Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 139: 38. Taking advantage of the situation: The cunning and arrogant demon prince makes a brilliant appearance! [1115]

(Additional update for brother “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” [11/15])
The rising of the Naaru Shield made the plague thrown by the orcs ineffective. At this time, Velen was urgently contacting other areas of the Draenei in the city's communications department. Therefore, when Diakum entered Shattrath exhausted and bid farewell to the fanatical cheers and admirers, he saw Rexxar waiting for him in front with a serious face but wearing a gray robe with only a pair of eyes exposed.

He knew from the anxiety and anger in the Mok'Nathal hunter's eyes that he was going to get bad news.

"So, this time the orcs' demonic plague attack targeted all the strongholds in Talador, and Ms. Draka was infected as a result?"

The Sentinel took the communication summary from Rexxar, scanned it, and asked, who nodded.

"When the plague jars fell, she and my people were resting at the outpost on the Oruna coast. One jar landed in her camp. The heroine promptly dispersed the Draenei warriors at the outpost and evacuated the wounded, but she herself was delayed for some time.

Now she has been sent to the lower city by my people, where Archon Hadon has designated an area as a temporary residence for the infected.

But it's no use!

I can tell you clearly, Sentinel, that the jars dropped by the Dragonmaw Clan contain the Red Scourge! Lady Draka told me that this plague was definitely strengthened by the Shadow Council, as she was infected with the Red Scourge as a child!

According to the orcs' experience, this thing will not infect a person a second time.

you guys
No, we are in trouble!

The Red Scourge is contagious. I have heard stories more than once in Gorgrond about small clans being wiped out in a short period of time after being infected by the plague.

Setting up just one quarantine zone won't solve the problem. Plus, most of your outposts in Talador have been sprayed with plague canisters. I heard that even Gadaral and Valhalor have been sprayed with the same thing by the warlocks. I even think they won't let go of the Frostwolf Clan in Frostfire Ridge.

Soon more infected people will be brought into the city, and then...
and many more!

You are hurt? "

As Diakum walked forward, Rexxar noticed the exaggerated cracks on his armor under his black wolfskin cloak. It was as if half of his breastplate had been chopped off by an axe, and there were even hideous penetrating wounds on his waist and abdomen.

But the Sentinel just waved his hand.

It's just a superficial injury, no need to worry.

Most of Grom's exaggerated destructive power from his Death Wish explosion was absorbed by the Guiding Light Armor. The remaining power was not enough to inflict fatal injuries on the sanctified Diakum. He himself was also an Archon of Light with exaggerated healing powers. The duel would at most leave some scars on Dick's body.

The armor certainly needs repair, but that's not the most important issue right now.

Now that the entire city is under martial law, the most important thing is to comfort the people and check on the condition of the sick.

The Sentinels knew clearly that in the official history of the Dark Portal, it was the Red Scourge plague that affected the impregnable city of Shattrath. The severely disturbed city defense faced tremendous pressure from the orcs and was secretly sabotaged by the traitors, so the city was breached in a short period of time.

Otherwise, given the defensive strength of Shattrath City and the orcs' poor siege capabilities, it would take them several years to capture this place.

In the official history, it was old Velen's "yandere brother" the Deceiver who released the plague on the Draenei. Now it has been replaced by the conspiracy of the Shadow Council and Cenarius the Defiler. Fate is trying to correct itself. This time, if it were not for the timely reminder of the god Ansu, with the intervention of Medivh, Diak'um would not even have had time to rush back to the city of Shattrath.

As he and Rexxar approached the quarantine area for infected people in the lower city, which was strictly blocked by the hunting cavalry, they happened to meet the Great Prophet walking out of it. Velen's expression was very ugly. When Dick approached, the Prophet whispered to him:
"The warriors sent from the Oruna Coast Outpost are transforming into Broken Ones at a rapid pace! Several times faster than the plague I remember on Argus. I've used detoxification and medication on the patients based on my experience, but I'm not sure if it will be effective.

The Red Scourge in Draenor is different from the diseases we encountered back then, so the treatment methods must be improved. I, cough cough I."

Dick was startled by Velen's cough, and he quickly cast several dispel and detoxification spells on the prophet.

