Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 480, Section 19. Although they were thousands of miles away, the vigilant still craved a damn sense of involvement. - [55]

(Bonus chapter for "ASSASSINZZC" [5/5])
"Lili! Try to stop those trolls and prevent them from breaking into the residential area! The elves over there are still retreating."

Old Chen wielded his Staff of Dawn, fending off the oncoming Amani troll headhunters on a street littered with ruins.

Behind him followed the warrior monks of the Five Morning Temple. These chubby pandas formed a defensive line, holding back the advance of the savage trolls on the ground amidst the chaotic battlefield before them.

To be honest, these Amani trolls who followed their chieftain to seek revenge are actually the most insignificant villains in Silvermoon City today.

If you don't believe me, look at the Void Dragons flying around overhead, spewing twilight, and the black dragons that follow the Twilight Dragons and set fires everywhere. Then look at the Faceless Ones and K'Sir roaming the land destroyed by the twilight's breath, and occasionally, dangerous Void Warlords are lurking in some places.

Those guys are enhanced versions of the Faceless Ones, wearing eerie armor and possessing various physical enhancements. They have an aura of despair that tears at the soul, and any creature that wants to attack them must first pass a mental check.

Only those who pass this stage are qualified to fight the Void Warlord; those who fail...
Heh, then join the Old God Legion right here and embark on the irreversible path of worshipping the void.

As the troll headhunters charged forward and approached the elves fleeing towards the inner city, the pandaren immediately rushed to engage them in battle.

"Hey, barbarians, get out of here!"

Ji Huozhang, who had just punched down a troll, looked annoyed. He moved his agile body, leaping and bounding, scaling walls and rooftops to find his next target.

The intense aggression wasn't due to some kind of void curse; the rage stemmed from some more "realistic" factors.

The Fire and Gold Sect's martial monk instructor, dressed in his most dashing attire, had originally planned to broaden his horizons and perhaps even "attend the banquet," but the trolls interrupted the wedding, preventing the pandaren from enjoying the prince's wedding feast.

Oh, damn it!

The Pandaria delegation presented precious gifts and even paid their "gift money," yet they couldn't even attend the banquet. This was a serious problem for the Pandaren, who have their own tradition of hosting banquets.

This is utterly heartbreaking!

This is Ji Huozhang's first time eating "Royal Feast Noodles".

"Ji! Don't get so far forward, come back!"

Elsa Yunge, who was following Master Chen to defend against the trolls, saw Ji Huozhang chasing a troll overseer out of the street battlefield. She immediately became anxious, shouted, and followed after him.

Master Chen clearly told them not to cross the combat zone, as ahead lay a ruin shrouded in twilight, where dangerous void creatures lurked.

Even though monks place the greatest emphasis on spiritual practice, it is difficult for them to persist in the Void for long.

The mental interference from the Demon of Fiend was not the same as the "forced corruption" of the other ancient gods, which was as powerful as a flying brick. However, it was only when Elsa Cloud Song rushed over that she realized why Ji Fire Palm had chased after her.

That damned troll overseer has captured several elven children. Considering the Amani trolls' long-standing barbaric custom of using elven blood sacrifices, his purpose in capturing these children is self-evident.

"Damn villain!"

Elsa Cloud Song was also furious.

She and her companions attacked from both sides, and quickly knocked the troll overlord to the ground with "Skullbreaker". She carried the two elven children back to the street battlefield, but their delay led to a very dangerous situation.

Old Chen, who had just swept down several dragon descendants with his true energy wave, turned around and was immediately shocked.

In the shadows swaying behind Elsa Cloud Song and Ji Fire Palm, a Faceless Overlord with crab claws and mantis scythe arms silently stepped out. The two young monks were unaware of the abomination's phase shift, and by the time they noticed the chilling aura covering them, it was too late to dodge.

Ji Huozhang tossed the child in his arms into the air, then struck Elsa Yunge with his palm, pushing her away. He activated his steel-like defenses, attempting to withstand the blow head-on.

But he was just a legendary monk who had just broken through in Pandaria, and obviously couldn't withstand the Void Tear.

A chilling killing intent had already surfaced in the Faceless Overlord's malevolent and cold eyes. This ridiculous Pandaren was about to return to the Sea of ​​No Light. Then, in the next second, it and Ji Fire Palm, who was bound by shadows in front of it, were directly enveloped by a whistling "Holy Light Energy Bomb".

The entire block exploded.

Several meters long cracks burst forth from the ancient stone slabs, and the spot where "Dawn's Fist" struck became a huge crater. The extremely hot essence power shattered half of the faceless warlord's stitched-together body.

Ji Huozhang was also affected and lay groaning in the scorching pit, but at least he didn't die; he just needed to recover from his injuries for a while.

Hopefully, this serious injury will help Ji Huozhang improve his impulsive personality.

