Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 316.6. That damned warlock is going too far! Let's use that bastard's head as the trial target!

"Bolvar! You're back."

Inside Stormwind Keep, King Llane had been waiting for a long time. After Lothar led several hooded "mysterious men" in, the king quickly stepped forward and excitedly shook the hand of the most robust-looking man in front of him.

He said loudly:

"The whole city is waiting for your return."

He was so excited that his holy runes as a Lightforged were shining, making him look like a "malfunctioning light bulb".

But Bolvar Fordragon was not very happy when he returned to the city.

Now it's two heads taller than Ryan, and its unmistakable wolfish fangs make even a hood look out of place. The protruding part of its mouth looks like it's holding a short sword in its mouth, which looks very ridiculous.

Bloodfang Wolf's nose twitched, and it said in a hoarse voice:
“Ryan, bring out your master assassin, I won’t hurt you.”

"Uh."

The king was somewhat embarrassed. He waved his hand, and Master Passonia, who was hiding nearby, stepped out of the shadows. The intelligence chief looked at the big guy with surprise. She had clearly cleaned all her scent beforehand, but this guy still managed to smell her.

"There is still one!"

Bolvar moved his shoulders somewhat uncomfortably.

It let out a soft growl, like a wild beast, and said:

"I'm not comfortable with people hiding in the shadows, especially not among my prey. Come out!"

It stared at the area behind the throne.

Garona also emerged from the shadows with a surprised expression. She thought to herself that this werewolf was too outrageous. She had secretly used her grandfather's magic handkerchief to clean up all traces and scents, so how could he still smell it?
Dude, where did you buy that nose?
"High-ranking werewolves don't rely on scent to locate enemies, so no matter how skillful your stealth is, it's useless. They have received the blessing of the life force and can directly judge danger in the environment by the aura of life."

Unless they are necromancers or druids who can conceal their life force, assassins of all races are meaningless against a 'alpha wolf' like Bolvar.

Diakum offered a quiet explanation, causing the two master assassins to frown. As "professionals," they immediately began to ponder how to resolve this crisis.

"Take off your masks, Bolvar. Don't worry about the Assassin Masters' vigilance; they're just doing their job."

Ryan said sincerely:

"Look at the holy markings on my body; I am no longer a normal human being."

"But you still retain a human appearance, while I have become a true beast."

Bolvar sighed and removed his hood, revealing his current form.

Its exaggerated physique, wild mane and pointed ears, extremely aggressive face and sharp teeth made the nearby royal guards on high alert, but when they saw General Gavinrad, a lightforged werewolf who was also blessed by the Holy Light, the guards felt at ease.

The reason is very simple.

How could the Holy Light bless a villain?

Being accepted by the Holy Light means that werewolves, like them, are fellow travelers on the path of justice.

Druids in the city can also transform into beasts. It's not uncommon for someone chatting in the street to suddenly turn into a bird and fly away.

"We can't contact civilians for fear of frightening them. Also, some new recruits in the hunting groups are not yet able to control their hunting impulses and are very irritable."

Bolvar said to King Lane:
"It's safer for both of us to hunt in Elwynn Forest than to enter the city. I heard from Lothar that you're preparing a counterattack?"

"Yes, the arrival of reinforcements from Draenor allows us to draw troops from the Western Wilderness and Sunshine Forest, in addition to the warriors that Northshire Abbey has been training. We can now launch a counterattack in Elwynn Forest."

Ryan said in a deep voice:
"We don't need to worry about the demons interfering with the battlefield. The Lightforged Chapter of Saint Diakum will clear the demons for us. We just need to crush the Greenskins and their undead minions."

"The undead are dealt with by the Knights of Ash and the Guardians of Faith. Bolvar, your wolf pack and my warriors will drive back the greenskins! This battle will drive them out of Elwynn Forest and force them back to Redridge Mountains."

"After the expulsion from the Sunshine Forest and the Western Fertiles is completed, we will be able to form a real army and drive them back to the Black Swamp."

Lothar clenched his fist and waved it, saying:

"We must finish this as soon as possible. The Northern Frontier is waiting for our support. The demon army could enter the world at any time, and the situation in the Northern Frontier will be even worse then."

"Okay, I like this plan."

