Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 48 3. Our Living Saint’s first request after waking up is to release a new chapter [6/50]

(Additional update for the "Frostfang Claw" brothers [6/10])
The battle ended quickly, and the process was much "easier" than the brutal fight that Yrel had imagined.

After Brigadier General Dick rushed into the battlefield with his "new pendant" and took down thirteen heads in ten seconds with a flick of his sword, the "nature" of this ambush launched by the orcs changed.

The hunters became prey in an instant, and the ruthless brigadier general obviously did not intend to let any of them escape, which meant that the orcs now had to fight for survival.

"Warriors! Surround them! Block their escape route. We've already suffered casualties, so I order you to kill without mercy!"

The brigadier general issued a brutal and cold-blooded order in the very elegant ancient Eredar language. The garrison officers and rangers who were being besieged did not react for a while, but soon someone exclaimed, "The Lord Sentinel has been resurrected."

When the besieged Draenei elite realized who gave them the orders, their morale immediately soared.

As their saint launched a bloody storm of "unparalleled slaughter" on the orcs with an exaggerated fighting posture, these well-trained warriors immediately scattered according to the saint's instructions.

These stupid orcs did choose a very good ambush position. The good terrain meant that it would be difficult for the ambushed opponents to escape. However, now they were the ones trapped, which meant that it would be difficult for the orcs to break out of the battlefield that was turning into a "Holy Light Hell".

Generally speaking, garrisons lack the means to launch large-scale attacks. After all, they are melee professions and cannot compare to mages who can manipulate arcane magic to perform large-scale confinement and attacks.

But Dick was obviously not an ordinary person. Not to mention his signature Holy Storm group attack, not to mention the large-scale killing of Halo Cascade which was replaced by "Holy Nova", just the two group attack effects of the Staff of Kazzak's Blame in his hand, which was in a [Broken] state but still usable, were enough to give these orcs a hard time.

The Sentinel originally forged this staff to make up for its lack of large-scale damage, so both of its attributes were added to group attacks.

The best part is, this thing unleashes demonic power through melee kills.

Every time someone is stabbed to death, a large-scale elemental curse is imposed. Killing ten people will bring about a rain of hellfire. Moreover, after killing Kazzak for the second time, a trace of the Doomsday Overlord's soul was extracted and imprisoned, which directly led to an increase in destructive power after the quality of the staff was upgraded.

What is falling down now is no longer the rain of hellfire but "meteor magic".

Surrounded by Dick and with their way out blocked, the orcs were forced to fight the "Holy Light Butcher". However, they soon realized the immense value of this nickname bestowed upon them by the demons.

When the last orc warlock had his legs cut off by Dick's instantly cast Sword of Justice with a look of horror on his face and crawled on the ground screaming, what he saw was real hell.

The ferocious hellhounds they summoned didn't dare to approach the Draenei saints with white holy flames burning around their bodies. The demons, who were supposed to be brutal, fled back to the Twisting Nether with panic and howling as if they had seen some kind of "natural enemy".

Is this exciting scene something that warlocks can watch?

The orc warlock's mind collapsed on the spot, and then Irel rushed over and chopped off his head with an axe while he screamed.

The young recruit was very nervous, but she finally breathed a sigh of relief after taking the head, because she had finally performed well at the end of the battle. Oh, you have no idea how difficult it is to snatch two heads from the violent hands of the Vigilant Saint.

"What are you doing? Why are you grinning like that when the battle isn't over yet?!"

A stern voice sounded from behind Yrel, and the Vigilant scolded:

"You killed the warlock but didn't destroy his soul stone! Are you planning to let such a demon's lackey go? Smash the purple stone in his arms and completely destroy the soul of this demon worshiper!

immediately! "

Scolded, Irel did not dare to delay and immediately bent down to find the evil soul stone from the orc warlock's arms. With a hint of grievance, she swung her battle axe and smashed the thing to pieces. When the warlock's soul dissipated and screamed, Irel breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground.

It's really not her fault for this mistake.

Today was not only her first time encountering a warlock, it was even her first time on the battlefield.

She felt that her performance was already very good.

But the Vigilant Saint's requirements for "recruits" are obviously different from Yrel's understanding of "recruits".

"Hail! Great Vigilant, Glorious Saint!"

The garrison captain, covered in blood, ran over excitedly to salute Dick, but before he could finish his series of exaggerated titles that were like the names of dishes, Dick interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

He seemed to have returned to the Thirty Days' Battle of Argus, and with a cold and ruthless aura, he said in a deep voice:
"Gather these bodies together, give those who are still alive a final blow, chop off their heads and pile them together! I know you sacrificed a brother, and we lost a precious member of our tribe. This death must be remembered!

