Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 183 6. The Prestor family weakly claims Get! [55]

(Additional update for brother “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” [5/5])
"boom"

The fireworks exploding high in the sky in the distance made Diakum look up. Next to him, Lieutenant Windsor, who was listening to the Sentinel's explanation of the Holy Light Doctrine, immediately shouted:

"That's the direction of the Traveler's Camp! Oh no, General Gavinrad is in danger!"

He pulled the reins and was about to charge forward, but the next second Dick reached out and pinned both him and his horse to the ground. The sentinel shook his head and said:

"It's meaningless for you to die alone. Courage alone isn't enough to save people. You need to use your brains to fight, otherwise you'll just be a soldier your whole life. Do you want to be a marshal?"

"Ah? Me? Marshal? Stop joking. I'm just thankful to be a major in my lifetime."

Lieutenant Windsor was now covered in cold sweat.

This Draenei is so strong!

He controlled himself with one hand, causing the strong warhorse to wail. Is this guy a monster?
Dick looked back at the guy who would one day become the Marshal of Stormwind Kingdom, nicknamed "The Courage of Thorium". Well, if it weren't for the urgent need to solve the problem of Medivh, Diakum might have started from Windsor and continued his damn "hero training game".

However, the "Azeroth Card Pool" is indeed extraordinary. An outstanding mortal hero like Marshal Reginald Windsor is probably only a high-quality SR at best.

"Lady Aegwynn, could you please take us to the traveler camp?"

Dick asked, turning around.

Aegwynn nodded. The orc warlock blocked the teleportation, but such a restriction seemed like a ridiculous piece of paper to her. However, Chromie beside her shouted:

"I can't participate in this kind of mortal battle. Ahem, what I mean is that bards must avoid direct combat."

"Then you stay here and help us look after the luggage."

The sentinel waved his hand, and ordered the panicked Lieutenant Windsor to prepare his weapons. He then took out a shield from his horse's pouch and held it in his hand. It was clearly a personal shield, but in the hands of the half-giant it was just like a small round shield, and it was so light that it had no texture at all.

Faced with the foreign giant who took away his shield, the human lieutenant dared not say a word and could only follow him with a long sword and a dwarf musket on his back towards the portal that Lady Aegwynn had opened.

The moment they stepped into the portal, Aegwynn handed Diakum an exquisite magic brooch and said:
"If you intend to continue your Path of Light and Shadow Trial, then it's best not to walk the mortal world with such a striking posture. Your body is too strong. The strongest Vrykul in Howling Fjord is several heads shorter than you.

In today's world where power is declining, you have to learn to block out the supernatural.

This brooch comes from a dragon's hoard. It allows you to disguise yourself as a more ordinary person. Don't worry, ordinary combat without the use of the Force won't break your disguise."

"Thank you for your gift. I'll be happy to serve you."

Diakum took the brooch and pinned it on his wolfskin cloak. As his fingers stroked it, a panel popped up:

[Magical Artifact·Illusion Brooch: Dragons who are not proficient in Transfiguration can use this to walk in the mortal world. It contains "Advanced Dragon Language Magic·Illusion", which can greatly conceal the self-image, and the phantom face can be shaped by oneself.

The illusion granted by this item cannot withstand the impact of combat involving the Force.

hint!

The item's illusion spell has a high level of energy, and skin contact will not make it ineffective. Many vulgar dragons like to use this thing to seduce ignorant girls and spend a wonderful night with them.

caveat!

The phantom will change your body shape. Your [Wrath of Half-Giant] talent will be temporarily ineffective during the phantom state.

Extra tips:

It's okay, just average, far inferior to our Great Void's Flesh Curse Transfiguration, but... Alas, little Nari is finally able to help!]

"Zhao! You XXX! Go to hell, you bastard!"

Shadow Apprentice Diakum was finally able to ignore the precepts of Holy Light and curse loudly. While cursing, he activated the Transfiguration Brooch, allowing the power of magic to cover his huge body.

His mind sensed the changes in his body and quickly molded a human body for himself just like pinching his face.

Under the shocked gaze of Lieutenant Windsor, when the psychedelic light dissipated, the half-giant Draenei turned into a yellow-skinned human of medium build, strong and sturdy, with black hair and black pupils.

Diakum, in his phantom form, jumped up and down on the spot. He was not used to losing his tail and regaining his normal legs. The change in his body required him to spend some time to readjust to the rhythm of battle.

But his strength was all there, so he had to be restrained in battle to avoid using too much force and tearing this "fragile" disguise.

"It's okay. We can handle orcs without any problem."

