Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 159 57. First he lost to the Hand of Argus, then he lost to the Alliance of K'ure. The Doomsday Overlord has no face left!
(Additional update for brother “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” [4/5])
"What a rubbish artifact! The same method won't work a second time against the Burning Legion! Die!"

The Doomsday Overlord roared and slashed down the Doomsday Blade wrapped in evil flames. It was fed up with all the red tape and the mess that happened every time it faced Diakum.

Diakme is not here.

It could feel its "stolen" soul in the north of this pathetic world with only one continent. It had to destroy this city as soon as possible and then complete the fateful one-on-one duel with Diakum.

I have to prove under the witness of the Dark Titan that I am still the strongest, most loyal and invincible servant of Lord Sargeras!
So, roadblocks, die!

"bang"

The giant blade of Doom slashed down and instantly wiped out more than a dozen arcane mirrors created by Mar'gok. The sharp blade smashed into the barrier of the Shield of Naaru. The terrifying explosion of evil flames finally made the barrier, which had already endured too many attacks, unable to bear the burden.

Amidst the piercing explosion, the holy light barrier that enveloped the entire center of the city began to shatter fragilely. Under the great demon's wildly laughing gaze, the golden "eggshell" was shattered by his mighty sword.

"Forward! Kill every Draenei in this city! No, not just Draenei, everyone must die!"

Kazzak's roar designated a target for the demons rushing into the city.

But these crazy bastards charged forward screaming, but without the necessary spellcasting support.

This made the Doomsday Overlord realize that something was wrong. Looking back, he saw that the area outside the city where the Eredar warlocks and spellcasting demons were located had been torn to pieces by a coalition of brown-skinned orcs, ogres, and arak men. In the chaos, one could also see the Krokuun Legion's hunting cavalry sweeping across the battlefield and trampling.

The raiders were led by a Draenei general. Kazzak remembered that he had seen him on the battlefield of Krokuun. His name should be "Jayd". They were very cunning and took advantage of the chaos to use the mass teleportation of the ogre wizards and shamans to send them to the weakest link of the Legion.

But there should be several Fel Lords guarding it.

However, those poor creatures have been shot dead by Nari and Yura. They will be sacrificed in the secondary ring of the Blood Drinker Malus to become sacrifices and nutrients for summoning the ancient ancestral beast.

What's worse is that the Archdemon can see in the distance that the "living forest" of the entire Talador and Nagrand region has formed an army of plants and is surrounding the city of Shattrath. This weak world not only does not surrender to the invasion of the Legion, but also dares to counterattack boldly?
Haha, what courage!

"Go find the Destroyer! I want his weakened pack to march towards Shattrath City immediately!"

Kazzak grabbed a Dreadlord that flew by and roared as it struggled in his giant hand. The Dreadlord was startled, and the cunning creature with a pale face immediately shouted:
"But the Doom Overlord, the Slayer is a servant of the Polluter. It is not from the same faction as us, the loyal subordinates of the Conquerors. It will not obey."

"Oh, the Conqueror has given me enough command authority. The Defiler yielded to our commander in order to gain the opportunity to invade Azeroth. It no longer has the right to dictate to me in this world.

Go and convey my orders!
immediately! "

The Doomsday Overlord was enraged by the stubborn resistance of these natives and roared:
"Since they want to rebel against the Legion, let Shattrath become the necropolis that buries this world! Where are the servants of the Shadow Council? Let them continue to summon! Summon more Legions into this world!
I want to ignite its core with my own hands.

I will turn this burning world into the withered graveyard of Diak'um!"

"As ordered."

The cunning Dreadlord had no intention of disturbing the Doomsday Overlord's "interest" in such matters. Although the invasion of Draenor was ordered by the Conqueror, who in the entire Legion didn't know about the personal grudge between the Doomsday Overlord and the "Butcher of Holy Light"?

Even the noisy little devils born in the most remote parts of the Twisting Nether can talk about the two shameful deaths of the Doomsday Overlord.

