Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 342.32. The Shattering and Reckoning of the Holy Light: Stop Before the Morality of the Holy Light.

five minutes ago.

The Exodar has approached the Arathi Highlands and is descending. In the ship's drop bay area, the Lightforged Chapter's demon slayers have all entered their respective preparation areas.

Although the Lightforged Legion also has standard landing pods, those are for special operations and their use would result in casualties. Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, Lightforged warriors are more accustomed to using teleportation beacons to enter the battlefield.

However, today is an exception. In the spaceship's drop bay, the Black Pawn is making final preparations for its deployment.

This was something he requested on his own initiative.

This was all because he had learned from the battle report sent by the god Anzu that the Destroyer was about to fight the orc chieftains. He knew that he had to enter the battlefield in a faster and more irresistible way, preferably by "descending from the sky" and unleashing the strongest destructive power in the shortest amount of time.

By crashing a body down from thousands of meters in the air and then using a warrior's killing skills to rationally transform the force of the fall into destructive power, such an attack would be unstoppable even by a great demon.

"Hey, Black Soldier, how's that axe of yours? There's a great demon down there! I've heard that the Destroyer is the best of all the great demons in the Burning Legion."

Just as the Black Soldier took his position at the airdrop location, a voice that was neither familiar nor unfamiliar rang out not far away, causing him to look up and stare at Varian Wrynn, who was sneaking over, with cold eyes beneath his black barrel helmet.

He had seen the kid back in Draenor.

It's very noisy.

But considering that his twenty-year-old body houses the soul of a nine-year-old boy, his hyperactivity and chatter are understandable.

"Get out of here!"

他 说:

"Be careful not to get dragged down with you."

"How about you switch to my sword?"

Varian, of course, hadn't come looking for trouble. He drew his Salamani sword and said to the black soldier:

“This sword is very powerful. I think it’s more powerful than the oak axe you have. The Vigilant says it’s the enemy of demons. Perhaps you should use it to complete this glorious killing.”

"No need."

The black pawn said in a hoarse voice:
"It's a fine sword, but you should keep it."

"Oh, never mind then."

Varian heard the deployment warning coming from the landing area. He took a few steps back and said to the Black Pawn:
"I gave myself a nickname, 'White Soldier,' hehe. I'm not as good as you now, but I'll catch up with you sooner or later."

The black pawn remained silent.

He was mostly silent, so Varian didn't mind his coldness, waved his hand in a traditional orcish gesture of congratulations for victory, and turned to leave.

As he left the drop zone, he heard the black pawn say to him:
"I shouldn't be your role model, and don't take me as one. When you have the chance to do the right thing, don't let yourself regret it, you little rascal."

"Ok?"

Varian turned around in surprise and saw the drop zone beneath the black soldier's feet open, causing the black-clad warrior to fall from the sky with his battle axe.

The spaceship was navigated and powered by the Vigilant himself, so the location where it was deployed was calculated based on the Vigilant's superb combat experience to ensure that the Black Pawn would fall exactly where the Destroyer Maronos was located.

Varian couldn't quite understand the meaning of the unusually long sentence uttered by Black Soldier. He rushed to the lookout window next to him and looked down, where he could vaguely see a red "light" that had been ignited in the clouds.

That's the signal that the most powerful warriors ignite their fury and enter battle mode.

That was also the level Varian longed to reach.

"The Vigilant says that as long as I uphold my principles, anger can become my strength. Your anger is so terrifying when it is ignited. So, Black Pawn, what is your principle?"

Bai Zu leaned against the window and asked a question, but he was destined not to get an answer today.

"White Pawn! What are you doing?"

General Gavinrad's roar echoed, and the Lightforged werewolf howled:

"Damn it! This kind of deserter on the battlefield deserves to be beheaded! Get over here right now, we're about to be teleported down!"