Let us use the heads of these thugs to bid farewell to our compatriots."

"what?"

The garrison captain had no idea how to carry out this order.

this.
Isn't it a bit too cruel to build a Jingguan or something after the victory?

Especially for the believers of Holy Light, this...
"Follow orders, soldiers!"

Dick said emphatically:
"I don't know how you deal with enemies in your time, but that's what we did on the battlefield of Argus. We believe this will allow the heroic spirits of our compatriots to return to the realm of Holy Light. It's a form of remembrance and also a deterrent!
Listen to me, child, if this brutal tower of skulls can scare even one orc, and frighten him away from his evil thoughts when he wants to harm our compatriots in the future, that would be a good thing.

Go ahead and execute the order!
By the way, please ask the ranger in your team to come over. I have something to ask her."

"As you command, Vigilant!"

The garrison captain thought about it and felt that what the saint said made some sense.

Anyway, dumping these orc corpses here will pollute the environment and may even cause a plague, so it is better to collect them and burn them. Stacking skull towers sounds cruel, but it is indeed very practical from a deterrent perspective.

The most important thing is that the orcs' reactions have been very abnormal recently.

Regardless of what the higher-ups think, as a grassroots commander, she feels that the orcs' provocation should be dealt with in a tougher manner.

Soon, when Dick was sitting on the stone thinking about how to repair his battle staff, the ranger with the injured leg limped over. She also respected the Sentinel very much and was about to perform "reading the menu" for the ancient saint when she was interrupted by Dick's wave of his hand.

The Sentinel looked at the familiar mark on the ranger's armor. With a hint of hesitation and trepidation, he asked softly:
"Nellie. Is she okay?"

"Are you talking about Archbishop Nellie?"

The Ranger was stunned for a few seconds.

Then she screamed in her heart, "Holy shit! Could the rumors circulating among the common people about the third-rate love story between the Sentinel and the Archbishop actually be true? The first question the Sentinel asked after his resurrection was to ask if Archbishop Nari was okay!"

What the hell!

I need insulin to eat this piece of candy.

It's been 20,000 years, and he still can't forget it even after being in a coma for 20,000 years! If this wasn't love, I would eat all three of the jeweled crossbows I have hidden on me!
Even though she had just experienced a brutal battle, the ranger's eyes were instantly filled with fiery gossip. She hesitated for a moment and whispered:
"Archbishop Nari should still be holding on to the Ranger Enclave in Elodor. It is the training ground and headquarters for the Ranger class, and is also the location of the Aldor priests' holy place, the Altar of Sha'tar.

The orcs had launched harassment attacks there before, but were repelled by the Archbishop and his men.

Afterwards, we received orders to guard the Holy Coffin.
Oh, by the way, when the orcs launched a tentative attack on us, it was Archbishop Nari who proposed at the bishops' meeting that your holy coffin be immediately moved to the safer Karabor Temple.

I mean, our Archbishop cares deeply about you, too.”

"Ok?"

Dick noticed the ranger's strange tone and said with a straight face:

"What are you implying, soldier? Speak more clearly.
This is not what you think. Nairi and I are old friends who can trust each other with their lives. After I learned from the servants of the Shadow Council that there was a traitor among our compatriots, I must immediately find the most trustworthy person in this era that is very unfamiliar to me. "

"what?"

The Ranger was shocked again. She exclaimed:
"You mean this ambush wasn't just a whim of the orcs, but was tipped off by the Draenei? Who is that? How dare you!"

"We are the proud Eredar. Ah, never mind, call yourselves that if you please."

Dick shook his head, not caring about these details. He stroked his chin and said seriously:
"It's still unclear what class the traitor comes from, but he should be in a high position among our people. So you have to keep this matter secret. I only trust Viren, Hatton, Jaid, and Nari now!

Anyone else is suspect in my eyes.

Can you communicate with Nellie?"

"My Arkonite communication stone was destroyed in the battle just now, but there should be a fixed communication device in Anboli Village."

The Ranger glanced warily at her fellow garrison officers behind her and said softly:
“I sent out a signal before the ambush began. Given the distance between here and Anboli Village, the garrison officers and priests stationed in the village should have arrived, but they haven’t made any movement.

Therefore, I suspect that Anboli Village may have also been attacked. That village is too close to the Shadowmoon Clan's fortress. If this was a joint action, then the situation of Anboli Village should be quite bad at this time."

"Ah."

Dick nodded, acknowledging this judgment, and asked again:

"Can you still fight?"

"Of course! Saint."

