Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 237, Section 60: Appearance and End - Chromie's Dragon Travel Group Gains Another Fierce Member! - [25]

(Bonus chapter for "Huo Zheng Ting Hao" [2/5])
"Ms. Katrina invites you all to meet in the cabin."

The Prestor family servants extended an invitation to the group standing on the shore with great poise. As expected of a noble family, even the small boat was custom-made, with the Prestor family crest embossed in gold on the hull. Even the sturdy servants' oars were decorated with the same design.

Tsk, one word: dignified!
Diakum, wearing his battle helmet, nodded and stepped onto the ship, followed by the others.

Rexxar, his entire body concealed by a wolf-skin hood, passed by the servant. His nose twitched; the Mok'Nathal hunter caught a savage scent that only a ferocious prey could possess.

It's not as simple as just "taste".

Since choosing his path in Everbloom, possessing both the abilities of a "Beastmaster" and a "Druid," he can directly glean a great deal from the life force of his targets—a unique skill of the Lifewalker.

In an instant, Rexxar understood what the Vigilant had brought them here for.

He gestured to the others with his eyes, and as the small boat approached the merchant ship outside the dock and everyone boarded the large ship, Rexxar chose to stay on the ship.

Why aren't our distinguished guests going up?

Presto's servant asked curiously, and Rexxar replied in accented human language:

"I am just a servant and am not qualified to meet such important people. Could you please take me to your cabin to rest? The battles of the past few days have been exhausting."

"Oh, okay, okay, please come with me. We've also brought the best spirits from the dwarves; you'll surely enjoy them."

The black-haired, black-eyed servant looked at the tall man who was completely covered up.

He felt there was something wrong with this guy, but couldn't quite put his finger on it, so he decided to keep an eye on him himself.

Princess Prestor didn't bring any other family members with her to Stormwind City this time to keep a low profile. This is also the first time the Prestor family has appeared in the Stormwind Kingdom. If something goes wrong, it will be very troublesome. These loyal servants need to keep a close eye on things.

Lady Katarina personally welcomed Marshal Lothar's envoy on the deck.

The moment she saw Diakum, this high-ranking dragon realized that he had used Disguise, a form of dragon magic. Her own human form was also created using Disguise, which made her doubt Diakum's true identity.

Although we cannot see the true appearance beneath the illusion, we can be certain that this is definitely not a normal human being.

He had never seen the three blue-skinned, long-tailed hoofed men behind him before, but considering the recent changes in the Stormwind Kingdom, the Black Dragon Princess deduced that these guys might be those "foreigners".

“We are of special constitution and are not affected by the plague, so the Marshal sent us to make contact with you. Your Excellency Lady Katarina, the Marshal also has a special message for me to convey to you, which is related to the ‘reconstruction of the Second Empire’.”

Dick stepped forward and whispered:
"Because you and your father saved Marshal Lothar from the dragon attack on Redridge Mountains last time, the grateful Marshal Lothar considers you two to be trustworthy people, and he hopes that you can make the proposal to your father."

The specific details are not easy to disclose. Could we discuss this in the captain's cabin?

"Rebuild the empire?"

Princess Black Dragon's eyes flashed with surprise, and she thought to herself, "This is so exciting! My father will definitely be interested!"

If Lothar succeeds in his plan, and the Prestor family plays a significant role in it, the human empire might become the perfect hiding place for the Black Dragonflight. At that time, with the power of the imperial central government, the entire eastern continent would become their territory.

This is far more efficient than the black dragons painstakingly trying to bewitch the various kings and lords.

"Of course, the Presto family has always served the well-being of human civilization, and this is indeed a very important matter. Please follow me, messenger."

Duchess Katarina gestured for them to proceed.

She knew there was a risk, but the guy in front of her wasn't even a Legendary, and he was visibly weak. Even if he really harbored evil intentions, she could easily deal with him.

"The three of you stay here."

Diakum turned to his three companions and said:

"Help the Duchess's loyal servants transfer the goods to the docks, and prevent the noble from being at risk of contracting the plague."

"Yes, my lord."

Irelia bowed deeply, displaying a very role-playing spirit.

After the watcher followed the alluring, dark-haired woman who clearly didn't look like a good person into the captain's cabin, Nellie gestured to Irele and Tirasalan, and the three of them separated and entered the cabin from the deck.

There were quite a few people here, but upon closer inspection, they were mostly black-haired and black-eyed, and their expressions were very gloomy.

The Presto family really has some connections.

In the captain's cabin, after Diakum closed the door, he turned around and saw a pair of eyes shining with purple light staring at him. The bewitching power from the void was applied to the Vigilant, causing him to cover his head and take a few steps back. Then, his struggling posture became dazed.

"Who are you!"

Princess Black Dragon asked:

"What is your relationship with Lothar?"

