Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 203:26. The powerful Miss Blue Dragon is about to suffer a great misfortune - Extra chapter for the "Huo Zheng Ting Hao" brother [55]

When Lothar arrived at Stonewall Fortress, it was dead silent.

He jumped off his horse and walked forward with the blood-stained holy sword of Lionheart Slayer. There were traces of sword marks on his armor. The Iron Horse Knights behind him had all experienced a battle. The Redridge Lumberyard had been occupied by the greenskins. Fortunately, they went there quickly and prevented the "airborne" greenskins from burning the place down.

It took some time to kill our way here, but the good news is that nearly a hundred orcs in the sawmill were killed.

"Where is the Vigilant?"

An Iron Horse Knight said doubtfully:
"He killed all the greenskins here? How strong is he?"

"You should ask Grandpa how weak he is now!"

After examining the corpse, Garona frowned beneath her visor and said:

"These greenskins were only burned, but there's not even a pile of ash. It seems Grandpa can't even maintain his Seraph form. This is really bad news. It's questionable whether he can retain even one-tenth of his peak strength.

No!

We can't let him go to the front line again!
If anything happened to him, I wouldn’t be able to explain it to my mother.”

These words made the human knights look at each other in bewilderment.

My goodness, your grandfather single-handedly took out every greenskin in the castle! He did it all by himself! In less than an hour! Do you know what we humans call people like that?

How come you say this? Your grandfather who was as strong as a "monster" seems to be so weak that he might fall to death due to osteoporosis if he takes even one step?

But Lothar agreed with Garona's judgment.

He knew that the Sentinels were indeed weakened. The reason was simple. They had previously repelled the human incarnation of the Dark Titan. For mortals, this was basically equivalent to fighting a battle with a "God" and winning.

At this level, the current massacre can be considered at most as "the head coach warming up."

"You guys are here? Well, you're a little later than expected. I guess I have to lower the power rating of the 'Iron Horse Brotherhood' in my opinion."

Diakum's voice echoed from the castle.

Bare-handed and with a strong blood-red glow, he strode out of the burning shadow of the castle, followed by a female warrior wearing a general's chain mail.

This set of armor was a spare armor found in Gavinrad's equipment box. Fortunately, Maerlan is a young girl and has not fully developed, otherwise she would probably suffocate to death if she put it on.

But even so, the weight of this chain mail made Malan a little overwhelmed. If the Sentinel had not taken the time to add a lot of BUFFs to her after the battle to make her strength soar, the battle would have been difficult.

"The good news is that the damage to the Stonewall Fortress isn't serious. Once the fire is out, it can be used again. There are still a few dwarven field cannons in the armory. The greenskins don't recognize them and haven't destroyed them. Let's quickly drag them out and set them up!

Prepare to support the attack on the lumber camp."

Dick said something.

Several Iron Horse Knights immediately laughed out loud.

While cursing that the greenskins were a bunch of illiterates, they ran over and used their warhorses to drag the dwarf's black cannon out of the armory.

There are five gates in total, including the three gates on the city wall that have not been burned down. The Stone Wall Fortress is definitely enough, and even a few gates can be sent to the position in Lakeside Town.

This thing is currently the best heavy weapon in the human kingdom army. If it is equipped with a large amount of shotgun shells, it will definitely give the greenskins a hard time when they charge.

"The walls of this fortress are badly damaged. We can't stop the greenskins like this."

Lothar frowned and said:
"We have to hold out here for three days, and we can't rely on walls like this."

"I will be responsible for the defense of the fortress."

The Vigilant waved his hand and said:

"Since I promised Lady Aegwynn to be your bodyguard, I will be responsible to the end. But the attack is up to you. I find that my destructive power has declined significantly. I am really not suitable for charging into the battle."

Lothar glanced at the corpses scattered all over the castle and nodded reluctantly.

However, in such a desperate situation, having a guy like Diakam by your side really makes you feel at ease.

