Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 153 52. Tiger people also have ideals, tiger people can talk, and tiger people can also love Draenor!
The Sun Raven Ruklan carried Rexxar, Maraad and Garona out of the Evergrove and flew towards Shattrath City at the fastest speed. They would definitely encounter obstacles along the way. After all, the "appearance of an artifact" could not be concealed at all.

The energy infused into the ring by Draenor's Heart of Hatred triggered elemental tides across the world, alarming not only the warlocks of the Shadow Council, but even the Gronn strolling in the wilderness of Gorgrond and the timid iguanas at their feet.

The killer's wolves have all stepped into this wilderness, and the vast black tide almost annihilated everything in its path.

The Black Wolf God hiding in the shadows no longer concealed himself. He drove his wolf pack toward the Evergrove. On the way forward, warlocks kept opening the fel gates leading to the Legion's territory, allowing the fel elves and withering druids under the command of the Polluter to enter in large numbers.

The Nightmare Lord's dragon army was also mobilized. In the sulfur cracks that tore through the sky, dragons loaded with powerful demons rushed into this trembling world.

This was no longer just a solitary action of the Killer Wolf Pack. Obviously, the heart of life that no longer hid itself immediately attracted the covetousness of the Polluters.

The Great Demon Lord longed for this unique life force. Such a wild and brutal life ancestor would surely become an excellent weapon for it to pollute the starry sea. Just the "Red Scourge" spore plague presented by Gul'dan was enough to surprise it.

If it could fully control Draenor's hatred, it could make its already deadly plague even more deadly.

The best thing is.
"Hahaha, you also hate the Titans! You also hate the meddling Order! I don't even need to read carefully to sense your resentment and pain. We have the same enemy, hatred.

I, too, have walked the path of life, and I know everything about you!"

The Defiler casts his astral projection in the form of a giant upon the wilderness beyond the Evergrowth.

The giant deer body wrapped in ashes and withered vines, the ferocious human body blessed by evil energy, the sword-like antlers on the head that look like dark green coral, and the "natural symbols" everywhere around the body all represent its former identity.

Cenarius looked down at the forest elves, the ancient war trees, and the original thorn beasts that emerged from the Evergrove. He opened his arms filled with sulfurous fire and shouted:

"The Burning Legion exists to cleanse the erroneous influence that the shameless Titans have placed on this sea of stars. Many innocent worlds in the galaxy have suffered the same pain as you. They should have had infinite possibilities, but the arrival of the Titans killed their future!
The Titan invaders are eager to use their own methods to create so-called "perfect life." They can play the role of benevolent gods in the starry sea, but I already know how they will destroy those "less than perfect" lives. (Ps1)

The same goes for my hometown!
Maybe even I am their experimental subject!

I was once blinded by the power of order, but my promotion in the evil fire made me clear-headed, and the power of the Dark Titan explained the truth to me!

The starry sea has been deeply poisoned by order, and it needs a release from destruction.

Join us, Heart of the Hatred of Draenor. You have experienced the power of the Titan invaders. You cannot achieve revenge on your own with the weak Holy Light, but we can give you strength!

"Save it, polluter!"

Cenarius' invitation was interrupted by a familiar voice.

Under its astonished gaze, the giant-like Diakum, clad in a suit of armor woven from wood and vines, strode out of the ever-changing forest, which was spawning more forest elves and thorn beasts. He glared at the polluter who was spreading the "Fel Energy Bible" before him and responded:

"Perhaps the Titans' obsession with order and perfect life is a terrible mistake, but that doesn't prove that you fel scum are any good! The Heart of Hatred hates the Titans' interference and disruption of the fate of the Draenor world. It doesn't hate the world it was born in and you are now destroying it.

This alone is enough to ensure that the two sides are doomed to conflict.

The heart of life in this world cannot possibly obey you, and you underestimate the will, backbone, and courage of this world."

"You again! Tiny Draenei bug."

The Defiler glared at Diakum. It assessed the Vigilant's overpowering vitality, which had already reached the demigod level, and scolded him:

"So it blessed you and chose you to be the World Warden of Draenor? Oh, what a shame. It probably hasn't heard of the tragic fate of Argus. You once swore to defend your world, but what was the result?
Short-sighted fools will always find equally foolish collaborators. If that's the case, then I don't need to waste my breath!"

