don't be nervous no matter what happens."

He placed his finger on Augure's bag, his mind spreading out to lock onto everyone in front of him, and said:

"receive!"

"???"

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"You're finally here! Draenei Prophet, I thought you were a coward just like the rumors said, but I didn't expect you to have some courage."

Grom Hellscream, riding on a ferocious wolf and holding his huge battle axe, has entered the highly guarded city of Shattrath. His skin has turned into a hideous dark green after drinking the demon blood.

But this did not diminish the inherent violent aura of the Slashing King. Instead, his strange appearance made him look even more ferocious, like a ghost walking out of a nightmare!
Especially those blood-red eyes, which make everyone who sees them feel fear.

However, this did not scare old Viren!
Even the Dark Titan couldn't scare this tough leader, let alone an orc chieftain who voluntarily became a slave to the devil?

The High Prophet left the city, escorted by fierce Krokuun hunters and two teams of Thunder Elephant heavy cavalry, not for cowardly negotiations, but to rescue the warriors who were captured by the orcs during the retreat from Tuurem.

Grom Hellscream on the opposite side still has some sense of honor.

Seeing that the leader of the Draenei only brought a group of warriors out of the city, he also brought the chieftain and guards of the Warsong Clan across the river in Tuurem and arrived at this plain.

There were not many people from both sides meeting, only about a hundred people in total, and each side's armies were waiting in their respective positions.

"Since you've requested a duel, send our warriors back first!"

Old Velen, leaning on the Redeemer's Staff, shouted to Grom in front of him:
"I know that you orcs value honor, especially a war chief like you who pursues personal prowess. If you want to resolve this matter honorably with a duel, I will definitely accompany you!"

"Good! He's a brave blue-skinned fellow."

A column of scorching air blew out of Grom's nostrils. He seemed to be eagerly waiting for the battle with the strong man. He waved his hand, and more than 30 captured Draenei garrison officers and priests were escorted out by the wild orc soldiers. The ropes were cut with axes, and these soldiers with shame and anger on their faces were pushed out amid the orcs' laughter.

General Jaid, who was guarding the prophet, immediately sent people to retrieve his warriors. The powerful war shaman stepped forward and said to the great prophet of Mak'gora, who was about to receive Grom:
"I will execute this arrogant orc on your behalf! You are the leader, you must not take such a risk." "They drank the devil's blood, Jaid. My holy light is also roaring at this shameful fall. This orc's soul has been polluted. I will purify him."

The Prophet rejected Jaid's request to "take over".

He had made up his mind as he walked out of the city, and the conversation between the two was overheard by the impatient Grom. The orc chieftain jumped off his wolf, holding a battle axe in one hand and the battle flag of the Warsong Clan in the other.

He said loudly:

"It doesn't matter who replaces you! Blue-skinned priest, you're not good at close combat, so don't come and get killed. There's no honor in killing a weak spellcaster like you! Since we have to choose a scapegoat,
Then why not let the famous 'Vigilante' among you come?

I tell you the truth, Viren!
I have come here today to fight your exceptional war leader!

That's the opponent I long for!
Where is Diakme Zastinis? Get him out!
I will chop off his head with my weapon, and defeat your most powerful leader right before you all!
I will crush your courage!
Let you whimper like frightened dogs, with your tails between your legs. This city cannot protect you! Even your holy light cannot protect you! "

"presumptuous!"

Jaid shouted loudly:

"We weren't the ones who kept losing, Grom. You and I have fought before on the Nagrand Grasslands. How can you have the courage to challenge our saint if you can't even defeat me? My strong brothers will rip your head off and kick it like a ball."

The trash talk before the battle made the Draenei and orcs more motivated to fight, but before Grom threw out the Warsong Clan's banner with a grin, the old prophet took the Draenei Clan's banner from Jaid's hand and threw it forward.

With a bang, the battle flag adorned with gems was planted on the ground ahead.

