Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 53 8. Qin Duanyu? When did he come?! [Updated 11/50]

(Added for the "Stacked Armor" brother [1/5])
The number of Shadowmoon Orcs in the Fortress of Anguish is quite exaggerated. After all, this is their fortress. Therefore, after completing the rescue of civilians, Captain Nobundo prepared for evacuation.

They are few in number, and it is a clear victory for them to have fought the raid to the current situation. Now that Gul'dan is in power, the internal corruption of the Shadowmoon Clan, which is directly managed by the "Original Warlock", is shocking.

Support from all parts of the fortress has also rushed to the high ground, and even elite undead skeletons that have been strengthened and eroded by the power of the void have appeared. These guys are not opponents that can be easily dealt with by the illumination of holy light. However, Captain Nobundo, who was scolded just now, has learned his lesson.

He did not take the initiative to propose evacuation, but instead led his men to stay beside the saint and continue fighting.

He believed that the legendary Sentinel was not a reckless man who only knew how to rush and fight. After all, his best friend Maraad had told him many stories about Brigadier General Diakum. In those stories, the saints appeared as "wise and brave".

As it turned out, Nobundo's expectations for the saint were not in vain.

After Dick noticed that some of the garrison officers were injured, he decisively ordered a retreat.

"Nubundo, Tenum, take your respective warriors and escort the civilians to evacuate! Shantuk and Yrel will lead two teams to cover the rear. Escort the civilians to Ambor Village as quickly as possible to await the arrival of ranger reinforcements from Elodor."

Dick, leaning on the already hot heritage battle axe, ordered the soldiers to retreat, but he himself did not retreat.

Instead, he took a few steps forward, swung out a ferocious and brutal Judgment of Ashes followed by a cool Holy Storm to purify the void bones in front of him, and swung out the flying hammer in his hand, using the posture of a hammer of punishment to kill the necromancer who was controlling the bones from a distance.

With the blessing of the legendary talent [Holy Nova], every time Diakum's Hammer of Punishment strikes a long-range blow, a scorching halo will appear at the spot where it lands, like a small-scale "Holy Light Missile". The splash damage caused when it lands is enough to clear out a circle of weak enemies around it.

Legendary skills are really useful.

But seeing that the saint was still eagerly looking for an opponent worthy of a fight, the garrison officers knew that this sentinel had obviously not had enough fun yet, and their brave saint had no intention of evacuating with them.

"Where are you going?"

Nobundo frowned and asked:

"You are the commander! With all due respect, Your Excellency, your choice at this moment is somewhat outrageous."

"Because I'm the commander, I must shoulder the most difficult part of this battle, child."

Dick turned around and smiled. He waved his hand and said:
"I have confirmed that Ner'zhul, the chieftain of the Shadowmoon Clan, is in their holy land. If we want to create a possibility for late negotiations with Archon Velen, we must capture this shaman leader who holds a high status in orc society.

This is my task and the final part of the strategic plan.

Your mission to rescue civilians has been accomplished, and you fought bravely today, honoring the Holy Light and proving to me that you haven't lost the courage of your ancestors. This satisfies me! But the area I'm about to enter is fraught with dangers you can't endure, so obey orders! Nobundo.

Escort the civilians away immediately.

This mission is not as simple as you think. These Shadowmoon Orcs will not let you escape so easily. They will chase you until you fall into the trap woven by fatigue.

But my request to you is that there cannot be any more casualties!
The life of every Eredar is precious, and ensuring the safety of every life is the garrison officer's duty. I am now going to hand this important mission over to you!

Go for it. "

"I'll go with you!"

The rescued orc shaman, Rekkar Bloodfire, was holding a hunting axe. She could understand Draenei. When she heard that the Draenei saint was going to Shadowmoon Cemetery, she was the first to jump out and shouted:
"I'd also like to know what our incompetent old patriarch has been doing hiding in the holy land all these years. You need a guide too! The roads in the holy land are difficult and winding. If you get lost, you'll be constantly attacked by powerful undead."

"unnecessary!"

Dick looked up and down at the wounded shaman. He shook his head coldly and said:
"The Holy Light will bless me to complete this task. The responsibilities you will bear in the future are beyond your imagination. Young orc, go back and protect your people as I protected mine."

After saying this, under the gaze of the garrison officers, their saint summoned the shining Holy Spirit Warhorse, jumped on the horse, holding the battle axe, and rushed towards the holy land in the deepest part of the Shadowmoon Fortress, which was already boiling.

