Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 49 4. The day will come when the Vigilant Saint will also obtain the "Village Sword" [Updated 7/50]

(Additional update for the "Frostfang Claw" brothers [7/10])
Under Dick's supervision, Irel completed the solidification of the Holy Light's morality, and the entire process was seen by the other garrisons.

They take it for granted that this is something sacred!
After all, the first thing their ancient saint did after waking up was to protect his people and kill the aliens. He also did not forget to teach the young warriors the truth of race and warned them that there was a threat of chaos in this world.
Hiss, why does this sound a little weird?

But if you think about it carefully, there doesn't seem to be any problem.

Never mind, I don't want to think about it anymore. Anyway, the saint has awakened, and good days are coming for the Draenei! The saint is back, and the end of the demons is coming!

"May the Light protect you, child."

Dick ended with a classic chant from the priests.

When he removed his fingers from Yrel's forehead, warm golden holy light appeared on the child's body, surging and gathering, and finally condensed into a small and exquisite "Seal of the Light Walker" on her forehead, representing the love of the Holy Light for her.

This didn't surprise Dick at all.

This fierce girl in front of me has a very important background.

In another timeline of the Dark Portal official history, she replaced Velen as the religious leader of the Draenei. Although she later went astray due to her excessive fanaticism, she led the Draenei in the direction of the "Light-mad people", shouting "Holy Light purifies everything" and then captured other races in Draenor and forcibly Lightforged them.

But that’s not a big deal!

From a mortal's perspective, Yrel's affinity with the Holy Light is absolutely perfect. This child's talent in both mastering the Holy Light and fighting is much stronger than Diak'um's from 20,000 years ago. As long as she can survive the "Fallen Arena Disaster", she will definitely achieve great things.

Of course, when it comes to affinity with the Holy Light, 99.9% of the Draenei cannot be compared with Dick, who is now gradually becoming a "Descendant of the Holy Light".

Part of his body is now made up of the remains of the Naaru, a pure creature born from the Holy Light. If he is not so concerned about accuracy, Dick can even call himself "the spokesperson of the Holy Light in the world."

This is not an exaggeration at all.

"The Light embraces me."

Irel, who was half-kneeling there, opened her eyes and felt the brilliant energy filling her body.

The feeling of being embraced and blessed by warm hands made the young woman feel as if she was in a dream, but she was already full of confidence. Perhaps it was the encouragement from the Holy Light that made her stand up, grab the heavy jeweled sword and hold it in front of her.

She said to Dick with some anxiety:

"Great Vigilant! Can we set off to rescue the village of Ambori?"

"Of course, we are going to do just that, fulfilling our moral duty through this act of protection."

Dick waved his hand, and the garrison officers who were ready immediately rode their combat rams. The elite ranger also retrieved the ram of his fallen comrade and gave it to the new recruit Iriel to ride.

The captain of the garrison pulled the reins helplessly and said to Dick:

"My lord, your holy body is too large. Ordinary Talbuk sheep can no longer support you. How about we find those escaped Elekks for you?"

"No, it is not necessary, warriors! The Holy Light grants its devoted warriors the power to freely roam the earth, sky, and sea!"

Dick smiled and reached out to touch the forehead of the battle ram wearing jewel armor. Soon, a prompt flashed before his eyes: "The form of the sacred war steed, the majestic battle ram, has been recorded!"

As the garrison officers looked on in amazement, their saint called upon the Holy Light.

Amidst the convergence of light, a larger and more robust battle tabur, composed entirely of golden holy light, stepped before the saint. The radiant holy spirit clad in light-forged armor, its eyes radiating milky white flames beneath the heavy armor. Its coiled horns resembled a warhammer fashioned from holy light, a sight of unparalleled majesty and authority.

The Tabu sheep under the warriors' crotches began to stir, as if they were afraid of this "Holy Spirit in Light".

Dick didn't care. He jumped on the horse and grabbed the light-molded reins. He picked up the broken battle staff and used it as a javelin. Then he made a command gesture of the Hand of Argus and rushed out first.

Yrel followed, then the Vindicator and the Ranger.

"Ah! We made a mistake!"

As they rushed out of the woods, the captain of the Holy Coffin Guard slapped her forehead hard and said:

"We didn't even prepare a set of armor for the Saint! He's still wearing the same tattered armor he wore when he fell into a coma over 20,000 years ago, and he even needs to use his 'shroud' as a battle robe.

This is so disgraceful!

A saint should not appear before the people in this manner."

"Don't be so dogmatic."