Varian rushed over and, under the glare of General Gavinrad, who was clad in Lightforged light armor, obediently returned to his ranks. In front of them was a Lightforged beacon that was about to open, the passage for the Lightforged Chapter to enter the battlefield.

At that moment, on the battlefield below, Orgrim looked up and saw the Exodar ship, like a crystal mountain, descending from the clouds, golden light adorning its surface, while a streak of red light descended even faster.

Under the watchful eyes of the Great Chief, it crashed down like a crimson meteorite, striking the destroyer squarely on the forehead.

Mannoroth's cries of pain echoed across the battlefield at that moment. He made his invincible entrance like a god of evil, but now, even a god bleeds!
"it is good!"

Orgrim clenched his fist fiercely.

He knew the Destroyer wouldn't be so easily defeated, but it turned out that the Great Demon wasn't invincible in the material world either.

They were like ants besieging an elephant. Even if they suffered heavy casualties, they could only bite the giant beast. However, when the giant beast showed signs of weakness under the ants' attack, the nature of the matter changed!

Something fell from the sky.

The noise from the human side echoed, but Orgrim had no time to care about that. He leaped onto his dire wolf and charged once again toward the fel lands where the great demon was located, but unexpectedly a triangular lightforged beacon whistled and smashed right in front of the warchief.

A triangular device inlaid with crystals took root in the ground. After unfolding and fixing itself in place, a team of Lightforged warriors spawned in front of Orgrim with a flash of light.

The valiant Eredar, bearing the banner of the Lightforged Chapter, activated their Demon-Slaying Oath the moment they entered the battlefield. Wings of light unfurled and battle cries echoed as they launched a resolute Lightsworn attack on the surrounding demons amidst the roar of the heavy cannons mounted on the arms of their heavy lightforged mechs.

This scene shocked Orgrim, but it then filled the Warchief with ecstasy.

He knew that the arrival of such powerful reinforcements meant that Maronos was doomed to die today!
But then, from the same beacon, a second wave of warriors stormed into the battlefield, led by Anduin Lothar, clad in heavy armor, and his half-elf fiancée.

Orgrim and Lothar met face to face without any warning. The Warchief instinctively grabbed Doomhammer, while Lothar drew Sdomkar the Destroyer.

Orgrim?

Lothar stared at Orgrim's dire wolf bearing the Blackstone banner and the legendary orc warhammer, and said:

"You are the tribe's chieftain?"

"I'm."

Seeing that Lothar did not launch an attack, Orgrim asked in return:
"So, could you please make way? My brothers and sisters are fighting against Manonos, who enslaves us, and I don't want to miss the fall of the great demon."

"You mean, that demon drove you to attack our kingdom?"

Lothar scoffed and rebuked:

"Are you trying to justify those crimes?"

“I have no intention of doing that! I don’t want to argue at all. It’s a very complicated matter, and it has nothing to do with justice.”

The chieftain shook his head and said:
“But now is not the time for conversation. If you and your warriors are not here to kill me, please make way. After Maronos falls, I will have plenty of time to talk to you.”

"No need, I only have one question."

Losa made a gesture.

His warriors immediately scattered and charged towards the surrounding demons, but Daenerys did not move. Clearly, she felt that her timid fiancé was no match for the fierce orc chieftain before her.

The human marshal whispered:
"After killing the Destroyer, in your words, after you've freed your 'enslaved' people, where are you going with your greenskins?"

Is this answer important?

Orgrim asked a question, and Lothar nodded, leaning on his battle sword amidst the constant shouts of battle around him, and said:

"This is directly related to whether you can leave here alive today!"

"."

The chieftain fell silent, then let out a long sigh and said frankly:
"When the orcs are no longer tormented by the demonic blood and plunged into an unsolvable rage, the warriors who regain their minds will become members of the Black Wolf God's hunting party, and we can then leave Azeroth to hunt in the stars."

But before that, there's one last thing we need to do.

