Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 271, Section 28. The Demon: Why is everything about Diakum always so terrible! (Slams table)

Diakum drank quite a bit tonight.

It wasn't just because he wanted to fulfill his promise to the five young heroes to "drink until they're drunk," allowing their feelings, which hadn't been seen for over 20,000 years, to continue amidst their passionate drinking, but also because the elven leaders were especially enthusiastic tonight.

Even Dean Blue Moon, one of the most ethical educators in Azeroth, came up and stood to offer a few toasts.

There were countless warriors in the fortress, and each of them owed the Watcher a favor. In any case, by the end, even with the double blessing of the Holy Light and the Void, Diakum was starting to feel the effects of the drinking.

He felt he should explore the Force of Life and get himself a secondary profession as a monk.

It's not that I like boxing, but I'm mainly attracted to the Monk's class trait of "being able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk". With that, I can drink my way from Stormwind to Antorus, the Burning Throne, and have a good farewell drink with every demon I encounter before bringing Ashbringer's warmth to them.

Demons: Hey, you're actually a pretty nice guy!

Diakum didn't know how he got back to Stormhold, which floated above the vast desert like a crystal mountain, but he did know that while he was resting, a lovable old man, reeking of alcohol, sneaked over for a date, and then...
The night's revelry woke Diakum before dawn.

He first got up and kissed the exhausted and sleeping soundly Nali beside him. Then, looking at the messy room, he silently repented to the Holy Light for his indulgence. After changing his clothes, he made himself a cup of hangover tea and checked his "harvest" from last night.

The character card, summoned with a faint, entropy-filled, void-like light, then projected its class information before Diakum's eyes:
"You have gained your first followers who have converted to the Void, and you have been appointed to the Void Force Mythical Class [Void Pioneer]! Because you possess the 'Twin of Light and Darkness' path, you have been appointed to the Holy Light Force Mythical Class [Light Oath Lord]!"

hint!

Due to the Force mapping of the Twin Light and Shadow, these two Mythic classes share a single Mythic class slot, and the corresponding Mythic class is destined to be activated when you enter different Force forms. (The characteristics of the Mythic class [Void Herald] are detailed in the chapter's author's notes.)

After reading the class description, Diakum frowned. It wasn't because that bad guy was subtly trying to persuade him to go and fight Xal'atath, but mainly because the "Void Herald" class felt a bit sinister.

The mere suggestion that he could demand anything of his followers made Diakum feel as if he, a dignified human Naaru, had been transformed into a sinister cult leader.

How can this be possible?
I am a warrior of light who forever walks the righteous path!

But after noticing that he had not yet given the prompt to "factional enemies," Diakum's furrowed brow relaxed, and he came up with a "brilliant" idea. So, taking advantage of his very clear mind during his post-coital period, he began to brainstorm.

Moments later, the Rondorei Sand Guardians, who were holding a small meeting in the pre-dawn darkness to celebrate their return to their elven forms, suddenly heard the voice of their lord, like a divine oracle from the void:
"I am Diakum Zastins the Lightforger, the Lord of the Shadowchaser, a Void Herald from the Sea of ​​No Light!"

I hereby designate the Burning Legion as the mortal enemy of all Shadow Chasers!

Shadow Chasers who walk in the darkness, seek out and hunt down the demons hidden in the world and among the stars, and offer their insignia to me. Only the wails of demons can please the minds of the Lightforged!

Demons are about to invade Azeroth. This battle is also the chosen one ceremony of the Shadowwalkers. The most glorious demon slayer after the battle will become my Void Chosen.

Go and seek them out, for when you have successfully hunted them, the power of the Lightforged will manifest in this offering.

Praise be to the Lightbringers!

General Vastan Staghelm, who was presiding over the celebration, breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this "oracle."

As the leader of the Quicksand Guardians, he consulted with "experts" in this field before deciding to lead his warriors into the darkness.