The Great Demon Lord sneered a few times.

It raised its hand and waved, and more fel rifts opened around the Everbloom. Amidst a low roar and the pungent smell of sulfur, it said:

"Since you are unwilling to cooperate, I can let these irritable sons of evil energy make my painstaking invitation on my behalf. It is just the remnant left behind by the fall of the Progenitor of Life. I have many ways to remove it from the wreckage of this world.

Anyway, all I need is that violent symbol of life.

A supreme demonic blade, powerful enough to contaminate and devour the entire astral sea, will be forged from its corpse! As for you, Diakum, many of your "old friends" in the Burning Legion want to catch up with you.
My advice is to enjoy the few remaining days you have.

Killer, kill him!

Use your wolf pack to cleanse this sad world, and then come and join me. We will soon return to our homeland, and the time has come to settle the grudge between you and your 'brother'."

After saying this, the projection of the great demon dissipated in the wolf pack's charge like a black tide, and casually sprinkled a "Withering Curse" on the Yongmao Forest in front of him. Amid the angry roar of Nargar, the father of Yongmao, the entire sacred forest seemed to have entered deep autumn.

The emerald green leaves turned yellow, and large areas of grass died.

The plague of withering death spread around the forest army, causing the hatred hidden deep in the woods to wail.

The pain of being hurt by the great demon was immediately transmitted to the forest elves and the thorn beasts. Their shared minds were filled with anger. While the black wolves charged forward, the furious forest elves also rode the thorn beasts to start a defensive battle in the wilderness.

Looking down at the wilderness from above, one can see that the lush woodlands have "come alive," and even the mountains and forests in the Talado region are "rolling" and revitalizing.

The summoned living trees are rushing to the battlefield from all directions to intercept and divide the wolves. The deep-sea sporemen emerging from the coast of Gorgrond are also following those huge and cold ancient abyss walkers to the flanks of the battlefield.

"Go and fight the Slayer! Diakam."

The Father of Evermore, who wore the seal of the Blood Drinker Malus, shouted to Dick in his spirit:

"Stop the demon wolf forged from shadows and corruption. Don't let it get close to the Evergrove. Our god was born from life. It can purify itself from the contamination of fel energy, but a fel carrier like Lycanthos will destroy it.

We will hold back the wolves and the demons!

The lives of this world will never admit defeat!"

"it is good."

Diakum summoned his sacred war steed, and the shining creature adapted to his size and became even larger. The light-forged Talbuk sheep as big as a thunder elephant charged in the scorching sun, shaking the earth.

Ordinary demon wolves cannot stop it at all, and there is no need to even hit it. The radiation of scorching light alone is enough to burn the evil body.

The Sentinel's size had grown, and the Ashbringer, which had once seemed a bit too large to hold in one hand, could now be swung and slashed in his left hand like a proper "one-handed sword", completely freeing up Diak'um's other hand.

"So this is the true meaning of 'Titan's Grip'? It's a 'privilege' for large creatures. Small creatures can't really use it, right?"

As Diakum complained in his heart, Kazak's Grudge, which had not appeared for a long time, was taken out and held in his right hand.

The saint's kills continued to accumulate as he slashed left and right. When he approached the center of the battlefield where the killer was, he swung his staff, and immediately the "Light-Forged Hellfire" filled with holy light roared down to clear the obstacles in front of him.

Since the words "Lightforged" and "Hellfire" sounded a bit cult together, Diakum decided to officially name it "Fist of Heaven".

"boom"

The heavy Fist of Heaven slammed into the ground like a platinum-colored meteorite.

While smashing the demon wolf to death, the rock structure filled with scorching holy fire crawled out of the pit. Because of the complete infusion of holy flames, the aura of sacrifice that came with this thing was replaced with a permanent "holy halo". Wherever they walked, they would leave behind enthusiastic dedication like Diakum.

The double AOE burned the demon wolves so much that they howled. The Sentinel's habit of putting all his skill points into "Punish Evil" also brought about an absolute qualitative change in his summons. At least when facing demons, the lethality of this thing was much stronger than the original Hellfire.

It's like a walking "evil energy purifier".