The elite ranger shook his head and said:
"A saint isn't someone who sticks to formalities; he's a warrior! Furthermore, the tattered armor can't conceal the majesty of this ancient saint. He saved us upon awakening, and he wouldn't care about his appearance.

We shouldn't use our own ideas to speculate on the saint's thoughts. Perhaps he is simply filled with a deep desire to protect the people who are under threat. This noble desire to protect the people is his most sacred garment.

The other garrison officers nodded in agreement. They believed that this was the mentality a saint should have.

So, what were these selfless saints thinking at this moment?

"Children from this 20,000-plus year period don't look very smart."

Dick grumbled in his heart as he rode his sacred warhorse towards Ambori Village:
"Although your armor doesn't fit my body, at least bring me a cloak to cover myself. I look so tattered! It's really inappropriate!"

If Madeleine saw this, he would definitely scold me for "disgracing the military image".

Ah, Madeleine, my brother."

Dick sighed.

While riding the galloping warhorse, he raised his left hand and glanced at his pinky ring.

The Heart of Argus has been worn on his finger for more than 20,000 years. It is as heavy and restrained as the day he left Argus, like a materialized contract binding him.

However, after leaving its hometown, this artifact has lost all its magic.

It was like a less refined decoration. Although the "Blessing of the Ancient Elements" on it was still in effect, Dick was not a shaman, so he didn't need this enhancement.

For him and the Draenei who traveled across the starry sea wearing the Heart of Argus, this artifact may really only have commemorative value in this era.

As he said back then, when the Draenei are confused, a Heart of Argus can always bring them back on the right track in life. As long as the ambition to purify their homeland is still remembered, this civilization will not go astray.

However, his holy coffin was actually desecrated by the Shadow Council and traitors within the Draenei.
Dick narrowed his eyes.

He knew that what he was most worried about might have already happened. The overall strength of the Draenei clan today might be much stronger than the "true exiles" who fell into the world of Draenor in the official history, but in the society of the clan, there had obviously appeared "radicals" or "liberals" who were contrary to the mainstream tradition.

very good!

He had just woken up and faced the vicissitudes of the world over the past 20,000 years. He was worried that he could not find a suitable guy to take his killing stick!
Aren’t these blind bastards just coming to your door?
After contacting little Naili, I will catch those hidden traitors one by one, strangle them to death and burn them in front of everyone, so that the tribe can see what the fate of "traitors" who forget the past is.
"wrong!"

Dick suddenly shuddered.

He realized that his previous thoughts were too extreme.

This wasn't the cruel mindset a Holy Light Walker should have, nor was it his usual way of thinking! In fact, his actions and thoughts in the few minutes since waking up seemed somewhat extreme.

I was influenced by some force
Could it be that the blind obedience and fanatical belief in the Holy Light are affecting me?
"Saint! Look ahead! Amboli Village is on fire! But why is the flame that color?"

Yrel's panicked cry made Dick look up.

Across the hills not far away, he saw the Draenei town built near the hub of the plains road.

The gem-studded dome structure is the most distinctive architectural structure of this race, but there is chaos visible to the naked eye, and Yrel was right, there is a strange purple flame burning on the highest building in the village.

It was hard to even call it a flame; it was more like some kind of corrosive and seductive energy dancing in the form of a flame.

That was definitely not the devil's green evil energy.

"It's the void!"

Dick narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"The orcs used the power of the void to destroy our village. It must have been the warlocks of the Shadowmoon Clan who did it.

Don't panic, kids!

Be resolute and call upon the Holy Light to protect your soul. This level of void power is not enough to seduce the mind of a Force Walker! But you must not let your guard down. When your mind wavers, the void will take advantage of it and plant seeds of doubt in you.

Come all together!

I'll give you a few more statuses."

He slowed down the sacred warhorse and asked the garrison officers to gather around.

Then he used group magic in a way that consumed more holy power, and waved his hand to inflict group soul fire on everyone. This priest's defensive skill could not only transform magic power into an invisible shield to strengthen the armor of the recipient, but also protect the mind to a certain extent. It was the best way to deal with soul curses.

As Dick inherited the elegant and solemn spell-casting hand seals and chanting tones from the high-ranking priests of the Lula Temple, the holy light that had not yet subsided burst out again, inflicting the strengthening of Group Spiritual Prayer and Group Mantra of Resilience on the warriors, making their spirits instantly full as flames and their physical strength strengthened to be as strong as bulls.

But since the BUFF has been added, Dick, the high-level priest, is not stingy. Anyway, his "blue bar" is very long, just like the gorgeous performance of priest skills, and various blessings of the paladin sequence.

