Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 141: 40. Kazzak, you are a jerk! My big brother is waiting for you on the streets of Shattrath. If you dare to come here, I will kill you!
(Added update for brother "Huo Zheng Ting Hao" [13/15]. The title is too long to fit in)

Golden beams of light lit up above the Temple of Karabor like a magnificent veil. It was the Naaru releasing their power in a light and ethereal song, like a signal related to war. As the city's shield was erected, the Draenei garrison officers and rangers were mobilized to climb the city walls and begin patrolling more cautiously outside the city.

Her Majesty Kara has just returned to the world of light from the darkness, and it is not in its prime. In addition, it has been performing light-forging rituals for the veterans of the Hand of Argus recently, which makes the Naaru a little "lacking in energy" at this time.

Even after receiving the "plague warning" sent by Old Ansu, it was difficult for Kara to cover the entire city with her demigod defense.

The thick light curtain is a condensed sacred energy, like a wall of light guarding the core city area of Karabor Temple. The people in the periphery are moving into it. After experiencing the "Fall of Dark Star Kara", the spirits of the Draenei civilians in this city of faith have been tempered to be extremely tough.

They were not panicked by the impending war. They held their children's hands, supported their families, and followed the priests to move into the city in an orderly manner. They also loudly encouraged the fully armed garrisons and rangers to kill a few demon-blooded orcs to commemorate their compatriots who died on the battlefield of Talador.

Especially when the Demon Hunter Master Arantin appeared with a team of assassin court guards dressed in black, cheers rang out from the crowd.

People shouted the name of "Master Demon Hunter" in admiration.

In order to express their respect for the Dark Hunter, they specially changed to Sarassi.

It makes sense that the Draenei are so fond of Arantion, the "demon hunting star" who just made his debut at the Karabor Temple. They all know that it was the arrival of this demon hunting master from another world that eradicated the dark cancer hidden in this city in a short period of time.

The trials of those traitors were fully public, so the people could be sure that this master would never make false accusations when catching evildoers.

They've been really troubled by these devil-worshiping bastards for a while now.

Just imagine that you are happily living your peaceful life at home, but some cultists suddenly appear out of nowhere and want to capture you/your children/your wife/your mother/your dog to sacrifice them to the devil to please those bastards. Who can stand this?
Those dog-stealing scoundrels are very good at hiding, and ordinary garrison officers really can't catch them.

But with the arrival of Master Arantien, the sky of the Karabor Temple suddenly became bright, and no matter how deeply the demon believers hid, they could not escape her keen perception.

Her iconic long ears rotate like antennas, showing her lightning-fast agility!

In short, because of her extremely high "recognition" and fair style, Arantin attracted a lot of fans during the time she was "on loan" to the Karabor Temple. In addition, Archbishop Nari intended to build a "golden signboard" for the Assassin's Court, and deliberately promoted Arantin, the "friend from another world", as the poster girl of the Assassin's Court.

I don't know where the Archbishop found this third-rate, failed writer from, who made the story of the Illidari willing to sacrifice themselves for the cause of demon hunting so convoluted, earning the tears of this group of emotional old Draenei men and women.

How the hell is this forming an assassin's court?

This is clearly pushing Arantion onto the Draenor stage under the pretext of "deciding to debut on the spot in order to save his Draenei friends and fight the Burning Legion."

But no matter whether this method is outrageous or not, the effect is very good. It is so good that every day when Alandin comes home from get off work, he will find a pile of thank-you letters from the Draenei at the door of the dormitory, occasionally mixed in with a few corny love letters.

Well, this proves that the Draenei are indeed emotionally rich, and that the "romance" of the Eredar is innate. They know how to appreciate the beauty of the soul. Finally, it also proves that the birth of those "Havrosen" is not just because of coercion and war.

So, are you blue-skinned people sick?
Alandine, who was heading towards the outer city with the Assassin Court warriors with an expressionless face, was complaining madly in her heart. Her inner demon was also tempting her to "go all out" on the spot, transform into a demon form to open the eyes of these hoofed people, and ensure that after they saw it once, no one would write you a cheesy love letter anymore.

But how to say it?

Although the demon hunters of the Illidari no longer cared about others' opinions of themselves when they embarked on this destined difficult and lonely road of slaying demons, and the hostility and vigilance from their own people had already made them feel the coldness of the world, if the people they protected could speak kindly to them and show enough care,
So when the demon hunter is risking his life to fight the demons, perhaps in addition to the cold hunting heart, there will be a warm feeling caused by identification in his heart?
Those introverted people are not born to live in solitude. Perhaps all they want is a gentle smile from the world.

