Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 15 15. Zhuo, you are a good guy, we are finished! - [Bid farewell to the old and usher in the new, happy new year]

Dick once commented that the Holy Light is the most idealistic of the six forces that constitute the underlying structure of the Azeroth universe.

This is not nonsense.

There are many clear examples of this evaluation in the official history of the Dark Portal. Those Light Walkers who were active in history often suddenly burst out with unimaginable power in desperate situations.

The most typical example is Tirion Fordring, the third wielder of the holy light artifact Ashbringer ten thousand years later, Highlord of the Silver Dawn.

The legendary second half of the life of this old paladin nicknamed "Old Buddha" basically had the word "cheating" written all over his face. His life included but was not limited to regaining the power of Holy Light after witnessing the tragic death of his son after the Holy Light's morality was abolished, and when encountering the spokesperson of the Force of Death, he used Holy Light to call on the heroic spirits to severely damage his opponents who he could not defeat at all.

And the most exaggerated scene happened in Icecrown Citadel.

When he was frozen by the pure force of death and was about to return to the shadow world, he called on the Holy Light to grant him strength, and with a single sword he cut off the Force artifact Frostmourne, which was forged by the Lord of War, one of the masters of the force of death.

Although the old knight failed to cheat successfully due to the interference of fel energy in the Battle of Broken Shore, which was the end of the old man's fate, these deeds are enough to demonstrate the "idealism" characteristics of the Holy Light.

In addition to Lord Buddha, the darling of the Holy Light, there is also actual evidence of "cheating" among the Holy Light Walkers, including Velen, Archbishop Yrel from another timeline, Sir Seliek who was captured by the Force of Death but can still use the Holy Light, etc.

This situation rarely occurs with other Force powers, or even never occurs at all!
The growth of fel energy relies on the crude and simple "equivalent infusion", the power of arcane is based on day-to-day research and learning, the blossoming of life depends on the environment and time, the Death March is a more straightforward dual accumulation of quantity and quality, and the power of the most mysterious and sinister void may lie more in the mind, spirit and talent.

In short, "explosive growth" is the "idealistic characteristic" of the Holy Light Force, and it is a must-try.

Dick currently has no way to analyze the logical core of this "explosion", but he guesses that it should be related to the individual's "holy light morality", such as his behavior pattern when he first achieved "cheating" in his second life.

The more a Light Walker's actions are in line with the Holy Light morality he has established, the more the Holy Light Force will love him.

Since it is an idealistic power, the only condition that can determine whether one's own holy light is bright is probably whether one's own mind is firm in walking in the right path.

When the old man was full of doubts and entanglements, the holy light left him.

But in the critical moment when the whole world is about to be trampled by death, he can complete a world-renowned reversal with the posture of "God descending".

This example speaks for itself.

Just like at this moment, Dick, who was blessed by the Holy Light, was holding the warhammer that was like a shining torch, and striding towards Sachir with purification and dedication on his feet. His momentum was accumulating with every step.

His absolute strength has exceeded his limit under the enhancement of holy light. Although this enhancement will eventually have its limit due to the limitations of the body container, it has already eliminated the strength gap between him and Sachir that was originally impossible to cross.

When the old wizard saw the "explosive" garrison officer in front of him, the curiosity and interest in his cloudy eyes became even stronger.

But personal curiosity cannot be placed before the determination to do great things, so when Dick launched a charge, Sachir immediately fought back.

A Death Coil mixed with Dark Wrath smashed down, but the energy ball overflowing with demonic energy was burned by the scorching holy light before it got close to Dick. The brutal Dark Wrath roared in the explosion, but it could not shake the actor who had already spread his "wings".

The demon guards who rushed out from the fel energy beams rushed forward with axes, but were knocked down one by one by Dick's hammer.

The burning hammer looks like a lightsaber.

Each blow could easily shatter the bodies of these lower-level demons. Even if they were not killed instantly, the horrific burns that came with it would expel them from the material world in a very short time.

With every swing of Dick's hammer, the sacred lines wrapped around his body would illuminate.

