Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 222, Section 45. The limited-time "Siege of Stormwind" event, exclusively for Gnolls, is back! Come and attack the city!
Dick has always believed that acquiring and mastering power requires long-term practice and countless fierce battles. Even arcane truths require mages to study that uncharted territory in the mage tower day after day.

He doesn't really believe that there are individuals in this world who can offset effort with talent.

There are no shortcuts on the path to power.

But when that fire of anger ignited on the Blade of Flames, even Diakum, who was over 20,000 years old, felt that he might have been too hasty in his judgment.

Geniuses do exist in this world!

For example, Medivh, and Varian Wrynn right now.

This nine-and-a-half-year-old boy truly activated the warrior's legacy on the Blade of the Sword Saint by relying on his simple desire to "help".

Even if it's just activating the legacy and not actually gaining power, it's enough to prove Varian Wrynn's talent in the Path of Wrath before he even became the "High King." The skills and experiences summarized and refined by the master swordsmen of the past have been imprinted into the little prince's mind in a "spiritual imprint."

It gave him a splitting headache, and he was also surprised when he looked at the unreal flames burning in his hands.

He had never seen such rage burn in a real form, and even a legendary warrior like Sir Lothar seemed unable to do so.

“The rage of the Way of Anger is more like a spiritual force, a variant of willpower forged and honed by life force in unyielding battle. Do not fear it, nor resist it.”

Diakum placed his hand on Varian's shoulder and whispered:

"Remember this feeling of burning anger!"
You have a much higher starting point than other warriors, but that's just a starting point. Whether you can realize your amazing talent depends on your progress and self-discipline in the trials of fate. But you have indeed gained power. From this moment on, you are a warrior.

"But I do not yet have my own sword."

The little prince was dizzy.

The world before him was superimposed with bizarre illusions, as if many brown-skinned sword masters, wielding longswords and carrying battle banners, were demonstrating different martial arts before him. He wanted to see clearly, but his weak spirit could not support him to continue learning.

In his hazy, dreamlike ramblings, he said:

"I must have a sword before I can go to the battlefield."

"You will have it. Go to sleep. When you wake up, you will face your battle."

Dick used hypnosis to put the little prince to sleep, then picked him up and handed him to General Tirasalan, who had rushed over, and instructed him:
“You will protect him during this time. He will serve as an envoy of the Stormwind Kingdom. Once I retrieve the artifact, I will take him to Draenor.”

"Ah."

The tall Draenei general nodded, and then the Vigilant took out a dark shard of Narukara, put it into a box, and placed it in Varian's hand.

Tirasalan raised an eyebrow and said in a low voice:
"Wouldn't it be a bit much to entrust something so dangerous to a child?"

“The child said he needed a sword, so I gave him a ‘good sword’.”

Dick waved his hand and said:
“Take him back. I need to consecrate the warriors. It’s quite a burden for me to lead so many people on the path of the Warriors of Light. But don’t worry, it’s just guiding holy power; we don’t need to use the power of holy light.”

Tira Salan was relieved and left the cathedral with the little prince in her arms.

Diakum, accompanied by the holy book and several priests carrying various materials, headed towards the square. Marshal Lothar and King Ryan were already waiting there. The number of warriors they had gathered exceeded six hundred, and they formed a parade-like formation in the square.

Some mages who had come down from the battlefield were watching from the sidelines. Although the connection between humans and light had lasted for more than two thousand years, this was the first time such a large-scale high-level consecration ceremony had been held.

It is said that this time a saint from another race will come to perform the blessing, and the mages are indeed very interested in this.

The fact that humanity has not developed a profession related to paladins over such a long period of time is not because they are not devout enough. Diakum knows very well that this is actually related to humanity's "origins".

They can become excellent priests, but the Paladin class, which requires the blessing of the Holy Light, must use certain "holy objects" as nodes for the infusion of holy power.

Unlike the Draenei, who can become garrison commanders simply by praying and establishing a code of holy light.

Time was of the essence, so there was no ceremonial preaching. Diakum opened his holy book and suspended Ashbringer in front of him as a node for the transmission of holy power. The priests were at this moment applying holy oil to the foreheads of each sworn person.

This is still the "secret recipe" shared by Dick.

A sacred artifact used by the Draenei garrison commanders that can temporarily enhance a person's connection to the divine power of light.

"Holy Light! Please bless these 'People of Order' before us."

He prayed in his heart, then raised his left hand, releasing the professional traits of the Blazing Sun Pioneer, allowing his holy power to enter a burning state.

As the Ashbringer hummed, arcs of light imbued with holy light and morality were released outwards in the form of a sacred halo. At this moment, the people in the square were enveloped in the scorching sunlight, and they could clearly feel the warm power touching and embracing them.

