Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 55 10. You can make a date 13 years late, you are really a talent! [Updated 50/]

(Added for the "Stacked Armor" brother [3/5])
Cenarius the Defiler appeared in the Shadowmoon Sanctuary as a projection, chattering about the invincibility of the Burning Legion, but the two "listeners" present were in no mood to listen to his preaching of the Destroyer.

Ner'zhul realized that he was being used as a pawn of the devil and had made a big mistake in the orc civilization through a series of bad actions.

He is in excruciating pain.

The Vigilant Saint looked up and down at the polluter of this world line, and his mind was full of various storms of inspiration.

Cenarius, the leader of the wilderness demigods of Azeroth, an outstanding representative of the life force, one of the most important guardians of the Kaldorei Moon Kingdom, and the ancestral source of the druid heritage, the "Lord of the Forest", was actually contaminated by fel energy!
He also openly serves as the Demon Lord in the Burning Legion. This firstly shows that the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago went on as planned but the result was unexpected. Secondly, the range of influence of his butterfly wings flapping on Argus is definitely not limited to the Eredar.

The history of Azeroth has undergone amazing changes indirectly due to his participation.

The appearance of Cenarius the Defiler indicated that the "Official History of the Dark Portal" in his mind had been officially invalidated at this moment. This was another bad joke played by the unyielding fate and the hand of fate, but this time it was obviously a bit too big.

The good news is that this mighty fel demigod is still babbling about the "Burning Crusade," which means their invasion of Azeroth 10,000 years ago was unsuccessful.

The world that hides the Supreme Star Soul is the "end point" of the Burning Crusade planned by the Dark Titan.

Azeroth still exists, and the Supreme Star Soul has not been destroyed.

The bad news is that if even a highly respected figure like Cenarius among the wilderness demigods in the realm of life was contaminated by the Burning Legion, it was enough to show that the brutality of the ancient war ten thousand years ago was beyond Dick's imagination. Perhaps the entire group of wilderness demigods had suffered a terrible blow.

What about the night elf Kaldorei Moon Kingdom?
Do they still exist?
If the Kingdom of the Moon God had not survived ten thousand years ago, then when the Burning Legion launched a second invasion of Azeroth, which force would have taken up the responsibility of resisting the demons?

Well.
Various questions kept turning around in the Sentinel's mind, causing his head to ache. He then looked at Ner'zhul, who looked like a dead person at his feet, and finally fixed his gaze on the projection of the Polluter.

他 说:

"So, Kil'jaeden and Thal'kiel were unwilling to participate in the hunt for the Eredar, so they asked you, a bastard, to take on this task? Everything that is happening in Draenor is being orchestrated by you, a foreign bastard?"

"Ah, worthy of being the stubborn bastard left behind by Argus."

Cenarius said in a cold and arrogant voice:

"I immediately guessed what your bastard brothers were thinking. Kil'jaeden the Conqueror and Thal'kiel the Shaper each had their own little ideas in this great expedition. They had no idea how to lead the Supreme Lord's army of destruction. They foolishly sent the fool Mannos to hunt them down, but their stupidity had already angered the Dark Titan, so I embarked on this great journey!

I! The polluter of the stars! The destroyer of all things! I am truly honored to personally accomplish the cause they oppose.

Clan Antoran, Clan Atama, Clan Jedni
The number of Eredar refuges I have destroyed with my own hands is beyond your imagination, you poor creature, and the destruction of your draenei clan is inevitable. The heads of Velen and Hatun will become another proof of the Burning Legion's great achievements.

But now I have one more person on my list!

you!
'Vigilant' Diak'em Zastins, your head will become my most proud collection. I will use facts to prove that only an outstanding polluter like me is worthy of the promotion bestowed by Lord Sargeras himself.

"I feel honored to be a dog for others."

Dick stared at him, frowning. He said:
"So, every wrong has its perpetrator, and for the past ten thousand years, you have been the executioner of the Eredar exiles, right?