"Destroyer! Come face me!"

Diakum roared, and the great demon he had fought before rushed over to fight without fear.

The man and the beast had already known each other's strengths and weaknesses in the previous battle in Auchindoun. This time, there was no need for trial and they opened fire almost simultaneously. The first collision between the sanctified Seraph and the roaring Wolf Lord caused a dazzling explosion in the center of the battlefield. The scorching halo and the shattering claws dragged everything around into the chaotic AOE.

However, after only a few moves, Diakum discovered that something was wrong with the wolf in front of him.

It looked as fierce and domineering as before, but it was just a name.

This guy is like a cute fat otaku who has been staying up late for more than half a month and can't help but do some "handicrafts" every time when it's late at night. He looks fat but is actually so thin that he can't even squeeze in with old men and women on the bus.

It was almost hollowed out.
Diakum was certain that the black wolf in front of him had lost at least half of its strength!

And it was not the blessing of the evil energy. What it lost was the part of its own origin. It was because the lost power was filled by the blessing of the evil energy that the second battle between Lecanthos and Diakum was at a disadvantage from the beginning.

"What on earth did you do?"

The Vigilant sneered:

"Why are you so weak? Are the dire wolves of Draenor so attractive to you?"

"Do not ask."

Lycanthos was clearly unwilling to answer this question.

With a swift and ferocious leap, the demon wolf shattered the aura surrounding Diakum with one claw, and upon landing, it called upon fel energy to rain down apocalyptic fire, isolating the battlefield where it and Diakum were fighting from the wolf pack outside.

It was as if they were deliberately trying to prevent the process of this battle from being discovered by other demons on the battlefield.

“You just have to know that you’re going to get a big win here.”

The gloomy voice of the Slayer echoed in Diakmu's ears. It said:
"Kill me here, chop off my head and bring victory to your people and this pathetic world. Isn't this what you want? Wouldn't the death of a great demon of the Burning Legion make you, the 'Holy Light Butcher', feel happy?

If you don't kill me, the wolves will keep charging until they burn the woods you defend.

You have no choice! Diakam Sage.

As for what I want to do, it has nothing to do with you or the world!"

This sentence reveals some of the killer's thoughts.

But as it said, in the confrontation at this moment, Dick could not hold back at all. Surrounded by demons and losing ground in Yongmao Forest, all he could do was to kill the big demon in front of him as quickly as possible.

"Don't use your Heart of Argus."

The Slayer took a blow from the Ashbringer's sword and cried out in grief:

"Leave this power to your old friends in the Burning Legion. If you want to ascend to demigodhood, you need to hone your own strength, not just wield the limited power left in your world in places like this.

Your current strength is enough to kill me when I am weak.

Don't be like a child who never grows up and squander the limited pure world power. Your hometown is wailing in the evil energy. He doesn't want you to worry about Him, but He is working harder than you think.

"Ok?"

Diakum frowned as he slashed through the black wolf's body in the form of a seraph, leaving behind a series of solar storms.

He felt that the Killer's desire for death today was strange.

This black wolf, seemingly loyal to the Defiler and the Burning Legion, has a big problem!

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"The artifact lies ahead! Chase them and seize it! Blackhand and Gul'dan will reward us for this!"

Zuluhed, the chieftain of the Dragonmaw clan, waved his staff and roared, while his dragon riders howled and chased the "Fellowship of the Ring" in front of them, surrounded by a large number of demon bats.

Even though Maraad and the other two were skilled in archery and horsemanship, and the Sun Raven Lord Ruklan was powerful enough, and they had the crows of the god Ansu to escort them, they could not speed up at all when facing the double attack of the demon-blood orcs and demons.

The entire sky was filled with ferocious demons and winged dread demons, and even higher-level demons like the Ereduin's Doomguard were mixed in. He would give them a hard time when he had the chance. Rexxar made a judgment when he had just flown out of the border mountains of Gorgrond and was at least halfway to the city of Shattrath.

"We can't leave the sky! We have to move to land."

The Mok'Nathal orc grabbed a bow made of flowering vines and kept shooting. When he ordered Ruklan to land on the ground, he shouted to the two Draenei beside him who were fighting back with jeweled hunting rifles:
"I'll stay behind to cover your retreat, while Maraad escorts Garona and the artifact back!"