"Today you challenge the draenei, Grom Hellscream! Diak'um has faced dreadful demons before, but you are nothing more than a depraved beast. You are not worthy to fight him."

The prophet stepped forward, tapped the ground with his staff, shattering the rocks, and shouted:

"We Draenei love peace, but we are never afraid of any challenge! Whether it's you or the demon behind you!"

The battle flag is raised and the duel begins!
This scene made Grom raise his eyebrows.

He snorted, handed the battle flag to the adjutant beside him, grabbed the battle axe, moved his shoulders, and looked at Velen who was waving his hand to give him a shield.

Since it was a battle, there was no mercy. When Velen chanted the Holy Light, Grom roared and leaped over, starting with his signature leaping headshot. Although he expressed his contempt, the orc chieftain was actually very cautious.

He knew that Velen was a demigod blessed by the Holy Light and was definitely stronger than him, so he attacked with the intention of achieving a sudden death and victory.

The best outcome would be to knock the old prophet to the ground before he could unleash his holy power.

However, he did underestimate Velen, not only the fighting skills of the priests, but also the Jedni training that ancient Eredar like Velen had received since childhood.

Ha, I’ve said it before, although the old prophet is a spellcaster, his boxing skills are not bad at all.

That is the true strength of the cunning Velen hidden under the appearance of a weak spellcaster. Well, every old ass who has experienced the magical "Empty Blue Annihilation Punch" knows what I am talking about.

"boom"

The battle axe that was about to chop off his head was accurately blocked by the Redeemer's Staff shining with holy light. In the fragments of light brought about by the shattering of the Holy Light Shield, the seemingly old Velen leaned sideways to relieve the force, allowing the axe blade carried by the staff to slash across his body. Then he clenched his five fingers and punched the orc's black chin with a heavy punch as Grom stared with wide eyes.

The power of this punch was a display of the physical strength of an Eredar who was more than 30,000 years old. It knocked Grom's body backward and he rolled over to create distance.

He stood up and stared at old Viren, spitting out a mouthful of bloody broken teeth to the side with an expressionless face.

The slight sting was like a signal, causing him to reveal a fierce grin full of fighting spirit. The boiling anger in his body was finally ignited at this moment, and the red anger turned into tangible flames that wrapped around him. The violent aura was exerted like a real aura of fear.

This means that Grom has mobilized the power of a warrior, and it also means that Grom finally regards old Velen as an opponent worthy of fighting.

As the scorching Holy Word of Punishment fell on Grom, the roaring Blood Roar was swung again, and the confrontation between holy light and rage reached a fever pitch in a very short time.

Velen used his powerful holy power to continuously shape the shield of Holy Word to resist Gorehowl's repeated attacks, while Grom relied on his tempered body to withstand the prophet's melee punches. Perhaps it was inspired by Diakum's "Holy Slash" using holy light, and every heavy blow from old Velen would bring about a holy explosion.

The charging and use of holy light was not difficult for a demigod priest like him to imitate.

This charged attack also made Old Velen a deadly brawler, especially after Gorehowl severed the Redeemer's Staff after taking one too many blows. The old prophet felt as if he were back in the Jedni Tournament in his hometown of Mac'Aree.

He seemed to have regained his youthful form.

At this moment, he lowered his body like the best fighter, stomping the ground with his heavy hooves and gathering strength to gallop with the shaking of his tail. He clenched his fists like a ferocious Talbuk smashing rocks with his horns, and bumped his shoulders like an aggressive thunder elephant fighting for territory.

Grom Hellscream in front of him also turned into the young Kil'jaeden in the old prophet's slightly dazed eyes, just like the first time the two met in the Jedni Tournament, representing their respective classes to compete for the glorious championship.

That was the first time he met his brother.

That was also the first time the old prophet won his friendly competition with Kil'jaeden.

"boom"

The left hand wrapped in holy light turned into a heavy fist and hit Grom's neck, then pulled his neck forward.

