Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 46 1. Damn it! The Fallen Arena Loses its Top Player [Updated 4/50]

(Additional update for the "Frostfang Claw" brothers [4/10])
"Hurry! Samara, we must rush back to the village as soon as possible. The escorts of the Holy Coffin may have already set off, and everyone in Anboli Village will also set off in the evening. It is said that the Karabor Temple will send thunder elephant cavalry to meet us."

A young Draenei girl, wearing a full set of mining equipment and a sturdy miner's hat, climbed swiftly along the mountain trail. She swung her tail with brisk steps and shouted to her panting companions following behind her:
"If we're late, we'll be scolded by Garrison Commander Mr. Turnum again. I've always felt that the old man has something against us."

"Isn't that nonsense, Yrel?"

The miner girl's companion complained helplessly:
"Mr. Tenum has always felt that you have the potential to become a garrison officer, and he began training you when you were a child. However, not only did you refuse to participate in the garrison officer trial, but you also came here out of spite to work as a miner with us.

Stop talking about him.

Even I have a problem with you; you're clearly wasting your rare talent."

"But I don't like fighting. To become a garrison commander, one must pass the terrifying 'Demon Warrior' trial. It's said that this is an ancient tradition established by our ancestors in the world of Argus. Qualified garrison commanders must form a team to overcome the demons' encirclement and suppression.

I went to Karabor Temple with them when I was a kid and saw it once. I was horrified because the subjects were bleeding non-stop."

The young girl named "Yriel" reached out and grabbed her weak companion. She had a strong physique due to years of training, and she pulled her companion up the hillside with the strength of her muscles.

The two stood at the edge of the quarry and looked at the construction site that was originally planned to serve the construction of the temple, as well as the beautiful scenery of Shadowmoon Valley in the distance. The reason why this place is called "Shadowmoon Valley" is because it is in a mild "eternal night" all year round, and it has the most gorgeous starry sky in the world. The local Shadowmoon orcs are also famous in the world of Draenor for their superb stargazing skills.

Carrying his mining equipment, Irel rested his hands on his hips, feeling the breeze, and said to his childhood companion:
"Rather than fighting, I'd rather be a craftsman! Or perhaps a traveler, an explorer. I want to follow our ancestors, traveling across the stars to see the extraordinary landscapes.

Even in the world of Draenor, there are many beautiful things worth seeing.

For example, the book recently published by Ms. Traveler Leland, "Lost in the Sun Peaks: Walking with the Crow People," you know, I really like those romantic and beautiful travel stories."

"That's true, but you are talented."

Her good friend Samara said with a sigh:

"Mr. Tenum said that you will definitely become an outstanding garrison commander. You may even be selected to join the Legion of Light and become a Lightforged, or become a glorious warrior like the thousand-year-old veterans of the Hand of Argus.

We can even visit the worlds of our other compatriots among the stars on behalf of the Draenei clan.

You can become a legend among the stars! Perform miraculous feats like the Vigilante Saints, instead of being trapped in the small world of Draenor, living an obscure life like the rest of us.

"Don't be silly, Samara, we are immortal."

Irel laughed and put his arm around his companion's shoulders, shaking him back and forth, saying:
"We have plenty of time to plan our lives. When I get tired of being a craftsman and a traveler, I'll sign up for garrison officer training, okay? You don't have to keep nagging me. Can you still walk? How about I carry you?

It’s still a long way to go back to the village from here.”

"Just because I'm born weak doesn't mean I can't even walk, Yrel."

Samara sighed helplessly and said:
"Actually, I know that you don't want to leave Anboli Village because you're worried about me. Sometimes I really feel like I'm a burden to you."

"Don't listen to those bastards!"

Yrel took on the mining equipment that Samara was carrying, and then took his companion's hand and walked towards the village in the distance, saying:

"You're not a burden! You're my good friend, my family. Our relationship is as close as the legendary 'Vigilant' Saint Diakum and his battle brother, Brigadier General Malderan!
We are relatives who can be entrusted with your life. I will feel uncomfortable without you by my side.

move.