It was like a streaking beam of light, easily piercing through the defense line formed by the void bones, leaving behind a trail of burning ashes wherever it went.

"go!"

Nobundo gritted his teeth. Seeing that the orc warlocks around him were showing signs of encirclement, he immediately jumped on his mount and led the warriors back to defend. The eyes of the civilians outside the fortress were filled with fear, which made Nobundo realize that the next action would still be difficult.

They divided into two teams according to Dick's instructions. The front team escorted the civilians to evacuate to Ambori Village, while the rear team used the terrain at the entrance of Shadowmoon Fortress to block the pursuers.

But the Shadowmoon Orcs quickly dispatched the two-headed dragon riders from the fortress.

These ferocious aerial beasts, carrying violent warriors, quickly caught up with the retreating troops. They continuously shot dangerous energy arrows from the air, trying to break the minds of the Draenei in this way, but they were quickly dispersed by the old orc shaman Turogg in the team, who called on the power of the wind element to disperse the air.

The howling whirling wind protected the evacuees, preventing the two-headed dragon from getting close easily. However, these shamans had been abused for too long, and even if they took over the escort, they would find it difficult to hold on until they were out of danger.

However, the orcs have their own simple and firm minds to persist.

The weak girl Samara was able to save them at all costs, so the orcs would naturally be able to help the Draenei regardless of the consequences in this situation.

They also wanted to use this method to express a clear enough signal to the Draenei: not all orcs have chosen to fall! These traditional orcs who are unwilling to obey the bewitching are also victims of the war.

"Speed up! Our shaman won't last much longer."

The brave and resourceful female orc, Raekal Bloodfire, shouted to Nobundo:
"The shamans are weak, and the elementals are unwilling to grant us more power because of what the Shadowmoon Clan has done in the past years. Quick! Get into the woods before we can't hold on any longer."

"You can't go in!"

The old garrison commander, Tenum, was an experienced man. He shouted:
"The orcs' two-headed dragons can breathe fire. If they hide in the woods, we're doomed! Find a high spot and wait for the rangers to arrive. Let them use their ranged weapons to deal with these ferocious beasts."

"Uncles and aunts, look ahead! Something is falling from the sky."

A child in the crowd who was being carried by a garrison officer suddenly cried out in a baby voice. Nobundo and the others looked up and saw several special creatures approaching rapidly in the clouds.

The bodies of those guys are like drongo lizards, but they have enlarged butterfly wings on their backs. The color of their bodies and wings will change in different situations. Most importantly, each of these guys has a pair of real "Kissland big eyes".

It looks ugly and cute, but it is full of wisdom and gentleness.

They were wearing reins, with gemstone goggles covering their large eyes and light armor protecting their bodies. At first glance, they were clearly specially trained flying vehicles.

"Great! It's Elodor's Spirit Dragon Rider! Reinforcements are coming, we are saved."

The old garrison commander called out, causing the frightened crowd to burst into cheers.

The orc dragon riders above their heads also discovered the arrival of the Draenei support, but the other side only had four spirit dragon riders, while they had eight dragons. Relying on their numerical advantage, these wild Shadowmoon orcs waved their whips and shouted at the two dragons to go forward to meet the enemy.

As a result, before the two sides entered the air combat range, a flying jewel arrow wrapped in a swirling wind came from a distance of at least four hundred meters, and hit the left head of the first flying dragon with a strange howling sound.

The arrow pierced through the eyes and hit the brain, causing the guy to scream in pain and tumble down in the air.

Even the orc cavalry had to experience a parachuteless airborne landing amidst roars of fear and anger. They must have been very desperate at this moment, just as desperate as Lao Da who tried his best but failed to open the helicopter door with his elbow.

Um, Man, Watercan Ay C!

Orc, Ultra!
But this fatal arrow was just a greeting, and afterwards, storm arrows continued to be shot across the sky. After the third dragon was shot down, the orcs finally realized that a big hunter had come to the opposite side!
Arrows at this distance can have such destructive power, and what's more, the "aerial archery" is so insane that ordinary hunters can't even aim when flying at high speed. It's obvious that the second Draenei legend has appeared.

The orcs retreated decisively, cursing madly in their hearts.

Damn, I was having so much fun making sacrifices in the Fortress of Pain, but in the morning a big guy from Holy Light rushed in with his men and beat them up on the ground. Before the bleeding could stop, at noon a big Ranger came to blow up the fish pond and harvest.