The Blessing of Wisdom increases the intelligence attribute, the Blessing of Strength increases the strength attribute, the Blessing of Shelter transforms the holy light into a counterattack shield, and the Blessing of Kings increases all attributes.

Ordinary Paladins can only cast one blessing on their companions and themselves at a time. After all, this thing requires them to be in tune with their own Holy Light, but how to say it?

Saints have their own privileges!

With a wave of his hand, he bestowed blessings from the entire group on his children, allowing them to be more powerful and stronger in the upcoming battles.

In just a few seconds, all warriors were inflicted with at least nine enhanced states.

The most outrageous thing is that even their combat Talbuk sheep have benefited from the saint's enhancement. Since they are here now, they might as well brush them up a bit and improve their skill proficiency. Even though these skills have been upgraded to "Supreme" or above during Diakum's 20,000 years of hard training, if it weren't for the life rank restriction, those combat skills would definitely be brushed to "Perfect" level by Diakum, this "brush".

After the various powerful states of endurance, spirit, mental protection and armor enhancement imposed by the saint himself, not to mention the elite garrison officers, even the new recruit Irel could actually feel his own improvement.

With the blessing of this bunch of high-level blessing skills, Irel felt full of strength all over his body, and he could even challenge an angry thunder elephant alone.

Well, this is not an illusion!
A major feature of the priest profession is that it can temporarily strengthen their teammates through magic. Healing is only one of their responsibilities, but it is far from all that a priest can do.

"Help! The orcs are going crazy!"

Just as the group approached the entrance of Ambori Village, near the burning thunder elephant pen, several Draenei herdsmen hid in fear behind the grass, clutching their pitchforks. They shouted and screamed, but did not dare to enter the chaotic village to rescue their compatriots.

It’s not the herdsmen’s fault for being timid, it’s mainly because there are too many orcs breaking into the village at this time.

Those chaotic and brutal guys were roaring and setting fires everywhere, and the cold warlocks were summoning shadow walkers and throwing void fire at innocent people and buildings. In the chaos, many Draenei were knocked down and dragged away with slave ropes.

But some rebels were ruthlessly killed, and their bodies became miserable embellishments in the shadows of the burning buildings.

This scene made Yrel grit her teeth. She wanted to rush in and kill all those orcs. At this moment, all her good impressions of the orcs' simplicity and honesty turned into hatred, but the Holy Light did not condemn her thoughts.

"Follow me! We will eradicate all evil and leave no one behind!"

Dick roared and gave orders, and he rushed into the town at the head of the horse. He swung his warhammer with one hand and used the impact of the sacred warhorse to swing the hammer in a circle, knocking a dirty orc thug who was chasing a crying Draenei girl into the air.

But there was no need to mourn for that fellow; he suffered no pain. The crimson-eyed thug was dead the moment he took off, then landed peacefully in four different locations.

The unique light and shadow effects of the Holy War Steed quickly attracted the attention of the orc mobs in the village. They were not afraid at first, but the guys who were already angry howled and picked up their weapons to try to surround and kill the big Draenei.

Their hearts were filled with a wildness fueled by violence, and they had no fear because they were numerous.

But after two of them were knocked to death or trampled to death by war horses in the first encounter, and Dick, who ignited them with a halo burst and turned them into "Captain Flame Head", killed a group of them with a single blow of his sword, the orcs realized that something seemed to be wrong.

"A legend!"

The Shadow Moon Warlock, who was releasing the Void Fire to devour souls, screamed in terror from high above:

"The Draenei have sent a legendary vindicator to attack us! Quick! Retreat!"

Before the guy could finish his warning, the "broken spear" thrown by Dick turned into a golden meteor and pierced his body, carrying her out of the building and finally nailing her to the wall.

Beneath the torturer's body, which was set on fire by the holy flame, was a curled-up herdsman. She witnessed the scene with her own eyes. She saw that under the attack of their powerful compatriots, these savage orcs were no different from slaughtered pigs.

Her fear was dispelled by the dancing lights at this moment. She stood up tremblingly and watched the Vigilant Saint, who was like a giant forged from holy light, swinging his hammer to slaughter the orcs who were fleeing in fear. She saw the garrison officers fighting back in the village like wolves and tigers. Some villagers were already grabbing their simple weapons to reorganize their defenses. The injured village priest, Ms. Minara, was shouting something.

There's nothing to be afraid of orcs.
The herdswoman told herself so.