Dick turned around and gave the lieutenant a smile from his previous life, and asked:

"Do I look handsome in this outfit?"

"good."

The honest Lieutenant Windsor replied:

"Your unique pupil and hair color make you look like a member of the legendary Prestor family from the Northern Frontier. It is said that all members of that noble family have black hair and black pupils, which are the marks of their bloodline."

"Well, do they have family members in Storm Kingdom?"

The moment they passed through the portal, Diakum asked casually. The lieutenant rushed after him, sword in hand, and whispered:

"No, at least General Gavinrad didn't tell me. I'm not from a noble family."

"Swish"

Like passing through a door with pressure, Diakum stepped into the traveler camp that was being besieged by orcs.

All that came into view was the flashing of swords and the shadows of sabers. General Gavinrad was fighting alone against the siege of three orcs. More than half of the warriors he brought with him had been lost. The original herbalists and soldiers in the camp were in bad luck. They could only huddle on the second floor, shivering, and supporting the people below with muskets.

"Ah! Damn beast!"

Lieutenant Windsor was furious when he saw his brothers lying in a pool of blood. He rushed forward with his sword and chopped down an orc warrior with one blow. But then a giant wolf howled and rushed over. When the terrifying wolf was about to bite the promising lieutenant to death, the flying shield hit the giant wolf's forehead with a whistling sound, bursting its brain, and then returned to Diakum's hand with a strange bounce.

Protection Paladin Skill: Avenger's Shield.

Although it is not covered by the power of holy light, it is deadly enough even if it is only delivered with the warrior's method.

Diakum did not use the Flame Blade. The greenskins in front of him were not worthy of him using the warrior's artifact. He casually pulled out the Storm Kingdom's standard one-handed sword from the corpse at his feet and shook off the blood on it.

Hold the shield in front and charge with the sword.

Like a starting dump truck, under the horrified gaze of Lieutenant Windsor, the saint from another world rushed away everything in his way, no matter it was the gloomy giant wolf or the savage greenskin, no one could withstand his simple combat skills that did not exert any energy.

It's like a professional guy coming to fry a fish pond.

"What are you standing there for? Follow me!"

The sentry who had entered combat mode shouted coldly, causing the lieutenant to quickly stand up and chase after him with a sword in hand.

When the sentinel knocked the orc down, he went up to give him another sword strike. Just like a newbie led by a big boss, he gathered warriors along the way and killed General Gavinrad.

"Greenskin! Die!"

Although Gavinrad, who was able to become a general, was born into a poor noble family, he really worked his way up from the bottom by fighting against murlocs, gnolls and gnolls to reach a high position. His many years of military career made him a powerful fighter.

Even if an ordinary orc activated his blood rage, he might not be able to defeat him. Despite being injured, the general killed the three greenskins who were besieging him.

But he knew in his heart that if this continued, the camp would definitely not be able to be saved and he would die in battle.

They underestimated the greenskins, and this is the price of arrogance.

"I'll open the road, and you lead the people in the camp to retreat!"

The helper who came with a shield smashed the shield to kill the orc hunter who rushed over, and then swung his sword to kill a wolf priest who summoned wolves. He said to Gavinrad:

"Don't look back. Retreat all the way to Redridge Mountains."

"Huh? Who are you?"

The general looked at the powerful warrior with black hair and black eyes in surprise. How come he didn't know that he had such a powerful general under his command? But when he saw the iconic wolfskin cloak and the strange armor in an alien style, he knew that this was the human form transformed by the magic of the Draenei giant.

他 说:

"We're retreating, what about you?"

"I will stay here. You just fired the signal flare. My soldiers will come from all over the swamp to join me. I have to hold on until the last soldier returns."

Diakum said casually:
"Don't worry about me. The orcs can't do anything to me. I'm concerned about you and your brothers. After seeing the ferocity and danger of the greenskins with your own eyes, do you know how to write a report when you go back?"

"Well, you didn't exaggerate the threat of the green-skinned orcs at all. We were too arrogant before, Your Excellency. I apologize to you."

General Gavinrad, supported by the lieutenant, said:
"I will definitely bring back more warriors to defend Redridge Mountains."

"What you see now are just ordinary orcs. You have no idea of the destructive power of those dangerous and legendary chieftains, General."

Dick threw the shield, now dented by violent use, for the last time. After three leaps of the shield killed two orcs and a demon wolf, he turned around and cast a healing circle on the human soldiers fighting bloody battles before him, saying:

"Let me be frank. The Storm Kingdom can't stand up to them right now! Your city walls can't stop the Black Wolf God's hunting pack! While there's still time, call for help. Get all the human kingdoms in the northern border mobilized!
If you cannot unite, if those famous legendary commanders among humans cannot come here and fight against the powerful enemy together, then the Storm Kingdom will become the dust of history.