Being served by two legends in turn, how blessed is the Shadowmoon Clan today?

Damn Gul'dan took his men away a long time ago and no one knows what he is doing. Ner'zhul, who has lost his ambition, hides in the Holy Land every day doing craft work, which is useless. We clearly have two legends on our side!
But why is the battle so one-sided? Damn!
Of course, the orcs' jumping and cursing represented the draenei's ecstasy at being rescued. After seeing the orc dragon riders fleeing in panic, the civilians on the ground knew that they were finally safe.

They began to thank the Holy Light and sat down to rest. It was not their fault that they were disorganized and undisciplined. It was mainly because the experiences last night and this morning were too exciting for civilians.

The garrisons were defending the periphery, waiting for the four spirit dragon knights to land. Nobundo stepped forward to greet them, but when he saw the figure jumping down from the first spirit dragon, his heart skipped a beat.

What the hell!

Archbishop Nellie came in person?
They just sent the message to Elodor before they set out. It has been less than three hours since then. Even if you set out immediately after receiving the message, it would be a miracle to cross one-third of Shadowmoon Valley to provide support in such a short time.

No wonder your spirit dragon is so tired that it's sticking out its tongue.

Hey! What kind of high speed did you use to get here? Speeding is dangerous, even in the air! What? Didn't the crash of the Genedar teach you "pilots" how to fly safely?

"Vestry officer, where is Dick?"

Archbishop Nellie was in a real hurry to go out.

She didn't even have time to change into the Archbishop's high-level armor. She rushed over wearing only a ranger's leather armor. She didn't even take care of her hair, and her eyes were red, showing that she had stayed up late last night.

However, seeing the Archbishop's expression of eagerness to see his "deceased husband", Nobundo knew that if he said anything more to waste time, he might get a big beating.

So he said briefly:
"In order to help Archon Velen achieve the possibility of peaceful negotiations, the Vigilantes entered the Shadowmoon Necropolis alone to hunt down Shadowmoon Chieftain Ner'zhul. We tried to persuade him, but we could not persuade a determined saint."

"Of course you can't persuade him. No one can persuade him to stop at this moment. Alas, he's still acting as recklessly as he did 20,000 years ago."

Nellie breathed a sigh of relief.

She waved her hand, signaling the lieutenants behind her to take over the escort work. Then she took three people's supply of arrows and bullets, mounted her spirit dragon again and took off, rushing towards the defense line of the Fortress of Pain.

"These legends are so reckless!" Nobundo thought helplessly:

"You should at least bring a few guards with you."

"What are you thinking about?"

The Archbishop's lieutenant, the huntress wearing ruby flight goggles, looked Nobundo up and down, wagging her tail and grumbling:

"As soon as I saw your expression, I knew what you were thinking. But ordinary people like us wouldn't dare rush over and act like a light bulb at this time. You have to know that she is an old woman who has been single for more than 20,000 years. She finally waited for the only man who dared to want her to be resurrected and awake. After meeting her, they must be full of passion.

Tsk tsk, in this situation, whoever disturbs the Archbishop's good deeds will be killed by the headshot of 'Redmaw Fang'."

"what?"

Nobundo turned back in surprise, looking at the talkative high-ranking Ranger Captain, and whispered:
"Isn't the 'Redmaw Fang' our hunting relic? Did the Archbishop bring that thing with him?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense?"

The high-ranking ranger, who always spoke like a crosstalk performer, crossed his arms and said with a nagging look of a veteran:
"I'm here to see my lover, so naturally I have to bring a 'token of love'. Hey, you young man, stay out of our ancient Eredar affairs. Quickly lead your men back to Amboli Village. I've been busy for days, and today I finally managed to sleep in, only to encounter this awful thing."

But it's not a bad thing that Brigadier General Diakum is back. At least Boss Nari's 20,000-year-old menopausal rage disorder can be cured. It would be best if she could retire from the world with her lover and give birth to a dozen children.

Oh my, isn't this the chance for me, Boss Yula, to take the top position?

More than 20,000 years ago, I was the adjutant of Boss Nari in Argus. Now that I have come to Draenor, I am still the adjutant. Then, haven't I endured these 20,000 years of hardship in vain?
Do you think that makes sense, kid?

"Well, I still think that it's better for a young Draenei like me to stay out of the complicated affairs between you ancient Eredar. After all, I can't afford to offend any of you."

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Dick didn't know that "Little Nellie" from that year was rushing over to help.

