Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 202: 25. The best time to become a true sword master was ten years ago, the second best time is now - [45]

(Additional update for brother “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” [4/5])
The surface of Zhishui Lake was filled with small boats, which were the residents of Lakeside Town moving away.

As early as when General Gavinrad returned to Stormwind for treatment after completing his first reconnaissance, Mayor Solomon had already received an order to organize a transfer.

The mayor did not slack off. After all, the Redridge Mountains had never been a very stable place. Although the gnolls in the mountains were wiped out every few years, their sporadic attacks never stopped.

Compared to the residents of Elwynn Forest and Sunshine Forest, the living conditions of the "mountain people" in Lakeside Town are worse, so everyone is no stranger to fighting.

But fighting and war are obviously not the same concept.

The self-protection and evacuation speed of the Lakeside Town residents, which was carried out in accordance with combat specifications, obviously could not keep up with the efficiency of the greenskin attack. When the Stonewall Fortress was burning under the attack of the dragon, Mayor Solomon truly realized what kind of environment they were in.

The only thing to be thankful for is that he didn't slack off before.

The militia and sheriff had already received orders to move, which enabled them to act quickly under the mayor's instructions when the crisis arose.

The fishing industry in Lakeside Town is quite developed. Although there are no large ships, there are many small boats used to cross the lake. There is no time to pack up any belongings. The sheriff rides a horse and beats a gong throughout the town, requiring every household to rush to the dock as quickly as possible.

The fishermen were all drafted in, and every boat was packed full as they headed across the lake.

Strong men were temporarily recruited and the mayor asked them to defend the bridge.

The boats could not take away everyone, so some people were destined to be transferred across the stone bridge on the lake. This was the only facility on Zhishui Lake that could be crossed quickly, and now it was filled with residents riding donkeys or ponies.

They took the necessary supplies and were quickly crossing the lake with a two-headed dragon flying high in the sky.

The soldiers of the Yuexi Brigade on the other side of the lake also had to use this bridge to carry out the orders they received.

Marshal Lothar asked them to immediately enter the vicinity of Lakeside Town and set up a blocking position, at least to capture the Redridge Lumberyard, and if possible, to kill all the orc invaders in Stonewall Fortress before the orc vanguard arrived.

Although the burned fortress could no longer be used, the fact that a fortress was built there proved that it was a very important defensive position. Although it was built to monitor the werewolves in the Darkskin Valley, the high ground and the watchtower could indeed block the only road leading to Lakeside Town.

The terrain of this damn place, Redridge Mountains, is such that no matter where you go, you have to pass through the main mountain road that has been opened up. This means that if you can defend that road, the greenskins will be blocked in the mountains and unable to move forward.

This is basically Lothar's tactics, there is nothing wrong with it, and it is the best solution available under the current circumstances.

But to be honest, Garona could even see the problem without the Vigilant's sharp comments.

"You can only hold back the greenskins on the ground, but the Dragonmaw Clan can 'airdrop' the greenskins behind your position at any time."

The Orc Assassin shook his head and said:

"Draenor has the Arakkoa Kingdom helping us seize airspace, but you have nothing. Even the number of mages is severely insufficient. The Dragonmaw Clan's tactics are almost overwhelming against you. So, does Stormwind really have no air force at all?"

Not only Lothar, but even Lieutenant Windsor was too lazy to answer Garona's question.

This foreign assassin doesn't even know how to manage the household, let alone the air force. Look at the eastern continent, apart from the Wildhammer dwarves and the elves of Quel'Thalas, which one has a professional air force?
The engineering gyroplanes jointly produced by the dwarves and gnomes of Ironforge roughly constitute half of the air force.

After all, gyrocopters are used to drop bombs on the ground. If they really engage in an aerial dogfight, they will probably be blown to pieces by the Dragonmaw Orcs' supersonic turns in just one round.

It is difficult to say how advanced Azeroth's military technology is as a whole. Just looking at the eastern continent, humans, as a young race, have obviously not encountered a major crisis that requires them to consider air warfare.

Now, they met.

Who could have imagined that one day humans would be crushed by the greenskins in terms of military technology?
"Quack! The Thunderlord Clan's wolf riders have broken through the outermost fortress circle of the Redridge Mountains. Your warriors are breaking out in the direction of Deadwind Pass."

A Sunfire Crow Man descended from the sky, landed in front of Lothar, and shouted to him:

"The Shattered Hand Clan's assassins have infiltrated your second line of defense and are slaughtering your warriors in the shadows. They're probably overwhelmed. Kuah, at the speed of the Wolf Riders running in the mountains, they'll be here in two hours at most!"

Lothar nodded and whispered to Diakam beside him:

"What did this Crow Man say?"

"You don't understand, why are you nodding?"

The Sentinel sighed and temporarily acted as an interpreter. After realizing that they still had two hours to prepare, Lothar steeled his resolve and shouted to the officers beside him:

"Major Jonathan! You will take over the position from me and prepare the Moon Creek Brigade for battle, Captain Windsor! You will lead the militia to immediately move all the useful items in the town and find a commanding height to establish a position.