Having a chivalrous heart is a good thing, but you should also pay attention to the way you do it.

Exhausted, Old Chen leaped out, using the Staff of Dawn to catch the screaming, falling elf child in mid-air like a juggler, and then handed him to the other martial monks who had rushed over behind him.

The Dawn Fist he had just unleashed had depleted his inner energy, making him realize that this was no place to linger.

The Faceless Ones and K'sil from the Void ahead, along with those disgusting and filthy flesh beasts, are attacking this area. Although monks have ways to counter evil spirits, the scale of this attack still requires paladins or priests to come.

"How was it? My trick worked, didn't it?"

Just as Old Chen ordered the monks to retreat, a familiar voice suddenly rang in his ear beneath his bamboo hat, causing Old Chen to raise an eyebrow and immediately ask:
"Where have you gone, Vigilant? I heard from the mages that you and their Sunwell were banished to the world?"

"Yes, it's a very far place, so far that mortals can't even measure it. The good news is that my 'Deathrattle' took Deathwing with me. The bad news is that I might not be able to get back for a while."

Diakum said briefly:
"But as you know, I'm a Warrior of Light who likes to meddle, and even though I'm far away on the other side of the starry sky, I still hope to have a sense of 'participation'. So, are you ready?"

This question caused Old Chen's expression to change drastically.

But in reality, the vigilant was just going through the motions. Before Old Chen could even express his opinion, the feeling of being "initiated and transferred power" that he had experienced in the Royal City of Lordaeron reappeared.

But now Diakum's strength is far greater than before. This time, the empowerment made Old Chen "ascend to heaven" on the spot. The Pandaren floated in the air, and a stream of light like a sun crown surged in the meridians of the exhausted monk master's body. The Vigilant is now a monk grandmaster and is very skilled in the circulation of true energy.

This wave gave Lao Chen an "extreme boost".

When he landed, his feet left scorching "claw prints of light" on the ground.

"I will no longer manipulate your body."

Diakum reminded him:
"Don't let the void energy accumulate in Silvermoon City. This time, it's not just the Void Herald Xal'atath who's involved; N'Zoth the Thousand-Bearded Demon is also making moves. The void creatures before you come from Ny'alotha, the Sleeping City."

They are creating void throughout the city to drag Silvermoon City into Ny'alotha's dream, where everyone in the city will be doomed.

Now, you are my 'purifying hand'!
No need to hold back, quickly clear away this empty space in front of you and purify it with your 'Solar Energy'!
Of course, you can also do the opposite.

"Ok?"

Old Chen, who had already brandished the Staff of Dawn and unleashed a holy flame dragon into the corrupted land, snorted and said:
What does "reverse operation" mean?

"It means exactly what it says. My 'Sun Soul Sect' does not have a mountain gate. As long as you learn the Sun Fist, you are a successor of the sect. But Lili, who has extremely high comprehension, should have told you that there are two martial monk mysteries hidden in the Lightforgers' teachings."

That's my 'life's work' in the way of the monk.

Diakum reminded him:
"Besides the Sun Fist that harnesses sunlight, there is also the Moon Fist that comprehends the void and draws upon the power of the Seven Fiends. Although it sounds like a demonic technique, why should those who eliminate demons and protect the righteous care about the origin of their blades?"

You are a grandmaster of martial arts monks, Chen.

"You can study this forbidden technique anytime you want. Anyway, I guess you've already learned 'Touch of Reincarnation' and 'Four Symbols Incarnation' from Zhu Talan, so one more forbidden profound technique won't make a difference."

"no."

Old Chen decisively refused:
"I know my mind isn't exceptional enough. I'll wait until I've grasped the state of mind of 'harmony between man and nature' before I try to comprehend the power that even you find 'dangerous'."

"Whatever you want. Ahead, in the secret room on the lower left, there's a 'Void Vanguard' from Ny'alotha!"

Diakum reminded him:
"Get rid of it! It's the node connecting the Sleeping City and the material world. Say 'hello' to N'Zoth for me with scorching sunlight."

"Roger that!"

Meanwhile, near the Mage's Temple in Silvermoon City.

In the intertwined void, various monstrous creatures roamed about, but these creatures did not seem to be attacking innocent people. Instead, they seemed to be fleeing, as if something dangerous was "chasing" them.

In that cold, shadowy place, a figure as agile as a cat and as ferocious as a bear moved about strangely. With sharp claws flying, these monstrous creatures that had escaped from the mage tower were all cut to death by the black wind.

Wherever the true energy reached, the cold entropy flow sealed the corpses of those void creatures with black ice.

Sect Leader Zhu Talan appeared in the shadows, looked around warily, and only after confirming that there were no remaining void creatures did he whistle in the manner of a master, signaling the people behind him that they could follow.