Kazak is just a little bit stupid, he is not a shameless devil.

After much difficulty, they got the specific information of Diakum from the Shaper. If they cannot avenge their previous defeat in this small world, this great Doomsday Overlord will really become a "coward" who is ridiculed by everyone in the legion.

After arranging the orders, Kazzak grabbed the burning giant blade and continued to torture old Velen.

It wants to capture the old prophet who has been on the run for more than 20,000 years, and after completing its revenge by killing Diakum, it will personally send Velen to the throne of the conqueror.

Alas, Kil'jaeden, who is clear about rewards and punishments, will definitely be very pleased with this.

"Stop struggling, Viren!"

Kazzak strode forward, waving his hands to rain down fire to add to the destruction of the city, while roaring loudly:

"Your city and your people are doomed! The exiled Draenei are doomed, but if you surrender, I will spare the kneeling ones!
Yes.

I will return them to Argus, fulfilling the longing of you pitiful exiles to return home.

Get down on your knees, Velen.

This is your last chance to save your people."

"Don't listen to it, Great Prophet."

While sending out an arcane explosion of astonishing power, Emperor Mar'gok said to the old prophet who was silently casting a spell beside him:

"The words of demons cannot be trusted! Even we ogres will not believe their promises. The world's artifacts have been returned. The Alliance of K'ure will win today!"

"I witnessed the fall of Argus. It was my nightmare. Draenor is the second home of the Draenei. This world accepted us."

The Prophet grasped the Heart of Argus pendant hanging around his neck.

He stroked it, calling upon the might of Argus in his heart, and cried out:

"The Draenei will never allow Draenor to become another Argus! Demon, you will take nothing from this world except disappointment and fear! Holy Light, bear witness to us."

Velen's call not only activated the temporary strengthening of the Heart of Argus, but also attracted the burning holy light in his palm, which turned into a dazzling stream of light and shot straight into the sky after accumulating power. Then, with the angry roar of the Doom Overlord, it turned into a Holy Word Barrier that covered the city, just like the Shield of the Naaru just now. After the two big demons smashed the city's defenses, Velen turned himself into the second defense of Shattrath City.

More than that.

The power of the Holy Light Demigod transformed into circles of holy halos that radiated to the entire battlefield with him as the center. Wherever it went, holy fire was ignited, burning all the fragile lower-level demons, sweeping across the entire battlefield like a charging light-speed cavalry.

Although Velen does not have the destructive power of Diakum's "Ashebringer", he specializes in protection and healing and has his own holy light morality.

If Diak'um is the outstanding creation of the Holy Light on the path of "Punishment", then Velen is the brilliant sublimation of the path of "Protection and Healing". The pulsating halo released by him swept across those brave warriors, whether they were Draenei or Mag'har Orcs, whether they were Ogres or Midnight Crows, at this moment they were all strengthened by the Holy Light from Velen.

The shining holy patterns floated up through their armor, turning the scorching purifying fire into a protective halo.

Heal their wounds, soothe their weakness, and strengthen their strength!
An ogre warrior from the Blood Hammer clan looked down foolishly at the light wrapped around him. Under the astonished gaze of the surrounding demons, the idiot stretched out his hand and licked the holy light on the back of his hand with his tongue.

It seemed as if it wanted to taste what these golden lights tasted like.

A few seconds later, a foolish yet ferocious smile appeared on its foolish face, which was shrouded in light. It grabbed the tattered stone hammer covered with holy flames and shouted:
"Golden light is sweet! Golden light tells powerful Grok that killing demons will bring more food! Golden light is good! Demons are bad!
Damn the devil!

die! "

The ogre howled and rushed forward dragging a stone hammer, smashing the head of the demon guard in front of him into its chest with one hammer. Enshrouded in golden light, the ogre felt that he had endless strength.

The same thing happened everywhere on the battlefield. The warriors of the Alliance of K'ure launched a swift counterattack wherever they were, led by commanders wearing the secondary rings of Draenor's power.

