Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 161: 58. Kazak vs. Diakum: Old friends meet, and the road to hell is wiped out
"Roar"

Chieftain Blackhand, who arrived at the front line, swung the Dark Hand warhammer and jumped onto the collapsed walls of Shattrath City.

Under the cover of the breath of more than a dozen ferocious dragons in the sky, he and his demon blood warriors made rapid progress. The ogre barbarians under Mar'gok could not stop them at all. In addition, the battle with demons on the front battlefield had attracted all the defensive forces of Shattrath City there, making the flank raid led by the chief himself unobstructed.

Ahead is the Dome of Holy Light!
Although the Holy Word Barrier held up by old Velen was protecting the place, the two demon demigods, Kazzak and Magtheridon, had not been dealt with yet. They were also doing their best to attack the Prophet's defense. It was only a matter of time before this troublesome shield was broken.

"Charge! Follow me!"

The Great Chief swung his hammer and knocked down the city guard in front of him. He waved his hand to call the wolves of the Killers to appear from the shadows and charge forward. The brave tribesmen followed the footsteps of the Great Chief and marched towards the Dome of Holy Light. However, the warriors of the Alliance of K'ure in the city had no time to deal with the tribal soldiers who took advantage of the situation to loot.

There are too many demons!
Even though Archbishop Naili led the brave warriors to disrupt the demon summoning area, there was still a steady stream of ferocious monsters pouring into the battlefield. At this moment, all the encouragement and orders were in vain. All the warriors could do was to hold their own line and persist until the moment of victory.

But Chief Blackhand, who was advancing rapidly, soon saw a scene that made him furious.

"Why are the orcs over there waving the Blackrock banner?"

Blackhand grabbed the warlock beside him and roared:

"That's the clan my rebellious daughter founded?"

"Yes, Great Chief, Griselda betrayed your teachings. She gathered those who were unwilling to drink the devil's blood and preached dangerous ideas to them."

The warlock screamed:
"She, Grom's son, Durotan's daughter, and Kilrogg's son formed a force called Mag'har. They said they were fighting against you and the War Horde, and they wanted to liberate the orc civilization from your tyranny.

Such rebellion! Damn it!
Great Chief, they deserve to die, let your warriors kill them!"

"No need for you, I'll do it myself!"

Blackhand knocked the warlock who was still slandering on the battlefield aside.

He rushed towards the orcs who were resisting the demons with his warhammer in hand. The Mag'har warriors were located in the square in front of the Dome of Holy Light, which meant that the chieftain and his warriors did not even need to change direction.

"Mistress, be careful!"

Griselda Blackhand, who was killing demons, heard the warning from her guard captain Garan. She knocked down a demon guard and turned around to see her furious father rushing towards her.

The Great Chief's rage was so terrifying that he didn't care who was standing in his way. Even the demons were knocked down by the Dark Hand Hammer.

Griselda instinctively took a few steps back. Although she was shouting fiercely, she was still a little scared when she really had to face her father.

She knew how powerful the Black Hand was.

The Valkyries tried to stop the Warchief's death charge, but were knocked to the ground one by one by Blackhand's hammer. Gar'an swung her sword, but the Warchief broke the blade with a punch and grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up.

"Traitor! Damn it!"

Blackhand's huge, iconic black hand clasped its five fingers together, causing the brave female warrior to let out a miserable wail. He wanted to strangle these orcs who betrayed the tribe with his own hands as a punishment in the battle of Shattrath City.

But just as Gar'an was about to be strangled, another warhammer came roaring down, forcing Chieftain Blackhand to block the powerful attack with his own weapon. He looked at his daughter in front of him, at her angry eyes. The chieftain could see Griselda's fear of him in those eyes, but that did not stop her from stepping forward to rescue her warrior.

At this moment, the chief felt as if he had never known his daughter.

"boom"

The cold steel battle axe chopped down from behind, and amid Gaiara's roar, the axe blade hit Blackhand's rock-like arm. It failed to cut off the arm but saved the dying Gar'an.

"We are not afraid of you!"

Durotan's daughter kicked Gar'an backward. She grabbed her battle axe and stepped back. She and Griselda surrounded the warchief from the front and back. She shouted:

"You are the one who destroyed our people! Blackhand, you were easily deceived by Gul'dan and you are not worthy of being the warchief!"

"It's more appropriate for your father to say that."

The chief was too lazy to bother with the juniors.

But since his own daughter had drawn a knife against him, there was no need for him to linger here.

The warriors of the War Horde rushed forward and beat the Mag'har orcs back again and again. The orcs who drank the devil's blood far surpassed their "weak compatriots" in strength and destructive power. There was no need for Chieftain Blackhand to do it himself. This section of the position quickly collapsed under the fierce attack.

In the midst of this chaotic battle, the Great Chief, holding the burning Dark Hand warhammer, said to his daughter:

"You deceived me, which can be forgiven, but you secretly formed your own clan while I was still alive and used the Black Stone Battle Flag as your symbol. This is unforgivable!