Return the miners' equipment, and then we will escort the Holy Vigilant's Casket to Karabor City. I will take you to the Aldor Temple to listen to the priests' sermons. Isn't that what you like?"

"I just want to be a priest."

Samara whispered:

“It is said that the blessing of holy light can dispel some weakness. I also hope that I can be as healthy as you. That way, you won’t have to worry about me choking to death while eating and staying by my side all the time.

You were like this when we were kids.
Always overprotective.

But I heard from High Priestess Isana that a 'protective instinct' is also a necessary condition for becoming an excellent vindicator, and is even part of the Holy Light's moral code. From this point of view, Yrel, you are truly born with the potential to be a powerful vindicator!"

"Stop talking!"

Irel was a little angry, so she simply pulled her friend's hand and asked her to run with her. In this way, she would have no time to talk about these troublesome things due to her weak constitution.

But as the two girls ran, they realized that something was wrong.

As Samara gasped, Iriel suddenly covered her mouth and took her to hide in the night bushes nearby, pressing her head down so that the two of them could hide among the lush trees.

"Shh!"

Yrel made a silent gesture and said to Samara:
"Look ahead, it's orcs!"

"Ok?"

Samara raised her head and looked in the direction of Yrel's finger. Sure enough, there was a group of savage orcs with colorful war patterns painted on their bodies riding their dire wolves through the woods. There were quite a lot of them, and it was obvious that they were going to fight here.

Samara saw many orcs setting traps on the Pilgrim's Road ahead.

"They brought fuel and torches."

Samara whispered in horror:
"They're going to burn our village? Where did these orcs come from?"

"Based on my understanding of the different symbols of orcish clans, these should be orc hunters from the Bleeding Hollow Clan. Only they would paint themselves with such strange war markings. However, I haven't seen the emblems on those leaders before. They may be orcs from other regions."

Yrel wasn't afraid.

She knew that although the village of Amberi had few people and no garrison, it still had garrisons and high-ranking priests guarding the Holy Coffin of the Sentinel. If it were just these orcs, it would be difficult for them to break through the defenses of the Arkonite Crystal Tower deployed by the Draenei outside the village in a short period of time.

But she was worried about something else at the moment.

"Samara, hurry back to the village through the small path! Go find Priest Minara and Garrison Commander Tenum and tell them about the orcs' attack! I suspect these guys aren't planning to attack the village, they're planning to ambush our convoy carrying the Holy Vigilante's Coffin!

Judging from the time, the convoy will pass by here soon.

These orcs want to take away and even desecrate our holy coffin.

Holy Light, if such a thing happens, the wrath of those thousand-year-old veterans of the Hand of Argus alone will be enough to burn all of Draenor. Those fanatics have always regarded the Vigilantes as their symbol of morality.

These orcs are simply courting death!"

"Maybe they did it on purpose, intending to create dangerous friction!"

Samara's heart was pounding. She whispered:
"When I was helping out in the temple, I heard the Aldor priests discussing something. Some said that there was a group of bad guys among the orcs who were deliberately trying to provoke a full-scale war between the Draenei and the orcs.

You know, over the years, at least the local Shadowmoon orcs had no ill will towards us. They would even purchase our polished crystal lenses for stargazing, and many Draenei priests would learn their amazing stargazing skills from the Shadowmoon Clan.

The orcs were not so crazy at the beginning, they were very simple.

I'm also friends with an orc astrologer girl. Rekar is a kind-hearted shaman apprentice. She told me a lot about orc traditions. This must be a bad guy who misled them!"

"Ah, why are you talking about this now? I'm not interested in how the orcs transformed, but our holy coffin must be protected!"

Irel took two ore drafts from behind her and used them as weapons. She said to Samara seriously:
"You and I were both born under the blessing of the Holy Coffin. It is said that you almost died due to weakness when you were a child. It was the light emitted by the Holy Coffin that saved you. It was the Vigilant who blessed and healed my best sister!

That is the supreme sacred object of all Draenei!