When Velen abandons attacking and devotes all his strength to protection and healing, he alone can change the course of a war!

"Ah! Stubborn prophet, you irritate me!"

The Doomsday Overlord was enraged again.

This guy has such a big body, but his temperament is surprisingly small.

Being provoked so many times in just a few minutes was really too weak, and it was obvious that he was not a good warrior. But he was determined to beat Velen down. Facing Mar'gok's magical attack, Kazzak loudly summoned his lieutenant Magtheridon to come to help.

The good news is, Magtheridon is here.

The bad news is that the Abyss Titan is not alone, it also brings its own opponents.

"boom"

The Doomsday Overlord's giant blade, wrapped in evil flames, slashed towards the direction where Velen was. As long as he hurt the old prophet, he would have no chance of maintaining this battlefield-level enhancement, but Kazak's face changed slightly.

The "touch" of this knife is not right!
It felt that it had gathered all its strength but it seemed as if it had chopped off Lord Sargeras's toes. Not only was the other party not injured, but its own hand was also hurt by the shock.

The Lord of Doom retracted the giant blade and looked down.

Well, goodness, a little hoof was holding a shield high and grabbing a holy blade to block in front of Velen. The full-strength attack he had just made was taken by her with the protection of the artifact connected to the world under the protection of holy light, but apart from making Irel look dirty, it hardly caused any injuries to her.

"Is this the power of the Great Demon? It feels ordinary."

Irel himself was a little confused.

She glanced at the black ring on her finger and thought that the defensive effect of this seal of immovability was surprisingly good. Perhaps if she had not used the Holy Protection spell just now, she would have been fine even if she had taken the blow from the Doomsday Overlord.

It can't hurt itself!

At least on the land of Draenor, the destructive power of the Doom Overlord did not exceed the limit that the power of the world could cope with.

Moreover, his blood was locked. This artifact locked his vitality that had been strengthened to the perfect demigod level. If he wanted to kill her in Draenor's embrace, the Doomsday Overlord would have to be at least twice as strong.

But the little hoof's "honest evaluation" obviously hurt Lord Kazak's fragile self-esteem.

After the little hoof expressed that its strength was ordinary, Kazzak roared, grabbed the Doomsday Blade and smashed it madly at where Yrel was, just like an angry old man holding a hammer to deal with those stupid bosses who owed wages.

Hey, you don’t have to pay back the wages you’re owed, so go choose a good coffin for yourself.

"Boom, boom, boom"

The fel energy explosion caused by the giant blade's strike quickly turned the place where Yrel was located into broken ruins, but in the rolling lava, the Archon, who had been designated as the next leader of the Draenei clan, jumped out of the hot magma intact, raised his sword and chopped off half of the head of the evil demon that crawled out with the wings of holy light.

Irel straightened up and looked helplessly at the shattered jeweled round shield in his hand.

The shield was shattered, but she only had a few burn marks on her armor and a few scars on her arms and neck. Apart from that, the Doomsday Overlord's crazy slashing could not cause her any more damage.

The upper limit of Draenor's world artifact is certainly not as good as the fully enhanced Heart of Argus, but its lower limit is really high.

What's more, Yrel also has the Heart of Argus!

Who says the same person can't use two world artifacts at the same time?
"Argus, my homeland! Witness me!"

Possessing the dual "nationalities" of the Son of Argus and the Son of Draenor, she grasped the two-handed holy blade that she named "Apostle of Ashes" in both hands. The moment the power of Argus's star soul awakened, she spread her wings and leaped towards the Doomsday Overlord in front of her, just like when she challenged the Gronn.

Of course, the Doomsday Overlord is much taller than Goron.

Yrel couldn't jump onto the Archdemon's face.

But it doesn't matter, she has teammates!

"Go! Give that idiot a blow and wake him up!"