You know the rules of the Blackrock Clan, Griselda. If you want to be chief, then challenge me first! Let those ridiculous sisters you found come with you, and I will teach you what the orcs' rules are."

"To hell with your rules, you blind old man! Even by your standards, I'm better than my two brothers! But you've never even looked at me straight in the eye! Only by defeating you can I become the chief?
it is good!
Then I will defeat you!"

The words of the Great Chieftain angered Griselda, and she ordered the Daughter of Blackhand to fight with a hammer that was very similar to her father's weapon. Gaiara also attacked from the other side to support Griselda's offensive.

The two female warriors are really brave and are the best among their peers, but unfortunately, pure will and courage are not enough to make up for the gap in strength, not to mention that it is a professional confrontation like a warrior where every move involves bloodshed?
Within a few minutes, Griselda was hit by Black Hand's heavy punch, and the embarrassed Black Hand's daughter flew out and hit the ground.

The breastplate she made with her own hands was shattered. She climbed up and wanted to continue fighting, but blood spurted out of her mouth. Gaiara, who was alone in front of her, was even weaker. Facing the powerful blow of the dark hand, Gaiara was soon forced into a desperate situation.

"I'm not afraid of you!"

Durotan's daughter screamed and swung her battle axe to continue the attack, but as Blackhand roared, a ghost wolf that jumped out of her shadow bit her shoulder.

Gaiara's attack went astray and the chief knocked him to the ground with a casual swing of his hammer.

"Your courage is commendable, but that's all you have left. You're not suited to being a warrior. The Frostwolf Clan is too gentle to themselves and others; they can't produce any good warriors!"

Blackhand kicked Gaiara onto Griselda, knocking her down again after she had finally stood up. He leaned the burning hammer in his hand, looked around, and said with a sneer:
"Where's the Grom kid? Why isn't he here? Is this all the Mag'har you formed? Are you guys planning to challenge the Horde's warchief?"

"Garrosh fights your demon master, and we kill demons. You obey them, but we attack them. Who is braver?"

Griselda helped Gaiara up. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and cursed:
"The Blackrock clan has never produced a chieftain who bows down to others in all these years, yet you kneel before the devil and beg for mercy. You are a disgrace to the Blackrock clan!"

"I use the power of demons, I drive the wolves to fight for me!"

The warchief strode forward, dragging his warhammer.

他 说:

"Can't you even tell the difference between submission and control? But I don't want to explain any more, daughter. This is the last time I will call you that. I will bury your bones next to your mother.

But your tombstone will only serve as a warning to others, letting everyone who knows your story see clearly the fate of traitors and losers!

"Humph"

Griselda's only response to her father's indifference was a snort.

She picked up her own battle axe and stuffed the cold steel battle axe into the hands of Gaiara who was vomiting blood. She used to look down on Gaiara, a clever guy, but now that the two of them were fighting against the chief together, they felt a real common hatred for the enemy.

The two female warriors grabbed their weapons and faced the execution hammer wielded by the black hand. Instead of waiting to die, they gathered their strength and charged forward, even though they would be beaten back even more miserably the next moment.

"May the Black Wolf God bless your souls."

Blackhand looked at the warrior who was unable to get up. He said something, then swung his hammer down, intending to kill the leader of the Mag'har tribe.

"boom"

The whistling cold battle axe hit Blackhand's execution hammer, causing the warchief to look back in surprise. He saw a large group of brown-skinned orcs rushing out of the Holy Light Dome under the cover of the Draenei amidst the deafening shouts and screams.

Their fierce offensive tore through the Demonblood Tribe's front line, and with the support of the beast herd, they joined forces with the Mag'har orcs.

It was Durotan, the wolf-riding leader, who threw the battle axe. The chieftain of the Frostwolf clan roared:
"Is all you can do to bully young people? Black Hand! You're a disgrace to our generation! Why don't you come and fight against some big guys like you?"

"Durotan? Aren't you infected with the Red Scourge?"

The Black Hand did show interest.

He was not angry because of the support of these Frostwolf warriors. On the contrary, he licked his fangs and felt that this was a good opportunity. All the traitors were gathered in front of him, and he could get rid of them all at once.

In response to his question, Lady Draka, who was guarding Durotan, looked at her seriously injured daughter with heartache.

She stared at Heishou with blazing eyes and scolded:

"The plague you spread can no longer harm this world, Blackhand. You and your Demon Blood Tribe are a bunch of corrupted people. Curse you!"

"Just a curse of weakness? Ridiculous coward!"

The Great Chief disdained verbal confrontation. Facing the siege of Durotan, Draka, Old White Claw and Mother Gaiaan, he no longer concealed his strength. He roared and called for the magic wolves to accompany him. The activation of the wolf spirit tattoo gave him brute force. He single-handedly resisted the attacks of these traitors, but nearly lost an arm when Draka's battle axe chopped him off.

Something is wrong!
Draka's power is a little too strong. Even an orc heroine shouldn't be this strong.

"It's the ring, isn't it? An artifact from Draenor."

The Warchief saw the Stone Heart Ring on Draka's finger.