Killing the Destroyer was to set the Greenskins free, and going to Kalimdor to participate in the execution of Cenarius the Defiler was the last thing we 'exiles' could do for our homeland we can never return to.

Only by washing away our shame can we shed the burdens of the past and embark on a new journey with a lighter heart.

"Don't worry about your nation, leader of humanity. I will take away all the greens who are willing to return to reason. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

"I'm not satisfied! So many blood debts cannot be erased by a simple 'wash away the shame'!"

Lothar waved his hand and said:

"You are the ones who set the wheels of war in motion, and you must bear the consequences. The Starstalkers? Ha, I think the last Greenskin is destined to die at the hands of humans! Orgrim Doomhammer, my warriors and I will be waiting for you on the battlefield against the Corruptors."

"We'll settle the score properly after the demons are defeated!"

Having said that, Lothar made a "ceasefire" gesture, turned around, and charged towards the surrounding demons with the incessantly buzzing Stomkar in his hand. Before Colonel Daenerys gave chase, she warned Orgrim:
“Lothar’s leniency does not mean you are safe! The Gilnean worgen are coming; they are the White Wolf God’s hunting pack, and they intend to wipe you out along with the demons. Unfortunately for them, they will not obey Lothar’s orders.”

"Thank you for the reminder, and thank you for your kindness today, madam."

Orgrim pulled on the dire wolf's reins, wielding his thunderous warhammer, and charged towards the other side, saying:

"See you again in Kalimdor."

—————— “Ah, a bug!”

The wrath of the destroyers is burning.

Its anger surged as if blood were gushing from the wound on its head.

If Grom's axe-cutting of its wings had made it feel the urge to fight, then when the "monster" Black Pawn joined the siege against it, Manonos truly felt threatened.

The Spear of Destruction, enveloped in the flames of Sargeras, lashed out wildly at the location of the Black Pawn, but each time the Black Pawn narrowly dodged it. The opponent was still an orc, but his inner self had clearly become something far more dangerous.

The Destroyer had hit him earlier, with a force that would have instantly killed the orc, but the Black Soldier seemed unharmed and quickly emerged from the fel-infused lava eruption.

This "locked-in-health" cheat also puts Manonos in a difficult position.

Regardless, the oak axe in this guy's hand carries the power of decay and withering, the punishment of the life force; every axe blow is real damage. But if we focus our attention on the Black Pawn...
"puff"

The scorching Bloodhowl slashed down from behind, tearing a burning wound along Mannoroth's dragon-like spine. The scars left by the Sulfuras Fire were not easy to heal; the Destroyer needed to use the power of fel energy to extinguish the flames that originated from the creation of Azeroth.

It hurts!

Pain throbbed in every nerve, causing the destructive fist of the Twisted Nether to roar and summon meteors to crash down, but such a brutal attack was clearly unlikely to hit the orc warrior who was already in a desperate state.

The flames burning around the great demon had formed a tangible sacrificial aura, causing the orc chieftains' bodies to suffer the agony of their flesh being burned every second, while their spirits were being torn apart by the boiling demonic blood under Manonos's disciplinary decrees.

But no one backed down.

They knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Nazgrell slammed the Blackscar clan's artifact battle axe forward, sending the massive black axe spinning and slashing into the Destroyer's chest, severing the chains of its massive demon steel armor.

This attack exhausted the young warrior's strength, causing him to stagger and fall. Just as he was about to be trampled to death by the Destroyer's burning hooves, a black ghost wolf rushed over and dragged Nazgrell into the shadows with great difficulty.

Varok Saurfang took on the responsibility of continuing the attack. The High Overlord had activated the "Death Wish" wolf spirit rune, sacrificing his life for an extreme amplification of destructive power.

He aimed at the other end of the destroyer's armor.

The thing that the great demon would protect so carefully must be its vital point; the heart of the pit lord was hidden beneath its armor. So the man of the Saurfang family, carrying his melting battle axe, began his charge.

