Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 206:29. Oh my god! The black-clad butcher led his legendary monk servant to the twisting void to slaughter demons.
Medivh apparently "tampered" with the magical communication with Archmage Alex.

At least there was a murderous intention hidden in the technique he taught to the great wizard. He used a very wonderful method to tamper with the spatial landing point of the miniature violet barrier, and the great wizard did not discover this fatal move.

This fully proves that the magical attainments of the Star Realm Mage are indeed far higher than those of ordinary great mages, and it also indirectly shows that no matter how powerful one is, one must be on guard against others.

Otherwise, the fate of Master Alex at this time is the best lesson.

In fact, before the protective barrier closed, the archmage holding the artifact realized that something was wrong. Such a protective spell should not involve the participation of spatial forces, but out of trust in his "good friend" Medivh, he did not stop releasing magic. At the moment of space transformation, the archmage realized that he had been deceived.

He is just simple, he is not stupid.

Therefore, the moment all the civilians of the entire Quiet Garden Town fell into the twisting void, the archmage immediately waved his hand and summoned six powerful water elemental guards to protect the civilians behind him.

But someone reacted faster than him.

The great wizard only saw a figure charging forward. Against the backdrop of the demons advancing with grins on their faces, that guy was practically committing suicide. Then, he saw the demon guards being slaughtered and cut as if caught in a storm of sharp blades.

The guy was covered in a gauze of shadow, which made him look like a bad guy, but the power of shadow enhanced his melee power, making the black strange sword create illusions when it swung out.

A team of demon guards who were ready to massacre humans were defeated in less than a minute. Especially when Diakum waved his hand and struggled to tear open a void rift, summoning a faceless barbarian to charge around, these demons realized that the plan of Baladur, the powerful demon lord who dominated this broken world, had failed.

This planned teleportation not only delivered a group of terrified civilian sacrifices, but also a very dangerous Shadow Warrior!
Ordinary demons can't handle him!

"Retreat! Report to the lord! Have him send out the Abyss Demons!"

The demons that were defeated were not fools either.

Seeing that the cannon fodder could not resist, they immediately retreated deep into the broken wasteland. After killing nearly a hundred lower-level demons, Diakum, feeling refreshed, turned around with the Sword Master Blade in hand and walked over the corpses of the demons towards the group of terrified mages and civilians.

Behind him, summoned Faceless Brutes were torturing the bodies of the demons, transforming their foul flesh into monstrous flesh beasts to shape the "Void Vanguard" for the powerful and noble Dark Archon.

In general, compared to the hideous demons, the faceless monster in front of us, which gives people a splitting headache, is more terrifying.

Therefore, when Diakum walked towards the humans, terrified civilians immediately screamed and ran away, and children were frightened and cried.

The Sentinel ignored them.

He looked at the shocked Archmage of Dalaran and the Ebon Chill Staff in his hand and said:
"you were fooled."

"Yes, I trusted Medivh wrongly."

Archmage Alex sighed, and the old mage said in a hoarse voice:
"It makes sense for the Council of Six to be wary of him, but I can't understand why he would do this."

"It wasn't Medivh who lied to you, but someone else you couldn't imagine."

Dick waved his hands and said casually:
"Letting a researcher who can't discern people's hearts do the work of a spy shows the corruption and arrogance of the Kirin Tor. Instead of doubting Medivh, I think you should think carefully about whether to return to Dalaran after this.

As far as I know, there are many people who want the 'Ebony Chill' in your hand."

"This"

Dick's reminder startled the old wizard, and the disciples beside him also showed expressions of fear.

"Can magic be reversed?"

他 说:

"You're a spellcaster. Now that you've seen through Medivh's tricks, you should be able to break them, right?"

"Yes! Just reverse the spatial beacon and cast the spell again, but this takes time. Besides, this is the Twisting Nether, where arcane magic is almost non-existent."

Archmage Alex said with a painful expression:
"This means we need to use our own magic to complete this magic, but it
That's it!

I will solve the trouble I caused!
While I cast the spell, please protect these civilians who have suffered because of my credulity and mistake. You bear the emblem of the Iron Horse Brotherhood under Marshal Lothar, and you are a close friend of that marshal.

