Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 343. The Devil's Tyrannical End: The End of the Fallen Generation
The Destroyer has always wanted to challenge the legendary Holy Light Butcher.

Perhaps it was the Pit Lord's innate brutality that made it so dissatisfied with the weak atmosphere of "fearing Diakum like a tiger" within the Burning Legion. Knowing that Diakum was a formidable opponent, it looked forward to getting some combat fun from the Vigilant.

Especially after Sargeras's human form was repelled by the Vigilantes, Manonos's thirst for battle intensified.

Finally, it got the chance to fight a deadly battle with its powerful enemy.

The current situation is a bit perplexing. He's been injured all over by the Bloodborne Children, and Diakum just happened to appear at this moment. He doesn't have much of an advantage, but that doesn't matter.

fighting!

As long as the battle continues to the very end, seeking the true meaning of fel energy's power in the clash of forces, to destroy, to kill, to trample, the more it dedicates itself to this war of destruction, the more the fel energy will cherish it!

"Destruction is the ultimate salvation. Only evil can cleanse the world of its sins. Cowards of the Holy Light! Fight me to the death!"

Mannoroth truly lives up to his reputation as a legionary war maniac.

It roared its own evil morality, much like Diakum calling upon the Hand of Fate for blessings.

The surging fel energy poured into the Destroyer's shattered body, rapidly restoring its demonic horns, claws, and broken wings through "fel forging," and causing the Great Demon's aura to rise steadily.

It used some means that made it seem invincible, but kids who often use cheat codes know very well that such rapid power enhancement cannot be permanent.

Besides, are you the only one who can cheat?
"boom"

The Spear of Destruction, imbued with the power of fel energy, crashed down, only to be seized and pulled forward by the Holy Spirit of Light. The shattered Ashbringer roared as it unleashed the Sword of Destruction, and in a flash of golden light, its demonic body, recently reshaped by fel energy, shattered once more.

Diakum did not invoke the Holy Light or the Lord Argus; he merely "asked" the master of this world.

Please allow the killing!
The azure power of the world erupted from the Heart of Azeroth, covering the body of the Giant of Light in the form of a battle robe.

The burning world power allowed Diakum's brute force to surge forward, suppressing Manonos like a "man vs. bear" battle, causing the destroyer's hooves of destruction to kick wildly across the shattered earth, but he could not break free.

It spewed Sargeras's Flames to burn the Giant of Light, but was then bombarded by the Vigilant's heavy fists. The deafening roar of the chaotic battle between the giant and the behemoth changed the color of the sky and earth, and broken demonic horns and sharp teeth flew out and scattered all over the battlefield.

The holy light shattered by the claws also scattered around in the form of feathers of light, splashing up scorching halos as they fell to the ground.

The boiling fel energy and equally boiling holy light caused the temperature in this battleground to soar, and the radiation from the light and heat baked the earth, making even the sun seem to dim.

The demons were retreating, and the demon slayers quickly dispersed, but the fierce battle had not yet ended. Led by the Lightforgers, the orcs and humans continued to charge at the retreating demon lines with high morale.

Battle flags fluttered in the wind, their rousing battle anthems illuminating the righteous blades that mortals raised in resistance against the demons.

The commotion was so great that even the demons of Stromgarde came to join in.

They raced along the fel-linked rifts that divided the Arathi Highlands, the broken fissures constantly widening, allowing the Legion's demons to throw themselves into this exhilarating carnage with a burning passion for destruction.

Manonos's troops naturally inherited the Destroyer's fighting spirit; the demons fought to the bitter end, even at the cost of casualties.

The outcome of today's battle on the highlands will directly determine the fate of the eastern continent. If the rebels fail, the demons will sweep unimpeded southward across half the continent. As for the northern frontier, demons invaded every region the moment Maronos landed there, and this place is beyond saving in the short term.

Demons are proliferating.

What they fear least is a war of numbers.

Even if today's rebels were all heroes who could take on a thousand men, they would still be swallowed up by them in a mercury-like, effortless manner.

But the demons' numerical advantage did not last long, especially when the desolate Arathi Horn sounded from the other side of the battlefield, and when the continuous howls of wolves echoed from the other side of the Fel Scar, the once invincible demons were attacked from both sides.

The majesty of the White Wolf God is revealed here.

Lord Crowley and his pack of wolves plunged into the sea of ​​demons like terrifying daggers, followed closely by General Danath and the proud Arathi Knights, while the Wildhammer dwarves of Eagle's Nest descended from the clouds on their majestic gryphons.

Claws, lances, and bombs have been transformed into the demon-slaying blades of today.