"There's a scent of fel energy here. They're coming! Right here."

The moment they entered the outer city, Alandian raised his hand.

The Assassin's Court warriors behind him immediately drew their weapons and dispersed in combat formation at the command of their temporary commander.

The warning of the battle was also transmitted to other areas through the flares fired by the hunters, but Alandin did not smell the strange scent of the magic-blooded orcs, so she judged that it should be the magic wolf pack under the command of the Killer that sneaked into the city. Those greedy and evil magic wolves were best at launching this kind of hunting raids that came and went without a trace.

But the Temple of Karabor is guarded by the Naaru, and ordinary magic wolves cannot cross the thick and scorching light-forged barrier. This also means that once the battle in the outer city begins, they will immediately enter the cruel "Colosseum" mode.

More importantly, according to the intelligence sent back from Shattrath City, the shameless demon-blood orcs are likely to launch a plague attack.

A "half-demon" like himself is not afraid of those weakening plagues, but the Draenei behind him will immediately become weak once they are infected.

There is currently no good treatment for that plague, which means that this war will inevitably be accompanied by the tragedy of continuous attrition.

Fortunately, the Draenei had set up an exaggerated defense line of Anikent crystal towers and powerful constructs in the City of Faith. While Alandin was tracking the traces of the magic wolf, she could "see" the immortal captain, Lord "Guard" Quaram, who was patrolling the outer city with other iron warriors and preparing for battle.

These giants who are not afraid of pain or plague are as powerful as the ancient war trees summoned by the druids in the War of the Ancients. They are destined to become the core units of today's battle.

"bass"

As the sharp blades clashed, Alandin drew out the double blades behind him in the increasingly strong aura of evil energy.

That was no longer the Moon Arc Blade she held after entering Draenor. The hunting blade made of magic steel had been with her for too long and was severely worn, and even needed to be reforged with fel energy.

Although the damaged weapon did not affect the Demon Hunter's battle rhythm, the kind, generous, and most importantly, wealthy Draenei friends would obviously not let their foreign friends fight demons with such weapons.

They carefully crafted new weapons for their new friend and gave them to Arantien, who wanted to refuse them, in the name of "Special Combat Allowance of the Assassin's Court."

The appearance is still the Moon Arc War Blade designed by the elves to honor the moon. The whole is made of refined blackstone ore mined from Gorgrond. The Draenei's most proud magic gems are inlaid on the handle and body of the Moon Blade, allowing this pair of weapons to carry a certain amount of holy light damage when swung without infusing fel energy.

The sharp claws of the Destroyer Lycanthos are embedded on the blades of the two moon blades, greatly enhancing their armor-piercing ability. They were the spoils of the Vigilant Diakum, but the saint generously gave them to the Demon Hunter Master to pay tribute to their ten thousand years of demon hunting career.

The shamans also bestowed elemental blessings upon the moon blades, allowing Arantion to continuously accumulate Wind Steps during battle.

This is a great addition for Demon Hunters who rely on high mobility and swift combat.

Although Arantion did not have a character card and could not identify the grade and quality of the gifted moon blades, she was sure that the potential of these weapons was comparable to the legendary Warglaive of Azzinoth in the hands of Lord Illidan.

He couldn't even fully unleash the destructive power of this weapon now. After all, it was made of demigod materials, and he still needed to fight for a long time before he could synchronize with it perfectly.

Of course, this weapon is not given for free!

Archbishop Nairi had a very careful plan. In addition to serving as the "Honorary Demon Hunter Master" of the Assassin's Court and commanding elite warriors to dig out traitors, Arantion also served as the "Demonology Instructor" of the garrison and ranger classes, and taught the demon hunting tactics summarized by the Illidari in thousands of years of hunting to the Draenei warriors.

It’s a fair trade and absolutely necessary.

Alandine also believed that teaching these Draenei could also cause great trouble to the Burning Legion. In fact, even without such exaggerated rewards, she would definitely be very concerned.

The only regret was that after she met with Velen, both the Great Prophet and other senior officials rejected the "bait" tactic she proposed.

What a pity!