It was this that sheltered our ancestors during their long exile, and we cannot allow the orcs to desecrate it!

Never allow it!

I'll stay here and find a way to notify the incoming convoy, and you hurry back to the village to find help."

"Then be careful."

Seeing Irel's determined expression, Samara knew she couldn't persuade her, so she could only turn around and crawl out from the other side of the woods, taking the small path up the mountain to return to Anboli Village.

That mountain road is difficult to walk on.

But the two of them grew up in Anboli Village, and Iriel took her to "travel and play" all day long, so she is very familiar with this place.

After Samara left, Yrel moved cautiously, wanting to avoid being detected by the orcs' keen-smelling dire wolves. She followed the village hunter's instructions and rolled in the mud in the woods to hide her scent.

This kid really has the talent to be a warrior. His broad-mindedness and the fact that he doesn't panic at all when encountering problems are beyond the reach of many warriors.

She quickly climbed to the top of a tree and looked out with the excellent vision of the Draenei. A few minutes later, relying on the excellent vision of the Draenei, she saw the convoy escorting the Holy Coffin of the Sentinel coming towards this side along the Pilgrim's Road.

Several thunder elephants pulled the carriage, and an ancient stone holy coffin was placed on the carriage. There were also several Talbuk cavalrymen escorting it. They were outstanding hunting cavalrymen of the Krokuun Legion. It was said that each of them was an excellent shaman.

Although there are not many of them, they are all elite.

"I have to find a way to inform them!"

Yrel was getting anxious. The orcs had already ambushed the convoy in the surrounding jungle. Seeing the convoy about to be ambushed, the girl quickly came up with a plan. She grabbed a bottle of fuel and a fire starter from the mining gear on her back, shook it a few times, and then threw the fuel into a nearby tree.

The sound of the breaking glass immediately attracted the attention of the orcs around the jungle, but then Irel threw the fire over.

"Swish"

Dazzling flames immediately burned along the treetops, like torches lit under the ever-dim "eternal night" of Shadowmoon Valley.

Anyone who is not blind can see this light!
The Talbuk Rider at the head of the caravan also noticed the flames burning in the jungle ahead. She immediately waved her hand to stop the caravan. The rangers in the caravan immediately released Eagle Eye to check over there, and saw Irel clinging to a tree branch and gesturing to them frantically.

That's a tactical hand signal from the garrison sequence, meaning "enemy nearby"!
"There's an ambush! Quick! Protect the Holy Coffin!"

The ranger shouted immediately, and at the same time, he quickly shot a distress signal flare into the sky.

The red enemy encounter signal exploded in the sky. The specially made flares were enough to stay in the sky for a long time without dissipating. The existence of this signal would make the nearby Draenei warriors rush to support as quickly as possible, which also made the orcs roar in frustration.

But since the ambush failed, let’s just attack head-on!

It doesn't matter, they have the advantage in numbers this time anyway!

Accompanied by the roars of the dire wolves, hundreds of strong orcs rushed out from their hiding places, howling.

These brown-skinned wild warriors approached the caravan waving torches and oil, trying to ignite the fire to burn the Draenei, and they also kept throwing javelins and throwing axes for cover, but if it was just a group of Bleeding Hollow Hunters, they would be completely helpless against the Guardians of the Light.

Given the Draenei's physical fitness, they are not afraid of the orcs in a head-on battle.

But the problem is, it’s not just orcs involved in this ambush!

When the first wave of attacks came into direct combat, accompanied by a strange low roar, a group of hellhounds jumped out from the green energy vortex, howling and rushing towards the convoy from the other direction.

"demon!"

The leading garrison officer roared, and he roared:
"The orcs have colluded with the demons! Damn it! They ignored our warnings, they fell, and we were discovered by Manari. Quick! Protect the Holy Coffin and don't let the demons get close! Don't let these filthy creatures disturb the rest of the Vigilant Saint!"

"demon!?"

At this time, Iriel, who was lying on the tree, also saw those ferocious hellhounds.