He was going to jump over and deliver a fatal blow.

"Charge this way!"

Marlaad, who had smashed a fel lord to death, shouted from the front.

For the moment, his great-uncle put aside his disgust for the greenskins, gestured for Varok to jump behind him, and then swung his hammer, the Hammer of the Naaru, and struck Saurfang's armor.

The blow caused the orc warlord to cough up scalding blood, but the immense force propelled Saurfang through the sacrificial fire, allowing him to muster all his strength and use his battleaxe to sever the last felsteel chain.

"bang"

The Destroyer's heavy breastplate slammed into the fel-infused lava-covered ground.

As Manonos swept away the Black Soldiers and Grom with the Spear of Destruction, the Blademaster burst forth from the shadows, gripping the battle sword forged by the Dark Iron Dwarves with both hands and tearing it down on the Great Demon's chest, causing demonic blood to spurt out and the rough skin to rip open.

However, the next second, the Fireblade Sword Saint was engulfed by the flames of the fel energy eruption and was sent flying backward as if he had been burned in the explosion.

The Greenskin chieftains and overseers were essentially sacrificing their lives to expose the enemy's weaknesses to Grom and the Black Pawn. They knew very well that only these two could break through the limitations of the Life Rank and truly launch a fatal blow against the Destroyer.

The weakness has now been exposed.

Either headshot the demon along the crack the black soldier slashed at its head, or deliver a brutal blow to Manonos's heart.

The Destroyer realized the intentions of these reckless orc insects, but this only fueled its fighting spirit as it faced a life-or-death test.

It enjoys this kind of battle.

It was even more pleased with the insects that drank its demonic blood. However, death was not its choice. So when the black soldiers charged again, the Destroyer dragged its wounded body backward, stepping into the lava to heal its wounds with the help of the evil fire.

As Mannoroth plunged his spear into the magma, the surrounding flames were drawn in and propelled forward, while the fel energy-infused beams swept across, forcing back the black pawns and clearing an entire area in front of him.

Evil energy is boiling.

As Mannoroth actively invoked the power, the boiling response of the fel energy caused cracks to appear all around.

It planned to summon some minions to kill all the annoying insects on the battlefield, so that this satisfying life-or-death battle would no longer be disturbed.

It intends to use fel energy to create a cage, allowing the orc offspring it is about to kill to "resurrect" in the Twisting Nether in a more powerful form.

It endorsed the brutality and brute force of these orc chieftains!

It will bestow upon them the glory of "ascension," transforming them into its proudest vanguard of destruction.

But that's wishful thinking.

"I command the Holy Light to purify this place!"

The Great Khan's war powers were unleashed on the battlefield at the perfect moment.

The "purification" power instantly severed Manonos's connection to the Fel Force, and when the light erupted on the battlefield, even the lower-ranking demons were instantly driven away.

"I command the Lightforged to fight bravely against the enemy!"

The second "Strive" power was then applied, like a "Holy Light Bloodlust" spell, which gave the already berserk Lightforged an additional boost of holy power, and the solar storm on the battlefield spread like wildfire in an instant.

Manonos, whose spellcasting was interrupted, sent Grom Hellscream flying with a single claw as he leaped up to try and smash its head. Then, turning around, he saw a Radiant Holy Spirit in the form of an Eredar standing at the edge of the battlefield.

With each step he took, the creature grew larger until, on the third step, it became a giant as large as itself. He did not exhibit the sluggishness of a colossus; instead, he summoned a shattered holy blade with a wave of his hand and strode forward, stepping on the offerings that purified the demons. Countless demons cried out in terror for the name of the Holy Light Butcher. Those cowards did not even dare to turn around and look directly at Diakum, but Maronos was not afraid!
Not only is it not afraid, it even dares to fight back!

The Ashen One steadily parried the Spear of Destruction that was hurled down by the fel fire, and then the simultaneous eruption of fel energy and holy light silenced the entire battlefield.