You can trust. "

"Of course, anyone can be trusted more than the demons in this damn place."

The sentinel signaled the old wizard to start reversing the magic immediately. He turned around and glanced at the crowd. The nobles were calling for their guards in fear, and some of those with weak constitutions were already having difficulty breathing.

This is the twisting void, the realm of fel energy. There is almost nothing here except fel energy. Fragile flesh and blood will actively transform into "half-demons" here.

But the erosion of evil energy is not that fast. If these people fall into the Sea of No Light, then during this delay, they will probably all turn into flesh and blood beasts or grow strange things on their bodies.

"My son! Look, Archmage! What happened to my son?"

Duke Eberlocke's terrified cry rang out among the crowd.

Dick stepped forward quickly and looked at the little boy in the arms of the middle-aged duke. He was about six or seven years old, but he was shaking constantly. Visible traces of evil energy were surrounding him, even burning the arms of the duke and the little girl who was frightened and crying beside him.

"He is being summoned by the fel."

Dick said in a serious tone:

"Your child is a natural born warlock! His terrifying innate affinity for fel energy has been activated by the Twisting Nether. If he can no longer leave, he may transform into a half-demon. His soul was born to belong here."

"You're talking nonsense! How could my son be a demon?"

The Duke shouted angrily and tried to push Diakum away.

This scene happened to be seen by the strange "fat man" who was drunk outside the crowd.

The latter rubbed his sleepy eyes and saw a guy surrounded by shadows trying to "harm someone", while the poor boy's father was pushing him away.

"Huh? How dare this villain hurt anyone! Back off!"

A human voice with an accent sounded, and the fat man jumped up lightly, stepping on the heads of several dazed guards and "flying" over. In his hand, he swung the green bamboo with a small wine jar tied to it, bringing up a fierce blow with a jasper wind, and in just a few moves, he pushed Diakum back several steps.

When the Sentinel grasped the weapon, the latter had already made an opening move of the super classic Pandaria ancient fist, Hundred Claws.

"Huh? Why are you here, a drunkard?"

Looking at the fat man in front of him who was as ferocious as a bear and as agile as a cat, Diakum exclaimed:
"Are the wanderers from the Five Dawn Temple starting to travel the world now?"

"Shut up! Evildoer, don't even think about doing bad things in front of me, Old Chen. Hiccup"

The guy shouted in a long voice, sounding very majestic, but the big burp at the end ruined his momentum.

Ok.

He started punching drunk when he was drunk, no wonder he hit so hard.

The Sentinel took a look at the small fingerprint on his armor. He was about to explain a few words. After all, this "old acquaintance" in front of him was his favorite hero in his previous life.

But at this moment, as the broken and scorched ground shook, Diakum and the "knight" turned around and saw a large group of ferocious hellhounds and lower-level demons surrounding a huge Abyss Lord rushing towards them.

Behind the Lord of the Abyss there is a red-skinned Eredar Lord, guarded by several Fel Lords. He holds a Fel Crystal Tower Staff and looks very majestic.

That guy should be the lord of this dead and broken world.

It was here that it set an ambush, ready to devour the delicious souls of these mortals and take away its spoils. Arcane artifacts like Ebony Chill were also very valuable treasures for demon spellcasters.

"Two legendary demons. It seems we are lucky. There are no dangerous demigod demons here. We can still deal with them."

Diakum stretched his shoulders and spoke in Pandarian to the fat man in black behind him:

"I'll deal with the Eredar, you deal with that Pit Lord!"

"Ah I?"

The drunken monk became a little more sober after being hit by the devil's hideous and disgusting smell of sulfur. He rubbed his eyes, glanced at the Abyss Lord who was as huge as an ancient mammoth, and then looked at the green bamboo in his hand.

He pushed his bamboo hat and sighed:
"Are you sure I can do this? I'm just a wanderer passing through Sunshine Forest and asking for a few cups of moonshine wine. I don't have the same powerful strength as you." "Pretend! Keep pretending!"