The jumping and lighting of the radiant runes that came directly from the Holy Force were like the gathering of some destructive force. When the fifth radiant rune was lit up beside Dick, even Sachir sensed a crisis.

The old wizard did not dare to be arrogant. When Dick rushed over like an angry "Holy Light Thunder Elephant", he used the summoning spell to summon a Void Walker filled with shadow power from the vortex of evil energy behind him.

This creature is a body of pure shadow energy. It can hardly be classified as a pure demon, but it does serve in the Burning Legion and is often manipulated by warlocks.

As soon as Shadow Walker appeared, he was "sacrificed" by Sachir, who brutally extracted energy to cast a thick shield for himself. This is the most commonly used defensive spell by warlocks.

Almost at the same time, the war hammer was swung high and smashed down with a tremendous force, creating a crack in the old wizard's shield the moment it hit the demon shield.

As Sachir stared with wide eyes, the shining runes surrounding Dick hummed at this moment, spinning and releasing pure destructive power, striking a second time at the place where the hammer struck.

The scorching light made Thal'kiel feel like he was thrown into magma, and the dancing holy flames tore his shield and wrapped around his fel-blessed body with resolute purpose.

They roar, ready to burn their enemies into harmless ashes.

It was a unique technique that discarded all healing power and converted it entirely into destruction.

Sachir was certain that this was definitely not the application of Argus's garrison tactics, and could only be attributed to Diakum's unique understanding of the Holy Light.

But he finally took the heavy blow of "Judgment of Ashes" which came with secondary damage. Although the shield created by the sacrificial demon was shattered, and although his body temporarily strengthened by Dark Resolve was burned by the Holy Light, and although he had many more wounds on his body, he withstood Dick's most destructive blow.

This proves that although the opponent has a strong momentum, his absolute strength still does not surpass his own.

"How can we achieve victory with borrowed power?"

The old wizard waved his claws sarcastically, turning the violent fel sickle in front of him into three heavy blows that hit Dick, who was still in the "afterswing of casting a spell", and scattering the holy light. But the problem was, Dick didn't say that his "Judgement of Ashes" only had two damages?

The scattered holy light was driven by Dick to make a final burst when the old wizard was also in the "casting afterswing".

The final blow of the "Holy Light Trio" is the most magnificent!
Those dancing radiant runes stirred up a scorching storm as Dick swung his hammer like a whirlwind, and in addition to the warriors' most proficient whirlwind, he gave him a radiant strike of equal destructive power. Those shining sharp runes cheered and sang, and in an instant they turned into entities and swept up the old wizard who could not dodge and the surrounding demons.

what!
Take this great lord's super three-bean full-stack conquest sacred storm mouth of the Ashes Echo!
The collective wails of demons announced the end of the release of the silky small combo. The holy storm did not dissipate after leaving Dick's weapon. The shining runes forged by the energy were as sharp as knives, creating the most brutal destructive power in the most sacred posture.

When the last rune-shaped feather of light dissipated, all the demons around Dick and Sachir had been skinned and dismembered.

They were like being thrown into a storm of sharp blades and swept around. Not even a single intact remains could be found of the fallen corpses, while the fire of holy light was still burning, clinging to the bodies filled with fel energy and performing loyal purification.

At this moment, the holy light seemed to regard the fel energy as fuel.

Those scattered feathers of light devoured despair, transformed it into the hottest hope, and burst out in the form of holy flames.

Circles of holy light spread out, creating one sacred place after another in the meeting hall. Behind Dick, Garrison Commander Malderan also strode forward with his warhammer in hand.

He walks these sacred grounds, and with every step he charges, the Holy Light cheers upon his weapon.

Although this passive enhancement was due to Dick's help, the old garrison commander was obviously not inferior to the explosive "Holy Spear" in terms of combat skills.

The moment Dick unleashed the Holy Storm, Malderan flew up with a roar.

After being hit three times in a row, Sachir was about to use brutal shadow burning to kill Dick, but was hit on the head by the Holy Light Hammer that fell from the sky with a "jump strike" posture.

