Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 205 28. Medivh, you bastard, you have done all kinds of bad things!

"Have the casualties been counted?"

On the plains bordering the Red Ridge Mountains and the Sunshine Forest, Diakum found Lothar and asked directly:

"How many wounded people need medical treatment?"

"A lot, more than I could imagine."

The marshal looked haggard, but he still managed to muster up some energy and handed a newly sorted document to his companion. Diakum glanced at it, nodded, and said:
"Well, judging by the level of a first-time battle, the casualties are still within an acceptable range. We can even describe it as a 'victorious turn.'"

"I feel like you're mocking me."

Lothar sighed and said:
"I've never fought a battle with such heavy casualties in my life. Only one-fifth of the Redridge Mountain defenders and the Stonewall Fortress's troops are left. The Moonbrook Brigade is even worse off. Because of that damn freeze, only one thousand of the nearly three thousand people I brought with me escaped alive.

Most of them were still on stretchers, and Ryan would be going crazy.

This went beyond his pre-assessment of the war.”

"Then you learn to adapt. You are confused, but your soldiers need encouragement more than you do."

Dick pointed outside the tent and said:
"They think they've failed in their duties, and your job is to boost their morale. If you get your spine broken in the first fight, you won't have to torture yourself later.

Fenris Wolfbrine is the most cruel chieftain in Draenor. He released you just to make you his 'vanguard of disaster'. A coward under heavy pressure can cause far more low morale to his allies than ten orc axes.

Of course, as a general, you should understand this principle.

Cheer up, Lothar, the war has just begun, it is too early to give up now."

"Well, thanks for the reminder."

Lothar nodded and walked out of the tent with Diakam.

The human-shaped sentinel was one step behind him, just like his mighty bodyguard, and rumors were already circulating in the camp about "a mysterious master passed down from generation to generation by the royal family of Urien."

The story sounded so convincing that most soldiers believed that there was a half-elf or an elf hidden under the mighty lion armor.

He must have lived for at least thousands of years!

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain how he could display such unparalleled and terrifying combat power among hundreds of orcs.

"Is the Mag'har warrior who repelled the orcs and saved us at the critical moment safe and sound?"

After checking several camps, Lothar suddenly remembered Gaiara and asked about it. Diakum said softly with a stern tone:

"It's reckless to rashly use that level of 'Elemental Incarnation' on your first encounter with the elements. Gaiara looked really cool when she scared off the Thunder Wolf Cavalry, but she looked truly awful when she lay in bed groaning with a splitting headache.

We can't rely on her anymore, she is really the 'three-minute war god'.

Typical young people!

Quickly come, quicker go."

Lothar was amused by this. He thought for a moment and then asked:
"The dragon lady."

"She's even more miserable. The power of the guardian dragon has been completely drained by the orcs' evil artifact. It's a miracle that she can still maintain her dragon form."

A subtle laugh echoed from beneath Dick's helmet, and he said:

"Generally speaking, in this situation, she would begin to degenerate into the original form of the Proto-Dragon. After all, the power that supported her to become a Guardian Dragon has disappeared. However, after all, her body has evolved through hundreds of thousands of years of flesh and blood, so it is not that fragile.

She's still a dragon, but perhaps more of a powerful beast.

But believe me, this is not a bad thing for Tarecgosa. What the child lost were only her shackles, and what she will gain in the future is far more than she can imagine.

The premise is that she can live until then."

"boom"

A violent explosion sounded on the other side of the ridge.

The rhythmic explosions were like the muffled sound of firecrackers underwater. The dwarfs' engineering explosives continued to exert force, blowing up the Zhishui Lake Bridge that Stormwind Kingdom had spent several years to build, making the lake no longer calm.

Lothar quickly rushed up the hill not far away and watched the collapsed bridge in flames by the lake.

They must blow it up and destroy all the ships. This lake across the Redridge Mountains will block the orc army's advance, but it won't stop them for long.

"There's another road in the mountains called 'Ripper Valley'."

Lothar pointed to the mountains in the distance under the setting sun and introduced them to Diakum and Garona, who had emerged from his shadow:

"That's the ancestral land of the Darkskin Gnolls, and it's also another way to traverse the mountains. Although it's difficult and rugged, it can't stop those nimble giant wolves. The Gnolls probably won't let the Greenskins pass, but they are no match for those beasts.

Up to half a month
No, ten days!

In ten days at most, the orcs' wolf riders would cross the Redridge Mountains and reach the border of Sunnyside Forest and Elwynn Forest. What was even more terrifying was that these two large forests were flat and had no strategic locations to defend.

We only have ten days left, the kingdom must mobilize!"

"You only consider the confrontation between the gnolls and the greenskins, but you fail to consider the worse."

Diakum whispered:
"What if they united?"

"Ok?"

Lothar's eyes sparkled with surprise, and Garona explained in a low voice beside him:

"The green-skinned orcs won't bring too many vassal armies, but the problem is that their Black Wolf God seems to be very fond of canines, and the word 'wolf' is also in the name of the gnolls."

Marshal Wang Guo fell silent for a long time.