If even one-third of the stories about "Velann x Kil'jaeden" circulating in the star sea are true, he is fully confident that he can use old Velen as bait to lure Kil'jaeden the Conqueror into this world, and then summon all the Illidari to complete a brilliant Wild Hunt in Draenor.

"Ok?"

Even though her mind was full of thoughts, the Demon Hunter's automatic hunting instinct still warned her frantically at this moment. The moment the tearing claws suddenly appeared around her and covered her body, Arantion left four or five afterimages on the spot with a terrifying maneuverability that the Draenei could not match.

The blade dance was accompanied by several spinning slashes of the "Twin Blades of Destruction". When the Demon Hunter's fluttering black cloak closed around her body again, there were three magical ghost wolves with severed necks around her.

But there is one guy who escaped Arantien's death chase!

The latter howled and retreated, with smelly demon blood dripping onto the ground. The Draenei ranger on the high ground had already drawn his bow and shot an arrow, piercing the crystal explosive arrow into the opponent's body, causing an explosion. However, after the pungent smoke, everyone could see the guy's appearance clearly.

"What the hell is this?"

Shantuk, the high-ranking hunter who was appointed as Master Arantien's combat lieutenant, exclaimed:

"Is this some new species of demon?"

"It's the Black Spirit Werewolf!"

Arantien said coldly:
"The Slayer not only has ghost wolves under his command, but those beasts also have their own commanders. The Slayer selected wild hunters from among the elven followers of the Defiler and bestowed upon them the blessing of the dark wolf spirit, causing their bodies to transform into werewolves.

Be careful!
These fel werewolves are far more destructive than the ghost wolves, and they are born to walk in the shadows, making them the most deadly assassin group under the Burning Legion. "

As the words fell, Alandian chased after the humanoid monster and killed it.

A moment later, he came back holding a hideous head that looked no different from a demon wolf. At this time, the battles in the outer city had already begun. In addition to the howling of the wolves, there were also the roars of the werewolves that made people's blood run cold.

It was as if these human-shaped demon wolves were leading the wolf pack into battle.

The hunter Shantuk nimbly jumped to a high place and looked outside. In just a few minutes, the entire outer city area of the Karabor Temple was covered by the footsteps of the running magic wolves.

They shuttled back and forth between shadows and reality, leaping and advancing on the streets, on the roofs, and even on the destroyed Arkinite crystal towers, like a black turbid stream that came without warning, rushing towards the holy barrier in the center of the city from all directions.

But the Draenei battle base in the outer city did not fall silent.

When Shantuk used the Eagle Vision to observe, she could clearly see that her compatriots were resisting the invasion of the magic wolves with supreme bravery, especially the immortals. Every time they swept across with great force, they could send the surrounding magic wolves to meet their wolf spirits.

The Slayer's wolf packs are vast and powerful, but their individual combat power has no advantage against the Draenei. Only those fierce and brutal werewolf commanders can fight against the well-trained garrisons.

“This number is too exaggerated.”

Shantuk followed Arantion, leaping and fighting on the rooftops. As she slew the enemy with her jeweled halberd, she shouted to the demon hunter who was wielding his blade:
"How many wolves are there in the Exterminator's pack?"

"There are as many members of the Slayer's clan as there are stars in the sky. Don't ask for the exact number; that answer will leave you in despair."

Arantien said softly with a hint of sadness:

"So many years of destruction and slaughter were enough for the Slayer to spread his wild offspring across the galaxy, becoming the physical 'Wolf Plague'. They were part of the Burning Crusade, and they always appeared as the vanguard of destruction on those weak worlds.

Until the true Silver Moon Wolf Lord awakens from his slumber in the dream world, no one can stop this terrifying 'black tide'."

"Who is that?"

Shantuk struck a brutal blow, clearing out the demonic wolves around him. As those cruel creatures retreated with dog-like cries, the high-ranking ranger asked curiously:
"You seem to recognize it? Is the 'Silver Moon Wolf Lord' the god of your elves?"

"Well, Lycanthos the Destroyer is merely the strife-stricken shadow of the wild 'Rebellious Moon' Goldrinn. After Goldrinn fought for countless days and nights in the War of the Ancients, slaughtering countless demons to win hope for us, and then fell into dormancy due to exhaustion, it was given the opportunity to be free and thus joined the Burning Legion."

Arantien waved her knife indifferently and said:
"The Slayer is different from other great demons. Its actions are driven by the purest purpose: to prove its existence to Goldrinn and take everything from him before replacing him. Unfortunately, I've been away from home for ten thousand years, and I don't know if the Silver Moon Wolf Lord has awakened.