But to be honest, he didn't think he needed help.

After all, Shadowmoon Cemetery is a crappy five-player dungeon in a crappy version. He had visited this crappy place many times on his way to level up. As I said, coming here is like going home. He knows how to get there with his eyes closed.

The most important thing is that there is finally no one else around, which means that Dick no longer has to suppress the release of his overly violent holy power for fear of "accidental injury".

The heavy holy power that had been accumulated for more than 20,000 years needed to be released in large quantities. This could effectively regulate the heavy pressure on Dick's body. So when he rushed into the Shadowmoon Cemetery, the Holy Light of the Sun Pioneer was released in the form of the most violent noon scorching light.

He stood in the light that was so hot that it could melt metal. He didn't even need to swing his weapon. He just had to walk forward, and the bones that were strengthened by the infusion of the void would "naturally melt" in the light.

Although the Sun Herald is a true heroic profession and should be cooler than ordinary professions, Dick knows that his exaggerated AoE combat power at this time is definitely not normal. At least ordinary legends cannot maintain such an exaggerated level of energy release for a long time like him.

The Naaru was born in the holy light, and now he has the body of the Naaru, which is equivalent to a "small jigsaw puzzle".

Holy power exhausted?

nonexistent.

Dick sadly discovered that while his holy power was turning into burning light, his radiant energy was still recovering at a "recovery speed" that ordinary people could not imagine. This proved that this "low-intensity" battle could not help Dick quickly consume the accumulated holy power.

He must find an opportunity to release all the terrifying holy power accumulated in his body at once.

"So, my dear Doom Lord Kazzak, when will you come to Draenor again? That way, I can find an opportunity to 'legitimately rage' and, by the way, complete my third beheading of you to deepen our personal relationship."

Dick strode forward, tomahawk in hand. He sighed and said:
"Without a powerful, domineering, and generous opponent like you, my new life is clearly boring. After all, it's been over 20,000 years. Even if the Burning Legion's efficiency is low, they should have recruited a tough and capable Anihilan Pit Lord, right?
Alas, those fel-assed creatures are perfect punching bags.
Ok?
and many more!

What did my Aoe just burn to death?

When the Vigilant Saint's mind was wandering, a reminder from the battle record made him realize that he seemed to have "accidentally" burned a BOSS to death.

He stayed where he was, letting the holy light transform into a scorching sun to continuously burn the surrounding void forces. Under the leadership of Gul'dan, the Shadowmoon Clan continued to study the mysteries of the void and turned a holy burial ground into a void nest.

Judging from the gloomy atmosphere here, these warlocks must have raised a "big daddy" for themselves here.

But these problems are nothing in front of the Vigilant Saint
He has the strength and means to purify these completely insignificant Void remnants. What level are you in Draenor? You can't even get a spot as an Old God parasite. Starting a Void cult here is like driving drunk and running a checkpoint. It's a dead end.

Moreover, Dick felt that he should indeed accumulate some experience in fighting the Void. After all, the Dark Portal was about to open, and he might have to take a tour of the Azeroth stage soon.

In that ghost place with four ancient gods as "hidden bosses", my skills are not enough.

He flipped through the constantly updated battle records, and then saw a familiar name with a helpless look on his face.

"Sardana Bloodfury. It's you again!"

Dick complained:
"When I played the dungeon story back then, I knew you were an incurable, foolishly loyal person who would follow Ner'zhul to the bitter end. I never thought you would still not change even now.

But it's labeled "undead creatures". Well, considering the time, it makes sense. In the official history, the Seven Heroes of Draenor were indeed middle-aged during this period. It's understandable that a little rookie like you died from the erosion of time.

But even after death, they are still being eroded by the void and cannot find peace. Tsk, Gul'dan is really harmful to people!"

With such emotion, the Sentinel maintained his wide-range AoE that was as pervasive as the scorching sun and walked through the underground ritual hall. Then he found that the problem seemed a little serious. He saw those void evil spirits that were constantly wandering aimlessly in the shadow power.

Those pitch-black creatures, like elemental creatures but composed entirely of the purest void power, were each shrouded in cold, negative energy.

The material world is absolutely incapable of producing void creatures of this purity. Once they are released into the outside world, they will definitely form mobile void pollution, which is a very troublesome thing.

Although the void is not as destructive as the fel energy, this thing is like a dog-skin plaster. Once it sticks to you, it is difficult to completely remove it. Moreover, areas contaminated by the void are filled with whispers that disturb people's minds. Those with weaker willpower can easily be bewitched and become the void's lackeys.