"Saint. No, Grandpa! You'd better stay in the castle and act as a healer. If you're bored, use your shadow magic to kill the dragon to relieve your boredom."

Garona came over and said with some hesitation:

"Otherwise, if we really encounter danger, I don't know who to protect. Please occasionally think about us younger generations. If you get hurt, Mother will definitely complain to me."

"Okay, okay, listen to my good granddaughter."

Diakum laughed.

He was happy for many reasons. In addition to the rare act of pampering from his junior, Garona, it was also because in the previous battle, he accidentally found the "correct way to use" the Blade of the Sword Master.

There is a clear hint on the character card:

"Swordmaster Class·Legendary Skill [Elimination Blade] has been obtained!

This skill is a unique variation of the Warrior skill [Behead] in the Way of the Sword Master. The destructive power of this skill depends only on the difference in combat proficiency between you and the enemy.

When you use melee attacks, if the difference in melee skill proficiency between the enemy and you is too high (≥ two levels of evaluation), the enemy or you will immediately suffer [Sudden Death].

If the difference in melee skill proficiency between the enemy and you is large (≥ Level 1 rating), then every attack by you or the enemy has a high probability of causing a [Crush].

If the enemy's melee skill proficiency is similar to yours, this skill will not work.

Special Instructions:

"I usually call this move the 'Trial of the Strong', you know? If you can survive my attack, then you are a strong one."

"Why are all the Sword Saint skills focused on 'technical proficiency'? Is this really the martial arts concept of honing one's skills to perfection?"

Dick thought to himself, then took a look at all his "perfect" combat skills, and a sense of urgency arose in his heart.

No!

I have to quickly complete the Light and Shadow Twins' trial and reach the "perfect" proficiency limit. Otherwise, if I encounter a martial arts master, won't he kill me in one move?
Well, I hope that the martial arts masters of Lao Chen and Sect Leader Zhu will not come to the chaotic Eastern Continent to wander around, and give themselves some time to hone their skills first.

Meanwhile, at the Goblin Docks in Booty Bay.

A chubby guy wearing a conical hat and carrying two small wine barrels on a bamboo pole suddenly sneezed.

He rubbed his nose under his bamboo hat, feeling that someone must be talking about him. He prayed to the Eastern Azure Dragon Heavenly Venerable to help him get rid of the bad luck, and then said to the goblin ticket seller in front of him:

"A ferry ticket to Steamwheedle Port, thank you."

"Uh, sorry, our ships have been requisitioned, sir. A crazy businessman hired a merchant ship at a high price to transport food for a group of strange guys. He was so powerful that he even obtained a monopoly on their trade. He's obviously a lucky business star. Bah, why didn't this good thing happen to me?

Anyway, there won’t be any merchant ships these days.”

"Huh? Oh, forget it. I'll just wander around Stranglethorn Vale for a few more days. Excuse me, is there any good wine to drink around here?"

"Good wine? Go to Tranquil Garden Town. The moonshine wine there is absolutely amazing! If you're not afraid of danger, the Black Iron Bar in Blackrock Mountain is also worth a visit. Oh, and speaking of which, would you like to try our goblin's most famous Kaya Cola?"

This thing is very powerful!
One cup will refresh your mind, two cups will keep you from getting tired, and three cups will make you happy and carefree."

"Forget it, forget it. God knows what you goblins put in that sweet water. Last time I drank a few glasses, I had to go to the bathroom all night. Serene Garden Town, right?

OK, I'll go there."

------

"Holy Light! Please bestow your blessings upon us."

As Diakum chanted, a vast Holy Word Barrier erupted from his palm amidst surging light, transforming into an energy barrier that enveloped the entire Stonewall Fortress.

This was just a high-level application of the Holy Light and did not involve the realm of the Force, so his Illusion Brooch was not broken, but it stunned the surrounding holy priests who were mobilized by Lothar to help defend the city.