Diakum joked:
"If the Chief Monk of the Temple of Five Dawns can't even handle an annihilan, Master Shang Xi will probably break your legs. Here, I'll lend you this!"

With a wave of his hand, Kazak's soul-sucking staff flew over. The nimble fat man held it in his hand and did some cool tricks with it. The elemental power contained in it then activated the monk's body and transformed into the roars of tigers and dragons.

Seeing that Diakum was already rushing towards the Eredar Lord with a knife in hand, the monk Lao Chen, who was following the path of wandering and didn't want to meddle in other people's business, glanced at the civilians behind him. They were trembling with fear.

If he didn't take action, these people would become the devil's meal.

"Alas, I have to break my vow today. I hope Northern Snow Wrath Heavenly Lord won't blame me for being nosy."

He sighed, bent down and reached out to pinch the face of the little girl next to Duke Eberlock. As he bent down, the gauze of the hat fluttered, allowing the little girl to see the face underneath the hat.

Wow, the black and white mane sets off the round face, and the black patches on the eyes make it look both majestic and cute.

"Don't cry, watch your Uncle Chen perform a magic trick for you!"

The monk, still a little drunk, jumped over lightly and landed in front of the Lord of the Abyss, looking down at the hideous demon with disdain.

"We respectfully invite the Northern Snow Wrath Heavenly Venerable to assist the disciples of the Five Dawn Temple in subduing demons and monsters today!"

With a roar, with the help of the elemental power in Kazak's soul-sucking staff, in the wild and boiling dance of jade lightning, a huge illusion of Snow Wrath tore through space and landed in front of the civilians with the proud majesty of a white tiger descending to the earth.

The Pandaren monk bowed to the illusion of the Heavenly Lord with a battle staff in hand. While the illusion of the white tiger, which was wrapped in bone-breaking gale and accompanied by thunder, killed the demons, the monk also transformed into a dancing green dragon and smashed into the chest of the Lord of the Abyss amidst Kazzak's excited roar.

Such a heavy blow almost knocked out the Abyss Lord's overnight meal.

But it's all good.

At least the legendary monk Lao Chen was measured in his actions, unlike the Holy Light Butcher next door who kept slashing with his knife.

Every swing of the Flame Blade would trigger the special effects of the Elimination Blade. These demons, who relied entirely on their fel energy talents and rarely honed their personal martial arts, couldn't even resist the Sword Master Diakum.

The attack will result in sudden death, and sudden death means instant kill.

The exaggerated scene of rows of demons falling in large numbers made the Eredar Lord, who was just going through the motions, quickly realize that something was wrong. He sent his elite guards to kill the shadow warrior, but when the elite demons entered the scene, holy light exploded, and the continuous blows of the solar storm melted all the demons in front of him.

Diakum did not use the Holy Light Force. He had already "broken the rules" when fighting against the human form of Mr. Sa. He only had 8 chances left and he had to use them sparingly.

So he called his "Fifty Dollar Brother" for help.

When the iconic Seraph Kingsguard emerged from the light, holding the Holy Feathered Glory Greatsword and began to slaughter the demons, the Eredar Lord was completely unable to hold back.

In the entire material universe, there is only one Light Walker King's Guard Captain who is this awesome!

This is Diakum!
God knows why the "Holy Light Butcher" wants to transform into a human.
hiss!
The clever Eredar Lord immediately thought of a terrible possibility: it must be the vicious demon-slaying bastard Diakum who was "fishing"!
Yes, he saw through his carefully prepared conspiracy, so he disguised himself as a weak human being and hid among the civilians, with the purpose of luring him into the trap and repeating Kazak's terrible experience on himself.

Damn!

Why is Diakme so bad?
"Stop it! Stop it! Don't let it get close to me!"

The Eredar lord panicked.

It yelled at its demons to rush forward to stop Diakum, but it was so scared, so wouldn't the other demons be afraid?

When the infamous "Holy Light Butcher" strode up the hillside where the Eredar Lord was, holding a weapon as hot as a lava blade, the demons immediately scattered.

They are afraid.

If you can't defeat other enemies, you can die, but facing Diakum, you don't even have a chance to die, not to mention that this is the Twisting Nether!