But Velen waved his hand and said:
"Don't worry, I'm a demigod after all. The Holy Light is watching over me, so these diseases can't infect me easily. This is just the weakness from the battle just now. I'll stay here! Diakam, you and others should not enter without permission!"
I have ordered General Tirasalan to clear the surrounding city area, and the continuous purification of the Holy Light is enough to ensure the safety of the infected people in this area and other people in the city.

Under the current situation, every additional infected person is bad for us."

"The orcs understand the Red Scourge better. This disease has plagued them for years before we arrived. It is highly contagious, Prophet."

Dick shook his head and said:
"This is a conspiracy carefully prepared by the Shadow Council. Except for the ogres who are immune to the Red Scourge, large-scale infection of other races in the Alliance of K'ure is inevitable. However, we must first figure out what this thing is before we can find a cure for it.

I already had a guess in my mind, I had to get in touch with the patients first.

Don't worry, Prophet.

I am half Naaru, and these diseases have no effect on me either."

"I am a Mok'Nathal. My people will not be infected by the Red Scourge."

Rexxar said to Velen:
"As a leader, you should lead your herd in this time of panic. If your warriors are also in danger of being infected, then my hunting group and I will help you defend this place."

The Great Prophet looked at Dick, who nodded to him to indicate that it was possible.

So Velen thanked Rexxar and arranged for the hunters guarding the place to take turns with the Mok'Nathal hunters.

Dick walked into the lower city and saw the terrified civilians. They kept coughing and some of them had gray spots on their bodies. They felt weak and knew clearly that they were infected with a strange disease and death might be imminent.

The sobbing cries cast an ominous gloom over the lower town.

Diakum stopped and looked at a Delaney lady who was crying while holding a child. He walked over, squatted down, and put his hand on the head of the child who was still unaware of anything and whose face was filled with fear.

他 说:

"Don't cry or be afraid, it's just a minor illness."

"Ah, Saint!"

The weeping lady was frightened, but she took courage when she saw the saint before her, and she begged:
"I have lived for a long time, Sentinel. I would have no regrets even if I died here, but my child has just been born. Cough cough, please, you must save him."

"Don't talk nonsense! You won't have any problems either. You will definitely be with your child and see him grow up."

Diakum consoled him.

He took off his gauntlets and said to the mother and child in front of him:
"I need to see how you're doing. Don't worry, it won't be painful."

As he spoke, he gathered holy light in his hands, letting the gentle glow cover the lady and her child, while examining the gray patches that appeared on her and her child's skin. This was one of the symbols of the Broken One. The transformation of the dull gray-blue skin was only the first step, followed by the loss of control of the tentacles and the atrophy of the body, which would eventually torture a Draenei into a hunchbacked alien.

The scene of the saint diagnosing illnesses was seen by other patients around him, and they also gathered together hoping that the legendary saint could dispel the unbearable epidemic for them.

Diakum looked around and simply unleashed the healing morning light of the Sun Herald.

He knew that the healing holy light alone could not fight the spread of the red plague, but the people needed hope at this time. When facing the fear of the unknown, hope and confidence were more important than gold.

"Sing praises to the Holy Light."

He said warmly:

"The light that has protected us for tens of thousands of years will not abandon you and me at this moment. It is merely a plague! Fellow citizens, stand firm and fight it! As long as we hold on to courage, it cannot defeat us."

This may sound like chicken soup for the soul, but it is not.

When Diakum was on Argus, he witnessed Sachir's mental breakdown because of that failure. The Enlightened One completed the "Breaker Degeneration" in a short period of time, which fully proved that the speed of this degeneration was related to the patient's willpower.

A strong will may not make the epidemic disappear, but a broken mind will only make them become broken faster.

Diakum was exhausted, but he still used his healing morning light to walk around the quarantine area in the lower city, replenishing the vitality of those who were weak so that they could resist the anti-disease spores and the life-absorbing power of the demonic plague.

No matter what kind of virus it is, it will always take effect more slowly when facing a strong person, but Dick knows that simply replenishing life will not solve the problem.