Needless to say, these things must be the "weapons of war" prepared by Gul'dan in order to attack the Temple of Karabor. In the official history of the Dark Portal, that bastard who did all kinds of evil things did exactly this.

"It must be purified! There can't be any mistakes."

Dick frowned and stepped forward with his battle axe, slashing at the elementals one after another under the scorching sun. However, these elemental creatures felt terrible to the touch, and their soft bodies gave no sense of impact, which soon made the saint lose interest in close combat. He summoned his own Grudge of Kazzak and transformed into a priest form, waving his hand to throw out balls of scorching holy aura, and then brought down holy light punishment in the form of a sword of justice, burning every void evil spirit he encountered into dim fragments.

As they went deeper, they soon encountered the "big daddy" that the Shadowmoon Warlocks had raised for themselves. A huge void evil spirit was entrenched on the road leading to the deepest part of the holy land.

There is no need to say much about the size of that thing. All you need to know is that a deep blue void rune has formed outside the dark evil spirit body of this guy. The appearance of that ominous thing indicates that this guy is becoming an "entropy demon".

If it continues to absorb energy here, it will definitely eventually become a sea of darkness and a crack leading to the physical universe.

What's even more terrible is that this thing is devouring "souls". The souls of those restless orc ancestors surround it, and they are bound by its "Dark Song" and cannot be freed at all. They are stuck in the neck and scream as if they are suffocating.

It feeds on souls, and that alone confirms the evil nature of this thing.

"Those orcs who accuse the Draenei of blaspheming their ancestors should come and see who is torturing your ancestors!"

Dick spat to the side. He had no intention of going forward to deal with this evil thing himself.

First of all, physical attacks are really ineffective against this kind of void creature.

Secondly, Diakum, who had been leveling up alone during his 20,000-year slumber, was planning to show off his "training results" in the material world.

"A good 50 bucks should be used in the right situation, right, buddy?"

Dick snapped his fingers, and amidst the flickering sparks of holy light, his Spirit of Light emerged from the scorching light in the form of a Kings Guard, but this time it was no longer the Eredar form of 20,000 years ago.

On the contrary, it seems to have evolved in some way.

At least it looks cool enough from the outside.

Dick used holy light to weave a set of blessed holy armor for it, and used his own milky white holy flame to transform the King's Guard into a white battle robe to cover its body, and also created a white hood on its head to hide its face.

Its original shining wings were also changed. The Sentinel, who was really bored during the long period of spiritual training, created floating beams of light for it in a very artistic manner to replace the exaggerated wings.

There were five on each side, and the milky white holy beams were like ribbons, floating behind the Kings Guard as it floated in the air, giving it an indescribable sense of pure majesty and power and holiness.

That's right, it's a Spirit of Light modeled after the Archangel Qin Duanyu. Uh, no! Sir Tyrael.

This is definitely a very time-consuming process, and shaping the Holy Light is also a test of the Force Walker's understanding and manipulation of energy. Diakum personally uses his own Holy Light to change its form bit by bit, and he can achieve the level of detail that is now a 1:1 out-of-print figure. This basically declares that Dick's affinity with the Holy Light has reached "perfection" at least at the level of Legend.

However, it is not entirely true to say that he cultivated his affinity with the Holy Light through this process.
The main reason is that I have been trapped in that spiritual world for so long, I have to learn to find some fun for myself besides fighting, otherwise I will really go crazy.

"Well, Qin Duanyu, my fifty-dollar brother."

Dick raised the battle axe in his hand, and the King's Guard behind him also clenched his left hand in the air. A greatsword called "Glory of Holy Feathers" forged with milky white holy flames was drawn out in the light, and with a handsome swing, the sword edge was ignited with flames in the scorching light.

The moment Dick swung his battle axe, his Kings Guard flew out like a Pokémon going into battle, fighting the evil in front of him to the death!

It sounds very passionate, but it doesn’t matter if you haven’t played it.

With Dick's exaggerated affinity for holy light and holy power reserves now, the King's Guard can be resummoned fifteen minutes after being defeated. Otherwise, how can he be worthy of being called fifty good brothers?
Ha, the void!

Your evil spirits are destroying death every minute and every second, but my fifty good brothers are endless, so just go to Azeroth and make trouble. If you insist on sitting at the table in Draenor, you will only be worthy of sitting with Durotan's dog.

(End of this chapter)