He knew that powers related to the Void were often associated with words like "sacrifice," "conspiracy," and "corruption," not to mention that the Guardians of the Shifting Sands had been fighting against C'Thun and his insectoid empire for the past thousand years.

The Sand Guardians are willing to sacrifice something to restore the dignity of the elves, but that doesn't mean they can allow themselves to degenerate into monsters.

Upon hearing the Lightforged's "Shadow Chaser's Codex," all of Staghelm's worries vanished.

OK!

The mortal enemy is the demon, right?
Anyway, we Kaldorei and demons have never been friends. We haven't even settled the score with the Burning Legion for the grudges from the War of the Ancients.

Isn't that just a coincidence?

He can please the Void by hunting demons and offering insignia. He truly deserves the title of Vigilant Saint. I had long heard that he was the "Butcher of the Light." Such a person would never become a bad person even if he walked in the Void.

"General!"

A quicksand guard stood up. This burly female warrior, slightly drunk, pointed north and whispered:
"I had heard before that there was a disguised demon causing trouble near Firefeather Mountain in Un'Goro Crater. Many druids and travelers who went there to investigate have suffered, and demonic corruption has also repeatedly occurred in the goblin camps there."

That must be a 'big guy'!
"Now that the Lightforged have issued their divine decree, I think to celebrate our rebirth in the Shadows, let's go and slay the demon tonight! There's no time like the present!"

"Good! It's rare that everyone is in such high spirits tonight."

Staghelm, a straightforward man, downed his oak goblet in one gulp, picked up his "Qiraj Slayer" sword, and waved it at the five hundred-odd Shadow Chasers before him, saying:
"We've slain a thousand-year-old insect; it's time to let the world witness the 'Blade of Quicksand.' Let's use that demon's head to complete the Shadow Chaser's first sacrifice!"

"Let's go! For Elune, for the Lightforged!"

The warriors boldly picked up their weapons, donned their armor, and rode their hippogriffs away from the fortress in the great desert. At that moment, a female troll who was comfortably soaking in the hot springs of Un'Goro Crater suddenly sneezed.

She looked around in confusion. Apart from a few goblins who had been drained of their beauty and fed to the dogs, there seemed to be nothing else around her.

Why did I feel a chilling coldness?
Forget it, forget it, don’t think about it anymore.

It is said that the army of the corruptors has already assembled on Mardum and will invade this wretched world in about ten days. At that time, I, who have been instigating the people of Azeroth and making great contributions, will surely be rewarded, right?

Hey, I've discovered the biggest secret hidden in the Un'Goro Ring!

The utterly wicked Diakum had no idea that his "oracle" would bring utter destruction to a poor female demon, but he would probably be even happier if he did find out.

After reading the job description for Void Herald, he took a moment to look at the job description for [Lightsworn Lord], only to find to his dismay that it stated "Number of Lightforged Chosen is <5, job powers are not yet activated".

Although the Mythic classes on the Holy Light side are not yet available, the hints suggest that this Highlord's fighting style is likely one of leading Lightforged into warbands, which is also a group combat style. No wonder he can create a light and shadow reflection with the Void Herald.

These two professions are roughly the same in a sense, except that they serve the Holy Light and the Void respectively.

Since he'd already looked at them and had nothing else to do, Diakum took a moment of "wise reflection" to browse through the two mythical classes inherent to his unique race. (See the chapter notes for the class characteristics of the Radiant Holy Spirit and the Devourer of All Realms.)

"mua~"

The passionate kiss roused Diakum from his dark thoughts. He felt Nellie's hands, wrapped around his neck, as if she were trying to strangle him.

他 说:

"After all that trouble last night, how come you're still so full of energy? Could it be that the succubus legends in the Eredar tales, those that 'drain life force', are all true?"

"Hey, how can a Warrior of Light say such vulgar things!"