The Ranger patted his chest and said loudly:
"We are all elite warriors! We have undergone rigorous training, and with your divine power, we still have enough strength to join the battle at any time."

"Uh"

Dick gave the confident Ranger a strange look and said:
"Gather your compatriots and have them expedite the battlefield operations. Then follow me to support Anboli Village!"

"As ordered."

The ranger turned to leave, and just as Irel approached the saint with his axe, he heard the saint mutter:
"So, have Nari and the others lowered the bar for selecting elite troops so low now? These guys who call themselves 'elite' actually struggled to even reach the level of recruits during the Battle of Argus.

The Draenei's martial ethics are so low these days, no wonder they were beaten so badly by the orcs."

These words made Yrel even more hopeless about his future as a warrior.

Good guy!
You don't even look down on the elite garrison officers, so when will a rookie like me be able to catch your eye?

"The village of Amboli has been attacked, son."

Dick stood up, clutching his broken battle staff, and said to Yrel:
"You have to be ready to go back with us for support."

"No, Samara!"

Iriel turned around with a start and was about to run out, but Dick put his hand on her shoulder, lifting her up in an instant, her feet kicking in the air. The scene looked extremely weird.

"Calm down! You can't do anything if you go back alone!"

Dick scolded:
"Go to the fallen garrison commander, put on his armor, and take his weapons. I need you to maintain your fighting capacity. I can defeat those orcs, but you have to rescue the civilians."

"But my sisters."

"If you can't calm down, then she's truly dead. You must trust in the strength of the group at this point. Go change into your armor, and we'll set off soon. You must obey the garrison captain's orders and not leave the team at will."

The first rule for new recruits is to obey orders and follow instructions! "

Dick put Irel on the ground and said to the nervous girl:

"Perhaps you could try to call upon the Holy Light to condense morality here, allowing yourself to truly embark on the path of a garrison commander. This way, you can receive the Holy Light's blessing during battle, which will help you better find and protect your sisters."

"But...but I didn't pass the Garrison Officer Trial. I only trained for a while with the village's Chief Tenum. Will the Holy Light really respond to me?"

Irel said with some concern:
"And I know that consolidating morality for a garrison officer requires at least several years of hard training and enlightenment. According to the orders of Bishop Akama, the current leader of the garrison officer class, it would be risky for new recruits to arbitrarily cultivate morality before they have a thorough understanding of the Garrison Officer Manual."

"Who said that?"

Dick glared and said:
"Does such a thing require hard training and enlightenment? As long as your will to protect, save, or punish is strong enough, as long as you are willing to swear an oath to the Holy Light and uphold the precepts for life, can't you solidify the moral principles?
What happened to your inheritance over the years?
Why add so much meaningless ritual to such a basic training subject?
The Holy Light does not require you to spend years reciting scriptures and praying to Him. If you use this time, you might as well kill more enemies of the Holy Light to better please Him.

So, who the hell made up these tedious rules?"

Facing Dick's angry question, Irel lowered her head in embarrassment. She tapped her toes on the ground and whispered:

"Uh, the initial reform of the Garrison class was promoted by Archbishop Akama. I heard that he was one of your followers, and he often said that he was inspired by the Holy Light from your stories.

He believes the garrison commander must learn from you, deconstructing and understanding the Holy Light beyond diligent training. This will effectively strengthen the garrison commander's affinity with the Holy Light and improve their combat effectiveness.

Dick stared at Irel in amazement. He said:

"So, the new recruit Akama is pushing for this kind of flashy reform in my name? Well, he used to be a priest, and I can understand his devotion to his faith, but this idiot is clearly going too far!"

"Ah, you're swearing! That's against garrison officer drill."

"Shut up! The Holy Light didn't blame me for speaking foul language, so don't worry about these details, girl. Now put on your armor and get ready. I will personally guide you to condense the Holy Light's morality."

"Oh, okay."

Yrel dropped his orcish battle axe, swung his tail, and ran to collect the remains of the garrison commander who had died in the battle.

Dick sat on the rock and watched the garrison officers not far away carrying out his orders. The orc corpses were dragged together and set on fire, and their heads were thrown together to form a crooked tower of skulls.

Dick shook his head at this scene.

Alas, it is a pity that the "traditional craft" of using demon heads to build Jingguan on Argus has not been passed down.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he stroked his forehead and called out his character card to take a closer look at his attributes:
Name: Diakham Zastins

Title: High-Level Polluter Nemesis, Hand of Argus
Honorary Title: Vigilant

Race: Eredar

Special race: Descendants of Holy Light, Mythical race variant (transforming)

Life Rank: Legendary·Middle

Status: Energy Overload (Extremely large amounts of Holy Power are accumulated and stagnant, causing a high risk of loss of control. Please release it as soon as possible!)