Lady Lanathene, Prince Kael'thas's fiancée, emerged from the mage tower, carrying a sword and holding something in her arms.

She was very grateful for the help of the shadowy hero before her, which allowed her to retrieve the treasure of great significance to her husband in time in the perilous city. However, Lana Ser noticed the entropy energy surrounding the sect leader Zhu Talan, which didn't seem like the "demonic power" of a good person. After hesitating for a long time, she couldn't help but ask:

"Is your fist technique, which allows you to manipulate the void, also a tradition passed down in Pandaria?"

"Hmm, Taiyin Fist is another profound technique, not the Pandaman's fist method."

Old Zhu waved his hand and explained:
"I know what you're worried about, madam, but please don't fret. Having attained 'unity of heaven and man' under the blessing of Mother Earth, I am no longer easily disturbed by the whispers of the void. My study of Taiyin Fist is also for a better understanding of opponents in the void, not simply for the pursuit of destructive power. If this makes you uncomfortable..."

Master Zhu unleashed a remarkably elegant Cloud Hands Strikes, using a blade of true energy to decapitate and freeze the lurking Kheir sorcerer in the distance. In an instant, the sorcerer's cold true energy transformed into warm, blazing sunlight, channeling his fist technique into the flow of true energy in the Sun Fist.

This "yin-yang transformation" made Lana Ser's eyes widen. She said:

"Truly the essence of Pandaria's martial arts."

"I've already said this isn't a Pandaren fist technique. It's a gift and teaching from the Vigilant. 'Twin Light and Shadow' is a top-tier martial arts technique in the world. I still need to study it repeatedly to gain any benefit from it."

Sect Leader Zhu waved his hand modestly, then glanced at the familiar solar flame in the "Crown Princess's" arms, and said:

"Let's take this treasure and hurry over! I have a feeling that His Highness Kael'thas will need it today."

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"Hold fast here, without retreat! The light of the sun will continue to shine upon you, unleashing your courage and chanting your righteousness, Sir Uther. I long for a 'Sunbringer' to be born among mankind."

Diakham's inspiration resonated within the spirit of Sir Uther.

Yes.

The vigilant needs to have a sense of "participation," so it's impossible for them to simply choose an "avatar of faith" from the burning Silvermoon City.

He has plenty of accumulated faith power to squander, so choosing as many incarnations as possible is naturally a good thing.

Sir Uther, who received the "divine revelation" and was "temporarily consecrated," truly lived up to his reputation as the "Lightbringer" in the official history. At this moment, he stood alone outside the collapsed theater, holding a warhammer, protecting the elves who had taken refuge there as they evacuated to the safer inner city under the guidance of the dragonhawk riders.

Ser Uther fought silently to the death, as if there was an invisible line in front of him, and any enemy who crossed that line would be mercilessly struck down by him.

A fire was burning in his heart.

It's not just the sense of justice that erupts when witnessing evil harming the innocent, but also a kind of "guilt" that cannot be concealed and that one is unwilling to conceal.

It was the king he served who instigated war and disaster in this city, and King Terenas, in order to achieve his strategic goals, ruthlessly spread the flames of war across the land of Quel'Thalas.

Uther could not and did not want to understand this behavior.

In his heart, the great king who once led his people to defend Lordaeron may have already died, and what is still alive now is just a shell that has been led astray by darkness.

He is a paladin, with his own sense of morality and judgment of good and evil. His taciturn nature does not mean he lacks his own understanding of the world.

Now, loyalty to the king and one's own morality have become so severe that they are irreconcilable.

He has to choose between the two.

Sir Uther thought this would be difficult.

However, when he actually stood there with weapons in his hands, protecting these elven civilians as they retreated, he found that he didn't feel much emotional turmoil.

There was not even the shame of being a "traitor," only that sacred rage burning within!
He chose to remain true to his principles and fulfill his oath to the Holy Light, transforming himself into a warrior who would protect the light when darkness came. If his monarch had become the embodiment of darkness, then his loyalty would be transformed into his unwavering commitment to bring him dignity and peace.

He was not good at debating scriptures.

Fortunately, there's no need for debates about scriptures anymore.

"Well, your country is shrouded in darkness, and you yearn to ignite new light, like a persistent blacksmith who uses faith as his hammer and vows as his anvil, and with each strike, sparks of justice will ignite."

You will eventually forge that light, and dedicate your life to protecting its eternal flame.

Diakum exclaimed in admiration:
"You cannot be the forerunner of the sun, but you will become a 'Lightforged Ironguard,' Sir Uther. You will fill your body with courage and arm your soul with faith. You and your knights will become the Lightforged Shield."

It is because they have witnessed how darkness descends that they will forever guard the frontiers of their will.

Do you wish to become a 'Lightbringer'?

"No, sage."