But I believe that one day, the Slayer will be reduced to ashes in front of the real Wolf Lord!

There is something in the sky.

Right above the clouds!

It's the Demon Blood Orcs, they're coming! Send a signal! "

The Demon Hunter raised her head and "looked" at the sky. She could clearly hear the roar of the two-headed dragon and the sound of its wings flapping. But Shantuk behind her shouted in shock:
"They split into two groups! One group came to Karabor Temple, and the other group went south, that is, in the direction of Shazghu'ul Fortress! These madmen, they want to bring the plague on their own people!

They seek to destroy us as well as the Shadowmoon orcs!"

"Because they've allied with us, the Brown-skinned Orcs naturally become enemies in the eyes of the Demon-Blood Tribe. Even to Blackhand, traitors are more detestable than enemies. Hmm, what a cruel logic of struggle. They're truly the Devil's lackeys."

Arantion sneered. With the sound of giant wings flapping, a pair of enormous demonic bat wings adorned her body, surging with fel energy. As the Demon Hunter took off at supersonic speed, the surrounding hunters heard the mighty commander's roar:
"Keep fighting! Demon Hunters, I'm here to clear the airspace for you! Be careful to avoid the plague."

"Raise the banner of the Alliance of K'ure and send a signal to our friends!"

Shantuk also ordered:
"The god Ansu promised His Majesty Kara that his crows would assist the Temple of Karabor in its aerial battles, ensuring that those plague jars would not fall upon our city."

The orders were quickly executed. Just as Moghor, the high-ranking warlord of the Dragonmaw Clan, was descending with his well-trained dragon riders to prepare to airdrop deadly plague canisters, a demon hunter with huge bat wings flapping around rushed into his ranks.

The terrifying thing swung its sword and a two-headed flying dragon fell to the ground with a scream.

This demon hunter even posed in the air!

The huge bat wings set off her petite body, but when the hunting magic pattern on her body was truly illuminated by the evil power, even a demon-blooded orc like Moghor could clearly hear the wild laughter of Alandin's inner demon.

A dark and violent aura enveloped the Demon Hunter Master, and the rapidly rising aura meant that she had finally broken the seal.

DH is going big!

Demon form, on! Sacrifice aura, on! Fel power, on! Dark power of the demon hunter, all of it, on me!

"Look me in the eyes, bastard!"

With a hoarse and low roar, the heavy evil energy turned into scorching eye beams and burst out from Arantien's eyes.

It was like a burning evil butcher knife that ignited all the surrounding orcs and dragons in a large-scale sweep. The extremely violent fighting posture was more devilish than the devil. What was even more terrifying was that these lunatics fed on devils!

The orcs who drank the devil's blood seemed to have seen their natural enemy at that moment. Seeing that the wild hunter was about to slaughter them in the air, Moghor immediately ordered the group to disperse.

No matter how powerful your demon hunter is, you have to kill them one by one!

I have two formations of dragon riders here. By the time you catch up with us, the Temple of Karabor will have been submerged in the sea of plague!

"Ha, how terrified must the weak blue-skinned ones be to find a monster like you to protect them?"

The Dragonmaw Warlord taunted, and piloted his massive flying dragon to speed up and fly towards the war-torn city below.

He and his dragon riders saw the killing tide of the magic wolves sweeping across Karabor, and the Draenei strongholds were submerged in the madness of the magic wolves' rushing, like reefs struggling to resist the tide.

Countless magic wolves pounced on the shield held up by the Naaru, causing the shining barrier to splash out layers of water waves.

It's just a broken Naaru. How long can it protect this city?
"Victory will definitely belong to the tribe!"

The High Warlord roared and slashed the net bag under the saddle with a knife, causing the plague jars inside to fall from the air like bombs, landing on the outer city of Karabor and exploding among the packs of magic wolves. The deadly plague spores would not infect demons, but these wandering magic wolves were enough to carry them to every corner of the city.

The Red Scourge will destroy the entire Draenei clan. When the legion of Chieftain Blackhand advances into this city, what will the weak Draenei, no, the pathetic Broken, use to stop the axe of the Demonblood Tribe?
They are dead!
"quack"

The strange cry of birds interrupted Moghor's fantasy of victory, causing the High Warlord to look back in surprise. Then his eyes widened as he saw a flock of crows like a black storm leaping down from the sky.