As we all know, the unique combat skill of "jump slash" has a 100% headshot rate once it is successfully released. If you don't believe it, go ask Mannoroth, who is still happily destroying in some corner of the twisting void.

The famous "Destroyer" is the most famous and tragic victim of the "art of jump hack" in the history of Dark Portal.

"boom"

The burst of light blasted Sachir away like a cannonball.

He was knocked into the fel energy beam in front of him with a scream, and the broken fel energy horn fell in front of Dick, who picked it up while gasping for breath.

Malderan landed on the ground, leaning on his war hammer, and said to Dick:

"Can we continue to fight?"

"nonsense!"

Dick, who had "lost" the trophy, stood up straight. The blessing of the Holy Light was consumed by the three consecutive attacks, but the remaining was still enough to continue fighting.

After all, his absolute strength is not enough to withstand more force. He is just a mortal walker, not even a legend. Even if the Holy Light wants to give him more power, it cannot do it.

The main reason is that I’m afraid of giving too many blessings and accidentally “melting” Dick, which would be hilarious.

Alas, the boss finally gave me a red envelope happily, but I couldn’t get the biggest share. This feeling is really terrible, just like losing tens of millions of dollars out of thin air.

"How should we handle this ritual?"

Malderan swung his hammer to kill the demons that rushed towards him, and shouted:
"Make up your mind, Dick! We can't keep this stalemate going on."

"It's either destruction or purification, there's no third way."

Dick and Mardellan stood back to back, resisting the attacks of an astonishing number of ferocious demons. He responded:
"But disrupting the ritual would cause the fel energy to backflow underground. I suspect Thal'kiel must have borrowed the arcane node of Mac'Aree to perform the ritual.

This means that once the fel energy contaminates the energy nodes, the demonic corruption will take root in Argus and will spread actively.

Perhaps within a few months, the city of Oronar will be abandoned."

Madeleine, who had already made up his mind to die, was shocked when he heard this answer.

The city of Oronaar is the oldest and most prosperous city of the Eredar. Millions of people live here. The consequences of polluting it are unimaginable.

"What about purification?"

he asked:
“How do I purify it?”

"We can't do it! A grand summoning ritual of this scale is directly connected to the fel power of the Twisting Nether. At least one Naaru must come in person."

Dick sighed and said:
"We can only persevere and kill the demons guarding the ritual to weaken the energy of the summoning ritual. Those demon wizards are being protected! Malderan, kill them!"

He roared and rushed out, and Malderan also rushed in another direction, aiming directly at the demon wizards who were still maintaining the ceremony.

These guys come in all shapes and sizes, from sneaky soul judges to six-armed witches of destruction. They are all spellcasters of the Burning Legion, which is still in its "startup phase."

They had to maintain the summoning ritual, so naturally they had no time to fight. Faced with the attack of the "extremely vicious" garrison officer who was determined to die, they could only be stopped by the guarding demons.

However, Dick was now in explosive form. Three Beans of Ash Judgment couldn't kill Thal'kiel because he was a leader template, resulting in a thick health bar. But these ordinary demons were practically killed by contact. By the time the battered and battered Thal'kiel, roaring and engulfed in fel energy, burst forth from the beam once more, four of the demon wizards responsible for maintaining the summoning ritual had already been defeated.

Dick took three heads, and Malderan fought hard to get rid of one.

There are only five demon wizards in this ceremony hall!

The result of killing four of them was disastrous. The flow of the "Well of Fel Energy" that erupted from the Great Summoning Ritual had changed from a flood to a forked urine stream.

The speed at which the demons rushed into the material world through the Well of Fel Energy was suddenly slowed down. Sachir was so anxious that he no longer cared about his master's demeanor. He started with a very unsportsmanlike sneak attack combo, using Death Coil + Dark Wrath to control Malderan, making him, who was weaker in strength, surrounded by demons, and then howled and pounced on Dick who was still slaughtering.

This guy was just thrown into the Well of Fel Energy, and when he came out he was already in the "second stage".

Dark green bone spurs grew around the hunched spine, which was already twisted due to the infusion of evil energy, and the hideous evil energy wrapped around Sachir's body in a liquid form.