"No! I'll stay!"

Grandpa infused his empty hunting rifle with holy light and smashed it out, blasting an approaching demon bat into pieces. He grabbed his gem hammer and said to the two men:
"You can all sneak, you are masters at it, but my target is too obvious. Following you would only be a burden. I will stay behind to cover your retreat! Garona, give me the box containing the artifact!" "Here."

The orc assassin grabbed a handful of the artifact, stuffed it into her pocket, and tossed it to Rexxar. She then stuffed the remaining half into her own pocket, then locked the box and tossed it to Maraad. She said loudly:

"But the warlocks who are in hot pursuit can trace the artifact's aura. We can't escape."

"Quack, little fools! The world's primal life force is infused into the artifact. Take it with you through those living forests. The trees will help conceal your tracks and protect you."

Old Ansu's voice echoed in the ears of the three people. It also screamed fiercely:
"Two of you, hurry up! My true form is coming here with the Raven Men to provide support. Quack, I'll protect this blue-skinned garrison commander! Hurry and return the artifact to Shattrath. Demons and orcs are besieging it.

A great demon is attacking the city's shields, and another is walking through the twisting nether and about to enter this world, but the people in that city are still infected with the disease.

Send the artifact over!
Especially the healing ring, it can dispel the plague!"

"That's it. I've made up my mind. Saint. No, Uncle Diakme said I need to realize my potential and fulfill my responsibilities. I can't let him down, nor can I let my people down."

Granduncle stood up from the saddle of the Sunfire Raven, clutching his warhammer and staring at a two-headed dragon approaching. He put the box containing the artifact on his back and said loudly:

"I am Maraad! I am the Hand of Argus! Orcs, face me!"

"buzz"

The golden holy light gathered behind him into eagle-like wings, pushing Maraad to leap up and smash into the two-headed dragon opposite. Several terrified dragonmaw orcs were thrown down from the sky by the heavy punch. Then the uncle pulled the dragon's reins and rushed in the other direction.

"The artifact is on him! I saw that shining box on him! Don't let him get away!"

The orcs who were thrown off the dragon were caught by their own compatriots while falling. The latter immediately screamed and pointed out the direction for the Dragonmaw Cavalry. A large group of noisy demon-blooded orcs turned around and chased Maraad, but their chief Zuluhed was furious.

As a legendary warlock, he sensed it very clearly.

The artifact was in the hands of the other two, and Maraad was just a pawn. But during this delay, Rexxar and Garona had already landed on the ground under the escort of the ferocious Sun Raven. They rushed into the dangerous living forest and their breath was completely obscured.

"Search! Send in the demons to search!"

Zuluhed rode his powerful dragon over the Living Forest, giving orders to his fellow warlocks. He also planned to use his dragon's power to conduct a close reconnaissance, but the next moment, his mount scolded him:
"Are you brainless? Ah! I'm asking you if you're brainless!"

The Dragon Lord, Lord Lethon, was truly despairing of the foolish warlock behind him. He cursed:

"I've already told you this: this world's war has nothing to do with you. His Majesty Eranikus is watching you, fool! You need to take on more important responsibilities in Azeroth. Why waste your life here?

Just pretend!
Those artifacts are bound to the World Heart of Draenor, and their power can only be unleashed in this world, but you will eventually leave here."

"But the power"

Zulushid was still a little reluctant.

He looked greedily at the trees in the animated forest and whispered:
"Even if it only works in this world, it will give me strength comparable to that of a great demon."

"Don't be silly! There are plenty of things like that in Azeroth."

Lord Lethorn lied a little and bewitched him:
"What we are going to give you is a true divine weapon. What is a great demon? When you get the Dragon Soul, you will know what true power is! Now listen to me, don't waste your precious warriors here.

Is Black Hand treating you well?
Is it necessary to sacrifice your own future for his victory?
Most importantly, if these rings were in the hands of the leader of the Alliance of K'ure, Blackhand's war clan would be immediately at a disadvantage.

You are going to lose!
You must think for yourself in advance, go to Gul'dan, Zuluhed, Gul'dan is the real wise man, he knows what he truly desires."

"Well, you have a point, okay."