He strode into the room in the lower city and saw Old Hatton feeding medicine soup to the soldier lying on the bed.

Diakum was shocked and quickly stepped forward to hold Hatton's hand to check on him. He found that the Archon, who used to be as strong as an old ram, now had alarmingly hot fingers and gray spots on his arms.

Even his eyes became a little cloudy.

It must be that Hatton came into contact with the warriors from the Oruna Coast when they were sent into the city just now. The Governor had been injured by the orcs before and was weak at that time, so he was most susceptible to infection by the plague.

"Dick? Why are you here? Get out of here! Child, you represent our hope and courage. You must not be infected at this dangerous moment!"

When he saw Diakam, Hatton's eyes widened. He didn't know where he got the strength to push Diakam away.

He knew what had happened to him and said:
"I know what this is. I've seen those Broken Ones in my hometown. I know what my fate will be. Maybe I should cut myself in the foot now to prevent myself from falling into such an undignified state.
But Dick, my boy, perhaps it was fate that suggested it, I had a dream last night.

In a daze, I dreamed that you left Argus without taking me with you, and I could only take those innocent and helpless children back to the mountains of our hometown, and I led them through days of suffering in despair.

Until one moment we suddenly wake up and realize that we have lost our noble form and turned into lowly broken ones.

Just like our shattered world and hometown.

Dick, this may be Argus's punishment. We have broken our oath, so the gift from the Star Soul will be taken back from us, and we will return to the most humble state. This may be my destiny.

Cough cough"

"I won't let you lose confidence just like that, Governor Father!"

Dick took Hatton's hand and said:
"You, Jaid, and the Krokuun Legion have been recast. You will never again be reduced to a state of broken body and spirit. I will not allow such a fate to befall you again.

You can rest assured here!
I already know where this plague comes from, and I will immediately set out to find an antidote for you. The Heart of Life in Draenor must also provide me with an antidote! That unbridled wild creature must retract this disaster, or I will..."

"No, Diakam, do not let hatred fill your noble heart. A saint like you must put aside personal grudges when making decisions."

The Archon sat on the bed next to him.

He looked at the child who was extremely angry because of his suffering with satisfaction. He felt the respect and closeness in Diakum's heart for him, which was enough to warm the weak spirit of old Hatton at this time.

In fact, when he dreamed of those strange things, this old man who had experienced a long time had already understood the cause and effect.

More than 20,000 years ago, when he was not paying attention, the child in front of him had already silently saved him once.

"I was injured before, and I spent too much energy polishing the ogre's Titan-forged runes. Calling on the elemental lords from the Elemental Throne to help me craft those powerful 'World Rings' also exhausted me.

I may not survive this vicious disease, and I may end up as the miserable person you and I remember. But that doesn't matter, I've lived long enough."

Old Hatton said softly:

"With your help, I have been able to once again fulfill the sacred duty of protecting the people for over 20,000 years. This is already fate's grace, and I couldn't ask for more."

"You are a legendary shaman, old man! The power of the elements will help you. In fact, this is what I want to ask of you."

Diakum said softly:
"While I leave the city to seek an antidote for you, you must stay here and use the power of the elements to inspire the minds of those infected! This is crucial. Only if they persevere can the curse of the Broken One be spared.

Hold on until the day I return. Every dawn is a new blessing. I will definitely be back as soon as possible."

"Well, I will naturally fulfill my duties, but there is something I have held onto for too long. Perhaps it is time to return it to you."

Old Hatton looked at Diakum in front of him, smiled, and reached out to touch his forehead gently.

Then, amidst the scattering of the glimmer, his Seal of the Eredar Leader was passed to Diachem's forehead with the help of a unique Draenei ritual. The shining glimmer merged perfectly with his Seal of the Archon of Light.

It's like a double-nested complex geometric pattern.

他 说:

"Kil'jaeden sent this Seal back to us when we left Argus. Velen and I both know why he sent it back. Diakam, this Seal of Leader was originally yours!
When Kil'jaeden decided to sacrifice himself to save his people, he had already chosen his successor.

you!
'Vigilant' Diakam, you are the second commander chosen by Kil'jaeden to defend his people!