Where's Keeshan?

Where's Keeshan?"

"Marshal! I'm here."

The young man who had saved Lothar before was still a little pale. He was left with scars on his body after being treated by Diakum himself, but he was unwilling to take off his military uniform at this time, so he temporarily became Marshal Lothar's communications soldier.

"Kid, go to town and find some people who are willing to help and place explosives on the bridge piers!"

Lothar whispered to him:
"Before we retreat, we must install the explosives. We must blow up that bridge to buy the kingdom more time. I don't trust anyone else to do this kind of job of cutting off our retreat, so you have to do it."

"Please rest assured, Marshal!"

Kishan's blood boiled in an instant, and he ran out with a shout.

Lieutenant Windsor reminded in a low voice with some embarrassment:

"Marshal, I'm only a lieutenant. You were wrong just now."

"I'm not wrong, and you heard right. Now, you're a captain! Lead the local militia in Redridge Mountains to survive and kill as many greenskins as possible. As long as you can get your soldiers away from here safely, you'll be a major."

Lothar picked up the Lionheart Slayer beside him, smiled at the shocked Windsor, and said:

"War is cruel and magical, isn't it?"

Without waiting for the promoted lieutenant to comment, Lothar patted Diakum's exaggeratedly heavy lion shoulder armor and said:

"Let's retake Stonewall Fortress! We only have two hours, and there are at least hundreds of greenskins there."

"One hour will be enough."

The Sentinel looked Lothar up and down and said:

"If you, the 'pendant', don't join in the fun, then I might only need thirty minutes."

"Are all the people from other worlds so poisonous?"

Lothar mounted his horse, and his Iron Horse Knights also got ready. Diak'um shook his head and said to Garona:

"Protect him for me. I'll wait for you over there."

After saying that, he rushed forward a few steps and dived towards the lake under the shocked gaze of others.

The next moment, the blazing sun wings carried the Sentinels into the sky amid the roar of the phoenix. A moment later, a two-headed dragon fell from the sky with a mournful cry, and half of the dozen or so greenskins behind it were killed.

Before the rest could get up, they saw a group of fully armed human men holding weapons, with grim smiles on their faces, surrounding them with malicious intentions.

Screams followed.

"Is his beast tamer the legendary phoenix? I heard that the national bird of Quel'Thalas is the phoenix."

Lothar asked Garona while galloping. The Orc assassin, who was riding an untamed warhorse, said disdainfully:
"Phoenix? What kind of strange thing is that? My grandfather's mount is a direct descendant of a demigod! It's the legendary Sun Eagle, a legendary bird of the Crow People, a fiery spirit born from the sun.

In fact, he alone is enough to help you clear the airspace, but grandpa is weak now and it would be dangerous if he encounters the dragon, so I warn you!

Don't ask him to do those dangerous things!"

Garona warned:

"Grandpa is a truly kind person. He's too kind to bear to see others suffer, and he probably won't refuse your request. But he's done enough for the damn Holy Light! None of us have the right to ask him to sacrifice for us again.

If Grandpa is lost in the Holy Light because of you... Humph, I think you are probably not willing to face the violent Archbishop Nai Li and the angry Draenei people.

Alas, sometimes I really wish he could be more selfish, just like us. "——————

"For the greater good, I gave up preventing the orcs from obtaining the Dragon Soul. This would cause suffering to a group of kind dragons, although they are not from our faction. But Lord Argus, perhaps I am too selfish."

Diakum confessed to his Star Soul boss on the Sun Wing.

"You and I both know that it is right, but right often does not mean justice."

After a moment, a humming sound was heard, and Argus said weakly:

"Since you can't bear it, then do a good deed to make amends. Without your help, even if the humans evacuate Redridge Mountains, they will suffer heavy casualties. Perhaps you can help them mitigate their losses."

"So, in the eyes of a great being like you, good deeds and bad deeds can be weighed on the scale of heaven?"

The vigilant asked.

Argus was not interested in answering such philosophical questions. He said:
"The moment you put good and evil on the scales, you no longer have the right to call yourself a 'good person.' Yet, you once said, Diakme, that only by forgetting 'justice' can we truly embrace it.

It is time to forget the teachings of the Light and to forge and practice your own."

"That's what I said to a bewildered Rexxar at the entrance to the Everbloom."

Diakham said:
“So, you’ve actually been paying attention to me.”

"Yes, I see everything you say and do."

Xinghun hesitated for a moment and said:
"So in the future, whether you embrace the Light or return to the Shadow, Diak'um, you represent justice to me. Child, you are the 'conscience' of the Eredar."

"That's too exaggerated. Perhaps this title would be more appropriate for Velen."

Diakum, comforted by Xinghun, laughed heartily.