The Church of the Holy Light has been developing in human society for more than two thousand years. It is a belief that appeared almost at the same time as the Arathor Empire. However, humans have too mediocre affinity for energy other than arcane energy. Most of their high-level priests are still unable to dabble in the powerful mystery of "Holy Word", which requires extremely strong affinity for Holy Light to perform.

In fact, although Diakam, Old Velen and Isana, three outrageous priests, cast Holy Word spells as easily as eating and drinking water, even in a race like the Draenei where everyone has a very high affinity with the Holy Light, there are very few priests who can cast such high-level skills at will.

All I can say is that being loved by the Holy Light means you can do whatever you want.

"Don't just stand there chanting, priests! My current Holy Word Barrier protection isn't strong enough, I need you to join in the chanting!"

Diakum said loudly:
"Everyone, except the healer, come here! Come to me, and I will teach you how to infuse this barrier with your own holy light."

The priests didn't know Diakum's identity, and they felt that the man in plate armor chanting divine spells before them looked unreliable. They hesitated for a moment, but soon a black-haired female priest, holding the holy book, shouted:
"Follow me, priests, and join our powerful brothers in faith in providing shields for our warriors!"

She seemed to be of high status. At her call, the priests quickly stepped forward and, under Diakum's command, dispersed to the surrounding nodes and began to infuse their holy light into the protection of the Holy Word Barrier. In a short period of time, the energy barrier became as thick as a city wall.

Lothar has already assembled his troops in the castle.

The orcs were rushing over from the direction of the sawmill. The continuous firing of the dwarven cannons caused great casualties to their infantry. They also realized their previous mistakes and were about to rush over to destroy the cannons.

Lothar saw with his own eyes that the hellfire summoned by the warlock hit the layer of shining barrier and was extinguished by the reverse explosion. This made him more confident in defending the Stone Wall Fortress for three days. He no longer worried about the defense of the city wall and rushed out with the Iron Horse Knights and the King's Guards.

Captain Windsor is having a hard time holding on at the lumber camp and they need help.

But the soldiers endured casualties but did not retreat, not only because the marshal was with them, but also because if the orcs took this place, then the defense line organized by Major Marcus Jonathan in Lake Town would have to face the main orc attack. Most of the soldiers there were militias, and they would probably not be able to withstand the violent charge of the greenskins, but the evacuation of the town was not yet complete.

"Have you learned how Holy Word Barrier works?"

A few minutes later, Diakum maintained the operation of the divine art with one hand. He whispered to the black-haired female priest beside him who was listening attentively:
"If you learn it, you will continue to maintain the barrier! I will go and rescue the wounded. I can keep them alive, but ordinary doctors can't."

"Can this still happen?"

The female pastor widened her eyes and exclaimed:
"But isn't this your magic? You are the subject of the magic."

"Our Great Prophet Velen improved this magic a while ago. Once it's lit, as long as there's an infusion of Holy Light, it can be maintained for a long time by the priests. The magic barrier of the Karabor Temple lasted for two days and two nights without extinguishing during the demon siege because of this necessary improvement."

Dick said:
"In terms of attainments in the priestly way, Velen is the forerunner of all of us, but you are also good and learn quickly. The Holy Light loves you very much. What is your name?"

"Natalie Selin, I am the chief deacon of the Cathedral of Light in Stormwind."

The black-haired female priest said:

"You are the foreign saint, right? I've heard Captain Windsor mention some of your legendary stories before."

"Don't believe it! Captain Windsor is a very good man, but he's like every other soldier in the world. He always likes to exaggerate when he speaks. I'm just an ordinary Holy Light Walker, just like you."

Diakum transferred the maintenance node of the divine power to Natalie Serling. The heavy pressure made the female priest dizzy for a moment, but she gritted her teeth and persevered.

This made the Vigilant nod and warned:
"Change every ten minutes. Don't insist blindly! All priests present must obey orders. Holding out for three days is not a problem. Of course, you must view this as a test of your will. May the Holy Light bless you, my sister of faith."