Although every Draenei learns about the Burning Legion in childhood, and their coming-of-age ceremony even includes a special exam on demonology, this was indeed the first time that the young man Yrel saw a real demon in Draenor.

In the more than two hundred years since the Genedar crashed on the world of Draenor, the Burning Legion has been more like a terrifying but not-so-real legend to the "new generation" like her.

Seeing these hideous creatures running across the land with pollution, even the bravest Iriel was frightened, but she soon realized that the situation of the Holy Coffin Guardians was not good.

They are elite but too few in number.

The orcs released the demons to entangle them. Many Blood Ring Hunters took advantage of the chaos to rush towards the Holy Coffin, and the guards had no time to stop them all.

When several Bleeding Hollow hunters began bashing the casket with hunting clubs in an attempt to open it, Yrel could bear it no longer.

As a child who grew up listening to the legend of the "Vigilant", she could not allow the holy coffin to be desecrated by the orcs, but she did not let her anger cloud her mind. She knew that she had not even passed the garrison officer trial and was no match for these barbarians in a head-on battle.

She can only outsmart him.

Yrel slid down from the tree, relying on the strength advantage of the Draenei and his own training as a vindicator, and wielded a pickaxe to repel a dire wolf with a wounded leg. He then rolled to avoid arrows and rushed to the edge of the battlefield.

She panted and threw out the explosives used by the miners to scare away the dire wolf, then took out the bone whistle from her waist and blew it hard.

As a young Draenei who hopes to become a craftsman and explorer, Yrel learned a lot of miscellaneous things, including the knowledge of taming thunder elephants. She likes to help the herdsmen in the village feed these huge, loyal and brave beasts. It is said that the talbuk sheep, flying rays and thunder elephants followed the Draenei from the world of Argus to roam the star sea to Draenor. This has become one of their racial cultures.

The thunder elephants pulling the holy coffin were not combat thunder elephants. They were also very panicked during the attack and even trampled several hellhounds to death. At this time, they were being untied by the Blood Ring Hunters, and the cruel orcs were trying to kill them with spears, which made the thunder elephants very angry.

Suddenly, a familiar bone whistle was heard, and the huge beast immediately pulled the cart and rushed towards the direction of the sound without thinking.

Several orcs were caught off guard and were knocked away and then flattened by the heavy hooves. When the thunder elephant rushed over with the holy coffin, Irel prepared herself and ran a few steps. She climbed onto the thunder elephant's saddle quickly despite the danger of arrows passing by. She lay tightly on the saddle, grabbed the reins and directed the thunder elephant to break forward. She also threw out the blessing of the Naaru to heal the wounds left by the battle.

She didn't know where to go, but she had to get the holy coffin out of this chaotic area.

The brave young man's adventure went very smoothly. The orcs were shouting and roaring but could not stop the furious thunder elephant. So much so that Iriel, who was lying on the thunder elephant, once felt that he really had a chance to rush out of here.

Maybe she can even become a hero who protects the holy coffin!
Although they say they are not interested in fighting and killing, in fact, the young man is also eager to make his first contribution to the tribe.

However, when rushing out of the woods, a huge creature howled and flapped its wings as it flew down from the sky. The evil wind it brought almost blew Irel off from the back of the thunder elephant. When Irel saw the pale fur and two hideous heads of this creature, he exclaimed in surprise.

A two-headed flying dragon!
And this iconic pale fur clearly shows that this is the leader of all the two-headed dragons in Shadowmoon Valley, the beast Amokawa, feared by the orcs and called "Breath of the Moon".

Over the years, unfortunate orcs and draenei herdsmen have died in this creature's raids. It prefers to feed on draenei talbuk and thunder elephants, and occasionally eats orcish wargs.

The worst thing is that this untamable beast is riding on the back of a fierce orc.

The latter laughed wildly and urged the newly tamed beast to rush down, letting Amokava spew out arcane energy to drown the galloping thunder elephant. He then threw the hunting halberd in his hand, piercing Irel's waist and abdomen. The huge force caused the poor young man to fall to the side of the road along with the collapsed carriage.

Yrel felt like he was dying.

