Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 190 13. Every request is granted: The humble petition of the Black Wolf God
"Cough cough. Ugh."

When Diakum regained consciousness, he saw the worried gaze of his granddaughter Garona.

He wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth he vomited something strange.

Under the disgusted and shocked gaze of Tarecgosa beside him, the Sentinel reached out and took out a piece of strange flesh from his mouth. It was unknown who bit it off from. There was a black eyeball shaking from side to side on this bloody thing. It was probably when Diakum pounced on the Void Clan's tentacles and took a bite when Diakum went crazy.

hiss.
The effect of this Ancient Frenzy seems a bit scary, why is it still on your lips?

"I really have to wonder if I've eaten something I shouldn't have. Next time I need to wear a helmet before using this move. Who wouldn't wear a helmet before using Ancient Madness?"

Dick complained and tried to stand up but found that he was extremely weak. His strong muscles were limp and he couldn't use any strength at all, as if he had overdrawn his life by tens of thousands of years at once.

"Give me a hand."

He said this, and Garona immediately stepped forward to help her grandfather.

But Dick's half-giant size was not something a half-orc like her could support. Fortunately, the talent of the Wind of Resurgence was strong enough, and with the "breathing to restore blood" mechanism, Dick could soon move freely.

His first reaction was to open the character card to see the situation, and then he saw the big word "weak".

This time, the weakness that lasted for a full thirty days was not the same as the state he was in before after transforming into the Giant of Light. In that case, Diakum was just unable to fight explosively, but now his overall strength was completely compressed to the Legendary Critical level.

It is equivalent to temporarily locking the upper limit of strength. At the moment, this "real thin dog" state is probably not as good as Garona next to him even if he fights for his life.

Diakum felt like he had returned to the ancient "version" of Argus. How long had it been since he had felt so "weak"?

Of course, strength on paper is one thing, but when the real fight comes, if Diakum makes up his mind to temporarily terminate the Trial of the Path and return to the Holy Light, then as many ordinary Legends as there are will die.

However, the Sentinel soon laughed out loud, because after the battle that defeated Sargeras's human form, the Void Lords gave him sufficient rewards:
"Void Force·Legendary Talent [Soul Cocoon] has been obtained!

Your spirit has been shaped and elevated by the Lord of the Void, and your spiritual attributes have been raised to the lower level of Demigod. All mind-destroying effects against you will be greatly weakened. You will be immune to all 'fear' effects.

Void Force Legendary Talent [Eye of Truth] has been obtained!

Your intelligence has been enlightened and praised by the Lord of the Void, and your intelligence attribute has been raised to the lower level of Demigod. You will be able to analyze the enemy's attacks and find flaws more easily. Your eyes will not be obscured by any illusions, and you can glimpse the truth of all things.

Special Hidden Mythic Giant Battle Skill [Taeshalach: Foebreaker Swordsmanship] has been obtained!

The current proficiency of this skill is: Entry.

This skill's destructive power increases based on proficiency and Force power. It comes with the [Super Magic·Guaranteed Hit] trait. It always deals crushing damage. It also deals large-scale terrain destruction when it triggers a [Cosmic Flame] explosion. It deals true damage that ignores any Force defenses.

hint!

It is very difficult to improve the proficiency of this skill, and it can only be used in Giant/Half-Giant form. Using this skill will place a serious strain on your body and may even cause it to collapse. It is not recommended for beings below Demigod to use it frequently.

The special honorary title [Enemy of Sargeras] has been obtained!

Your feat of repelling the Dark Titan's human form in the battle of Karazhan will resound throughout the starry sea through the spread of the Void Lords, and you will be respected by all followers of the Force except the Fel Force; Fel Force followers will fear you, and powerful Fel Force followers will actively challenge you!
The special honor title [Champion Apostle of the Sunless Sea] has been obtained!

Your brilliant battles have earned you the unanimous praise of the Void Lords. They have recognized you as a distinguished guest of the Void, and you will be praised and worshipped among the Void servants. Those hidden in the darkness will actively seek you out and attempt to serve you."

"Thirty days of weakness in exchange for two legendary talents, two honorary titles, and a mythical skill. This isn't a bad loss, is it?"

Diakum comforted himself in such a Versailles way in his heart. He stroked the Seal of the Heart of Argus, feeling the praise and commendation from the Star Soul. However, he keenly noticed the weakness of the Star Soul of Argus.

The Star Soul Lord turned into a thin dog just like himself now.

I think it was because he wanted to defeat Sargeras's human body and give him revenge that the Argus Star Soul exploded just now. But he was already weak, and this made the situation even worse. It was basically like a sixty-year-old man who took a reckless action and ended up sending himself to the ICU.

And it wasn't just Dick and his parents who turned into thin dogs. When he stood up, he heard Garona whisper:

"Your armor is all broken, and most of it has floated into the Twisting Nether along with the Observatory. Khadgar found you a set of unformed golem shells from Medivh's golem forge, so you can make do with them.

It's really hard to find armor that fits your body type."

"These are all trivial matters. Besides, what does it look like to wear an iron shell? Find me a set of human clothes."