Bolvar nodded in satisfaction, stretched its paws, and said:

"The wolf pack of Lekansos won't miss this opportunity. It's perfect that we can join forces to defeat them! Once we lose this pack, the battlefield between the Black Wolf God and the White Wolf God will have to shift elsewhere. At that time, the entire southern border of the continent will no longer be threatened by the demonic wolves. Wait!"

Something has gotten into the city!

The Bloodfang Wolf suddenly turned its head and sniffed, then darted into the nearby garden like lightning, leaping onto the rooftop in a few bounds to carefully sniff the air. After a moment, it warned:

"In the mage quarter! Lion, Lothar, some greenskins are coming over there! What's that over there?"

"Oh no! The Staff of Aethiesh is there!"

King Ryan immediately gripped his sword hilt, ready to rush to his aid, but Lothar and Diakum exchanged a glance, then their eyes fell on Ryan. Diakum said:

"It's just a diversionary tactic. This isn't the first time they've used this trick. With Merri Winterwind and the Royal Mages guarding it, the Greenskins can't take it away with a surprise attack. Their real target is here."

Zulushid is preparing another assassination attempt, and the target may be one of you two.

The sorcerer panicked.

Perhaps he's preparing for another Battle of Stormwind. Anyway, hide for now, and you two can put on a show here.

The saint waved his hand, and the shadow behind him rapidly expanded, engulfing him in place and disappearing in an instant. The master assassins also slipped into the shadows. Bolvar and his pack were natural hunters, needless to say. Only Gavinlad was in an awkward position.

It was lightforged and became the alpha wolf of the "Lightfang Clan".

The Holy Light enhanced all its attributes, but for it, light and shadow were in conflict. It could no longer stealth as skillfully as other werewolves and could only jump onto the roof beams of the hall and curl up.

Fortunately, it wasn't nighttime, otherwise the light emanating from it would have instantly exposed it.

Under King Llane's orders, the royal guards, led by the captain of the guard, quickly rushed out of the fortress to support the mage district, while he and Lothar pretended to be discussing battle plans in front of the battlefield map.

As they talked, the two became serious and actually began to discuss how to end the Greenskin War.

This scene made the Shattered Hands assassins who had infiltrated the fortress grin in the shadows, but instead of revealing themselves to assassinate, they threw out several emerald green crystals at the same time. The crystals shattered upon landing, releasing the "Dream Wind" sealed within them, which circled the fortress and caused the guards to fall one by one.

Then some force used the dreams of these slumbering individuals to tear open a green door in reality.

Ryan grabbed his Lionheart Sword and Shield, while Lothar drew Stromka the Destroyer. The two were trapped in the drowsy green mist, warily watching the strange figure who had emerged from the dream, leaning on a whistling, demonic scythe.

Not Zulushid!

It's at least not the normal version of Zul'Farrak.

For some unknown reason, this guy put on a black robe that covered his entire body, wore dragon skin gloves, and even had a full-face helmet in the style of an orc on his head.

Only his eyes were visible.

With his left hand resting on a demonic scythe that emitted a constant, piercing shriek, and his right hand gripping the golden dragon soul, a magnificent power emanated from it. As the orc warlock staggered unsteadily, the entire Stormwind Keep began to tremble.

He came alone.

But judging from the way he was wielding divine weapons, it was as if an army had marched in front of a human leader.

"Oh, both of them are here? Perfect!"

Zuluhd spoke, but his vocal cords seemed to be corroded, and his voice was very hoarse, like leather rubbing together.

“Kill you, destroy this city, and help the Burning Legion seize this wretched world, and I will receive the blessing of ‘Ascension’ and be able to shed this cursed flesh. Heh heh, I never imagined that I would fall into the same desires as that pathetic fellow Gul'dan.”

It's all your fault!
"If you weren't so unwilling to die, like those damned cockroaches, if you hadn't insisted on resisting and refusing to surrender, I wouldn't be in this situation."

The orc warlock seemed to be struggling with his speech; he spoke incoherently, but the hatred in his voice sent chills down one's spine.

Having decided not to say more, he waved his hand and used his immense energy to forcibly tear open several fel rifts, allowing the powerful demon to enter the hall. Then, he swung the Dragon Soul and hurled a beam of deadly light at Lothar.

Llane roared, activating his Divine Shield to withstand the attack head-on. Lothar, meanwhile, soared into the air, wings unfurled, and swung his blade at Zul'shid. However, the sharp Stromkar sword struck an incredibly thick dream shield as it fell, and the dream power he had extracted was now under Lothar's control. Theoretically, Zul'shid was now a monstrous warlock with the destructive power of a guardian dragon king.