Diakum looked at the young people next to him. Kishan was the leader of these young men and women who were born in Lake Town. It was they who risked being attacked by the two-headed dragon and tied explosives to the bridge of Zhishui Lake while the soldiers were fighting fiercely on the front line.

"Don't cry! No one is allowed to cry!"

Kishan cried out to his companions in a hoarse voice:
"We are only leaving temporarily, we will come back, we will drive out those damn greenskins and take back our homeland, we, we..."

He couldn't continue, turned his head away and whimpered weakly.

A gentle girl wiped her tears and came forward to hug Kishan. Diakum noticed that the girl's belly was slightly bulging. Hmm, is this the "big sister next door"?

This guy can do it!

"Hey."

Dick called out to the young men:

"Marshal Lothar is forming a team specializing in reconnaissance and sabotage behind enemy lines. He's given it a very cool name, 'The Uncrowned.' It will be temporarily led by my granddaughter, Lady Garona, the legendary master assassin of Draenor. You all look very talented. Would you like to join?"

Master Garona can provide you with free training."

"Can you kill orcs?"

Keeshan turned around and asked with hatred.

Garona was disgusted by her nosy grandfather for finding a job for her, but she didn't dislike Kishan's clear-cut love and hate character. So she threw a crystal throwing knife and pierced a tree trunk in the shocked gaze of the young people.

"How do you want to kill the greenskins?"

she asked:
"Poison? Arrows? Traps? Curses? Bullets? Or maybe my favorite, appearing silently from their shadows and gently yet mercilessly slitting their necks? Ripping out their hearts?"

"I want to learn it all!"

Kishan wiped away his tears, his flaming eyes expressing hatred, and he said:
"I'm going to make them pay!"

"Put your wife in a good place and follow me tonight."

Garona gestured and disappeared into Grandfather's shadow, but Marshal Lothar sighed and said:

"Dick, I know you mean well, but Storm Kingdom has its own intelligence system. Ms. Pasonia won't be happy."

"Them? I hope they can stop my granddaughter first."

The Sentinel looked back at Lothar and said:

"Also, who gave you permission to call me that nickname?"

"Ah? Can't you?" "Of course, I just... Never mind, keep yelling. Let's go, it's time to go. I hope there won't be any more chaos in Sunshine Forest. My weak spirit needs some relaxation."

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"Master Alex! You can't hesitate any longer. The farmers who escaped from Redridge Mountains have already told us about the movements of the green-skinned orcs. The people there have been retreating towards Elwynn Forest! Once those brutal invaders cross Redridge Mountains, Sunny Forest will be the first to bear the brunt!

We must prepare in advance.

Now, cast your powerful magic!

I heard from your apprentice that the magic was taught to you by Master Medivh himself. It will surely protect our town from the invasion of the greenskins!"

Outside the town of Precision Garden, in a quiet forest manor in the southern part of the Sunshine Forest, the local lord, Duke Elro Eberlock, and a large group of nobles were begging the old wizard who was sitting on the main throne with a pleasant demeanor.

The latter wears the emblem of the Kirin Tor of Dalaran on his chest, which represents his origin, and a staff that is like a combination of black ice crystal and ancient wooden staff is floating in his hand, which symbolizes his power.

This thing emits cold air just by floating there. Even the nobles who don't understand magic but are familiar with the smell of witches know how valuable this thing is.

Ebony Chill!

A famous spellcaster artifact in Dalaran. Although it is not as powerful as the legendary Staff of Atiesh, Guardian, but in the unanimous evaluation of the archmages, it is also a good thing handed down from ancient times and its quality is on the same level as the Staff of Aluneth, Guardian.

Best of all, Ebonchill is not a noisy magical weapon. Its creator did not imbue it with unnecessary intelligence, allowing it to loyally serve those mages who can harness its powerful strength.

Being able to control such a magical weapon, it can be seen that the status of the great wizard "Alex" in front of him is definitely extraordinary.

In fact, if he had not been obsessed with power and had always walked the path of arcane magic, he would definitely have a seat on the Council of Six in Dalaran.

At this time, facing the requests of the local nobles, the great wizard felt helpless.

The reason why he did not stay in his own mage tower in Dalaran, but instead traveled thousands of miles to the Sunshine Forest with the artifact was naturally because he had a mission.

Like Khadgar, this guy was also a member sent by the Kirin Tor to "monitor" Medivh.

With the energy and magical attainments of the Star Mages, ordinary mages would disappear inexplicably if they dared to approach Karazhan, let alone monitor them. Only a great wizard like Alex who holds a divine weapon would dare to take on this difficult task.

However, as mentioned earlier, Alex is not a person obsessed with power.

He has no interest in the conflicts between the Kirin Tor and the Guardians, is almost unguarded, and has an extremely strong thirst for knowledge, which leads to a very "black humor" result.

He was sent to monitor Medivh, but within a few days, Alex and Medivh became good friends.

This is not a derogatory term.

As a true great wizard who was devoted to the path of arcane magic, Medivh admired Alex's potential, talent and thirst for knowledge. He transformed himself into a raven and came to the manor where Alex was staying temporarily, sharing his magical inspiration with him all night long.