Zuluhed thought about it and felt that what his mount said was right, so he began to fish openly.

Lord Lethorn shook his head repeatedly after watching this scene.

Not only was the Dragonmaw Chieftain of this tribe of demons of ordinary talent, his mental abilities were also quite poor. If Gul'dan had not been noticed by several dangerous forces, His Majesty Eranikus would not have chosen Zuluhed as his servant from among the Demon-Blooded Orcs.

But cowards have their advantages, and the fact that they are easy to control is enough.

Green dragons are naturally good at using dream magic, and mind control is their special weapon. After being infused with fel energy, this power is greatly enhanced. With its status as a legendary dragon and the bonus of the "mythical creature" template such as the Guardian Dragon, it is easy for it to control a Zuluhed.

"Humph, if it weren't for the Nightmare Tyrant's major event that still requires your cooperation... Ah, you are truly a bunch of beasts with burnt brains."

Lord Lethon cursed in his heart, then looked towards Gorgrond.

I don't know if it's because this dragon lord always feels that the Slayer Lecanthos is a little "lacking in energy" today. Although that demon wolf is not the most powerful demon under the command of the Polluter, it shouldn't be suppressed by the Draenei saint throughout the whole process, right?

hiss.
Could it be that this black wolf is just like His Majesty Eranikus, serving the devil on the surface, but actually has his own plans?

What the hell!

What on earth is going on with this Burning Legion?

It would be fine if the big bosses had their own plans, but how come even "middle-level cadres" like His Majesty Eranikus and the Slayer have their own little thoughts?

I guess your Burning Legion is crooked from the root, right?

Blanch!
How can I play The Burning Crusade with a bunch of you insects?
What?
You say I'm an insect too?
Oh, that’s okay, that’s a good mess!
The messier the better!

We, the Magic Dragon, also understand that the bigger the wind and waves, the more expensive the fish!

While Zuluhed was "passively slacking off", Garona and Rexxar, who were armed with artifacts, were able to move in smoothly, but Maraad was in trouble.

He was shot down from a low altitude by a group of dragon roar orcs. After landing, he was surrounded by a group of magic wolves and demon guards. A crazy battle began on the border of Gorgrond.

My great uncle charged left and right with a war hammer in his hand, extremely ferociously, but he alone could not overcome the difference in numbers that was hundreds of times greater than his own.

His weapon was quickly shattered by a Fel Lord, causing Maraad to fall to the ground and roll several times before standing up. He drew his crystal sword and shield from his waist, but was chopped down by the Fel Lord's axe as he stood up.

The crystal shield exploded, but Maraad advanced instead of retreating.

He grabbed the crystal sword in one hand and something in the other and pounced on the Fel Lord, raising his fist and hitting the Fel Lord's helmet.

Such an attack was powerless against the magic steel, but the moment the fist touched the demon's armor, a blazing holy light burst out, "melting" half of the Fel Lord's body as he screamed.

This brutal attack scared off the surrounding demon wolves. As Maraad stood up panting, the thing in his hand finally emerged.

An irregular crystal.

Filled with golden holy light, it is a holy object that has been purified from the dark fragments of Narukala.

When they set out from the Temple of Karabor, these new recruits all received gifts from the Sentinels. The others completed the purification of the crystals in various ways, and Maraad was the slowest.

But it was not because of talent or luck. Maraad had many opportunities to use external forces to complete the purification like others, but he did not do so. He chose to use his own holy light to polish it deeper and deeper, and chose to use his own power to consecrate the dark crystal day after day.

Just like the process of the Vigilante forging the Ashbringer.

He regarded Diakum as an elder, so naturally he wanted to emulate his elder's great deeds. Now the purification of this crystal was complete! The sacred energy within it all came from his great uncle's own tempering.

"click"

Maraad looked around, picked up his smashed crystal hammer, wiped the blood from his face, grinned, placed the hot crystal in his hand into the broken hammer head, and then grabbed the shining weapon infused with holy flame.

Shining golden flames filled his "Hammer of the Naaru" like a torch, shining brightly with the rekindled light within him.

Holy light is an idealistic force that only blooms for the brave!
This was the principle that Diakum repeatedly taught these new recruits. Now, let them let the Holy Lie's primordial light bear witness to their courage and will.