Don't say sorry, this is what you deserve. Your series of performances after waking up have proved that you are absolutely qualified to hold it. The people also regard you as a true leader. The only thing you lack is this seal of light, but you have been leading us before you got it!

Go ahead.

"Like carrying the people's hopes and responsibilities, carry it forward to save our suffering compatriots and the other allies of the Alliance of K'ure. This is a terrible burden for a mortal like me, but I believe it will be a driving force to inspire you to move forward."

"Cough cough."

A cough came from the other side.

Diakum turned around and saw Lady Draka curled up there, enduring the pain of weakness. However, the orc heroine's despair at this moment did not come from her own infection and weakness. She hugged her belly and shed tears.

"This damned plague has weakened me. I can no longer bear my G'El."

She didn't care about the spots on her arms at all, and she would say through gritted teeth:

"Damned Gul'dan and his despicable warlocks want to take away my unborn child. I will fight him to the death! Those damned warlocks, I will strangle them to death one by one with my own hands!

I swear!
Ah, the spirits of our ancestors!
Please help me, please save my Go'ir."

"See? Dick, we're not the only ones who need help right now."

Old Hatton stood up, calling on the elements to gently heal Draka, and said to Diakum:
"Gul'dan would never just use this plague in Shattrath. Frostfire Ridge, where the Frostwolves are located, and the Spires of Arak, where the Arak people are located, are all targets of destruction for him and this vicious plague.

What he wants to destroy is our Alliance of K'ure, the 'Draenor Legionfall Alliance' that you and I have worked so hard to form. Gul'dan is not trying to win for his warchief, he is paving the way for his demon master!

Dick, go and crush that arrogant ambition! Use your knife, use your light! Crush this despair! "

"Ah."

The Sentinel stood up, healed Draka once and patted the veterans who were suffering beside him. When he walked out of the room and when he walked out of the lower city, the coldness on the Sentinel was so heavy that even Rexxar's dire wolf tucked in its tail.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the Draenei Saint had already made up his mind to kill. If anyone dared to stop him at this moment, the consequences would be...
"Rexxar! Go to Nagrand and find Naielle at the Throne of Elements. Father Hatton previously completed the forging of the 'World Ring' with the help of the elemental lords, and now those artifacts are receiving the elemental blessing.

I need them to complete the blessing of the artifact as soon as possible, and then I will take the rings and head to the Everbloom immediately!"

He said to Rexxar:

"Those rings need to be strengthened by the Heart of Life to become true 'World Artifacts.' This damned plague also requires the personal action of the Source of Wild Life to eradicate. These are the poisonous spores released by it out of hatred for the life of this world!
It was that ancient hatred that had spread these deadly ghosts into this world, and it must take responsibility for this.

As we agreed, you will accompany me as my guide to Gorgrond in search of the pulsating Heart of Life. Of course, the shadowy demigod will also go with us."

"I'll leave immediately."

Rexxar was a man of action. He whistled to call his "new partner". The Sun Raven Lord Ruklan, with wings burning like the incarnation of flames, landed with a roar.

The plague spores here made it very uncomfortable, so it rushed into the sky carrying Rexxar and Halathar.

"Diachem, can these plague spores infect the Crow People?"

Old Ansu's voice echoed in Dick's ears on the wind. The Sentinel nodded and said:

"Yes! But I guess the Midnight Crows shouldn't be affected. Their bodies have already been degraded once by Sethe's curse, and they are standard 'lower-level void clans'. Theoretically, they will at most feel weak.

But the Yangyan Crow People may lose the power to soar into the sky due to infection.

You have to understand, Ansu, these spores come from the malice of Draenor's ancient life force. They are effective against all life in this world. You must help me get the antidote!

Otherwise, you and Rukhmar's children will also suffer."

"But those demon-blooded orcs are not affected."

Ansu said viciously:
"I saw them pass through the spore-covered area outside the city unscathed. Did the demonic blood they drank actually protect them?"

"That also means they are no longer loved and acknowledged by this world. Even the malice of the ancient life force no longer bothers to erode them."

Dick shook his head and said:
"Time is running out. Blackhand will never let go of this good opportunity. The War Horde will soon launch a general attack on Shattrath City. We must complete our work as soon as possible."