Holy light!

This idealistic force, born from the darkest origins of the stars, has never existed so truly, and is far more powerful than the spiritual comfort felt in every prayer and sermon of pastors.

Marlan even saw seraphim with radiant wings teaching her demon-slaying techniques while praying with her eyes closed, along with the various virtues of holy light.

The essence of this consecration ceremony is actually the transfer of holy power that the group of outrageous Ash Knights received by touching the Ashbringer.

But when Diakum personally took charge, he was able to suppress the overly fanatical part of his own sense of morality.

Although Lothar said they needed fanatical paladins now, creating a group of people obsessed with the Holy Light would actually make them harder to control in this situation. In a long war, faith and reason are both indispensable.

"Shape your holy morality!"

Diakum called out in the light:

"Make a vow to the Holy Light that you can uphold for a lifetime! The Primordial Light will then grant you the divine power you need, but those who hold the vow must always be vigilant about the path they walk, for once the vow is broken, the Holy Light will depart from you."

In that instant, he was connected with the spirit of these sworn warriors, and so the next second, Diakum heard the desires in their hearts and their vows.

Defend justice, uphold faith, heal suffering, help the weak, promote courage, and punish enemy leaders.

Different oaths lead to different paths, guiding these warriors onto their own path of holy light during this time of war. Diakum also heard Duke Bolvar and Major Windsor shouting oaths of "revenge," perhaps the war had changed them.

"These humans."

The voice of Argus, tinged with a hint of doubt, rang in Dick's ears. It said:

"You just called them 'Citizens of Order,' so they're also connected to the Titans?"

"Their ancestors were the Iron Protectors left behind by the Titans, who were shaped into what they are today by the combined forces of Order and the Void, much like the birth of the Orcs. The Holy Light therefore held a certain scrutiny towards them, but now, they all belong to the Holy Light."

Dick replied:
"In the Force Wars of Azeroth, the Holy Light has always played the role of 'lurker' and 'observer,' but now, through my guidance, it is able to truly enter the fray. The legacy of the paladins will continue to expand throughout the world as humanity progresses, eventually forming a force that intervenes in the future."

Azeroth is getting more and more lively.

“But my sisters won’t choose either one!”

Argus said:

"No one can force her to make a choice, not even Diakum, not even the Holy Light!"

"Yes, that's exactly why we're here."

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"boom"

The heavy flail swung up, sending the high elf ranger flying. The ranger's halberd was very destructive, but Hogg easily dodged it.

The power bestowed upon him by the Black Wolf God gave him brute strength, the footsteps of the wolf pack made him even faster, the whispers of Lycanthos allowed him to evade sneak attacks, and the tattoos on his skin made Hogg no longer afraid of the fireballs and holy flames thrown by humans.

It felt incredibly powerful!
"Roar! Master Hogg craves a real challenge! Pointy-eared elves are weak! Get out of the way!"

Hogg kicked away the elf he had knocked down.

Just like before in Goldshire, it disdained to take the life of this weakling.

Because the Black Wolf God doesn't like it.

The powerful gnoll warhead charged back and forth on the city wall, spinning its body to smash its flail. The fearful dodges of the elves gave it pleasure, and it would quickly defeat any stronger elves it encountered, making it seem as if it were in an empty field.

Thanks to Hogg's brilliant performance, the gnolls he led had quickly occupied this section of the wall, much to the delight of the Greenskins overlords behind him. Once the gnolls had secured their position, the heavy infantry, now under the command of the Thunder Clan, began to climb the ladders.

These warriors, chosen from the Warsong Gulch and the Blackrock clans, are true war fanatics!

Once they enter the battlefield, taking this city wall will be a sure thing.

"What do you mean a 'legendary gnoll' has appeared on the other side of the outer city wall? Are you kidding me?"

General Lireza, who was overseeing the battle from the front of the city wall, could hardly believe his ears.

Gnolls also exist in Quel'Thalas. The Ranger-General knows how stupid they are. In fact, the new recruits of the Farstrider Legion need to practice against gnolls before dealing with trolls. But now, even these beast-like creatures can produce "legends"?

Is the world really going to end?

"Mother, how could I joke about something like this?"

Vereesa Windrunner, wielding two raven-shaped crossbows, continuously shot down the surrounding gnolls, reporting to her mother:
"Second sister is dealing with it over there! But the orcs seem to have also stormed the city. Do you want to go and help?" "I have to stay here. There are demonic dragons watching from above. They will appear immediately if I leave."