When a demon dies here, it's truly dead.

This damn Eredar lord didn't treat me very well either. When I was "baited" by the Holy Light Butcher, I rushed forward and shouted a few times, which was worthy of Baladur's daily cultivation of me.

"Run, run! The Light Butcher is no longer content to slaughter us in the material world. He has brought his legendary monk servants to the Twisting Nether to launch a demon-slaying expedition. Report to the Conqueror! Let the Shaper unleash his power! Let the Destroyer bring his army!

We need a demon army.
Do not!
We need ten legions!"

The little devils riding on hellhounds screamed in a noisy voice. This demon "atmosphere group" was not good at fighting, but when they turned into "defeatist counselors" and ran away, they were as good as ten people at once, shouting "Our army is defeated".

The desperate Lord Baladur could only watch as Diakum, escorted by the Kings' Guard, stepped closer to him step by step through the ashes.

The opponent's reputation was so fierce that the Eredar Lord didn't even think of resisting.

What's more, this guy has a guilty conscience.
"your name!"

Diak'um stared at the paralyzed Eredar lord beneath his helmet and said:

"Don't make me ask a second time."

"Bala-dur. No, no! Barak! My name is Barak, former captain of the guards at the Academy of Mysteries, your subordinate. Honorable Captain Diakum."

The Eredar Lord screamed:

"I have served you for two hundred years! When the Awakener Cult attacked the Arcane Academy, I fought alongside Vice Captain Malderan against the demons! I also participated in the Battle of Mac'Aree with you.
Spare my life! "

"Which eredar clan do you belong to?"

Dick stared at it, and the latter whispered tremblingly:
"Antoran Heart Clan, we found a new home in the astral sea and spent over ten thousand years there, but the devil found us, and the Defiler's army bloodbathed our world. The Shaper gave me a chance!
I took the rest of the people with me.
I did this to save people!
Look!
I always carry my Heart of Argus with me, I never lose it!"

It frantically took out a rusty Heart of Argus pendant from its arms and held it high, trying to awaken the kindness in Diakum's heart.

The Sentinel looked at the pendant, which had lost its Star Soul fragment and turned into ordinary iron. He was silent for a few seconds and said:
"What about your world?"

Baladur was silent for a moment, patted the fel scorched earth beside him, and said in a sad tone:

"Right beneath your feet, demons slaughtered it and dragged it into the Twisting Nether."

"Lies! The world's core is shattered like this. It's obvious that someone performed a fel ritual within the world, allowing the energy of the twisting void to infuse the planet's interior, shattering it into such a scorched earth."

Dick scolded:
"You summoned the demon! You betrayed the clan, you! You betrayed the oath of Argus! What a shame!"

"me."

The other party seemed to be frightened and lowered his head to gasp for breath.

But a few seconds later, as the fel energy erupted, the hideous Eredar Demon Lord stabbed at Diakum with a blade shaped from fel fire, roaring:

"You must die too!!! Dark Titan Yong."

"boom"

The Twilight Hammer, echoing with the tearing of the void, smashed head-on into its head, and the demonic horn that had become a gathering of fel energy broke and flew out.

Amid the Demon Lord's soul-tearing screams, Diakum pressed down on its shoulders with his left hand, raised the Void Relic in his right hand high, and brought it down fiercely amid Shadow's wild laughter.

The scorching flaming blade pierced the ground.

This proud blade seemed to be too disdainful to kill the pathetic traitor.

The Argus Star Soul shouted out punishment. The radiance of the Seal of the Eredar Leader burst out from the Vigilant's helmet. In the cold dance of the light, he pronounced:
"I want you to suffer in the Sunless Sea for a hundred thousand years! I want you to repay the same despair for every member of your tribe you've harmed! I want you to endure the pain of being cut into pieces, just like the wailing of the world beneath your feet!
You will forget everything, Barak the Betrayer!

Only your sin remains to wash over your soul until it and your shame vanish into thin air, and then I will allow you to be free!

Don't be afraid, the Holy Light Butcher is not here.

Only the Dark Archon is here to hear your wail and bury you. Now, wail."

(End of this chapter)