High in the clouds, atop the saddle of the battle griffin, Ronin was filled with excitement. This young man had witnessed firsthand how the Children of the World had bravely fought back against the destructive demon from the sea of ​​stars.

Even if this is only humanity's first battle in this world's calamities, it is enough for the Star Soul Lord to witness through his eyes how brave these "young children" humans are. They are inferior to the elves in every aspect, but if the demons want to laugh and destroy them, then humanity will never lack the courage to resist.

The Star Soul Lord saw it.

He was very pleased and very satisfied.

To Rhonin's astonishment, a blue World Power surged from his Heart of Azeroth pendant into the sky, then transformed into a pale blue rain of light that fell upon the battlefield. The blue rain resembled the gentle caress of the world, falling upon the warriors to soothe their fatigue and heal their wounds.

It inspires their courage and propels them forward, like a weary mother encouraging her brave child.

"For Arasso's revenge! Kill!"

Lothar, bathed in light, raised the steel sword of the Barbarian King. As his wings burned with the fury of vengeance, Emperor Thoradin could no longer contain his burning passion and charged out as a Guardian of Kings. This valiant Barbarian Lord raised his gleaming sword and, with a frenzied battle cry, brought it down, unleashing a holy storm that swept through the demons.

Because Lothar hadn't made any "fine-tuning" to Emperor Thoradin's spirit form, when this "big guy" charged out shouting the Barbarian War Cry, Colonel Daenerys was so startled she almost fell to the ground. King Thoras and General Danas were also taken aback.

Their Stromgarde contains a statue of Emperor Thoradin, which is carefully preserved as a "family heirloom".

The giant behemoth of holy light that jumped out from Lothar looks so much like Emperor Thoradin!

Hey, Lothar, everyone knows you're going to rebuild the Empire, but for the sake of everyone's blood pressure, let's not do this kind of old-fashioned "resurrection" thing, okay?

Lord Crowley and Chieftain Azuka Bladefury passed each other amidst the chaos of battle.

As they charged into the surrounding demons, the leaders of the wolf packs, the White Wolf God and the Black Wolf God, turned to face each other. The werewolf extended its claws, and the swordsman raised his blade. The conflict between the packs made their battle imminent.

But the next second, Goldling and Lecanthos spoke up almost simultaneously:

"Slay the demons first!"

"Don't let the white wolf underestimate us. Let's repel the demon first!"

And so the two passed each other again in the next instant, each plunging into the sea of ​​demons on the opposite side. The fight among the hunting packs was a private matter for the black and white wolves, but the demons came to destroy everything, and private matters always had to come after public affairs.

More importantly, the Star Soul Lord is watching!
If the two of them dare to fight each other now, the consequences could be quite severe.

Although the Star Soul Lord is unlikely to personally appear to feed their favorite big beast, it's uncertain whether the terrifying Ashbringer will fall on the head of some unruly big dog after Diakum, the "Honorary World Guardian," has dealt with the Destroyer.

"boom"

Intense scorching light erupted once again at the rear of the battlefield, signaling the start of the next phase of the battle between the two Force demigods.

Manonos's weapon had been smashed away, and Ashbringer, in its shattered state, could hardly inflict fatal damage on the great demon. Therefore, the giant and the behemoth simply fought bare-handed. One spewed evil flames, while the other wielded a cutting wheel. They fought back and forth, causing mountains to crumble and the great road to be almost destroyed.

Maronos has gone mad.

It was completely immersed in the frenzy of battle, just like those green-skinned orcs when they were dominated by rage. It was precisely because it had this kind of personality that its demonic blood possessed such a strong assimilative power.

It didn't care how badly it was injured; it only wanted to tear the giant of light in front of it to shreds.

It even opened its jaws like a wild beast and lunged forward to bite, its massive tail lashing out like a steel whip, leaving golden cracks all over the body of the Radiant Holy Spirit's giant form, but Diakum was not overwhelmed by fanaticism.

He retreated, causing the Destroyer to also withdraw from the protective fel-energy lava.

The terrain of Arathi Highlands will be permanently altered in this battle, but that is not something we need to worry about right now.

The orcs wanted to break free from the curse of the demonic blood on their own, and the Vigilant was willing to help them. So, when he swung his heavy fist to repel the charging Mannoroth, he turned around and whipped his tail, turning his fierce tail into a sharp blade to cut. He then grabbed the jumping black pawn in his hand and used "item attack" on the destroyer in front of him.

Black Soldier's armor had melted away, but his oak axe remained sharp. With the help of Diakum's immense strength, he used classic orc tactics to slash open the withered wound in Manonos's heart, exposing the still-beating giant heart to the battlefield.