The cunning and weak crows croaked, the mysterious and cold ravens issued arrogant provocations, and the fear ravens guarded by them flapped their wings like heavy fighter planes. Behind each fear raven stood the croaking midnight crows. Those gloomy guys held bone claw magic weapons in their hands but raised the battle flag of Tongtian Peak, which was an intertwined battle of night and sun.

The dark "winged storm" hadn't even come close yet, but it already made the high-ranking commander-in-chief shudder!
So many crows!
A bite from one of them is enough to turn him and his dragon into bones in an instant. Isn't this a flying "shoal of piranhas"?

"Quickly retreat!!!"

Moghor's voice changed pitch.

As the most valiant warlord of the Dragonmaw Clan, he had been flying dragons in the sky under the guidance of his elders since he was a child. No one understood better than him the disaster that the terrifying crow feather storm sweeping across the sky would bring to the air knights.

Their two-headed flying dragons were not yet strong enough to face such a large number of birds and still win.

"woooooo"

A low retreat horn resounded through the sky, and the orcs were about to run away. However, Moghor rushed too fast. He turned around and asked the dragon to flap its wings with all its might, but it could not immediately accelerate to the escape state.

When the first crow swooped down and pecked him on the neck, he knew he had to make a decision.

"Feilong, I wish you good luck."

He patted his loyal mount, flipped over and jumped off the saddle. As he rolled in the air, he saw the flying dragon being torn apart by a flock of black birds.

He heard his dragon's miserable and terrified screams, and a bloody storm poured down from the sky. When Mo'ghor spread out his cloak to slow himself down and land on the platform of Karabor Temple, he was horrified to see that only the white bones of his dragon were left falling from the sky.

Higher up, his compatriots and their dragons who had followed him soon suffered the same fate.

Dread ravens carrying crows and ravens circled over the city, and the crowclaw priests chanted the name of Anzu and cast all kinds of shadow spells on the ground. They also dropped Apexis crystals infused with burning light like bombs, causing bursts of explosions in the tide of magic wolves, giving the fighting Draenei a chance to breathe.

The arakkoa actually joined forces with the draenei?

Moghor's eyes widened, but the orc quickly stood up from the platform he had fallen from, limped over to a demon wolf and jumped on it.

So what if two weaklings unite?
The number of arakkoa arriving tonight is too small to save this city! Can't you see that the Naaru's light shield has cracked?
Ha, Karabo will be burned in the flames of war today!

"Boom, boom, boom"

But before the unfortunate High Warlord could ride on his magic wolf to kill a few Draenei to vent his anger, the sound of low war drums rang out near the light shield that he had just judged to have cracks, which immediately aroused Moghor's curiosity.

He looked back and saw a ball of blazing light rapidly approaching the battlefield from the front where the Naaru shield was "torn open".

The demon wolves that rushed into the light shield did not let out murderous roars. On the contrary, Moghor clearly heard their cries. It was like hitting a hot anvil head-on and they could not survive at all.

He opened his eyes wide, trying to see clearly what was in the ball of light that was rushing into the battlefield from the Naaru's shield, and soon his wish was fulfilled.

When the first jeweled banner fluttered in the light, even the high-ranking warlords held their breath.

That is not a glorious battle flag!
In fact, it is covered with blood stains and there are cracks on the flag, which is obviously a weathered antique. In fact, there is also the emblem of the Krokuun people on the battle flag, which proves that this battle flag comes from the Battle of Argus 25,000 years ago.

This is not a battle flag at all, it is clearly a "holy relic".

The problem is that the flag is decorated with ancient Eredar runes and has an emblem that looks like a blood-stained red hand!

That is the emblem of the "Hand of Argus"!

The thousand-year-old veterans of the Hand of Argus Legion are coming out!
“Hahaha, there are only thirty people!”

Moghor laughed wildly and said:
"There are only thirty of you. How dare you fight against an endless number of demon wolves? Hahahaha, you Draenei are crazy. You deserve to die!"

Yes.

There were only thirty-one veterans who rushed out of the shield carrying the ancient battle flag.

They were the only remaining veterans of the Draenei clan who had lived in exile for 25,000 years. Wearing their ancient armor and holding ferocious demon-slaying blades, they strode out of the sanctuary of the Naaru in a "lone army" under the leadership of the hunter Restalaan.