The chivalrous general, wielding twin swords with lightning speed, reaped the heads of the gnolls. She turned and shouted to the armored warrior on the other side of the city wall, who was unleashing his full power:
“Daenerys! Go help Sylvanas and meet that legendary gnoll. I suspect he’s the Black Wolf God’s ‘chosen one’ among the gnolls. You know how tough those Loa’s spirit warriors are to deal with.”

So, if possible, kill it before it fully matures!

"it is good."

The female warrior, wielding the Phoenix Twin Blades, turned and threw out a grappling hook to secure the watchtowers blocking both sides of the city wall, then sprinted towards the edge of the wall.

She was enveloped in a tangible aura of rage, indicating that this slender warrior was also a highly talented fighter.

As the granddaughter of Farondis, she inherited the Highborne's amazing flexibility and magical physique, and also had one-quarter of the blood of the human kingdom of Trollbane. As a descendant of the "Troll Slayer," her talent and skill in the path of the warrior certainly allowed her to look down on Anduin Lothar.

That was her fiancé, but she wouldn't admit it!
At least for now, they don't admit it.

She hurried to the edge of the city wall and saw young Sylvanas being forced back by the ferocious gnoll.

The wolf spirit tattoo beneath the latter's mane shone brightly, almost identical to the divine warriors under the command of the Amani troll Loa she had previously dealt with.

"This world is really doomed!"

As Daenerys leaped down and charged through the air towards the crazed Hogg, she cursed:
"Even the gnolls have produced a legend, so what will I see tomorrow? A legendary murloc or a legendary kobold?"

"boom"

The savage clash of the armored swordsman knocked Hogg back a few steps, igniting a wolf-like howl from the old man, who grabbed the giant axe from the slain orc and charged toward the pointy-eared creature with dual heavy weapons.

"Shiva, snipe the orcs!"

While parrying Hogger's fierce attacks, the Phoenix Swordsman shouted to his niece:

"Don't let them get onto the city walls. We don't have many people. We need to hold out until the humans come to relieve us! By the way, how come you, a ranger, can't control your excessive aggression? If you want to fight in close combat, at least switch to a couple of longswords. You can't even pierce its mane with a small dagger!"

Shiva felt helpless after being scolded by her aunt.

It wasn't that she didn't want to use a longsword; her own ranger's sword had just been broken by this overly aggressive gnoll. But her aunt was right; the Windrunner family's power could only be revealed after they had created distance.

The skilled ranger captain drew back her warbow, and Sylvanas, now in sniping mode, her long hair flying as she nocked three arrows at once.

The moment the first strong and fierce Blackrock orc roared and leaped onto the city wall, an arrow pierced his skull through his left eye. The guy was tough enough to fall off the wall without uttering a sound.

Then came the second and the third.
The Windrunner, now completely uninhibited, demonstrated to the orcs what the 6,800-year-old ranger tradition meant. Unable to close the distance, the orcs would become sitting ducks as soon as they climbed the city walls.

Can't escape!

There's no way to dodge it; that little elf girl on the other side can shoot seven arrows in a second!
The hand speed was so fast that even slow motion would leave afterimages. This was certainly not normal power. The blue battle markings on Windrunner's face were also radiating magical light, but in the midst of a life-or-death battlefield, no one cared about such things.

The orcs weren't without ways to deal with archers; the real problem was that Hogg, that idiot gnoll, had gone on a killing spree.

It entered a state similar to "blood rage and frenzy," attacking anyone who dared to approach. The worst part was that this idiot was positioned right between the orcs and the elven rangers, and the area on the city wall was so small—there was nowhere to hide!

After the fourth orc who dared to approach was cut down by the berserk Hogger, the orcs had no choice but to brave the windrunner's arrows and charge over the city walls into the city.

"We can't let them into the city!"

Daenerys cried out:

Where are those mages?

"boom"

As soon as he finished speaking, a fiery storm exploded precisely beneath the city wall, followed by a biting blizzard. This "double storm of ice and fire" instantly engulfed all the gnolls, wolves, and orcs that rushed forward.

"Hahaha! Who's the strongest! Who's the most powerful?!"

Millhouse Manastorm's piercing cry was clear even amidst the fighting on the city walls. The goofy mage, standing atop a watchtower on the inner wall, struck a graceful pose after just casting a Flamestorm Scroll, and shouted:

"Millhouse is the strongest! Millhouse is the most powerful!"

"You fucking watch out!"

Khadgar's shout, which was maintaining the blizzard, was like a warning, but it was too late. Millhouse screamed as he was knocked down by a hail of spears thrown by the hunters of the Thunder Clan. His miserable scream was drawn out for a long time.