The demons were all numb by now.

These ferocious orcs are already difficult to deal with, so how come the world boss "Holy Light Butcher" has spawned?
But the demons' opponents were incredibly excited at that moment!
Even the greenskins that Diakum had driven out of Draenor were now raising their weapons and letting out triumphant shouts.

They might not particularly like the Watchers, but they found that after the Watchers appeared on the battlefield, the mental interference that the Destroyer Manonos had inflicted on them with his demonic blood was temporarily suppressed. That might be the power of the Holy Light, but in any case, now they could finally let go and settle accounts with the demons properly.

Grom Hellscream, who had been knocked to the edge of the battlefield, got up.

He swayed, spat out blood, and cursed Diakum for meddling; he and the Black Pawn could have easily killed Maronos right here.
"And then what? Let the Destroyer's soul escape back into the Twisting Nether. When it is reborn, your demonic blood will be reactivated, or you will be plunged into an even worse predicament!"

Diakum's voice sounded behind Grom, causing him to turn around in surprise, where he saw a small, golden seraphim floating there.

The Watcher was locked in a fierce battle with the Destroyer, but the little angel flapped its wings and approached Grom. It reached out and touched the Bloodhowl in Grom's hand, saying:
“I know you can kill it, but I will not allow a dangerous great demon to have a chance to rise again. Your axe can hurt it, but it cannot kill it completely, much less be sharp enough to permanently free you and your people from the curse of demonic blood.”

The golden seraphim inspire the power of the radiant Holy Spirit.

As the dazzling light burst forth from his fingertips, streaks of ash holy runes swirled and permeated the battle axe.

As the last ray of light dissipated into Gorehowl's axe blade, Diakum's golden cherub made a "please" gesture forward.

他 说:

"Now, Bloodhowl is sharp enough."

"buzz"

The golden seraph soared into the air and returned to the side of the Vigilant Giant of Light. Grom looked at his Bloodhowl Battle Axe, which seemed different from before.

"The Vigilant consecrated it, granting Gorehowl the power of 'Ashbringer.' This was a permanent consecration, meaning that from now on, demons slain by this axe will never have the chance to rise again!"

Another voice rang out, causing Grom to turn around sharply and raise his battle axe. With a loud bang, an elven battle axe struck his own weapon.

Before him stood Garrosh, clad in his armor, baring his teeth.

The axe he brought down on Old Roar's head wasn't meant to kill; it seemed he just wanted to say hello to his father. Besides the weapon in his hand, Little Roar was also carrying a strangely shaped solar-powered battle axe on his back.

Drops of demonic blood dripped from his axe blade, signifying that the weapon had just "feasted."

Grom swung his weapon, forcing Garrosh back a few steps, and the latter did not attack again.

After being forged into Lightforged, Garrosh was now as big as Grom. He stretched his shoulders, his brown skin adorned with golden runes, and even his pupils gleamed with a dark gold light. However, the bloodshot eyes and the vibrant anger surrounding him indicated that he was still a warrior of the Hellscream family.

“I came here to challenge you, old man.”

Little Roar looked Old Roar up and down, then shouldered his battle axe and said with a sneer:

"But I suddenly realized that you've become so weak that you can't even kill a demon covered in wounds. Is such a weak old orc really worth the challenge?"

Old Hou rolled his eyes, thinking that his idiot son's taunting skills really needed some work.

He carried "Holy Bloodhowl" toward Manonos, and after a few steps, he stopped and made a "follow me" gesture.

I don't think I've taught Garrosh anything since he was born.
Let's use Manonos right in front of us and Cenarius the Defiler, who's far away on the continent of Kalimdor, as "teaching tools"—those two guys who deserve a headshot from Gorehowl.

Grom wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and thought:

Fortunately, the men of the Hellscream family were all skilled at communicating with axes, after all, he himself was not good at speaking, and he didn't have much time left to teach him.

(End of this chapter)