He sneered as he swung his demonic scythe, repelling Lothar, and then ordered the demons to slaughter him. He intended to take the heads of the Stormwind King and the human marshal back to "claim his reward."

But just then, Gavinrad leaped down from the roof beam, and the Lightforged Worgen, with its claws imbued with holy light, tore apart the head of a Doomguard during its first attack. Bolvar and his pack of wolves also stormed into the hall, and in an instant, swords flashed and shadows danced.

Zulushid's eyes flashed, and when he looked up, he saw Garona grabbing the Kingslayer and breaking through head-on.

The two demonic blades, one after the other, pierced and damaged his dream shield, leaving marks, but still failed to break through it.

This made the warlock burst into laughter.

All the hidden guys have come out. Fine, then let my invincible dragon soul wipe you all out!
The more people you kill here, the easier it will be to destroy Stormwind later.

Zul'Gurub activated the Dragon Soul, then took a deep breath.
As Ysera the Sleeper unleashed her full power, the boundary between reality and dreams shattered at that moment. Nightmares transformed into shadows that bound everything, immobilizing the humans, werewolves, and demons before them, making it impossible for them to dodge this supreme "Dragon King Cannon."

But the next instant, the sound of the shield shattering rang out behind him with a chilling gust of wind, causing Zul'hild to turn around and unleash his charged Nightmare Breath behind him.

A breath filled with corrosive, toxin-laden, and nightmare-inducing mental interference slammed into the half-giant.

It was as if a dark green torrent had crashed into a black shadow. After the breath was finished, under Zul'hild's wide-eyed gaze, the unharmed "Devourer of All Realms" remained expressionless and even let out a burp.

"Although it can absorb all the energy that attacks me, this move is honestly quite disgusting."

He complained.

The low, reverberating sounds of Shaslar were like sharp knives piercing Zul'jid's mind. The archmage survived this mental test thanks to the aid of the Uthalus Scythe in his hand, but the demons were not so lucky.

Three of the summoned high-ranking demons were instantly "headshot".

Then, to the astonishment of the others, the filthy flesh and blood of the demon, whose head had been blown off, began to move strangely, creating black faceless barbarians and gloomy, bizarre flesh beasts that charged toward the demons before them.

Diakum gripped the loyal Twilight Hammer beside him. Even though the Void Relic's shaping was not yet complete, the strange black-red entropy crystal still transformed into an irregular crystalline warhammer shape under its master's command, with C'Thun's large eyeball embedded in it, its pupils moving strangely.

As the Vigilant raised his warhammer and slammed it down on Zul'hild, his strange, large eyes were fixed on his target.

In that instant, the archmage saw only illusions and heard only hallucinations. He even felt his flesh, which had been carbonized by the Red Dragon Queen, begin to grow and tear again.

He retreated in a daze, but all he could see were those two pitch-black butterfly wings that opened before him, with the dim light of fallen stars lingering on them, like two black, gaping eyes staring at him, calling to him, eager to impart countless truths of the void to him.

Yes, as long as he calms down and listens, the void will embrace him.

So Zul'hild wanted to hear clearly, and faced with the Twilight Hammer coming down on his head, he even gave up all resistance.

"madness!!!"

Cenarius the Defiler's shriek brought Zul'jiiva to his senses for a moment. He let out a howl and tumbled to the ground, narrowly escaping death from Twilight's Hammer, but at the cost of half of his body, from his chest to his waist, being pulverized by the "Twilight Strike".

"He survived that attack?"

Diakum looked at Zulushid in surprise, then nodded and said calmly:
"Very good, you are now a strong person, but what's wrong with your face?"

The bombardment of Twilight's Hammer not only tore Zul'jid's body apart, but also shattered his pretentious disguise, exposing his current miserable state to everyone.

He's no longer a "green-skinned" man.

He is now a carbonized skeleton, his flesh and blood burned and shattered by the high temperature of the dragon fire. Ash-like cracks are all over his body. On his charred skin, only his eye sockets without eyelids and his eyes, which are like flame crystals, remain. His heart can be seen beating through his torn body.

Is this even human anymore?
This is clearly a "living corpse" that crawled out of the lava.

"Did the dragon's fire truly seal your destiny?"

The vigilant raised an eyebrow and said:
"No wonder you survived. Alexstrasza's flames locked away your life force. As long as your body remains barely intact, you won't die. No, you're already dead! You've just been molded into the appearance of being alive."