"I come from another world, as an emissary of the Covenant of Kourei. The green-skinned orcs are defeated from our world, but they are servants of demons. I have come on the orders of the powerful 'Warrior' Lord Diakmazstins to warn the good people of Azeroth to prepare for the invasion of the Burning Legion."

Dick's voice rang out from beneath his helmet:

"I also brought the artifact of the Saint of Light, which can help humanity resist demons. Stormwind City was able to survive because of the protection of this powerful artifact."

"Oh? Such a powerful artifact?"

The Black Dragon Princess, hands on her hips, let out a queenly laugh and said:

"I command you, take it out and let me see it!"

"It's dangerous."

"Could you be in danger as much as me? Take it out!"

After Duchess Katarina tightened the mental control, the messenger cried out in pain as he took a sealed box from the Augure Chest, placed it on the table, and unlocked the magical lock made of gemstones.

Before the box was even opened, a terrifying power emanated from it. The Black Dragon Princess felt something boiling within her blood, transforming into a piercing yearning that made her eyes widen.

In that instant, she reached out and pushed Dick away, and before opening the box, she casually asked:

"You haven't told me your name yet?"

“My name is Diakum Zastins, madam. My colleagues usually call me ‘The Watcher’.”

"Ok?"

The illusion spell shattered, allowing the four-meter-tall half-giant to reach out and press his hand on the "petite" Katarina's shoulder.

Deep shadows surged and enveloped his body, and a purplish-black light emanated from the box before him. The moment it was fully opened, the Twilight Hammer floated up at the command of the Dark Archon.

With a "bang," the hammerhead, as smooth as frosted crystal, struck Duchess Katarina squarely on the forehead.

A mental spike from the Sea of ​​No Light pierced the Black Dragon Princess's consciousness, making her want to scream, but the half-giant covered her mouth, and with his other hand holding the Void Hammer, he struck her on the head like a "corpse-crushing killer".

The greedy hammer sensed the Void corruption originating from Deathwing on the Black Dragon Princess. Driven by the Void creatures' desire for "survival of the fittest," it viciously tore at Onyxia's Void power with every strike.

Black dragons were originally guardian dragons, but at the moment Deathwing fell, the corruption from the source of his bloodline turned them all into servants of the Void.

This kind of depravity is not even something they can choose.

Perhaps the Old Gods infused Deathwing's consciousness with something darker than the poison of corruption. In any case, as the Twilight Hammer thirstily devoured her, the Black Dragon Princess was now like Teregosa, who faced the dragon's soul on Redridge Mountains that day. The power of the Black Dragon within her was being constantly drained, making her increasingly weak in a short period of time.

But she can still fight back!

The dragon only needs one spell to break free of the illusion, restore itself to the massive body befitting a high-ranking dragon, tear the ship apart, and flap its wings to escape the dangerous dog saint before it.

"Quickly shut her up! Is this your first time doing something as bad as 'kidnapping'? How can you call yourself a 'Void Believer' when you're so inexperienced! You can't even do something this bad right, you're a disgrace to the Sea of ​​No Light."

The Shadow Words were "taught" in the Vigilant's ear:

"Quickly use your void power as a dark archon to seal her mind, destroy her reason, and instill the concept of 'obedience' into her chaotic spirit. Use the laws of corruption to ravage her mind, so that she cannot utter a spell!"

"Why make it so complicated?"

Dick waved away the shadows and cast a Holy Word: Punishment on the head of the Black Dragon Princess, whose eyes had already rolled back. In an instant, her beautiful makeup turned into that of a shrew with long, messy hair. The magic-suppressing effect made the Black Dragon Princess even more desperate.

The powerful high-ranking dragon was now like a weak woman who had just been robbed in her home. She could only frantically try to push it away with her hands. But the whispers and illusions from the Sea of ​​No Light, accompanied by a mental tearing pain, quickly filled her mind, projecting the things she feared most in her life.

Seconds later, Katarina, pale-faced, watched as Diakum, wielding Twilight's Hammer, approached her. She screamed:

"No! Father, I won't do it again, please spare me! Save me, Mother, save me!"

“I knew it. The eternal nightmare in the heart of every lawless black dragon is their king, Deathwing, the source of corruption.”

Dick crouched down and pressed down on the Black Dragon Princess, who was struggling to the point of collapse.

In that instant, his eyes beneath the helmet ignited with a purple light, just like the mental spell Katarina had used to control him earlier.

他 说:

"Don't be afraid, you are very tired. Rest now. Your corruption will be cured, and soon you will be restored to the Pure One in the light. Black Dragon, children of Azeroth, your true mother is waiting for you to turn back from your misguided ways."

A few minutes later, Diakum, now back in human form, helped Ms. Katrina leave the captain's cabin.