The expressionless old prophet rushed forward at this moment and hit Grom's nose with the most ferocious headbutt. The seal of the Eredar leader on his forehead emitted fragments of light because of this wonderful blow.

As Grom retreated in a panic with blood spurting from his nostrils, Jaid and the other warriors cheered loudly.

Behind them, the soldiers on the walls of Shattrath City also let out a deafening roar.

Many people know that the Great Prophet Velen is extremely proficient in the "Jedni Ancient Fist", but they have no understanding of the prophet's ability in close combat. Velen is the most famous holy priest among the stars and should be more proficient in the use of divine arts. However, Old Hatton, who was surrounded by the crowd and standing on the city wall, showed a "mysterious smile" at this moment.

When Velen intended to accept Grom Hellscream's Mak'gora to rescue the captured warriors, almost all commanders were clearly opposed, but only Old Hatun clearly expressed his support.

As an old friend of Veron, no one understands better than Hatton how glorious and heroic Veron was in every Jedney competition when he was young.

Why did Kil'jaeden become brothers with old Velen?
Isn't it because the self-righteous commander of the garrison was defeated one-on-one by the young Velen in the Jedney Tournament when they first met?
Velen has no lack of power!
Whether it's holy light or fists and feet, the fact that he pursues peace doesn't mean he's not good at fighting. It's not that difficult.

The old prophet pursued the victory, with scorching holy light wrapped around his fists.

A rare coldness appeared in his always kind and gentle eyes. He could forgive all faults and mistakes as long as the offenders sincerely repented, but there was only one mistake that Velen could not forgive, and that was the crime of a leader like Grom who led his people into corruption!

He and his brothers gave everything so that their people could escape disaster, but right before his eyes, he witnessed a collective degeneration.

Selling your soul to the devil just to gain power?
What a terrible leader!
When the warring tribes invade Talador and the flames of war have spread across the land, the Alliance of K'ure needs morale and courage, so let's use the head of the orc in front of us as a sacrifice!
Just like the Doomsday Overlord who was killed by Diak'um in the final battle of Argus, this announced the beginning of another decisive battle between the Draenei and demons!
This time.
He and his people have no intention of escaping!

right here!

In this world that needs them, just like in their ancient and glorious hometown, they will recreate a decisive battle that will shock the starry sky with the invading demons.

Demons should learn to fear when good men raise their blades, and so should their shameless servants!
"boom"

Velen's heavy fist hit Grom's chest, and the explosion of hot holy light brought about the spread of halo, symbolizing the prophet's determination to fight at this moment. However, Grom did not fall down after taking the blow. On the contrary, a bloodthirsty smile like a devil appeared on his bruised face.

A warrior wields his sword with rage, and rage, in addition to being fueled by conviction, requires the stimulation of pain.

For the most outstanding warriors, the pain that fears cowards is their weapon, and the bursts of pain fuel their anger. If they cannot integrate their pain into their anger, the sharp blade they wield will be powerless.

He has been bearing the heavy blows from Velen. It really hurts when the heavy punches wrapped in holy light hit his body.
So, did you enjoy the fight?

Now it's my turn.

As Gorehowl swung, every axe blade of the Warsong's divine weapon was filled with bloodthirsty rage, and the heart of the Gronn that was sealed in the axe during its forging was also awakened. The prey killed by every Hellscream personally activated their power without any concealment, allowing Grom Hellscream to get the only thing he needed like a hellish demon.

At this moment, Old Velen felt a foul wind blowing in his face. Before the sharp blade struck him, there was a roar like a sea of corpses and blood, which disturbed his mind and undermined his morale. As long as he hesitated for a moment, he would not be able to avoid the fatal blow that was coming.

He took a step back, chanted the Holy Light, and raised his left hand.

The powerful Holy Word Barrier erupted in front of him, and the holy light as thick as a city wall created an unbreakable wall for the prophet.

The next second, the blood roared and chopped down with the master.

"boom"

The blazing axe blade smashed through the barrier of holy light, causing spider-web-like cracks to erupt on the light curtain in front of Velen's eyes, and the glass-like fragments turned into light spots and dissipated.