The Destroyer sensed a sharp aura erupting from the giant of light before him.

It flapped its wings in an attempt to block, but its wings had just been brutally torn off by Diakum. It could only use its claws to block its heart, but in the next instant, it was struck on the left wrist by a swung solar battle axe.

The classic "combo attack" is triggered, and the retreating giant of light throws a solar bomb forward, severing Mannos's wrist with Garrosh's roar.

The great demon, dazed and disoriented by the holy light, staggered backward. It raised its head, still wanting to unleash the flames of Sargeras to burn these demon blood children, but just like the previous fatal scene, its most favored demon blood child tore through the most terrifying fire among the stars and brought down the battle axe with its holy runes crashing down on its own head.

This time, Old Roar will definitely not miss! This is a "family lesson"!

The roaring blood howl precisely and perfectly pierced the wound previously torn open by the black pawn. The Balrog King's flames erupted once more, allowing the scorching axe blade to slice smoothly through the demonic bones, and then, with Grom's bloodshot eyes pressing down, completely slicing into Mannoroth's brain core. Even for an omnipotent archdeacon, this was a truly fatal wound.

The Destroyer's body went out of control, and the Sargeras Flame that it couldn't spew out exploded in its mouth like a "burst," tearing flesh and blood and stirring up the boiling fel energy within it. Finally, with Manonos's roar, it was about to turn its life into a final, devastating blow to the world.

Grom, who had fallen into the lava, raised his head with his bare hands.

He could clearly see Gorehowl embedded in the Great Demon's skull, and he could feel the monster before him, who had brought the demonic blood curse to the orcs, rapidly decaying.

The destructive fel fire surged and boiled violently within its shattered body, much like a "fel nuclear bomb" about to explode, completely destroying and polluting the Arathi Highlands ecosystem, while annihilating all life on the battlefield.

It was like the eruption of a violent supernova from the twisted void.

There was no escaping it.

But it didn't matter. Grom had no regrets; his heart had never been so at peace.

Faced with the eruption of fierce, evil fire, he opened his arms, his mouth silently uttering something, as if he wanted to embrace his destiny.

However, the holy light then erupted.

The giant of light stepped forward again, extending his hands in a suppressive posture, converging the Divine Law Barrier. The golden energy wall rapidly closed as he pressed down, like a standard sealing spell, continuously compressing and controlling the scorching fel energy of Mannoroth's final, deadly incineration explosion, ultimately "pressing" it back into the Destroyer's shattered body.

Just like Gul'dan's most "spectacular" ending in the official history, dark green light burst forth from beneath Manonos's flesh and blood, and under the ravages of the "implosion," his stubborn flesh and demonic bones were annihilated and destroyed, just like a corpse destroyed in a nuclear explosion.

Scales peeled away, flesh and blood vanished, leaving only a still-roaring skeleton.

When the battered giant of light rose, he held in his hand the golden orb that sealed the Destroyer's final blow.

Like a football prodigy, he turned around and aimed at the largest fel energy rift on the battlefield behind him, tossing the ball of light into the air before kicking it.

This "national football team footwork," honed over 20,000 years, was incredibly powerful, allowing the "ball of destruction" to trace a perfect trajectory and ultimately crash into the other side of the fel energy rift, falling into a demonic wasteland in the twisted void.

Amidst the horrified gazes of countless legions of demons who looked up, the destructive energy, suppressed by holy light, slammed into the ground and exploded.

After a violent explosion, the demon world, which had long since lost its vitality, crumbled.

The final devastating attack ended the transformation of the Giant of Light, and Diakum returned to his mortal form. Five golden cherubs surrounded him again, singing hymns praising the merciful leader for saving the land from the ravages of fel energy.

Diakum accepted this without hesitation.

He drew Kazzak's Soul-Binding Staff to support his slightly weakened body, and looked up at the Destroyer's remains before him, stripped of flesh and blood, leaving only desolate demonic bones.

Gorehowl was still embedded in the great demon's hideous skull. As Orgrim helped Grom forward and had Grom grasp Gorehowl, the orc warriors clearly heard the lingering voice of Mannoroth:

"Well played, you scum."

"whispering sound."

Grom bared his teeth and with a forceful pull, ripped Gorehowl off the skull. The demonic body, which was still stubbornly refusing to fall, shattered as if its spine had been ripped off.

Manolos is dead.

The Ashbringer's power burned away its demonic soul, annihilating the Destroyer.