Nelly, carrying her warbler, waited for him ahead. Seeing him emerge, the archbishop kicked open the crate beside him and stuffed the sleeping Lady Katarina inside. She whispered:

"The black dragons have corrupted and strengthened many humans with their blood. Apart from her butler, who is a dragonman, the others are all fugitives and criminals from the Northern Frontier, recruited by the Presto family from the death row prison in Alterac."

They were misled.

Because of the corruption of the black dragon's blood, they could hear the whispers of the void. This was a group of lower-ranking Voidlings, each deeply sinful. Stormwind was currently in turmoil, and allowing such a dangerous group into the city would surely cause Lady Pasonia immense worry.

Should we purify it?

"Let me do it."

Dick suddenly remembered that he still owed Bwonsamdi a debt. The demons he killed would be reduced to ashes, and the souls of the orcs he killed would be immediately taken away by the Black Wolf God. As a result, Dick had not been able to find a single sinful soul during his time in Azeroth.

He is a person with a high sense of morality.

This feeling of being in debt made him very uncomfortable; it always felt like there was a thorn in his side.

Of course, having high moral standards doesn't mean he's a sucker.

Previously, Bwonsamdi had promised ten souls, but the later addition of one hundred was entirely Bwonsamdi's own speculation, and Diakum was not going to swallow this bitter pill.

He said to Nelly:
"Take this guest to Chromie and have her look after him. Also, keep an eye on Tyregoza so she doesn't strangle the weakened Onyxia. I'll stay here a bit longer and then head over."

Once Lady Aegwynn arrives in Stormwind, we can return directly to Draenor without delay.

"OK, all right."

Nelly responded, and then together with Rexxar, they placed the box into the pile of boxes already on the ship below, and secretly delivered it to the dock.

Dick went to the cabin.

Upon entering, one sees those defiled individuals being treated very "violently," with even the least injured among them having an arrow stuck in their chest.

However, considering that these guys were already death row inmates, each of them was extremely wicked, otherwise they wouldn't have been treated differently by Black Dragon's group of "extremely evil elements," so this treatment was nothing more than a belated death sentence.

"May the Holy Light forgive your souls."

Dick retrieved the spirit bone and levitated it. He casually picked up a dinner knife from the table and used it to grant death to the barely clinging Black Dragon Corruptors. Their souls disturbed the spirit bone, and amidst the rising blue spirit flames, it quickly sculpted a sinister troll-style mask. Bwonsamdi's sharp, obnoxious voice rang out from within it:
"Oh, I was all set to send my most formidable 'debt collectors' to you, a believer in the Holy Light, to collect your debts. But it turns out you're only overdue and have no intention of defaulting!"
very good.

Old Bonsandi likes guests with such integrity; the Holy Light has indeed taught you very well.

"Alright then, let's calculate the late fees. Hmm, let old Bumsandy see, the number of souls you need to pay me now is three thousand seven hundred and twenty-eight!"

"How many?"

Even though Diakum was prepared for the shamelessness of Bumsandy, the "lender," he was still taken aback for a moment.

He was very curious about what method this guy used to calculate the debt.
Others might pluck a feather from a passing goose, but you've left the whole goose behind, haven't you?
Fortunately, considering that Diakum had no intention of repaying any debts beyond the principal, he was only slightly shocked.

After the tenth evil man, covered in tattoos of black dragon worshippers, was executed, Diakum wiped the blood from his knife and said to the floating skeleton:

"What I owed you has been repaid, the Holy Light bears witness, and we are no longer connected."

"This is wrong!"

Bumsandy screamed:

You still owe a lot!

"Then send your 'debt collectors' over here."

Dick summoned Ashbringer to his hand and said to the Bone Spirit:

"Send over your most hated subordinate, and I'll cleanse it for you. Don't be shy, it's free, I'm willing to do it for you for free."

“Hey, you’re different from before, Diakum. You wouldn’t have said or done such shameless things before.”

Old Bonsandi controlled the mask to circle Dick a few times, clicking its tongue in amazement as it said:

"The trial of light and shadow is progressing well. It seems that the part of your fun humanity that was taken away by the Holy Light has returned. You should have said you were back to normal earlier. Old Bwonsamdi likes to deal with normal people. I didn't like your crazy state before."

Alright, alright, since you don't intend to pay off the remaining debt, then old Bungsandi will give you face.

If you don't want to pay it back, then don't, but you have to do one more thing for old Bonsandi.
Don't go!
Let me finish explaining; this matter also concerns you.

Did you know that the Shadow Council of the green-skinned orcs has new members?
A Gurubashi sorcerer named 'Jin'do, that shameless blood god worshipper, mingled with the despicable Zul'hild last night, and they're plotting something dangerous.

The troll Grim Reaper's words certainly caught the attention of the vigilant.