Under the prophet's astonished gaze, Grom, wrapped in red anger, split the flowing and shattered holy fire. He held the battle axe with both hands and raised it above his head. His red eyes even brought out visible fragments of light from the corners of his eyes.

For a moment, the prophet seemed to see a roaring giant wielding undefeated power.

That was some kind of enlightenment about the orcs that the Holy Light conveyed to him, but before he could think about it, Grom's second axe had already fallen, and the Holy Word Barrier collapsed. The energy shock wave spread out and pushed away the Draenei and orcs who were watching the battle around.

The first person to flash out in the light was Grom, who leaped over and roared with an axe in both hands. The classic Blood Roar was aimed at Velen's head.

This attack is a sure win!
Won!

But the old prophet had a cold expression on his face, and the shining mark on his forehead instantly transformed into a holy flame. Facing the bloody roar that was about to chop him down, his reaction was to clench his fist and charge forward, as if holding a scorching sun in his hand, and all the demigod power in his body had been fully unleashed.

The blow will strike him, but the Light will protect him!
The orc on the other side is too dangerous. His belligerence and brutality will surely become a disaster for this world! We must not allow him to threaten our own people and those innocent people who have embraced peace.
Please allow me to kill today!

"Heaven!"

"Chief, be careful!"

The simultaneous roars from both sides did not interfere with Grom's killing. He was determined to take away the prophet's head to prove his unshakable power.

The shout did not affect Velen. The holy light in his hand had turned into a scorching holy shock, and he was determined to kill the orcs in front of him.

As the warriors on both sides watched, the ball of blazing fire that fell from the sky erupted like a solar storm, engulfing Grom, Velen, and everything around them.

When the scorching fire dissipated, the old prophet stood there unharmed, and was given a heavy Holy Word Shield and a set of strengthening divine spells. In front of him, a heavy blade shining with scorching heat was raised amid the flying black wolf-hair cloak, blocking Grom's killing move outside the safety line.

"Diachem Zastins? You're finally here!"

Grom Hellscream, with a spear of light stuck in his body, retracted his battle axe and stepped back a few steps. He shattered the "Spear of Light" on his body with a punch and did not care about the burns that swept across his body. He panted, stared at the Draenei giant with interest, and said:

"Normally, anyone who dares to disturb my Mak'gora would be considered a coward by me! But I'm willing to make a break for you. I'm even looking forward to your arrival at this time! I admit that I underestimated your prophet. He's very powerful!
But that was it.

His fists were weak and powerless, as if they had lost the most important thing, just for show. He was a boxing fighter who was already in his twilight years but was still reminiscing about the past. He had power but didn't know how to use it.

Viren just doesn't satisfy me at all!

but.
you can!"

Diakum ignored the provocative chief in front of him. Amid the chirping screams of the little crows that were "unharmed" after bathing in the holy flame on his shoulders, he said something in a serious whisper to the prophet behind him.

The latter's face changed drastically. He withdrew from the battle zone and quickly returned to the city under Jaid's escort without saying a word.

The news brought by the sentinel was so shocking that he had to respond immediately!

"You talk like a winner, but right now you look like an iguana whose toes were stepped on by a gronn. You seem quite pleased with your tie with the civil servants?"

Diakum held up the Ashbringer, and in the shining place infused with his holy light, he raised the blade and pointed it at Grom, staring at the devil-like face, and said:
"You keep shouting 'glory,' but right now you know nothing about 'glory'! You haven't yet undergone the refinement and polishing that would make you a 'true warrior.' I don't see any glory, I only see a bewildered butcher.

But before you rush to the trial of destiny, you must first survive the trial of holy light.

I am your trial!
I am the trial of the Demon Blood Tribe!
come on!

Grom Hellscream, the corrupted chieftain who drank the blood of the devil.

Take the victory you want from me and try to defeat me in any way you like."

(End of this chapter)

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