The Seal of Endless Hatred on my great uncle's finger seemed to sense the determination of its holder. The activation of the Titan power and the might of the world made his momentum surge. He didn't care about the actions of the demons around him. Maraad rushed forward with his war hammer. When the first ball of flames burst out, the demon wolf screamed and turned into flying ashes.

Well, just looking at the momentum, he already has some of the bravery of a sentinel.

He just fought like that, swinging his hammer continuously, letting the Holy Light strengthen his fervent faith and light-forged courage, transforming himself into a demon slayer and fighting continuously until he had used up his last bit of strength.

He had seen his father in the revelation of the Heart of Argus. His father had once fought so fiercely and desperately on the Antoran Plains. His father had fought to protect his people and his hometown.

Just like myself now!
"Boom, boom, boom"

The strange vibrations of the ground made the demon wolves in the area feel the danger coming. When Maraad was standing on the "hill" made of the demons he had killed with his warhammer and was awakened by the outsider, he looked up dazedly and weakly and saw the worried, admiring and fearful gaze of the tiger man Karash Goldmane.

"You killed all of these? My god, you killed at least a few hundred demons by yourself! Those timid hellhounds didn't even dare to approach you. You are the worthy Blade of Holy Light, possessing the courage of Sunfire Gold."

The tiger man praised with exaggerated metaphors.

It looked at the dead and burning demon corpses around it, and then looked at Maraad, who was so weak that he could not even stand and was covered in wounds, with almost no good flesh, and said:

"Can you still walk? Will you come with us to Shattrath City?"

"Huh? Is it just you? It's dangerous out there."

The uncle wanted to answer but fell to the ground as soon as he took a step and was helped up by the tiger man. The tiger man, Kalash Goldmane, swung his tail and said to Maraad proudly:
"We know there are demons out there, but the Khajiit have their own weapons too! Look, we brought our 'big friends' with us."

Maraad followed Goldmane's finger.

In the distance, several giant Gronns and a large group of small Gronns were marching towards this side. Wherever they went, both the magic wolves and the demons would retreat in fear. And in front of those Gronns was an old tiger man dressed as a witch doctor.

The latter held high in his hand the Petrified Heart of Magnaron that he had previously snatched from the orcs.

Goldmane whispered:
"You and Lady Garona asked us to keep the artifact safe, but we don't know what went wrong. When the demon entered this world, the artifact began to vibrate. The petrified heart of the Magnaron seemed to sense the approach of the ancient enemy.

It released its power to us tiger people, allowing us to control it and summon gronn to help us in battle.

This may only be temporary.

But there is no doubt that these powerful creatures naturally hate demons!
Let's go.

Come with us to Shattrath City.

If the Khajiit are also members of the K'ure Alliance, then we should also contribute to this siege, and most importantly,

Goldmane stared at the Seal of Endless Hatred still shining on Maraad's finger, and then glanced at the hills of demons around him that were killed by the garrison commander alone. This was definitely not just Maraad's own power.

But this small killing has proved that the power of the "World Artifact" is not false.

Haki Tiger licked his lips and showed the greedy smile of a big cat when he saw the dried fish.

it says:

"Saint Diakum promised that if we contribute, we will also receive rewards. Hmm, I wonder how beautiful and powerful a ring like this would be on my finger. The Tiger People, who are scattered and disorganized, need a 'Bane King'."
Maraad, I heard that you Draenei are proficient in prophecy, so, looking at my face, do I have the potential to become the 'Saber King'?

Hey!
Don't faint, wake up! Give me some encouragement at least."

Ps1:

Even if you don't know the plot of the latest versions, you should have some idea of the "true image" of the Titans. I dare not think too much about the words spoken by the hidden BOSS Observer Algalon in Ulduar during the WLK period.

Every word is written in blood, no exaggeration.

Some brothers have pointed this out in the chapter commentary before, which also shows that Blizzard had already laid the clues of "Titan's darkening" a long time ago. Although the plots of the recent versions are outrageous, at least in this regard it is not a magical change.

The image of Titan is not a good person in the conventional sense, at least not the "great man of order" understood by many brothers.

Each of the six forces has its own "justice", which can be regarded as the hidden main line of this book.

(End of this chapter)