But the fact that it can still scream so loudly suggests it's only a superficial injury.

"Pointy ears! What are you looking at?"

Hogger's roar caused Daenerys to step back to block, but the crossed phoenix blades were smashed away by the furious flail in the next second.

Although a warrior is not necessarily unable to fight without a weapon, having her weapon knocked out by a gnoll in battle was a huge embarrassment for the proud Daenerys. The shame ignited her anger, and she finally took out her real "weapon" from her magic pocket.

She lifted a huge, savage, terrifying battle axe, powerful enough to cleave off the head of a savage troll with a single blow, with one hand!

Okay, I was originally planning to use my elegant twin swords to pretend to be a "battlefield lady" in front of my fiancé, but since you, you blind jackal, have shattered my disguise, then I don't need to hide anything anymore!
Come!
Take a good look at this barbarian lord's battleaxe that Ignatius Trollbane used 2,800 years ago! Come on, tell me what you, you gnoll-born bastard, are trying to do.
"boom"

The moment the ancient barbarian battle axe was swung, Hogg's flail exploded upon impact, the sound of the weapon shattering seemingly bringing Hogg back to his senses from his frenzy.

Even though it wasn't a troll, the fury in the eyes of the half-elf warrior who had unleashed the full power of "Trollbane the Barbarian" made Hogg's hair stand on end.

It felt that it was not facing a skinny, effeminate man with pointed ears, but a barbarian lord who was over three meters tall, muscular, and capable of strangling it with his biceps.

"run!"

The whispers of the Black Wolf God came swiftly and concisely, fully demonstrating Lycanthos's pessimistic view of this battle.

Hogg is a very promising gnoll warlord. His journey has only just begun. The Black Wolf God is counting on this guy to conquer all the gnolls in the world and establish a large gnoll tribe, adding a powerful kin to himself, the Loa.

It absolutely cannot die here.

"Roar! That's enough for today! Pointy Ears, leave your name! Lord Hogg doesn't kill nameless ghosts!"

"Trying to run away, huh?"

Daenerys, dragging her massive axe as tall as herself, sneered amidst her burning rage:

"If I let you get away today, I'll marry that cowardly Lothar tonight!"

"careful!"

The warning from below the city walls prompted Daenerys to duck, roll, and leap in glory to dodge the burning infernal falling from above. The meteorite crashed onto the walls, causing the ground to shake violently, and Hogg seized the opportunity to dash away.

But by then, nobody cared about it anymore.

The warlocks of the Dragonmaw Clan have arrived, and it's not just warlocks who have come.

The wind outside the city walls turned chilly, and as Daenerys stared wide-eyed, she saw ominous knights in black armor riding skeletal warhorses charging out of the forest, accompanied by a large horde of corpses from various races!

"What kind of monster is this?"

When she first saw this thing, she instinctively felt very uncomfortable.

"Death Knight! A creation of necromancy."

The Lionheart Slayer's holy sword, gleaming with holy light, crashed down with the power of the Hammer of Justice, destroying the hellfire that Daenerys was about to strike. The newly ascended paladin Lothar strode up the city wall and pulled his holy sword from the scorching, burning core.

Behind him, Major Windsor, wielding a greatsword, led the paladins back to the battlefield.

He looked at the newly arrived enemies outside the city and whispered:

"That's what Saint Diakum called them. The greenskin sorcerers brought the power of death into this world, but it doesn't matter. Whether they're here or not, this city will still face war!"

The marshal returned the Phoenix Battle Blade, which he had picked up along the way, to his nominal "fiancée".

He looked at the barbarian lord's battle axe in Daenerys's hand, a weapon so menacing that even he, a seasoned warrior, was somewhat shocked, and whispered:

"His Majesty Solas Trollbane just handed over his family heirloom to you like that? He considers this battle axe left by his ancestors to be a legitimate possession of the Kingdom of Stromgarde."

"Nonsense! He still has to call me aunt. I've beaten him since he was little, and he's still a good-for-nothing now. I haven't beaten him enough! If he dares not give it to me, I'll keep beating him!"

Daenerys said irritably:
"Besides, the current Troll family is a bunch of good-for-nothings! Only my grand-nephew Danas has some talent. Let me make this clear, Anduin Lothar, I will not and cannot marry a weak man after awakening the power of Ignatius."

"You're still far from it."

"Well, to be honest, I also thought you were an arrogant young lady."

A subtle smile appeared beneath Lothar's helm. He stood beside Daenerys, sword in hand, and said:
"But now I feel like you're quite to my liking, let's be comrades for now."

"Okay! Don't hold me back later, cough cough, don't drag me down!"

(End of this chapter)