The excruciating pain from having her body pierced made her groan, but when she looked up, she saw the noble holy coffin slumped to the ground, and the heavy lid of the ancient sarcophagus was thrown away.

"No!"

She screamed and rushed forward, trying to protect the saint's remains from being desecrated by these damned orcs.

Several ferocious orcs rushed out from the surroundings and strode towards them with a grin on their faces. One of them was holding the head of a garrison officer who was roaring ferociously. He looked at Irel who was leaning against the sarcophagus with his bare hands. The hunting halberd pierced her waist and abdomen, and the barbs on it also pierced into her body.

This brave Draenei woman is dead.

"it's a pity."

The orc licked his tongue and said in Draenei with a strange accent:
"The arena of Kargath is in need of ferocious 'blue wildcats' like you. But it doesn't matter. After Chief Kilrogg leads us to capture the Temple of Karabor, we will still be able to capture more wild gladiators to entertain us!"

"You are not allowed to approach the holy object!"

Yrel cursed through gritted teeth, but only received a sneer from the furious orc.

As the huge two-headed dragon landed, the orc leader who was riding the dragon jumped down. He rudely pushed the other orcs aside, strode over with a beheading axe in hand, stared at Irel, and then curled his lips in disdain.

This is not a warrior at all, just a weak civilian. Killing such a person is simply dirtying one's weapon and damaging one's honor.

However, he had no time to think because of the order. He swung his giant axe and was about to chop to death the Draenei who dared to stop the tribe.

Yrel closed her eyes, knowing that she was powerless.

It is said that the saint "The Vigilant" saved the Draenei from a disaster more than 20,000 years ago. Now their descendants are facing danger again. I wonder if the same hero can stand up and turn the tide this time?
With such doubts in mind, Irel felt the fierce sound of the wind.

That was the sound of the battle axe sliding down.

I am going to die.
I don't know if my body will be sent to the Holy Land of Auchindoun after my death and buried there with my parents. Come to think of it, my parents were also powerful garrison officers. They died gloriously shortly after I was born to protect their people from being harmed by the savage forest elves.

Perhaps this is also the reason why I don't want to become a garrison commander.

Her life, which was quite short compared to the immortality of the Draenei, turned into a kaleidoscope before Yrel's eyes. Most of the fragments were about her and Samara's peaceful and beautiful life in the village of Amberli, and a small part was the memory of her travels to other places.

But honestly, it's impossible for a child of her age to have any memorable experiences. She's only over a hundred years old, and in the Draenei tradition, she's still a child who hasn't even reached adulthood.

After several seconds, the imagined severe pain did not come.

Irel opened his eyes, puzzled. He'd already gone through three full turns of his life's revolving lantern, yet why hadn't the Grim Reaper arrived to claim him? Was Hell closed for the day?

But in front of her, the ferocious orc's muscles bulged.

His eyes were red, he gnashed his teeth, and even let out a war cry. He tried to press down the battle axe in his hand to chop off Irel's head, but a hand with a burning glow rose from behind Irel, pinching the sharp axe blade with its fingers.

The fingertips carried a scorching heat that even melted the metal. Under the stunned gaze of all the orcs around, the "Hand of Holy Light" effortlessly pushed the axe that the orc leader had chopped down with all his strength away from the victim's neck, little by little.

This scene made Yrel's eyes widen.

She even temporarily forgot the pain in her waist and abdomen. Turning her head, she saw a Draenei covered in light sitting up from the holy coffin. His eyes were full of confusion, as if he had just woken up and was still a little grumpy.

But this did not prevent him from being extremely glorious at this moment. The strange holy light that the Draenei girl had witnessed since childhood surrounded him in a cheering and animated manner, and there seemed to be a faint ethereal singing echoing around him.

The morning light rises like the dawn, driving away the darkness and bringing light.

Everyone was shocked.

Until Yrel uttered a feeble scream:
"Holy Light! The legendary saint has been resurrected! The Sentinel has risen from his coffin! Haha, orcs, you are dead!"

(End of this chapter)