"She does not belong to the Holy Light!"

The Shadow Voice roared in Diakum's ear:
"You! Do not allow the damned hand of fate to extend into the shadows of those we favor. Natalie Selin belongs to the void. She has heard the call of the shadows, and her future achievements will not be inferior to you, a hesitant person walking in the dark."

"Then let's see which side she belongs to."

Diakum smiled subtly and responded mentally:
"I found that I seemed to have been bewitched by you. I realized that I couldn't just passively take a beating. Void, you once told me that if I wanted to find myself, I had to first find the joy of being human. I think you were right.

Now, let's have a little fun.

I say, Natalie Serling belongs in the Holy Light!

She will shine in the light
Not just Natalie Selin, but also Twilight Bishop Benedictus! I will meet him, and I will use my experience and lessons to guide them to better progress in the Holy Light."

"Don't even think about it!"

Shadow's voice showed a rare emotional fluctuation, but it quickly calmed down and said:

"You should worry about yourself, Diakum. You've already begun to allow disasters to happen for your own benefit. Tsk, that's a very dangerous sign."

Dick turned a deaf ear to this.

He rushed to the castle ruins with traces of burning left on them and treated the wounded who were sent there. As he said, as long as they were still breathing when they were sent down from the battlefield, he would ensure that these wounded would be saved.

Such amazing logistical and medical care also filled the soldiers on the front lines with courage.

They are no longer afraid of being injured and can fight orcs to the death. This is the value of the priest. When the opponent tries his best to send the warrior out of the battlefield, but not long after, he sees the opponent reappear alive and kicking, this is definitely a huge blow to the enemy's morale.

At this time, in Lakeside Town.

Terecgosa looked out the window with some concern at the militiamen carrying various supplies under the leadership of the soldiers. She turned her head and said to Chromie, who seemed to be in a good mood and humming a song and writing in his great grimoire behind her:
"Everyone here might die. How can you still laugh?"

"what?"

Chromie looked at her amazing dragon companion in surprise. She scratched her head and said:
"Yes, they will die, but they've already lived several days longer than 'normal'. Alas, you won't understand what I'm telling you. All you need to know is that this isn't a bad thing. Well, I can even see with my own eyes the course of fate being redirected by one person's intervention!
This feeling is great.

I must write it down and show it to Saphir later; she will be surprised.”

"Ah, you're making me so mad. You bronze dragons are really outrageous."

The big blue dragon stomped her feet in a somewhat frustrated manner.

She thought bronze dragons were a bunch of lunatics who couldn't communicate, but Chromie began to write, stretching out his voice:

"Actually, I don't understand why you're hiding here with me. I can't get involved because I'm a bronze dragon. We have rules and regulations that prohibit us from interfering in the fate of mortals. But you're not a bronze dragon!
You blue dragons are the guardian dragons that have the closest connection with humans, right?

how?

Do you have similar constraints?"

"."

Tarecgosa, who was unwilling to admit that she was a fool, stared at the innocent Chromie with a murderous look.

A moment later, a roaring blue dragon flew out of Lakeside Town and bravely confronted the orcs' two-headed flying dragons in the astonished gazes of the human warriors. The arrogant Dragonmaw Sky Knights, who relied on their dominance over the airspace, killed four or five of them in one encounter.

Those orcs who fell into the lake or on the ground were quickly killed by the angry human militia.

The two-headed flying dragon is just a humble subspecies of Chimera. It is really too much for them to deal with the real guardian dragon.

"That powerful and noble blue dragon is on our side! It was invited here by Marshal Lothar! The dragon travels with us!"

Major Marcus Jonathan, who was guarding Lakeside Town, rushed to a high place, pointed to the sky and shouted to everyone around him:
"Warriors, be brave, don't be afraid, the greenskins can't defeat us!"

"Ow Oo"

The soldiers roared together, and their morale improved visibly.