Go back and tell Anduin Lothar and Llane Wrynn exactly what I said. Do not look for me; I will meet him in Redridge Mountains when the time is right.

Hopefully, he'll have enough warriors by then."

After saying this, Diakum didn't give the human general a chance to answer. He bent down, picked up two orc battle axes, and held them in his hands. He rushed out like a Titan's Grip in a violent battle, and a storm of slaughter was set off in the blink of an eye.

That terrifying fighting posture made Gavinrad deeply aware of the value of the title "Saint".

He is indeed extraordinary.

Under the escort of Diakum, the "Fish Exploder", the general escaped from the besieged traveler camp with his remaining troops and the frightened herbalists in the camp. At this time, Garona and Khadgar finally arrived.

They were carried here by several Yangyan Crowmen in their claws.

"Saint, we've found the temporary camp of the warriors of the K'ure Alliance! There are over 1,700 of them, and they've gathered and are heading here."

Garona hadn't actually found any trace of Diak'um, but the cunning orc assassin knew what to say now.

She shouted in Orcish.

The effect is immediate.

The greenskins, who had already suffered psychological trauma from the Alliance of K'uren in the final battle of Draenor, immediately and decisively chose to retreat when they saw the appearance of the Crowmen.

Diakham didn't chase either.

He noticed that the green-skinned raiders had taken away almost all the supplies in the camp, and he immediately realized that these guys had run out to scout and run into humans just because they didn't have enough food.

Come to think of it, for such a big city, the daily consumption of hundreds of thousands of greenskins is a terrifying number. If humans can grasp this point, perhaps there really is a way to reverse the situation in a short period of time.

"Tell me, how many people are there in real life?"

After the last giant wolf disappeared into the shadows, Diakum stretched his body, which had just been warmed up, and looked at Garona. His assassin granddaughter was now circling around the new image of the Sentinel in amazement.

She stroked her chin and commented:

"Not bad! As expected of a saint, he has good taste. Much more handsome than the coward next to me."

"When you flatter your grandfather, he will be very happy; but when you flatter him at the wrong time, he will be unhappy."

Dick reached out and tapped Garona on the head, saying:
"I'm asking you something serious."

"There weren't 1,700 people, but about 800. Most of them were injured, and less than half of them were able to fight. But the good news is that everyone who survived got out of the greenskin fortress."

Garona immediately reported:

"They told me that before the fortress was teleported, the god Ansu gave the Crow People instructions, so when the Claw Guards retreated, they basically took the nearby warriors with them. You know the number of Crow People, so the number of unlucky people left in the city was not as many as we thought.

But there is one thing you must know.

Our warriors were able to escape thanks to the secret help of the Black Wolf God. Many of the wounded said that they were brought out in despair by those ghost wolves that could travel through space.

The warriors generally believed that this was the Black Wolf God showing goodwill to us.
What do you think? "

"Lycanthos hasn't fallen so far as to need to show goodwill to the Alliance of K'ure. This is its attitude."

Diakham said:
"It doesn't want us to rashly intervene in the upcoming war between the greenskins and humans. No, to be more precise, it doesn't want us to intervene in the showdown between it and Goldrinn's hunting pack."

"Goldrinn?"

Khadgar, who had already learned the basics of the Draenei language, caught this word and said in surprise:
"Isn't this the name of the demigod of the wilderness in the Druid sect? There are occasionally some boarmen and bear druids in Dalaran, and Archmage Ur has also done in-depth research in this area. I have read a series of his works.

Is the orcish Black Wolf God actually related to the elves' Wolf God?"

"It's hard to explain in just a few words."

Diakum waved his hand and said:
"You only need to know that humans are in trouble. If Goldrinn, the Moon of Rebellion, does not come forward, Lycanthoth will drive the greenskins all the way to the northern border. He is forcing Goldrinn to awaken from his slumber. He demands that Goldrinn leave the Emerald Dream and travel to the eastern continent to complete his fateful duel with him.

This is a challenge from the black wolf to the white wolf.

Lycanthos has released our warriors, and it is asking—no, it is begging—for me to not intervene in this fateful confrontation."

"So what would you do?"