However, the closer they got to the demon wolf emitting a breath of fel energy, the more majestic the momentum and aura of these thirty-one people became. Until Restalaan swung his armor-piercing hammer in the explosion of the Holy Light Oath and smashed the fel werewolf that was rushing towards him with one hammer, his aura finally crossed the boundary between mortals and legends.

Behind him, those glorious veterans who had fought their way into the Demon Wolves also completed their "explosion" one after another.

The high-ranking warlords were all dumbfounded.

He saw with his own eyes that these thirty-one veterans who came to die turned into thirty-one "Legendary Demon Slayers" in the blink of an eye. Everyone shouted and vowed to fight to the death. The Hand of Argus battle flags on each of their backs also echoed with incomparably hot holy light, illuminating them as they charged into the black sea of ​​scorching light of the demon wolves like tigers and wolves.

These are thirty-one legendary people!

Even if you gather all the orc legendaries from all over Draenor, you might not be able to find this many!
"Twenty thousand years have passed. Argus, twenty thousand years have passed. Your most enthusiastic children have finally returned. It's a shame that the Doomsday Overlord didn't come to challenge us today, and was then killed by the Lord Vigilant as a sacrifice. It always feels like something is missing."

The Hunter, commander of the Glorious Veterans, leans on his warhammer.

He looked at the burning holy pattern on his arm. He and his warriors had just completed the Light Casting Ceremony more than ten minutes ago. None of the thirty-one people failed, which proved that their perseverance over the years had finally paid off.

Their supreme commander is back!

The demon-slaying battlefield they had longed for was back!

The demon-slaying oath given by the Holy Light that they fanatically believe in has returned!
Now, even these inexhaustible and inexhaustible seas of demons have returned!

Ah, the glorious era for demon slayers has finally arrived again after more than 20,000 years.

"Soldiers of the Hand of Argus!"

The hunter raised his hammer high in the blazing glow of the holy runes. With a fervor, excitement, and a courage that made the demon wolf tremble, he shouted:

"The Vigilantes say that the legend of the Holy Light Butcher has been forgotten by the new generation of demons; the Saints say that our people no longer remember the sacred decisive battle on Argus!

Then today
Let us become the butchers of holy light and bring the demons what they have forgotten! Let the people see the echo of the holy fire of Argus again!

Activate your Heart of Argus!
Let our hometown watch us kill enemies for it, and let Argus be proud of us!
I command!
Today, you must fulfill your duties. The demon-slaying quota has been issued: 999 per person! Ah, sacrifice your heads to your homeland, and your blood to the Holy See! Kill!

He was answered by the roar of thirty veterans of the Hand of Argus.

They were already unstoppable as Lightforged Veterans, and when their respective Heart of Argus artifacts were activated, these so-called endless demon wolves before them were left to be slaughtered. It was like a waterfall of holy light transformed into a powerful punch, and the killing glow of each punch was enough to scare the demon wolves to death.

After witnessing with his own eyes a legendary wolf den master being killed by the hunter with three hammers, Moghor turned and ran without any hesitation.

I can’t stay here anymore!
The blue guys are crazy!

They used light to forge thirty-one mad demon-slaying saints!

Those sick veterans don't look like they're slaying demons at all; they look more like they're out to bloodbath the world with their righteous wrath!
Ah, damn it, it seemed that Chief Blackhand and the entire tribe underestimated them.

It seemed like I had accidentally provoked something terrible.
"boom"

A moon blade emitting a chilling chill fell from the sky and pierced right in front of Moghor.

Amid the ferocious roar of the falling giant, Arantion, with his wings folded, paid tribute to his leader with the same downhill speed as Egg Brother.

When she spread her wings again on the ground, two miserable orc skulls were thrown at Mor'ghor's feet.

The demon hunter's ghostly vision passed over the cowardly orc and "looked" at the glorious veterans behind them who had already launched a bloody massacre. At this moment, she finally saw with satisfaction the Holy Blade under the command of Saint Diakum truly unsheathed.

"Ah, the demon slayers of the Hand of Argus are truly terrifying! With veterans like them, it's no wonder the Army of the Light was able to withstand the demonic crusade. I've found the perfect ally for Lord Illidan, but as a representative of the Illidari, I can't embarrass my hunting pack in front of them."

In her demonic form, she "looked" at Mor'ghor and said:
"So, half-demon, where are you going?"

(End of this chapter)