She stretched out her hand and with great difficulty pulled out the half-broken spear of the nailed orc. The thug warlock had been burned into a black skeleton by the white holy flame, but the high-temperature holy flame was still burning on the sharp weapon.

The bright flame did not burn her fingers, but instead brought her healing warmth.

There seemed to be some ferocious voice roaring in this thing, but she didn't care anymore.

She staggered towards her hut, clutching the weapon. When she saw her child being enslaved by an orc with colorful patterns painted on his face, the power of a mother made her roar like a ferocious Talbuk and pounce on him.

With just one strike, the saint's spear pierced the ferocious orc's back and ignited him into a dazzling torch.

It’s like a saint himself!
"Don't be afraid, the Sentinels are here to rescue us."

She held her crying child in her arms, spat at the corpses at her feet, and stumbled toward the crude defenses that the villagers, led by Yrel, had assembled.

Dick didn't need civilians involved in the battle; that wasn't what civilians were supposed to do.

He just needed them to protect themselves and he would take care of the fighting.

At this moment, the village of Ambori looked like a "performance show" after the saint's resurrection. The legendary Sentinel controlled the majestic Holy Spirit and swung his weapon. Every blow he made would cause a violent explosion of holy light on the enemy, and every wave of his hand would bring a majestic aura of healing.

The divine energy flickered so frequently that wherever Dick went, visible ripples of light formed, like a halo surrounding a saint.

The Holy Flame bestowed upon him by the Radiant Sun was so intense that even the toughest of Orc thugs would have their skin and flesh set ablaze by a single blow from the burning hammer.

The orcs had no way to extinguish the blazing alien holy light and could only scream as they were burned to ashes. Even the Shadowmoon Warlocks who controlled the power of the void could not resist the sacred fire.
Or perhaps it was precisely because they harnessed the gloomy power that Dick's white holy flame burned more intensely and fiercely on them.

As the saying goes, a man is like his dog. Although the metaphor is not quite appropriate, this ball of milky white holy flame does follow Dick's character. There is no such thing as "showing mercy" when dealing with the enemy.

At the end of the battle, the garrison officers who followed the saint couldn't even get close to the battlefield.

The light and heat burning around the Sentinel was too exaggerated. The energy flames surrounding it like the bright sun burned everything around it without distinguishing between friend and foe. The garrison officers even felt that their armor was melting.

They could only escort the civilians out of the villages and towns to prevent them from being burned by the power of the saint.

"Hurry up and let the Vigilant withdraw his magical powers!"

The captain of the garrison stamped his feet and said anxiously:

"If this continues, the entire village will be set on fire by the Holy Flame! There are still compatriots hiding in the houses."

"There's no way to get close!"

The elite ranger was also sweating coldly. She said:

"The saint may have slept too long, and his holy power has gone a bit out of control! This is too much. Are all these ancient Eredar monsters?! Archbishop Nari and those thousand-year-old veterans of the Hand of Argus are also like this when they go crazy on the battlefield. No one can restrain them."

"Yrel! Child, don't go there! You will be melted by the scorching sun."

The old garrison commander Tenum in the village shouted in shock and anger. The captain of the garrison turned around and saw the new recruit Iriel rushing into the scorching sun ignited by the saint himself.

She seemed to have plunged into a ball of light and shadow and disappeared in an instant.

Then, as everyone watched with worry, the scorching light suddenly changed in the next moment. The overbearing power that burned everything like the scorching sun transformed into the gentle morning light in an instant, sweeping across the entire Anboli Village in a spreading healing posture.

The civilians, illuminated by the morning light, cried out in surprise.

Their injuries recovered visibly under the healing light of the morning, and even their spirits and wills seemed to be touched by a holy hand, their fatigue dispelled.

When the miraculous morning light faded, everyone saw the majestic sentinel standing in the center of the village with weapons in hand. The hammer in his hand had been completely melted by his own holy flame, and all around him were the burnt corpses of thugs.

Those frightened guys even knelt down and begged for mercy, but the saint showed them no mercy. Being burned to charcoal by the angry flames of the Herald of the Sun was the only ending they deserved.

Yrel half-knelt at the saint's feet, as if in prayer.

But in fact, she had just had a narrow escape from death. Dick, who had almost lost his legendary power, almost incinerated this promising child like the orcs.

"Sorry, kid."

He lowered his head, stroked and healed Yrel's burned forehead, and sighed:
"I failed to control my power. The rage of witnessing my compatriots being hurt nearly overwhelmed me. The frenzy of battle brought me back to the tragic final battle of Argus, and the regrets of the past haunted me."

"This is your holiness, great vigilant."