Garona asked:
"Are we really going to sit back and watch the greenskins destroy the human kingdom? I've gathered a lot of information about Stormwind Kingdom from Khadgar along the way, and I've discovered they really don't stand a chance! The hundreds of thousands of greenskins brought here aren't civilians at all; they're all elite warriors of the warring tribes!"
There are also fierce characters like the Burning Blade Master, the Dragon Warlock, and the Wolf Priest. The Black Wolf God has given them the hunting pack. How can the Storm Kingdom resist this power? "

"We must definitely intervene, but not in the same way as the Alliance of K'ure."

Dick motioned his granddaughter to calm down and said:

"The faith of the Holy Light flourishes among the human race. When necessary, I can use it to forge victory, but until that necessary moment arrives, we must remain low-key. This is the way you fight best, Garona: huddling in the shadows and making your move after careful consideration.

Is there a commander among the assembled warriors of the Alliance of K'ure?"

"Yes, there is an important person."

Garona pointed to the distance and said:

"Gaiara, the Mag'har 'Great Prophet', was caught up in this, having missed the elemental teleportation of Garrosh's group. She is now leading that group of warriors. Her temporary lieutenant is Tormok, a centurion of the Gorian Expeditionary Force.

A powerful ogre noble, deeply trusted by Prince Mar'gok.

Gayara said she saw Jorrin Deadeye involved, but the warlock is nowhere to be found."

"Okay, have them come to see me. I'll give them some instructions, and then you two will follow me to Karazhan."

Dick glanced at the broken sword in his hand, threw away the hilt, and said:

"Let's put aside who wins and who loses in the war between the greenskins and humans. Justice must be served in Draenor. Medivh, the 'culprit', can no longer go unpunished!"

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"So, these are the reinforcements you summoned? Two demigod liches! The power of this world is truly outrageous. I've been here for less than three days and I've already encountered three demigods."

Diakum made some arrangements and asked Gaiara to take the warriors to Redridge Mountains to rest. After leaving the camp under the cover of night, he saw Aegwynn's reinforcements and sighed:
"But you really don't know how much my Holy Light hates these creatures of death. I'm really afraid that when I face Medivh, I won't be able to control myself and purify the lich next to me first."

"Then you have to be able to beat them first."

Seeing her powerful old friends arrive on time, Aegwynn felt less worried. She stepped forward and introduced Diakam:
"This is Merry Winterwind, the first archmage of Dalaran. He is a half-elf who followed Emperor Thoradin to fight against the Amani trolls 2,800 years ago. Death tried to take him, but the resilient Merry returned from the dead."

Diakum looked at the robed half-elf lich in front of him. The other party was also looking at him, but the next second, the Vigilant said in a deep voice:

"It is not a proper act to seal a great demon within your body, lich! I can hear Kasanatiel's roar from here."

He looked at the lich, but his gaze passed through the lich's dead body and into the hidden depths of his spirit.

他 说:

"Hello, Casanatier, we meet again after we parted in Argus."

"I have never seen the unruly Nathrezim Dread Lord within me so afraid of something."

The half-elf lich with a hood covering his face said in surprise:

"It screamed at you as 'The Light Butcher'! Have you seen it before?"

"I've seen it more than once. Twenty-five thousand years ago on the battlefield of Argus, I slew it three times? Or four times?"

Diakum in human form waved his hand and said:

"Seeing my 'old friend' makes me happy, and you can be happy too, Lich. When you are by my side, Kasanatir will not try to control you. It will be very docile and lend you all its power.

All because this coward was too scared to face me."

After saying that, Diakum looked at the other lich.

This is a Highborne elf.

Even after transforming into a lich, his elegant demeanor and gentle smile remained unchanged.

He held a Grimoire of Highborne Hymns in his hand and the exquisite Grand Mage's Staff of Torrents in his hand, and looked at Diakum curiously. The facial changes brought about by the Illusion Brooch could not be hidden from a spellcaster of this level.

When Diakum looked at him, the elegant elven lich took the initiative to introduce himself:
"My name is Farondis Nar'thalas, Phoenix Guardian of Quel'Thalas. It is an honor to meet you, saint of foreign lands."

"My name is Diak'am Zastins, Vigilant and Third Archon of the Eredar. It is an honor to meet you, 'Betrayer' of Queen Azshara.

I have heard your story from Master Demon Hunter Arantien and Fel Prince Saropayne. I am very interested in your life story. It is still a long way to go to Karazhan. May I have the honor of hearing about your life story? "

Ps:

I currently owe 150 chapters, and there will be an additional chapter on the 20th. I calculated the progress before, and it seems that 20 chapters a month is too slow, so 30 chapters a month is better, and I will try to finish it as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)