He stopped and turned around, saying:

"The Holy Light revealed to me some of the grudges and feuds between the Loa. As far as I know, 'Soul Reaper,' 'Blood God,' 'Gurubashi's Mad Blood Moon,' and the Evil Loahakar are among your 'clients'?"

"Yes, yes, that bastard isn't just old Bumsandy's client, he's also my enemy!"

The troll Death said in a drawn-out voice:
"Although doing business with your enemy sounds abstract, in the chaotic world of Loa, if you don't plan to befriend the people who want to kill you, you'll soon have no friends left."

Hakkar's problem is that the villain borrowed a huge amount of magic essence from me thousands of years ago, but this debt is overdue for at least two thousand years!

It still has no intention of paying back, determined to be a shameless deadbeat. Moreover, according to some rumors I've heard, it's determined to do something big this time it returns to the material world.

Its nickname is 'Soul Stealer'.

As his nickname suggests, that guy's presence will interfere with old Bungsandi's duties. So, it's fine if you don't pay back the money, Diakum, just do me a collection job. Get the money back from old Bungsandi through Haka, and the rest is yours.

"And you can also cause some trouble for your enemies, the Shadow Council, along the way. What a great thing!"

The vigilant hesitated for a moment, then asked:

"Tell me first, what does Hakkar want to do after returning to the material world?"

Have you ever heard of the 'blood plague'?

Old Bumsandy said with a sigh:
"That thing is Hakkar's specialty, but it is the opposite of the 'Demonic Plague' you are experiencing. The Demonic Plague does not kill people, and the Blood Plague does not leave people alive. Soul Stealers need a lot of souls infected by its Blood Plague to advance to the level of Lesser Gods."

But that would be taking away our livelihood, the livelihood of the Grim Reapers.

"You, vigilante, wouldn't want to see the entire eastern continent stained with blood, would you? Their situation is bad enough; even old Bumsandi wants to help them."

"So, this is actually a 'hit-and-run' bounty?"

Dick stroked his chin and said:

"But you withheld the payment you were owed to me."

"Damn, you!"

"Don't worry, I'll take this job. You don't need to pay me. Just do me a favor, Bwonsamdi. I have a group of friends in the Shadowlands, and they're preparing..."

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"boom"

Rexxar placed the heavy cargo box in front of Chromie and Teregosa. The two dragon ladies had been staying in a small house not far from the dock for the past few days, and they glanced at Rexxar curiously.

The latter shrugged, gesturing for them to open the box.

Chromie toddled forward on her short legs and lifted the crate. Upon seeing what was inside, the bronze dragon immediately screamed in a dwarf's ear-piercing voice:

"My God! Onyxia's amazing deception ended before it even began! I've witnessed another 180-degree turn in the course of fate! I need to record this moment immediately."

Teregosa, who was lying on her bed weeping and succumbing to her powerlessness, immediately sprang to her feet upon hearing the name "Onyxia." She screamed and rushed over, grabbing the black dragon princess by the neck and attempting to strangle her.

This is normal.

Blue dragons and black dragons are true sworn enemies. Deathwing nearly wiped out the blue dragons with the soul of a dragon, and for the next ten thousand years, whenever a blue dragon encountered a lone black dragon, it would do everything in its power to kill it.

Generally speaking, when a blue dragon encounters a black dragon, the only problem will be "it can't beat it," and the problem will never be "it's too dangerous to fight."

At this moment, Tyregorza howled and tried to make Onyxia roll her eyes while she was unconscious. It took Rexxar and Chromie to restrain her from the left and right to prevent a tragedy from happening.

"Let me go! I'm going to strangle her! I'm going to bite her to death!"

Tyregorza struggled, but then she heard Yrel's voice at the doorway, the little hoof tossing a Prestor family mark in its hand and swishing its tail as it said:
"The Vigilant plans to take this black dragon to Draenor, where they'll attempt to lightforge her, bringing her back to the Light from the Void Path. I must say, that's an amazing idea! Want to come along and check it out?"

"Yeah!"

Chromie nodded immediately, her face beaming with joy, and said:

"No bronze dragons have been to Draenor in this timeline yet. I'm the first pioneer! And I really want to see for myself what a world whose destiny has been changed is like."

"If your optical casting fails..."

Teregosa glared fiercely at the still unconscious black dragon princess, and said through gritted teeth:
Can I kill her?

"If she survives the Lightforging failure, then it's up to you."

Irelia shrugged and said:

"I've heard about some of the things the black dragon has done, and they are indeed heinous. The Holy Light gave her one last chance for redemption, but if fate is not willing to let her go so easily, then perhaps you will have the chance to witness a black dragon being burned to ashes by the Holy Light."

The kind where the soul and spirit are completely destroyed.

"Hmph, that's too easy on them! Fine, I'll go with you, even if it's just for this execution."

(End of this chapter)