He sneered and stepped forward again. The legendary warrior saw clearly that the ring only strengthened Draka's strength and did not give her any other protection.

This means she will be hurt if she is hit.

But just as the second battle began, there was a long scream accompanied by a meteorite-like fall, and a figure flew from a distance, hitting the battle circle of Blackhand and other chiefs right on target.

The thing made such a loud noise when it landed on the ground that it even shattered the ground and created an impact crater, which scared everyone, including Black Hand.

At the point where the rubble was falling, a finger with silver gauntlets stretched out, and the dusty Irel climbed out of the pit. She did not use the Holy Shield to protect herself this time, but the powerful defense of the Immovable Seal allowed her to remain unharmed in the impact that could have killed the Thunder Elephant.

"Why do I always have to fall like this? Damn demons, curse your souls!"

Yrel cursed.

She was obviously hit by the Doom Overlord's brute force, but when she stood up grabbing her "Ashebringer" giant blade, she immediately saw the Blackhand Chieftain surrounded by wolves, and then looked at the Mag'har orc leaders around her.

This made Yrel realize that his downfall might also be part of the "fate of Draenor."

"Blackhand! You and your warring tribes want to exterminate us, the Draenei. I have been granted the title of Archon, the next generation leader of the Draenei clans. I have taken on the oath of protection sworn by His Majesty K'ure. I will never allow ambitious tyrants like you to trample upon this world!"

Yrel raised her greatsword, letting her scorching holy light converge upon it. She stood with her orc comrades and shouted to the Blackhand Warchief before them:
"Come, let your war clan challenge the Alliance of K'ure on the battlefield of Shattrath City! You will take nothing away from this place except failure and fear! Warriors, follow me!"

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Yrel was originally cooperating with the other two Guardians to attack the Doom Overlord, but she was hit by Kazzak. Does this mean that the Guardians' attack on the Doom Overlord has failed?

No.

of course not.

The Doomsday Overlord found a new opponent. When the burning light of the Sun Wings appeared under the gloomy sky shrouded by fel energy, not only the Draenei cheered, but even the Doomsday Overlord Kazzak cheered.

It's felt.

Its broken soul was trembling, its broken devil horn was burning, and its single eye was staring wide-eyed at the sky.

It knows who that moving sun is!

"Diachem Zastins! You finally dared to crawl out of your doghouse! Come, face me! Face your eternal enemy!"

The Doomsday Overlord roared excitedly, the excitement of war making the power infused with evil energy burn even more ferociously and violently.

The three guardians holding the World Ring are very powerful, and if they unite, they can indeed defeat the Doomsday Overlord.

They could expel Kazzak and even more powerful demons from this world, but the Doomsday Overlord was very tenacious and would fight to the death even though he was covered in wounds, because these world guardians were not the purpose of Kazzak coming to the Draenor world.

Kazzak would not leave so easily before meeting the Vigilant Saint who had brought shame upon him twice.

Now, the real culprit has appeared.

The wings of the sun wrapped in burning light fell like a flaming meteor, rushing straight towards the huge body of Kazak. The Doomsday Overlord also roared with desire, swung the Doomsday Blade to meet it head-on, like a fel giant facing a meteorite.

A dazzling stream of light exploded in the air, and the impact ring it created shot straight into the sky, tearing a crack in the sky covered by evil energy, allowing sunlight to fall back into the chaotic city.

When the halo dissipated, Diakum in the air had already entered the form of Seraph.

Using the wings of the beam to lift itself up and float in the air, the scorching light of the Herald of the Blazing Sun spread with cheers, replacing the sun and bringing light to the battlefield, resisting the incessant ravages of the evil energy clouds and the evil fire storm.

Opposite Diakum, who was dual-wielding two swords, the disheveled Doomsday Overlord was also laughing wildly while leaning on the Doomsday Blade.

It felt the power of Diakum. Although it was still far inferior to the "Son of the Star Soul" during the decisive battle of Argus more than 20,000 years ago, the Sentinel had now reached the edge of demigod on his own.

Only such an opponent is worth spending more than 20,000 years to hate.

Kazzak really has a lot to say to the Holy Light Butcher.

It had already imagined many times in its not-so-intelligent mind the cool lines it would say when it "reunited" with Diakum, but when the moment really came, the big devil found that it had no interest in saying much.

Its demonic blood is boiling, its wounds are healing, and its already exaggerated strength is still increasing!

The strengthening from the fel energy was extremely active at this moment. Perhaps it was because the Twisting Void noticed the horrific "persecution" of demons by Diakum, the Ashbringer. The violent will of the Force also required Kazzak to transform into a "fel messenger" and kill the brave warrior of the Holy Light here.

Unless the Ashbringer is eliminated, the demons will never have peace!

"Then come! Killing and being killed is the path of the Legion!"

The Doomsday Overlord swung the giant blade, slashing down with the burning blade raised high while his tattered wings folded behind him. The Seraph did not have any further thoughts, as he was calm enough after being sanctified.

Then he stood up with his sword in hand.

Rushing towards these 20,000 years of "longing".

(End of this chapter)