Occupation: Garrison Brigadier General/High-ranking Priest/Aviation

Legendary Class: Sun Herald

Power belongs to: Holy Light Force

The Force: The Hands of Fate

Racial Talents:

Energy affinity, heroic aura, advanced shadow resistance.

Legacy of Lura: Because the Naaru race tends to be spellcasters, your intelligence, spirit, endurance, affinity with the Holy Light, and energy control attributes are increased to the "Legendary·Upper" level.

Radiant Body: Inherits 70% of Narulula's own radiant energy pool limit and holy power load.

Holy Judge: Inherits the racial characteristics of the Naaru. When this talent is activated, a large-scale "holy power bombardment" will be carried out on the designated target area. This talent has no cooldown time before the personal radiant energy pool is exhausted.

Personal talents:

Vindicator Tactics, Defender, Spellbreaker, Elder Intimidation, Echo of the Light, Art of War, Fervent Devotion, Lightforged Armory, Unsheathed Light.

New personal talents added:

Legendary Energy Resistance: All energy attacks against you have 33% less damage. Legendary/Mythic weapons ignore this resistance.

Legendary Sword Resistance: All physical attacks against you have their destructive power reduced by 33%. Legendary/Mythical weapons ignore this resistance.

hint!

This talent is granted by the mythic creature trait. After obtaining the complete mythic creature trait, the damage immunity is increased to 66%. Mythic weapons ignore this resistance.

Legendary Talents:

Ashbringer, Lightforged Knight.

New legendary talent [Forge Sword into Light]:
The fusion of the remains of Naaru with the individual has increased the individual's Radiant Energy recovery speed to Legendary Superior. After the individual's Radiant Energy pool reaches the storage limit, it can carry an additional 300% Holy Power redundancy and can automatically "burn Holy Power" to gain additional combat power enhancement.

The current reserves of the individual's radiant energy pool are: incalculable (huge amount of redundant holy power, please release it as soon as possible!).

After the individual's current holy power is fully ignited, the limit of temporary strength enhancement is: Demigod Critical
caveat!

The individual's radiant energy pool is in a massive overload state. Please consume and release the excess holy power as soon as possible, otherwise it will cause uncontrollable negative effects including energy loss of control, over-sanctification, etc.

New legendary talent [Brilliant Dawn]:
The Brilliant Sun, one of the Atama crystal relics, has achieved "crystallized symbiosis" with the individual's heart. It replaces the individual's heart organ to maintain the body's existence.

The Holy Light Treasure grants special enhancements, causing the individual's Holy Light form to mutate. A special Holy Flame with greater destructive and healing power will replace the individual's original Holy Light.

The Brilliant Dawn grants the individual a special passive ability [Holy Slash]. This ability needs to be charged to activate. Once activated, all your attacks will be accompanied by a Holy Explosion, causing a large amount of light damage to the enemy.

This damage effect can be stacked by charging, but charging for a long time may break your weapon.

hint!

After releasing energy multiple times in a short period of time, the Radiant Dawn will enter "overload", greatly increasing your Radiant Energy recovery speed and the destructive power of Holy Light spells in a short period of time, while releasing a huge amount of light and heat.

But after multiple overloads, you will enter the negative state of "weak heartbeat".

The massive amount of light and heat released when the Radiant Sun is overloaded may destroy your armor.

Important warning!

You are currently in a "racial conversion" caused by special circumstances, and your Eredar bloodline has caused some conflict with your Naaru bloodline.

When your Holy Power burns beyond the "safe limit", you will temporarily enter the "sanctification" state. In this state, you will directly come into contact with the essence of the Holy Light Force, which will greatly enhance your control over the Holy Light power, strengthen the effects of your skill releases, and give your Holy Light even cooler lighting and shadow effects.

But in this state, your mortal emotions and thoughts will gradually disappear, and the "divinity" from the Naaru will gradually cover your mind.

Before your mortal bloodline power is further enhanced (demigod), please do not maintain the "sanctified" state for a long time, so as to avoid emotional stripping causing irreversible damage to your personality.

Overview:

Right, that's what it's like!

Character evaluation:

[I don't understand why you want to use Naaru as your 'reinforcement cushion'. There are so many strange mythical creatures in this physical universe, and Naaru is not outstanding in any aspect!
Might as well protect the dragon!

Those two red and green horned bitches are really cool. If I were you, I would definitely use them as my own reinforcement mats. Maybe I could even get two well-behaved and obedient hot weapons.

Tsk tsk, but it’s your own choice, so I can’t say anything.