Irel endured the pain and said:

"I have vowed to be like you, to protect our people with the same flame that burns down enemy chieftains."

“Don’t be me, be better than me.”

Dick encouraged her with a bowl of delicious chicken soup for the soul, then looked regretfully at the gem hammer in his hand that was melted by his own power. His state of holy power overload was a bit too fatal.

The huge amount of accumulated holy power must be released as soon as possible, otherwise such power will get out of control and will sooner or later hurt his own warriors.

He threw down his warhammer, took off the completely melted tattered armor on his body and threw it away. Wearing only a pair of durable shorts made with ingenuity by the Eredar and the sturdy enough Augure treasure chest backpack, he strode towards the rescued civilians.

At this time, the people of Ambori Village had already learned from the garrison commander that the saint of vigilance whom they had worshipped for more than two hundred years had been resurrected. It was the saint they believed in who saved them from the disaster in Ambori Village. Therefore, when Dick approached, no one knew who took the lead, but the civilians all knelt down.

This made Dick very helpless.

I thought that the Draenei people 20,000 years later are really polite. They bow down to you when they meet. Why don’t I kneel down and kowtow to you too?
"Saint, this is your weapon. Thank you for saving me and my child."

The female herdsman trembled as she held the broken spear in her hands and handed it to Dick. He nodded and put away the battle staff. He glanced at the little girl who was kneeling beside her mother, with tears on her face, but secretly looking at him.

Dick gave her a gentle smile and then walked towards the garrison officers.

"Mother, the saint is smiling at me!"

The naive child cheered, causing her mother to hug her tightly at this moment.

She almost lost her child.

Ah, thank you, Vigilante! Thank you, Holy Light!

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"Sentinel, some people in the village were captured. Our brother Tenum said that those villagers were taken into the Shadowmoon Clan's fortress."

The garrison captain reported to Dick:
"If we set out now, we might be able to catch up with the slave catchers."

"And force them to kill our compatriots first under threat of death? No! They must have captured our people to make some messy sacrifices. The villagers are safe for the time being."

Dick shook his head and said:
"Rest in the village for one night. You need rest after continuous fighting. Tomorrow morning, follow me to Shadowmoon Fortress to rescue the people! Send out scouts to follow those slave catchers and investigate the current situation of the orcs.

If the captured person is in danger tonight, we will set out immediately."

After saying that, Dick looked at the injured village priest Minara and the old garrison commander Tenum.

The former is the religious leader and village chief of Amberi Village, and the latter is responsible for the daily maintenance of law and order in the village. They are both Draenei born outside of Argus. Under the gaze of the saint, both of them are a little nervous but still try their best to stand up straight to express their respect for the saint.

"Can we contact the Ranger Enclave from here?"

Dick asked.

Priestess Minara nodded immediately and said:
"The communication device is damaged, but I can repair it. We will be able to contact Elodor Town by tomorrow morning at the latest."

"Very good, then as soon as possible."

Dick nodded and said to the old garrison commander Tenum:

"Is there a blacksmith in the village? I need to repair my weapon."

"Are you talking about the legendary 'Kazzak's Grudge'?"

The old garrison officer was embarrassed for a moment, then sighed and said:

"There are blacksmiths, Saint, but I don't think their skills are enough to repair such a sacred object for you. We don't have high-quality materials. This is just a small village."

"There's no need to repair it, just replace it with an iron rod."

Dick waved his hand nonchalantly and said:
"I just need it to be able to fight. Other weapons, alas, can't withstand my full strength. Also, I need a set of armor that fits my body. Is one night enough?"

"It's not enough, but if it's your request, then the entire Anboli Village will stay up all night to prepare everything you need."

This old garrison officer is obviously a sly guy.

He felt the saint's kindness and said with a smile:
"Please do not feel pressured by our enthusiasm, Saint. It is an honor for the village of Ambori to serve you! In fact, we have served your holy coffin for over two hundred years. We are already your children."

"Then I am truly blessed with many children."

Dick laughed out loud.

This laughter dispelled his majesty as a vigilant saint, but made him more like a living being.

A moment later, a Draenei businesswoman came over cautiously. She bent down and saluted Dick, saying:
"I have just heard your concerns, Saint. You don't have to risk damaging the holy relics in battle. If it's just a high-quality weapon, I can provide it to you as a thank you for saving my hometown and my life.

I can guarantee that this is the best weapon you will find in Ambor Village."

"Oh? The legendary 'Mura Hao Sword'?"

Dick blinked and said:
"Then bring it up and let me taste it, child."

(End of this chapter)