His hands had completely transformed into a pair of scaly claws, and the tips of the claws were even "enchanted" by fel energy, giving them a crystalline appearance.

Dick felt the evil wind behind him, turned around to see Thal'kiel's posture, and almost exclaimed, "Fuck, when did you come to the second stage Gul'dan?"

This is probably because the Force of evil energy lacks creativity, and the power given by the infusion of strength is always the same.

In short, old Sachir rushed over with a set of "Fel Military Fists", which were powerful and heavy, and came with terrifying double burns of fire and fel energy. Although this old wizard had never practiced melee skills seriously in his life, I had the advantage at this time, so I just had to hit him hard.

One can defeat ten kinds of skill with one's strength.

He relied on this brute force to entangle Dick. The sacred light and the foul evil fire continued to erupt in the ceremony hall. The two guys blessed by the Force no longer cared about the problem of "accidental injury".

They no longer held back, and the energy collision even brought about clear Mach ring-like energy aftermath.

Those weak demons who dare to approach will be crushed by the complex AOE. Only the upper-middle-level demons like the Doom Guard are qualified to approach the battlefield, but they will still be knocked down by Dick in a desperate state with just a few moves.

"Anach kyree!!! Material world, here I come. The end is coming, Overlord Kazzak is here!"

Just as Dick and Sachir were fighting each other with punches and kicks, a low demonic language sounded in Dick's ears like a tape played in reverse, making him turn around suddenly. He saw the figure of a huge and astonishing Lord of Doom appearing in the evil energy beam that had been confined to an extremely small size.

The Burning Legion has unleashed its vanguard of destruction!

Even though they were still on the other side of the twisting void, the fel energy aura it emitted alone was enough to make the demons in dire straits more vigorous.

This is a demon demigod!
At least a demigod.

"You actually summoned the 'Lord of Doom' Kazzak?"

Glorious Dick punched Sachiel in the face and grabbed the old wizard by the neck. He roared:
"Do you know that Kazzak is the most brutal demon lord? Every world he lands on only leaves behind extinguished star cores! Do you really hate your people so much, old lunatic?"

"I'm trying to save you, idiots!"

The roaring Sachir smashed Dick's torso with his fists covered with fel spikes. The destructive power of pure fel energy plus the dark rage that had become a "passive skill" that continued to erupt shattered the beams of light wrapped around Dick's body into pieces.

The blessings of the Holy Light are coming to an end.

It’s not that the Holy Light is unable to maintain this power, but that Dick’s body can’t bear it. If he continues to maintain such a terrifying energy gathering, his flesh and blood will soon be "evaporated".

"Holy Light! Give me the strength to strike one last time!"

Dick called out.

The Holy Light quickly responded to the prayers of the Hand of Fate, and those shining runes lit up again in the dim light.

This temporary burst of energy almost turned him into a small sun. While knocking Thal'kiel down with a punch, he grabbed Archimonde's Soul Stone and crushed it between his five fingers amid Thal'kiel's roar.

The principal's desperate screams echoed in Dick's ears, but there was no possibility for him to return to the material world.

Dick kicked down Sachir who was about to attack, rushed towards the last demon wizard, snatched the magic steel axe from the demon guard next to him, and tried his best to infuse holy light into it to turn it into a crystal-like blade. The second before Kazzak's left hoof was about to step on the land of Argus, he smashed the battle axe in his hand with his last strength.

Instead of attacking Sachir, he aimed at the final target.

The whistling Holy Light Battle Axe turned into a golden lightning, and under the horrified gaze of the Destroyer Witch who was trying her best to maintain the summoning ritual, the thing hit her in the next moment.

Then "melted" her.

The instantaneous burst of light triggered an explosion of flames, reducing her and all the demons around her to ash.

Dick also lost the last of his strength.

The light on his body dimmed, and he fell to his knees gasping for breath. Looking back, he heard the angry roar of Kazzak. The great demon lord who was close to the material world was being expelled back to the twisting void due to lack of sufficient guidance.

Dick also saw Malderan fighting his way out of the group of demons.

He smiled, but before the smile could last a second, a fel spike pierced his armor and torso from behind as Malderan roared in anger.