As he breathed, he imbued his armor and weapons with blazing holy light, transforming them into "divine armor," and Uther shook his head, saying:

“That title is too dazzling for me. There are people among the faith walkers of Lordaeron who are more suitable to be ‘Lightbringers’ than I am. As you said, I am just a humble Lightbringer who can only use my power to forge hope for my country.”

Thank you for your inspiration; I have made a vow!

He roared forward, crossing the warning line he had drawn for himself.

As Uther stepped into the Void, his divine armor shone brightly, and holy runes surrounded him. As he swung his warhammer, cascading halos of light spread outwards and echoed, aiming to completely purify this defiled land.

Diakum sent him his best wishes.

But the will of the Vigilante still roams the city, bestowing holy power upon his chosen one, Liadrin, enabling her to stride into the palace shrouded in darkness to rescue those trapped.

At the same time, he bestowed his power upon the valiant paladin Finna Goldsword, enabling her to ride a dragonhawk and, draped in a crusader cloak forged from holy light, battle the black dragon in the air.

In more distant places, the temporary elect of the Vigilant are no longer limited to the Lightwalkers.

Ranger Lord Halduron Brightwing was promoted to "Ranger of Light," and the Vigilant granted him the power to gather holy light and transform it into holy arrows of annihilation; Archdruid Renza the Greathoof of the Cenarion Order was endowed with the constant "Wrath of the Sun," transforming him into a Sunwingbeast to punish the Void Nightmare with the wrath of the sun.

Even a Loapakku troll priest who followed Princess Talanji of All Spirits was chosen by the Sun and given the "Sunhawk" form of the Flame Druid as a "temporary chosen one of the Vigilant".

It was like a bizarre, completely unexpected "holy lottery."

Those whose hearts are filled with protective instincts, fighting spirit, and a desire for purification have a chance to receive the holy power of the Vigilant, allowing them to indulge in a "heroic fantasy."

At the same time, at least twenty or thirty temporary Chosen Ones appeared on the battlefield. If they could all be regarded as incarnations of Diakum, it would be equivalent to the Vigilant appearing in twenty or thirty places at the same time to fight against the Void Fiends.

Trolls and black dragons, don't even bother with them. The Vigilant are busy fighting the dark encroachment of Ny'alotha, the Sleeping City, and have no time to deal with these "low-level threats."

N'Zoth, hiding behind the scenes, keenly sensed this, and the Thousand-Bearded Demon cautiously stopped the dream's erosion of reality.

It feared it might truly anger the watchdog.

It feared that the madman might sacrifice his faith to send down a "Great Divine Incarnation," which would rush in through Ny'alotha's illusion and smash its own "Dark Empire Reflection."

This operation was merely a response to Xalatas's call, an opportunistic attempt to fish for fish. It wasn't a "Great Illusion" they initiated themselves, so there was absolutely no need to put in so much effort.

Captain Faria, High Warden Sowers, and Lightforged Archmage Imira were in a garden in the inner city of Silvermoon City.

The elven civilians sent from all over gathered here. Seeing several black dragons and twilight dragons charging towards them, the three genuine "Chosen Ones" communicated with each other, and Captain Faria, wielding her lightforged spear, shouted:

"The time is almost up! Activate the Guardian's Divine Protection spell, Imira, and you will preside over the release of 'Wall of the Heart'!"

"give it to me."

Archmage Imira raised her crystal-forged staff, its head wrapped in celestial gold, and activated the "power of the heart" along the path of light and shadow with the secrets taught by the Vigilant. With her as the source, the spirits of everyone in the entire Refuge Garden were temporarily connected together.

Be brave and determined!

Imira's voice resounded in the hearts of these elven commoners; she cried out:

"As long as you guard your minds firmly enough, these evil dragons cannot harm you. In the name of the Vigilant, I pray for the miracle of the Holy Light to descend upon you! Wall of the Heart, unfold!"

"buzz"

The invisible wall of the heart expanded rapidly outwards during Imira's release.

That seemingly non-existent willpower transformed into the most resilient wall, blocking the black dragon's Shadowflame Breath from reaching beyond the sky, and even the Twilight Dragon's Twilight Breath was blocked.

Individual courage and hope seem to be the most fragile and changeable things, yet when they come together, they become the most solid.

This scene caused the elven commoners to cheer loudly.

But this greatly displeased Diakum, who was observing from the sidelines. The will of the Vigilant had quietly connected to the mental network of this Wall of Hearts, causing it to continue expanding until it enveloped the entire inner city's refuge zone. Then he complained bitterly:

"Imira is so unprofessional! She should have shouted 'AT field, deploy!' but she's doing it like this instead."

Hmm, the first practical performance of 'Power of the Heart' is satisfactory!
"Next time, I'll find another opportunity to try out the 'Power of Evil,' it'll definitely be spectacular."

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