Alex also has great respect for Medivh.

He even took the initiative to lend the Ebonchill to Medivh to study the magic belonging to the first Guardian Alodi. Medivh also gave him the Staff of Atiesh Guardian to Alex for research.

Such frankness made both of them feel at ease with each other.

To be honest, if it weren't for the constant urging of the Six-Man Council, this business trip in Sunshine Forest would have been almost the most wonderful time in the Archmage's life.

With the help of Medivh, Alex has completed six difficult magic project researches in a row. His mind is now full of the "new arcane world" opened for him by the celestial wizard. He can't wait to return to his wizard tower to conduct a multi-year arcane research.

The archmage could feel that as long as he thoroughly understood the mysterious knowledge that Medivh had passed on to him, he might even be able to break through the boundaries of demigod on his own.

But things don't always go as planned.

Just as the great wizard was packing his luggage to leave, something happened.

"Are you sure the greenskins will attack Serene Garden?"

Archmage Alex was annoyed by the nobles.
The old wizard, who was not used to communicating with others, stopped their cries for help with his hand and asked seriously:

"To get to Sunny Forest from the Black Swamp, you can either take Redridge Mountains or Deadwind Pass, but the former has Marshal Lothar, and the latter requires passing through Karazhan Tower.

I really don't think you need to worry so much. This place is very safe. There is also the elite Kurson Brigade stationed at the border of Stranglethorn Vale. It will only take a few hours for them to arrive here to provide support. I can understand your fear, but magic is not as safe as you think.

Especially a barrier as huge as the one that protects an entire town.

Even I have to maintain it carefully, and I haven't yet fully mastered the protective magic that Lord Medivh taught me."

"Please save me!"

Duke Eberlocke is the local lord. He has his own intelligence channels and knows more.

Seeing that the great wizard was unwilling to help, the Duke immediately produced evidence.

"Although it is Red Ridge Mountains that is being attacked now, we are certain that orcs have already infiltrated Sunny Forest. This is not just my imagination. My guards have been hearing wolf howls while patrolling these days.
You see, there are gray wolves in the area, but they never come near town, and more than one person has seen strange figures moving through the woods like ghosts.

Those guys are carrying strange battle flags, they are obviously the vanguard of the orcs!"

他 说:

"We don't ask you to protect us for a long time, just wait until Marshal Lothar's army arrives here. For this, we are willing to offer you a generous reward. Please don't rush to refuse. I heard that your mage tower inherited from your mentor has not been repaired for nearly two hundred years.

You are devoted to the path of magic, but your apprentices have fallen to the point where they have to serve as guards for others to earn a living."

The Duke shook his head and said:
"How about this, if you're willing to help, I'll pay for your apprentices to become my family's personal mages for ten years! Regardless of whether they have your abilities or not, I'll support them for ten years!"

"We'll do the same. We'll pool our money to build a statue for you in Stormwind City!"

Other nobles donated generously.

For them, money is no longer important at this critical moment.

Alex himself has no worries about making a living. The monthly Archmage allowance from the Kirin Tor alone is enough for him to use. However, how his less outstanding disciples will live in the future is indeed a problem.

In a magical city like Dalaran, not every mage can make a living by magic.

Although this great master was not good at socializing, he was a kind person. He thought it would be a good thing to find a long-term job for his disciples before he left.

So after thinking about it, he nodded.

At dusk that day, a huge magic circle ceremony was completed in the center of Quiet Garden Town. Master Alex, holding the Ebony Chill, cast a spell with the assistance of his apprentices. He wanted to set up a "miniature" violet barrier here.

That is Dalaran's most famous defense area.

It was Medivh who taught him how to shrink such a huge area and maintain it for a short period of time.

Once this magic is released, the barrier will exist in Quiet Garden Town for at least ten days, which is enough for the people here to hold out until Marshal Lothar returns with his troops.

The swirling arcane magic continued to roll in the town, creating visible violet halos. An eggshell-shaped magic barrier quickly took shape, which immediately attracted the attention of Diakum, who was riding the Sun Wings towards the town and asking the people here to be prepared to receive the wounded.

"There's something wrong with that magic!"

Star Soul warned in his mind:

"The spatial beacon has been tampered with and landed in the twisting void! It's too late to stop it, stay away from it!"

"It's engulfing the entire town! It's full of civilians!"

At this moment, Diakum faced a choice.

But he hesitated for only a second, and then rushed in at the moment the halo closed as the Sun Wings accelerated.

Amid the terrified screams of thousands of people, as the light of heaven and earth transformed into a bizarre scene of the twisting void, Diakum landed on the ground. He stretched his neck and drew out the flaming blade.

"This is not a call from the Holy Light, but my own choice."

Looking at the demons that had been waiting here for a long time and were rushing towards him with a grin, he said:

"Besides, my weakened spirit needs some relaxation. Is there anything better than slaughtering demons to relax me?"

"Hohoho, Holy Light can't help you here"

Just as Shadow's sarcasm came to mind, Dick called out:

"Stop your babble! Come here and give me your power."

(End of this chapter)