Although Major Marcus Jonathan looked full of confidence, he had no idea where this blue dragon came from.

But what the heck.

At this time, let alone the blue dragon, even if a group of troll headhunters came to kill the greenskins, the major who had spent the first half of his life fighting trolls could convince himself to regard them as comrades like brothers.

On the other side, deep in the mountains of Redridge Mountain.

Zuluhed gasped, looking at the mountain-like corpse of the huge red dragon in front of him with a hint of fear. Although he, a warlock, had been with dragons like Lord Lethon for a long time, to be honest, this was the first time he had truly fought against a guardian dragon as an enemy.

It turns out that the "Guardians" of Azeroth are far more than the bumpkins of the small world of Draenor could imagine.

Six dragons, including Lord Lethon, plus Zuluhed and a dozen warlock masters attacked together, but it still took so long to deal with the old red dragon.

The enemy's counterattack burned two dragons to death, seriously injured one, and killed at least five of the warlocks they brought with them.

"Is this the power of the guardian dragon?"

Zuluhed looked at the sorcerer at his feet, who had been burned to charcoal but was still alive and screaming. He was destined to suffer for a long time. He sighed:

"This is too exaggerated. This is the first time I have seen a vicious flame that can lock onto life."

"Stop being sentimental!"

Lord Lethorn cursed as he healed his injured wing:
"Do you think any guardian dragon is a demigod? This red dragon named Olastrasraz was infused with power by the Red Dragon Queen to protect the artifact. Normally, a red dragon wouldn't be this difficult to deal with.

If you're in the mood to lament, why not go find the Dragon Soul in the ruins instead?

"I know, I'm on my way there, why are you in such a hurry?"

Zuluhed leaned on his bone staff and carefully walked over the body of the powerful red dragon. He reached out and stroked the shield-like dragon scales and whispered:

"The body of this red dragon cannot be wasted. I previously found the secret to creating undead creatures from the grimoire left by Gul'dan. Hehe, let the Shadow Council try to create something new and novel to please Orgrim."

As he spoke, the warlock's gaze fell on the two dragons that died in the battle.

He glanced at Lord Lethorn with some regret.

He knew that although these dragons were corrupt, they were united with each other, and if he came up with a "bad idea", he might be eaten by them.

Zuluhed walked into the collapsed ancient temple. A moment later, he came out holding a golden disc. The warlock's big green face was full of surprise. He tied the artifact to his hand with the exquisite golden adamantine chain.

He stroked it greedily and said:
"How do I use this thing? Can I control a dragon with it?"

"In Deathwing's hands it was invincible, but in yours it is much less so."

Lord Lethon stared at the golden disk in the warlock's hand, his eyes gleaming with disgust and anticipation. He said:

"Take it back. His Majesty Eranikus will personally teach you how to use it. Next, you need to conduct a series of special operations with your warlock to lead our queen out of the Emerald Dream.
But you can't hurt her!
We will keep an eye on you. Humph, don't threaten us with that thing, Zuluhed. The reason why His Majesty Eranikus brought us into the fel energy was to avoid being controlled by the Dragon Soul.

Only then can we use it to bring true freedom to our Queen and our people!
The leash the Titans impose on us
It won’t be long!
The pure and mighty Ysera the Sleeper will finally return to the arms of her true mother."

Lord Lethorn's words extinguished a certain dark expectation in the warlock's heart. He rode his dragon partner and flew away from here. However, when flying high into the sky, Lethorn suddenly hummed in confusion.

"Hey, why is there a blue dragon here? But it doesn't matter. Now that you're here, don't even think about running away. You just got the artifact and you're itching to use it. Go, Zuluhed, test your skills with that weak blue dragon.

Hum, so you can confirm that we are not deceiving you."

Ps:

There will be another one on the 27th. Currently owed: 145
Starting from next month, 30 chapters will be added every month, once every five days, with five chapters each time.

(End of this chapter)