The embarrassed Sachir gritted his teeth and stabbed the demon spear in his hand downward, nailing Dick to the burning place of dedication.

The old wizard cursed:

"You! You fool who claims to be righteous, you don't know that you are wasting Argus's limited time. The Dark Titan's eyes are already looking here.
What I do is the only way to salvation!"

After saying that, he left the seriously injured Dick behind and limped towards the summoning ceremony that was being closed. He waved his hand and threw out Death Coil to knock the charging Malderan away. Then he raised his hands and used himself as the summoning node, restarting the summoning ceremony in a "self-sacrificing" way.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is "melting".

Even with Sachir's spellcasting skills, summoning a demon demigod to set foot in the material world alone was almost a suicidal act, but he still did it.

This is definitely not a sacrifice that an ambitious person who has lost faith can make.

Perhaps it was true, as the old madman said, that he thought everything he did was to save Argus and its people.

Kazzak's roar became clear again, and the beam of fel energy that had disappeared broke through the sky again. Sachir was in extreme pain but his eyes were firm.

Everything seemed to be back on track until a huge meteorite hit the center of the summoning ceremony with precision.

As Thal'kiel gazed in shock and despair, streams of arcane light shone, outlining the figure of a majestic Eredar holding a holy staff and wearing the robes of a great arcanist.

"Sachir, the Enlightener, my elderly predecessor and fellow traveler in the pursuit of truth, please stop."

Velen's voice was filled with suppressed anger and murderous intent. He said:
"This is your last chance!"

"Grand Archon! Invite the Naaru to purify this ritual!"

The seriously injured Malderan remembered Dick's previous explanation and shouted while spitting blood:

"Fel energy is polluting our world. Only the light of the Naaru can cleanse it!"

Wei Lun was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he showed a subtle expression.

After taking a look at the holy staff in his hand that was given to him by Naruk Ulei a thousand years ago, the Grand Archon seemed to have made up his mind.

"The holy Naaru maintains the barrier that protects the entire city. It cannot come here in a short time, nor can it abandon its sacred duty at this time, child."

He stepped forward, and the roaring demons were blown to pieces by the arcane barrage thrown by Velen. Sachir was maintaining the ritual and was unable to break free from the constraints of the fel energy. He could only watch Velen walk to his side.

"But I can also tonight, the time predicted by fate has arrived!"

He heard Velen whisper something, and then saw the first ray of golden light burst out from Velen's hand.

At this moment, his arcane power was transformed into brilliant energy at an astonishing speed. Compared with the strength and capacity of the holy light infusion that Velen received at this time, Dick's amazing outburst just now could only be called a "small splash."

The incomparably brilliant holy light gathered on the body of the determined Archon, like a rising golden sun shining on the ruins contaminated by fel energy.

When the radiant Velen reached out and touched the beam of fel energy in front of him, Sachir knew what he was going to do.

"no, do not want!"

The old wizard begged in the weakest manner:

"Velen, don't! This is our last hope, you will anger Him! Argus will be destroyed because of this, don't!"

"We swore an oath to protect our people, Sachir, my old friend. It is you who have let the world down."

This was Viren's answer.

The next moment, dazzling holy light obscured everything.

Its dazzling brilliance even made Malderan shield his eyes with his hands, and the demons fled in terror. Dick, who was nailed to the ground by the spear, looked back with difficulty. The last scene he saw was during Velen's first purification, the evil energy beam that shot straight into the sky was also transformed into a golden stream of light.

The disaster is over.

Sachir knelt at Velen's feet and cried, as if he had lost the last faith that held on to this point.

He was completely broken, but he wasn't dead yet.
"Kill him, kill him."

Dick picked up a demon hand axe beside him with trembling hands and smashed it towards Sachir. He used his last bit of strength to complete this task, and then fell into a long coma.

His last thought at the moment he fell into darkness was, how great it would be if the one who came was Kil'jaeden who was cold enough.
Viren.

The kind person, the hesitant person, the saving person, the hesitant person.

　Happy Chinese New Year~ Love you~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)