The moment the Sunhawk rushed towards the burning stone wall fortress, a solar storm swept and bloomed, frightening the orcs who were destroying the fortress and chasing the hiding human soldiers.

There were even cowards who shouted "The sentinels are coming! Run!" and dropped their weapons and ran away.

However, when the scorching flames of the solar storm dissipated, what caught the eyes of the nervous orcs was a "dwarf" human wearing lion armor. He walked towards them with a sword and shield in his hand and a black cloak fluttering.

what the hell!

It turns out that he is not the terrifying half-giant of holy light.
"He's not even a Legend! Wearing such extravagant armor, he must be a big shot in the Storm Kingdom!"

An orc warlock shouted:

"Go! Kill this human! Orgrim will reward us for it."

"Ow!"

The greenskins roared and rushed towards Diakum in the burning fortress.

He did not call upon the Holy Light nor was he shrouded in shadows, but wielded his sword and shield like an ordinary warrior.

The power of the critical demigod was suppressed to the legendary critical level in his weakness, so that the sharp blade he chopped could not burn a greenskin to ashes, and the holy halo that burst out during his blocking could no longer ignite the greenskins. He even needed to use a shield to block the attack to ensure that he would not be injured in the besieged attack.

The power has indeed weakened.

But this is a great opportunity.

While nimbly maneuvering around corners, Diakum glanced at the six attributes on his character card. The others were already Demigod-lower, but Agility remained at a "high" level.

This is so inappropriate.

He is the Honorary Sword Master of the Burning Blade Clan.

"boom"

The Shield of Justice struck the orc's face with three scorching lights, and when the latter fell to the ground, three teeth flew out along with his left eyeball. The sharp blade, while being able to see through the flaws of the "Eye of Truth", could always accurately cut the orc's defenseless point like a predatory snake.

This kind of killing, which is as precise as a cold dissection, is certainly not as violent as the outburst of the Seraph, but the speed of advancement is not slow at all.

At least in the eyes of those terrified human remnants, this compatriot wearing the lion armor possessed terrible killing skills. The greenskins who made them throw away their weapons and armor were almost no match for him. At most, they would be knocked to the ground with two blows.

So, is this a legendary warrior sent by Marshal Lothar or King Llane?
But why did you come just now?
General Gavinrad was killed in the battle, and his body is missing.
"bang"

The Avenger's Shield was swung forward, and the spinning Lionheart Heavy Shield hit the chests of the four orcs and bounced back into Diakum's hands.

Seeing that the warlock in the distance was preparing to cast a spell, the Sentinel turned around and gathered strength, and the shield in his hand flew out again. With a bang, the tip of the shield pierced the orc's heart, causing the guy to fly up and fall to the ground.

His strength has really weakened.

The warlock was not killed by this blow. His sternum was broken but he was still struggling to get up.

He laughed wildly, feeling lucky to have escaped from the human legend, but the next second a human warrior covered in blood rushed over and pinned him to the ground. She grabbed a stone and smashed it into the warlock's ugly face, strangling all his luck in her unwilling throat.

"Smash his soul stone!"

The Sentinel stepped forward and picked up his shield. With the greenskin corpses piled up and the castle burning behind him, he spoke in a low human language:

"This is the first lesson in dealing with warlocks."

"it is good!"

The young female warrior was startled.

Finding the evil soul stone in the arms of the orc warlock who was smashed beyond recognition, she spat and smashed it with the blood-stained stone. The shrill scream of the soul made her tremble.

"Report your identity, Private."

Diakham said:
"Where are your weapons? You don't seem like a warrior."

"Report! My name is Marlan. General Gavinrad is a good friend of my parents. I came to Redridge Mountains from the Kingdom of Lordaeron and was supposed to leave tomorrow. You are right, I am not a warrior yet.

I."

The girl tried to stand up straight and look like a warrior.

Dick looked her up and down, handed her his sword and shield, and said:

"Now you are. There are still orcs here, soldier! Follow me. Marshal Lothar will be here soon. We need to clean up this place before he comes and find you a suitable set of armor."

After saying that, Diakum pulled out the Flame Blade and held it in his hand.

If possible, he really didn't want to use this Sword Master's Blade to slaughter the weak, but now he himself is "weak", so he has to take advantage of the equipment.

And since he is a Glory Sword Saint, it would be unreasonable if he didn't understand the Sword Saint's skills at all.

"Ow"

The moment they stepped into the castle, a bloodthirsty orc rushed out from the darkness. Just as Maerlan raised his sword and shield, he saw a flash of sword in the darkness, and the orc's body was smoothly split in two from the waist.

Diakum imitated Lantresor and Samuro, flicking the blood off his sword and saying:
"Go on! Keep an eye on the back for me."

"Ow."

The new recruits didn't understand but didn't dare to ask any more questions. They just followed the boss into the terrifying darkness.

Even though this adult did not have any light on her body, she seemed to be following a ray of light at this moment, which made her regain her courage after panic and despair.

Ah, thank the Holy Light.

(End of this chapter)