Diakum waved his hand, and after Garona found Khadgar's spare clothes, the Sentinel activated the Transfiguration Brooch to restore himself to human form. After putting on the hunting suit, he put on the Black Wolf Cloak and his own covenant again.

Fortunately, the Augure treasure chest was very sturdy, so Diakum did not lose his weapon.

But he was surprised to find that the Twilight Hammer seemed to have entered some strange "evolutionary" state, as if it was partially melted by the Flame of Sargeras but filled with shadow, giving its hammer head a texture similar to frosted crystal.

I don’t know whether this void artifact absorbed some “strange things” in the process of fighting against Sargeras’ human body.

"Where are they?"

He took out a crystal-forged spear from the Augure treasure chest and used it as a crutch. He asked Garona a question. The assassin pointed to the door and said:

"Lady Aegwynn is trying to call back Mr. Medivh's spirit, and the two liches are helping. Chromie and Khadgar are trying to repair the chaotic spatial structure within Karazhan. The space of this tower has been completely shattered. The old butler, Moros, reminded us not to wander around.

Medivh had summoned many strange and dangerous creatures from various planes over the years, and now they had all been released in the chaos just now.

It is said that there are still demons and void creatures that escaped from the "War of Gods" hiding in the shadows of the tower.

They were almost scared to death by your outburst. I saw with my own eyes a Void Dragon with only half of its body left escape into Medivh's laboratory. They sealed the place off as if they were afraid you would chase it in and strangle it."

"This tower has become the most dangerous place in the human kingdom, and it's all your fault!"

The blue dragon Tyregosa crossed her arms and said very dissatisfiedly:
"If you had told me in advance about the terrible fact that Medivh was possessed by the Dark Titan, I could at least have called on the Spellweaver to come to my aid. With it in charge, the situation would never have been so bad.

Fortunately, the three demigods exiled the corrupted land at the last moment, otherwise the entire Eastern Kingdom would have been destroyed.

Garona told me that you are a saint of Draenor, a symbol of justice and fairness in that world, but with all due respect, judging from your actions, you don't seem like a good person!"

"Shut up."

Dick had a headache and was in no mood to argue with a weakling dragon. He waved his hand and said:

"You should be able to sense a certain aura from me, which means you'd better not mess with me, Titan servant! This hatred is not even something I can control.

It is best for you to stay with Chromie and let her teach you what to do next. My Lord wants to visit his Star Soul Sisters. If you two can assist in this matter, then after His Majesty Azeroth awakens, your sins will be forgiven. "

"A sin? The dragon guardians have been diligently protecting Azeroth. How can there be any sin?"

Taerecosa stomped her foot and retorted:

"Instead, it is you who have been destroying the order of this world."

"Working diligently? Haha."

Diakum laughed humorously a few times and had no intention of arguing with this "young man".

With the help of Garona, he walked out of the guest room that Medivh usually prepared for distinguished guests. When he turned a corner, he saw Khadgar with gauze wrapped around his head directing several arcane elementals to clean up the collapsed corridor.

The young man had a complicated expression on his face.

On the one hand, although he was a spy sent by the Kirin Tor to Medivh, he did recognize Medivh's careful teaching of him under normal circumstances, and regarded Medivh as a true mentor in his heart.

But today he found out that his mentor was actually the host of the God of Destruction.

Secondly, Khadgar was a little panicked. He had learned a lot of profound magic from Medivh, and originally thought it was an honor, but now he himself couldn't be sure whether these magics were taught by Medivh or the forbidden power passed down to him by the Dark Titan.

Diakum immediately saw what Khadgar was worried about. He walked over, patted the young man on the shoulder, and said comfortingly:

"Don't be afraid. With your qualifications and talent, it will be difficult for you to learn the forbidden powers of Sargeras."

"Are you as comforting as you are?"

Khadgar is a little bit broken.

But if you think about it carefully, this is indeed the case. In this world, probably only super geniuses like Lady Aegwynn and Medivh can be looked at differently by a true god of the Force like the Dark Titan.

"But the good news is that you have the potential to become a 'Spellforger'."

Diakum observed Khadgar from head to toe. The Eye of Truth he had been given allowed him to see the unusual circulation of magic within Khadgar's body. He said:
"Medivh is well aware of the Council of Six's tricks. He wouldn't just randomly choose someone to be his apprentice. He must have seen your potential, so he taught you the principles of various spells.

But the way to infuse the arcane force is different from other forces. If you want to become a spellcaster, you have to rely on yourself to continuously improve your studies in the way of arcane magic.

Come on, young man, I'm rooting for you."

"Spellforger? What's that?"

Khadgar blinked and humbly asked for advice:

"Is it some kind of enhancement?"

"Well, the specifics are quite complicated. You just need to know that your mentor, Medivh, was a spellforger, as was Lady Aegwynn, and the first spellforger born in Azeroth was Queen Azshara.

Our homeland of Argus also gave birth to spellforgers, and the ancient ancestor wizards also walked this path."

Dick casually explained:
"Humans' arcane talent is actually quite average, and it can't compare to the energy affinity of the elves and draenei. However, your learning ability and agile thinking are extremely exaggerated, which makes it difficult for you to obtain arcane enlightenment. Once you embark on this path, you can quickly gain power.