But Diakum noticed Gorehowl's unusual behavior. He patted the Soul Staff in his hand and quipped:
"So you great demons are really flexible, willing to transfer your will when you're about to die?"

"What Mannoroth transferred into Gorehowl was not its will."

Kazak, inside the Soul-Binding Staff, said in a forlorn tone:

"It is a true demon, unafraid of death, but rather seeing it as a challenge of strength. It is indeed more like a demon leader than I am. The Destroyer imbued that battle axe with its eternal fighting spirit, perhaps because it recognized these wild orcs."

The greenskins have the blood of Manonos flowing through their veins; they are its 'blood descendants'.

Maronos is dead.

But as long as the Orks are still fighting among the stars, the Destroyers are still 'alive'.

"Look on the bright side, it can no longer fight, but you can."

The Watcher turned to look at the massive halberd embedded in the fel-infused magma, and said:
"It even left you the weapon that made it famous. By the way, I've been refining you with the Holy Light. How long will it take before you can be reborn as the 'Dawn Overlord'?"

"It's coming, it's coming soon."

Kazak's consciousness faded, and it said:
"I will reclaim the ancient duties of Ereduin, I will rebuild the demonic prison in the sea of ​​stars, I will once again become the warden of the most wicked. Zul'Tanash, Spear of Destruction, yes, a demonic blade that suits my taste."

Choose me a worthy opponent, Vigilant, and I will challenge and crush it, thus proclaiming the rebirth of the Dawn Overlord.

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"Shackles, curse! Maronos is dead!"

In the distant Redridge Mountains, in a stone wall fortress, the warlord Eitrigg, who was issuing mobilization orders to mobilize the orcs to resist the human attack, suddenly stood up.

The turbulent mind he had been trying to suppress calmed down in an instant, as if the power that had been driving the demonic blood within him had dissipated.

Do not!
That's not accurate.

The power bestowed upon the orcs by the demonic blood remains, but it is no longer as stubbornly unwilling to be bound as before.

The power and blood from the demons calmed down and truly merged into the orcs' blood, becoming part of their bodies and talents. The demonic blood had not yet dried up, which meant that the "curse" from Manonos had truly transformed into a controllable "blessing of wrath," allowing the greenskins to truly calm down.

Eitrigg, trembling with excitement, rushed out of the fortress and looked down from the high walls.

The hot-tempered men in the castle, who were always fighting in private, were just as bewildered as he was now, as if they had just woken up from a long "dream of rage". The bloodlust in the warriors' eyes was fading, their ferocious faces were smoothed out, and their heavy breathing, which was always like that of wild beasts, became gentle.

Some orcs knelt on the ground howling, while others looked around uneasily.

Eitrigg laughed, the Blackrock Warlord looking at his hands and laughing out loud. He knew that Orgrim and the other chieftains had fulfilled their promise, and from this day forward, the Greenskins would be completely freed from their demonic fate.

Of course, not every warrior was willing to say goodbye to war, and even in the era before drinking the demon blood, not every orc was willing to obey tradition.

A beast unwilling to restrain its rage cannot embrace civilization. Now that the Great Chieftain has fulfilled his oath, it is time for me to shoulder my own mission.

He's going to make one last selection here.

Those who love war and are immersed in destruction, may continue their "beautiful" war here; only those who want to return to tradition will be allowed to embark on this journey of no return.

Meanwhile, in Darkforge City.

Princess Moira, who was being chased around by a group of Black Iron Guards, saw the orcs suddenly convulsing before her and screamed, clutching her warhammer and musket:

"Are you guys even capable? You're trying to escape, why are you suddenly having seizures?"

"Shut up!"

Red Blackhand leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

He also felt the "submission" of the usually violent demonic blood within his body. Although the chilling blood light in his eyes had dissipated, Red was not weakened as a result.

He grinned, glanced at King Thaurissan, who was bound hand and foot behind his back and glared angrily, then stretched his shoulders and arms and said to Princess Moira and her dwarf guards:
"Grom has killed Manonos, and the curse of the green-skinned orcs' bloodline has been lifted! Our wisdom and reason are returning. Before, the chance of leading you out of here was only 50%, but now it's at least 80%!"

"Huh? Wisdom?"

Moira looked at Red with suspicion, and whispered:
"Are you sure you have that kind of thing in your head? I was the one who came up with this breakout plan."

"Shut up! The Blackrock orcs are the bravest clan in Draenor. How are we so unintelligent? Why do you have such a venomous tongue, you dwarf woman?"

"Okay, then tell me, what should we do next?"

"Well, let's proceed according to your plan. Hmph, being good at adopting excellent ideas is also a sign of wisdom."

(End of this chapter)