Just a reminder here, kid.

If you want to transform yourself into a true mythical race, it is not enough to just pick up the corpse of a Naaru.

What I mean is, find a few more Naaru and kill them, then you can happily eat their corpses to make yourself a stronger and more powerful mythical creature.

But don't get complacent.

They are just mythical creatures. I have to eat at least ninety-nine of them for breakfast every day to satisfy my hunger. In the eyes of the real overlords of the physical universe, the so-called mythical creatures are just food that tastes better.

So, you still have a lot of practice to do! 】

"You're not in a good mood if you don't mock me for a day, right?"

Dick was really fed up with this bastard who kept talking nonsense all day long. He didn't mean to pick up the corpse of Naaru. It was just because the remains of Lula were found in the environment where he dueled with Sachir, okay?
He had great respect for the guardian Narulula who sacrificed himself to save many people. If possible, he did not want to inherit Lula's power in such a sad way.

But no matter what, the guardian Naaru who died on Argus gave his last bit of everything to the escape of the Eredar. This sacrifice deserves to be remembered forever by Dick, and since he has inherited Lura's power, he will definitely carry out Lura's morality to the end!

Although I still don’t know what stage the orcs’ attacks on the Eredar and the Draenei have reached, now that I have awakened, those stupid orcs can forget about carrying out the exaggerated genocide in the official history of the Dark Portal.

If they dare to confront him again, Dick really doesn't mind leading the veterans of the Hand of Argus to strangle all the green-skinned orcs in Draenor to death with his own hands.

If you have drunk the devil's blood, you are no longer human!

Since we are no longer human beings, what is the point of talking about humanity and morality?

Just like when facing a demon, purification is all that matters!
But before starting this purification, Dick still had a lot of information to collect. For example, he now urgently wanted to know what happened to the other clans of the Eredar during the more than 20,000 years that he had been sleeping?
Is the Legion of Light as bad as it appears in the official history?
And most importantly, what changes have taken place in Dick's arch-enemy, the Burning Legion.

He was certain that his battle on Argus had definitely shaken fate! Twenty thousand years ago, he, like a butterfly, had already fluttered his wings. Twenty thousand years was enough time for a series of "butterfly effects" to occur across the galaxy.

"Commodore, I have brought the victim's weapons."

Irel's voice interrupted Dick's thoughts. He looked up and saw the girl in the ill-fitting garrison officer's armor placing various weapons in front of him.

Dick didn't choose, he picked up a two-handed warhammer and waved it in one hand, sighing and saying:
"It's so light and feels like it will break if you put too much force on it, but it's still usable."

"."

Yrel made no comment.

But she had already numbly adapted to the various inhuman behaviors of the sentinels, and convinced herself with very simple theories.

He is a legendary saint!

So this casual transcendence of mortal limits shouldn't be surprising at all, right?
"So, Yrel, new recruit of the Hand of Argus, are you ready to solidify your moral integrity?"

Dick stood up and put the warhammer behind his back, extending his hand like a priest. Irel immediately knelt on one knee and let Dick's warm hand rest on her forehead.

However, Dick's inquiry shocked her.

She stammered:
"Hand of Argus? No, Saint, I'm completely unqualified to join that legendary legion composed entirely of ten-thousand-year-old veterans! I heard they won't accept children like us who were born outside of Argus."

"Foolish dogmatism!"

Dick scoffed and said:

"The Hand of Argus is the Legion I founded, and I have the final say on how it should be run. If I say you can, then you can!
We do need some new recruits, but I have to tell you in advance, child, the selection criteria for new recruits of the Hand of Argus is to kill at least thirty demons in a battle before they can be accepted by other fighting brothers and sisters of faith.

I don't want to ruin this beautiful tradition, so this will be your first trial!"

"Thirty? Well, if it can be accumulated, then it's not bad."

"No, it can't be accumulated! This standard must be achieved in one battle. If it is not achieved, you will have to start from scratch."

"Huh? But there are no demons on Draenor!"

"Don't worry, the orcs have surrendered to the Burning Legion. So, soon there will be so many demons here that you might encounter two hellhounds lying in ambush in the pit just to use the restroom."

"Excuse me, but your analogy is disgusting."

"Well, that's how we ancient Eredar speak. So, new recruit Yrel, are you ready to accept the Trial of the Hand of Argus? And have you considered the content of your Light-bound Code and Lightforged Oath?"

"I've made up my mind, but will the Holy Light really respond to me? I'm just a rookie who hasn't undergone rigorous training. I don't think I can be so loved by the Holy Light."

"Don't worry, just tell me directly. He should give me this face."

"Um?!"

(End of this chapter)