Nellie reached out and tapped Dick on the head, but then, as their cheeks pressed together, she whispered:

"I was thinking about that strange question last night. You said you're a Naaru now, right? Was the sound of the Holy Lance exploding truly light?"

"Hiss, I'm sorry, I can't answer that question, and I don't want to! It's too vulgar."

Diakum pulled the archbishop over and began another round of intimate whispers, but Nellie was clearly too exhausted to continue and could only awkwardly change the subject. Pointing to the suit of armor in the corner, she said:
"That thing is unusable. Why do you need to use up a set of battle armor every time you fight a battle? Our Draenei clan is too small to support such a luxurious leader as you." "It's alright, just use Holy Light or the Void to create temporary battle armor for me later."

Dick waved his hand dismissively and said:
"I feel incredibly strong right now, and I wish someone would cut me down with the determination to kill me, so I could see just how powerful a true Devourer of All Realms can be."
Furthermore, I can't maintain the Holy Spirit form indefinitely. These lights and little angels are too noisy. Their flattery and chorus of holy light are indeed pleasant to listen to, but I can't listen to them all the time, or I'll lose myself in the endless praise.”

"toot toot"

As the two were talking, Diakum felt the communication stone in the Augure chest vibrate. Holding Nellie in one arm, he took out the communication stone with the other and activated it, hearing Aegwynn's hoarse voice come from it:
"It's done! The path to the Chamber of the Heart has been opened. Bring the Heart of Argus! We are to pay our respects to Lord Star Soul."

"Get dressed."

The vigilant immediately stood up, kissed Nellie's collarbone, and whispered to her:

"Notify the five young masters, Iriel and Marlaad, that we will go together. There is no need to wait for the day when the two lords meet!"

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The group summoned by Diakum quickly assembled, but just as they landed on the ground from Stormhold, Dick's expression suddenly changed, which made Nellie, who was beside him, keenly notice the strange look on his face.

The archbishop asked in a low voice:
"What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"No, it's not a bad thing."

Diakum glanced at the north with a strange look in his eyes.

Just now, he heard Vastan Staghelm leading the Sandstalkers in prayer. These drunken Shadowchas had just successfully hunted down a high-ranking succubus and its tamed hellhound, who were lurking in Un'Goro Crater, in the name of the Lightforged.

They're currently holding a "void cult sacrifice" around the demon's corpse.

Since Diakum did not specify a factional ritual, Vastan simply joined forces with several eloquent Shifting Sands Guardians to compile a set of "prayer words," which turned out quite well.

Considering that General Staghelm had a high druid father and his wife was also a renowned high druid, it was a family tradition for them to do this, and it was a professional job. They simply modified the prayers that druids used to pray to the demigods of the wilderness, and it became the first ritual for the Shadow Chasers.

Diakum, who was being addressed by the name of God, felt a little ashamed.
Sigh, being a cult leader isn't something just anyone can do. You have to be thick-skinned enough to not blush or get flustered at the slightest flattery.

"I'll come over there. You ride my noble Ghost Tiger. Run slowly and don't let it bump or scratch. This thing is very precious."

Dick gave a careful instruction, relaxed his mind, and responded to the believer's call for the first time.

His consciousness temporarily detached from his body and, following the direction of the call, instantly completed a "divine descent," appearing at the scene of the quicksand guards' cult from a peculiar third-party perspective. In that instant, Deer Helmet and the other warriors felt a heavy force pressing down on their minds.

Thus they knew that their Lord, the Lightforger, had arrived.

"In your name!"

Staghelm, gripping his greatsword, shouted:

"We hunted down this cunning demon and her vicious hounds. According to our investigation, this demon committed at least 71 murders, treachery, and thefts in southern Kalimdor over the past few years, making her a notorious villain."

"In your name, we sacrificed her demonic soul to the Sea of ​​Darkness."

“Well done, Shadowchasers! The Void and the Shadows rejoice in your deeds. Such merit deserves a reward!”