Leader Mar'gok raised his hand and waved it, and a portal appeared in the trajectory in front of Irel's eyes, allowing the warrior of Holy Light to cross the space and reappear above Kazzak's head.

"Don't think about it!"

The Doom Lord knew what Yrel was up to.

But one of its precious magic horns had been broken by Diakum ten thousand years ago, and it could not allow this damned Draenei to break its second horn.

It swung its claws at Yrel, trying to strangle the poor bug to death.

However, the same thing goes, Yrel has teammates, unlike Kazzak, who relies on his high level to come alone to play the "Draenor Dungeon". Do you understand the "Five Guardians" mechanism created by the Vigilants for this dungeon? He relies on his high stats to play it alone!
"boom"

Terokk, the King of Claws, came at him like a meteor, gathering strength in the air, and with the enhanced demigod power granted by the Heart of Stone, he delivered a fatal sword strike while flying at high speed.

"boom"

The Sword of the Sun King in Terok's hand shattered, but behind it, Kazzak's claws were severed at the wrist.

Amid the painful roar of the great demon, the perfect coordination of the three world guardians allowed Yrel to slash Kazzak's head with a sword, like the momentum of "The Fall of the Great Wilderness", amid the blessing power and angry rebuke of the two worlds of Draenor and Argus.

Holy light erupted!
This attack really had the grace of a Sentinel. The exploding holy storm was like a "beauty face mask" for Kazzak, burning him so much that he howled and retreated.

One eye was blind, but what was even more tragic was that the intact magic horn was also shattered with a buzzing sound under Irel's slash, and then whistled and pierced into the ground under the Holy Light Dome.

The somewhat tired Drek'Thar looked expressionlessly at the sharp devil horn in front of his eyes.

He now seriously suspected that Yrel might be deliberately bullying him, the "blind prophet". After all, the little hoof had always been dissatisfied with all orcs because of the incident in Amberli Village, and just now, if this blind man had taken one more step, he would have been pierced by the demon horn that fell from the sky.

"Well, why get angry with the youngster? She's fighting for the world and for us. What a good kid."

A hand was placed on Ner'zhul's shoulder and patted.

Amidst hearty laughter, the healthy Durotan came out carrying his battle axe.

Behind him were his wife Draka, his good friend Old White Claw, Mother Gaiaan, Archon Hatun, and others, as well as the warriors of the Alliance of K'ure who had fallen into despair because of the plague and innocent people of various races.

They recovered through the healing and strengthening of the world's power.

They escaped the adverse effects of the plague and finally appeared on the battlefield where the Burning Legion first collided with the world of Draenor.

Chief Durotan looked at the battlefield in front of him and was about to say something to boost morale, but before he could open his mouth, a bloody Doom Lord wailed and fell in front of them, scaring everyone.

The strong and powerful old man Leolox from Mok'Natha jumped down carrying a gronn bone halberd. The old hunter looked expressionlessly at these people who had just recovered from the plague and were in urgent need of "rehabilitation". He wiped the Blooddrinker Malus's secondary ring on his finger and threw a few rings to the commanders in front of him.

He pointed at the pit lord Magtheridon who was still raging in the distance, and said to Durotan and Draka:
"Now that you've recovered, let's go hunting! I'm going to hunt that great demon, and I need some help. Also, my herd told me that Blackhand is bringing his men, and he wants to take advantage of the chaos to attack the city."

"He thinks beautifully!"

Durotan propped the coldsteel battleaxe in his hand.

He looked at the Stone Heart Ring in his hand and handed it to his wife, saying:
"The children formed the Mag'har to draw a clear line between themselves and the warring Horde. We old men don't see things as clearly as they do. It's a disgrace to our generation. If Blackhand wants war, then let us give him war!
It was us who caused the mess in the first place, so we should solve it ourselves and not leave the trouble to the children. This is our responsibility and our mission.

Warriors of the Frostwolf Clan, follow me!

It's time to say goodbye to the warring tribes."

(End of this chapter)