I bet you really angered the Red Dragon Queen.

"Stop talking! Stop talking! Shut up!"

Zulushid could understand every word Diakum spoke, but he was not immune to the terrifying mental torment of the Shaslar language.

With each word Diakum spoke, his mind was subjected to excruciating pain, a form of torture that was the most horrible torment for a warlock who was already suffering from constant burning.

He held the Dragon Soul aloft, causing his body to become ethereal and disappear into the dream world, before fleeing back to his Shadow Tower in a disheveled state.

As for those demons...
By the time Diakum uttered his third sentence, there was not a single demon left in the hall.

Look around, where are the demons now?
Aren't they all just Faceless Barbarians and Kershir sorcerers created by the Vigilant?

"Who is truly evil, him or the green-skinned man?"

Bolvar's mane bristled, and he muttered to Lothar:
"How desperate must we be to call upon such a monster to protect us?"

"Hey! Werewolf!"

Garona snapped at her in annoyance:
“Show some respect to my grandfather! Be careful, he might send you on a one-way trip to the Sea of ​​No Light with just one look. You stupid wolf have no understanding of ‘Twin Light and Shadow’.”

"Alright, everyone, you can go now."

Diakum waved his hand, and the void creatures "summoned" in the hall whimpered as they returned to the Sea of ​​No Light along the rift torn open by Twilight's Hammer.

They were demons before, but that was in their "past life," though it wasn't that long ago. Now they are the most loyal servants of the Sea of ​​No Light.

"You didn't kill him?"

Lothar stepped forward and said:
"You could have killed him, why keep him alive?"

“He is dead, Lothar.”

The moment Diakum returned to human form and dispelled the shadows, it was as if sunlight had returned to the hall, allowing the tense nerves of the others to relax.

The gentle vigilant drew a triangular emblem on his chest and explained to Lothar and the others:

"The seed of corruption has been planted, and Zulushid's soul has been 'invited' by the Sea of ​​No Light. You don't even need to worry about him. In seven days, the Sea of ​​No Light will send an 'envoy' to receive the distinguished guest."

Of course, there's another reason why I want to keep him.

Diakum gave a subtle smile and said:
"Haven't you been fretting about how to distribute the Staff of Atiesh, the Guardian? Now that Zul'jid has chosen his own death, let's use his head to sound the horn of Stormwind's counterattack."

"Wow, great idea! You really know how to be shrewd and calculating."

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"So, this inheritance ceremony involves more than just the Guardian's Staff?"

In the brief battle that had just ended in the mage quarter, a young human mage with red hair, leaning on his yew staff, watched warily as the red and blue dragons crouched around the mage tower in the distance. He whispered to his gnome companion beside him:
"Are you sure you understand dragon language? And that those two red dragons announced they would 'sponsored' this heroic operation after burning the demons to death?"

"Of course, buddy! You can question Millhouse's magical abilities, but you can't question the 'Great Hero of Stormwind's' linguistic abilities."

The smug dwarf puffed out his chest, making the golden Stormwind Hero Medal on his robes shine brightly. This guy had done a great job in the previous Battle of Stormwind and naturally received a generous reward.

He was dressed in luxurious clothes, holding an ornament made from the eye of a demonic dragon in his hand, and leaning on a staff made of dragon bone, looking every bit the accomplished great mage.

He seemed afraid that others wouldn't hear him, so he said loudly:

"I assure you I heard right. The blue dragons said they would reward the warriors who killed the evil warlock 'Dragon Rider' Zul'shid with a treasure from the Nexus, while the red dragons offered an even better reward!"
All those who assist in bringing back or destroying the evil artifact 'Dragon Soul' in Zul'jid's possession will receive the blessing of the Red Dragonflight.

Have you heard that legend?
It is said that the Red Dragon's Blessing not only enhances a person's physical strength, granting them tireless energy, but also provides them with defenses as strong as dragon scales and a powerful affinity for fire.

At this point, the dwarf mage grinned, made a lewd gesture, and whispered to his companion:

how about it?
Would you like to team up with me?

Ps:

Thanks to "秒速五光年" and "konstanzzz" for their generous donations. Currently, I owe 132+10 chapters.

I have a bad feeling. To be honest, if I haven't finished updating this book by the time it's finished, I'll save it for the next book.
(End of this chapter)