Dick responded to the Shadow Chasers' spirits with a kind of spiritual solace:

"I bestow upon you the 'Eye of Truth,' so that no illusion in this world can obscure your vision, allowing you to see through falsehood and reach the truth. This is the first blessing. Shadow Chasers, continue to hunt down the demonic enemies of the Lightforgers."

When you have 9, 99, and 999 demon insignia, you will receive a new Void Blessing!

Although it might seem a bit like ganging up on a few by sending all of these Sand Guardians out to hunt down a single demon, we Voidwalkers don't care about that. We're not Lightwalkers who believe in doing things fair and square. Victory is all that matters.

And since it was a great start, Diakum generously blessed everyone this time, as a way of wishing for good fortune.

As soon as he bestowed his [Eye of Truth] talent, he discovered that his already precarious supply of faith power had suddenly run out.

What the hell!
Does even bestowing blessings require the power of faith?

No wonder this thing is called a "special resource"; it seems I really need to pay more attention to this kind of thing.

Furthermore, Diakum discovered that the Eye of Truth he bestowed upon the Shadowwalkers was not as powerful as the talent the Void Lords had bestowed upon him. In other words, the talent he gave them was merely a blank slate, requiring the Shadowwalkers to learn how to use it themselves, and only receiving continuous enhancement as they gradually embarked on the Void Path.

Come to think of it, if killing a demon could earn you a legendary talent, then Diakum's "treasure" would be far too worthless.

But the Shadow Chasers were pleasantly surprised.

Despite Diakum's legendary talents and several mythical talents, these are privileges he enjoys as a chosen one of the Light and the Void. For ordinary warriors, such Force-related skills require a long period of study and training, as well as a great deal of luck to acquire.

The Eye of Truth may seem to only have the ability to see through illusions and not increase combat power, but upon closer examination, having this thing allows one to ignore all illusions and mental inducements, and also allows one to directly see the flow of energy, making its effect quite overpowered.

Although not everyone is willing to sell their strength for a reward, who doesn't like the feeling of getting something in return for their efforts?
After Diakum withdrew his will, the Shadowwalkers gathered around the pitiful, mangled corpse of the demon. They sensed the change in the world before their eyes. After a moment, a Sand Guardian Ranger coughed and said to General Staghelm:

"The Qiraji Empire has collapsed, and the mission of the Shifting Sands Guardians has come to an end. General, you need to make a decision about where we should go next."

"Ah."

Staghelm nodded, then looked at his commanders and asked:

"Do you have any ideas?"

"I think we shouldn't go back to the military system under the Black Crow King."

A female soldier rubbed her eyes and said:

"The main problem is that the people of the clan are not friendly to the Voidwalkers. They can't accept the Illidari, so they definitely can't accept us either. To be honest, I don't want to have a Warden squatting in my shadow every time I go to the toilet and hand me toilet paper."

Moreover, the Shadow Chaser Cult needs to grow stronger; how can we manage on our own?
Demons are about to invade the world; we need more brothers and sisters to fight.

"Then let's go to the Broken Isles!"

Another commander stroked his black panther battle pet and said:
“I heard from those high elf mages that they would be holding a large-scale ascension ceremony when they returned to help their people resist the evil transformation of the plague. Although not every Rondorei will become a Shadowchaser, since it is the Lightforged’s blessing, they should also learn to serve the light in the darkness.”

At the very least, you should learn to use power to fight demons, right?
That's the enemy of all elves!

Staghelm thought for a moment, then nodded and said:

"I will go back to see General Feathermoon and write a report to King Black Raven. If he agrees, then after a short reunion with our families, we will head to the Broken Isles together, which will surely become the new starting point for the Shadow Chasers!"
Yes!

We will emulate the saints of the Vigilantes, walking in darkness to serve the righteous path of light! We will also run through the shadows, dedicating ourselves to the silver moon of Elune!
Praise be to Elune! Praise be to the Lightforged!

(End of this chapter)