"Ah."

Ansu responded.

The winged spawn of the Midnight Raven God are spread across Draenor, and no encrypted communication system is more powerful than its flocks of crows.

But just as Diakum gathered his new recruits and prepared to go to Nagrand to check the progress of the artifact forging, Old Ansu suddenly brought him bad news:

"Hurry to your Auchindoun sanctuary!"

The old crow screamed:

"The Shadow Council summoned demons there, and the Dragonmaw Clan also unleashed the Spore Plague there before. Your archbishop sealed off the holy land in time, but this couldn't stop the demons!"

"Demon? Good job!"

Diakum turned his head and looked towards the holy land. The chill in his heart was finally released in the right place.

As the Sun Wings carried him up into the sky, he asked:
"Who is coming from the demon side?"

"A strange fellow, riding a giant demonic beast with strange pointed ears. I don't quite understand their language, but I heard the warlocks call it the 'Demon Prince'."

"What? Who? Is this Fulgrim calling?"

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"Burn this abominable place of light! Break through it in the name of the Defiler."

The angry and anxious Sarath language echoed over the Holy Land of Auchindoun. The "Demon Prince" Perotharn, who was riding a demonized green dragon, brandished his elven magic blade and roared loudly.

This high-born elf was already an aristocratic leader before he fell. After following Lord Xavius to join the Legion, he naturally obtained the position of Demon Lord. He even got rid of his hideous and ugly satyr posture because of the "blessing" of the Polluter and returned to the elegance of the fel elf.

According to the tradition of the upper elves, it is not considered an act of usurpation for it, which has become a lord, to call itself a "prince".

Although Lord Xavius ultimately chose a helpless and shameful rebellion under the influence of the current situation, this did not prevent diehard legion members like Perosarn from continuing to serve as high-ranking commanders under the Defiler.

After all, although there are many fel elves under the command of the Polluter, most of them are civilians who were contaminated by fel energy during the Ancient War. There are only a few people who can take on important tasks. Naturally, every commander like him who dares to fight and fight is very precious.

This is the first time the Demon Prince has come to Draenor.

It disdains this small world and is even unwilling to waste any more time here.

The Polluter is organizing elite troops to infiltrate his hometown, and Perosan is ready to reminisce with his "old friends" from ten thousand years ago with a new attitude and strength.

We wonder if the weak Farondis the Betrayer and the cunning Dath'Remar the Silvermoon Blade are safe? And if the resolute Tortheldrin the Loyalist and the wise Elisande the Hand of the Queen remain loyal to the Light of Lights?

Is the powerful "Black Crow King" Kur'talos Ravencrest still working together with the tenacious "Emerald Heart" Malfurion to protect the weak Kaldorei?

Did Tyrande, the bitch of the Moonlit Night Goddess who woke people up in fear from their dreams, die in torture?
Finally, I wish that the despicable "Star Hunter" Illidan Stormrage and his damn demon hunters will perish in the disaster of the universe!
However, in his memory, when he left his hometown in the explosion of the burning earth, the powerful queen who withstood the explosion of the Well of Eternity and the attack of the Moon God of War seemed to be brought back to her loyal Suramar.

It is said that the Titan artifact there can help her get through the painful times.

That is
If he had the honor, he could even lead the demon army to once again "pay homage" to the Elf Queen who still fascinated him today.

Ah, Azshara!
Oh, the light among lights who has returned to the right path, your proud soul and pure body will belong to and can only belong to the Dark Titan!
"Hehe, this is just a stop on our journey."

The Demon Prince rode a powerful demonized dragon over the closed gates of Auchindoun, sprinkling clouds of filthy corrosive breath on the stupid guard machines.

It shouted loudly:
"Warriors of the Blightcaller! Carve this place with blood and return to the Legion with glory. This prince will lead you back to Azeroth and complete the great work we left unfinished ten thousand years ago! Ugh, look! The pathetic sun of this small world is still so scorching hot it's almost burning my carefully maintained skin.
Ok?
wrong!

and many more!

Why is the sun in the sky moving? What kind of witchcraft is this?!"

(End of this chapter)