Perhaps, in the future you will become a Guardian of Tirisfal like Aegwynn and Medivh.

But fate.
The harshness of fate will not allow an individual to become successful so easily. The trials you will undergo will be more severe than you imagine. Has the Council of Six replied?"

In response to his question, Khadgar shook his head and said:
"Not yet, but Lady Aegwynn has just reclaimed the Guardian's power from Medivh and stored it within the Staff of Atiesh the Guardian.

Based on my impression of the Dalaran mages, once it appears in Stormwind, even if the Council of Six forbids them to go, many archmages and ambitious young mages will definitely come here privately.

Even the elven spellcasters of Quel'Thalas flock to it, believing themselves worthy to inherit the Guardian's power.

After all, the original Guardian force was shaped by humans and high elves together.

After all, it is the guardian power that has been passed down from generation to generation and is infused by every guardian. It can instantly turn a spellcaster into an arcane demigod. Who can resist such temptation?

But I just thought about it, are you actually planning to use this method to force reinforcements for the Storm Kingdom?"

"Not too stupid."

Garona snorted and said:
"How can a young man in his twenties like you understand the wisdom of my grandfather, who has accumulated over twenty thousand years? The saint has many more plans for salvation. He will definitely not sit idly by and watch the greenskins overrun Stormwind Kingdom."

Diakum did not provide further explanation.

Led by Khadgar, they crossed several dangerous space distortion zones and arrived at the treatment area where the three demigod mages were located. A tall stone golem giant holding a war hammer was guarding the area.

The golem, named "The Chaste Saint," gave way after recognizing Khadgar.

There are many magical colossi like this in Karazhan. These are the skills taught by Aegwynn, the former guardian who is a true expert in making golems. It is said that she stole the craft from Quel'Thalas.

Dick walked into the holy hall and saw Medivh's remains placed on the stone platform.

After the fragments of Sargeras' will were expelled, the demonic body returned to human form, but it was in pieces. It would be "pieced together" and sewn up again by the two great liches.

Liches are good at this job. Among the mysteries of the force of death, there is a path called "the way of creation" that is specifically used to create undead constructs.

The Staff of Atiesh, Guardian of Tirisfal, which serves as the symbol of the Guardian of Tirisfal, was suspended next to Medivh's body. Because the Guardian's power had been recovered, this already powerful staff was now filled with visible arcane energy.

It was pure magic power that reached the level of a demigod, the energy infused by generations of guardians as they left office.

The guardian holding this staff is definitely not fighting alone. It is the selfless accumulation of the mage heritage of human civilization spanning two thousand eight hundred years.

Whoever holds this staff must devote all his strength to the continuation, stability and prosperity of mankind!
Two liches are performing a mysterious soul-calling ritual, trying to use their power as walkers of the Death Force to bring Medivh's soul back from the realm of the dead.

But judging from the sad expression on Aegwynn's face as she half-knelt beside her son, the process did not seem to be going smoothly.

"Can't find it?"

Dick asked softly, and Farondis shook his head seriously and said:

"It's not a question of whether we can find it or not. We now suspect that Sargeras may have 'modified' Medivh's soul. Even whether he entered the realm of the dead is unknown. The power of the Titans' true gods is too obscure, and the laws of death cannot apply to them. Medivh and Sargeras have lived together for so long, it's hard to say whether they have been affected.

Besides, Merry and I are liches stranded in the mortal world, and we can't use our powers too obviously in the realm of the dead, otherwise it will cause trouble."

"A call from the House of Rites?"

Diakum said softly:
"Can you hear the whispers of the Dragon Lich Lord, Marquis Sindani?"

"You even know this?"

Merry Winterwind sighed and said:
"I am now convinced by you Draenei prophets. In your eyes, the world really has no secrets.

The Marquis who serves the God of Death is a lenient ruler. It is said that she is only one step away from becoming a lesser god. She spends a lot of time on this and does not forbid liches to stay in the mortal world, but we also have our own rules to abide by.

The act of summoning the soul for Medivh clearly violated this rule."

"Then let the professionals do it."

Diakum took the spirit bone from his bag, stretched out his hand to levitate it, and called out:

"Bwonsamdi, help me."

"No! Don't call it. You can't afford the price that vile thief is asking for! But if you're willing to accept it, I can help you."

In the cold wind, the shadow of a black wolf loomed.

Lycanthos looked at Diakum with awe, squatting there, and said:

"I am also the God of Death. I can travel through the various realms of Shadowlands and bring back Medivh's soul for you. Perhaps you must hurry. A soul so brilliant that even the Dark Titan recognizes it is a treasure that all the major covenants in Shadowlands are vying for."

"What is the price, then, Lycanthos?"

Diakum looked at it and said:
"Tell me, let me think about it."

“There is no price, it’s just a good relationship.”

The Black Wolf God waved his paw and said:
"If you, a Sentinel powerful enough to repel the fragments of the Dark Titan's consciousness, could refrain from intervening so eagerly in the duel between Goldrinn and me, I would be endlessly grateful."

(End of this chapter)