Very good, Cenarius the Defiler, when you and your demon army set foot on this world, I will welcome you here. I will let you experience for yourself why the demons more than 20,000 years ago horrifiedly called me the 'Holy Light Butcher'.

When the time comes, remember to bring some "old friends" to join you in the celebration, so that your defeat can also have a sense of ceremony.

get out!

"Demon, speaking harshly here only reveals your ignorance and ridiculousness, but I have one last question: You, Polluter, which world are you from? Has the plague of decay and death you control spread to your homeland?"

"Unfortunately, not yet."

The Defiler's hideous demon-forged body laughed heartily and disappeared in the vortex of fel energy.

As the shocking dark green corrosive light receded, it said:
“But it won’t be long, and I look forward to returning to my hometown in even greater glory soon.

Of course, I'll take your head with me. I'll show you with your own eyes how majestic the Legion you've been fighting has become, and I'll show you how brilliant the starry sea we've ignited is.

If you have any sanity left, Diakham, and if you truly wish to protect your people, time is running out to make the right decision."

"buzz"

The light of evil energy gathered into a flickering arc of light at this moment, leaving extinguished spots of light in the eyes of the two people. Then the entire Shadow Moon Holy Land fell into a dead silence. After the light of holy light and evil energy burst out here one after another, the void power that was originally entangled here had quietly dissipated.

This is a good thing.

This took some of the filth out of this once sacred place and saved Dick the trouble of cleaning it up again.

He bent down and lifted up the desperate and seriously injured Ner'zhul like a chicken. The latter muttered to himself:

"Kill me, execute me, a sinner of a hundred generations. I have failed my clan and led them into the abyss of demons. I have lost all my glory and I do not deserve to live."

"Well, it might be a little late to wish for death now, sir."

Dick sneered:
"The Holy Light commanded me to bring you back from this cruel fate of destruction, Ner'zhul. The responsibility you will bear next is a hundred times more terrible than death, but you have no right to refuse!
Knowing that a huge mistake has been made, it's time to set things right. Things are not so bad that an old orc needs to sacrifice himself to win a chance of survival. At least in my opinion, the current situation is much easier than the 'fight or die' situation we faced more than 20,000 years ago.

I ask you, do you know what your good disciple Gul'dan is planning now?"

"His demonic lackey and his Shadow Council are planning something dangerous! You, Draenei, must stop him!"

At this moment, Ner'zhul came back to life.

He grabbed Dick's wrist with his last bit of strength and begged loudly:

"He must be stopped! Otherwise, the war between the orcs and the draenei will be irreversible."

"Very good, it's enough that you know what he's going to do."

Dick cast a ball of healing holy light on Ner'zhul and said:

"Get up and leave with me. Since you also want to stop this war manipulated by the devil, then you better behave yourself from now on!
First stop the Shadow Council from completing those dangerous things, eliminate the disasters among mortals, and then find a way to deal with the threat of the Burning Legion. The demons across the planetary sea are not as scary as you think.

They can be blocked and defeated, provided that the world must be united. Not just the Draenei or the orcs, but the power of the entire world must be united!
This is what I will do, Ner'zhul, and I will need your assistance."

The Vigilant stood up and said:

"There's still some time for you to think about it on your own, sinner."

罪人
This unique name was like a heavy shackle, causing Ner'zhul's body, which had just straightened up, to collapse again in an instant.

The male orcs already had hunchbacks due to their body structure, and coupled with Ner'zhul's old age and weakness, he looked really old at this moment, as if he had one foot in a coffin.

He seemed like he would collapse at any moment, but not now!
What Gul'dan did to his own clan, what Gul'dan wanted to do to the entire orc civilization, and the disasters he wanted to cause in this world, all of this made Ner'zhul exhausted and filled with regret.

If it weren't for his indulgence and blind trust, Gul'dan, a lame wanderer who had lost his clan, would never have been able to gain so much power in such a short period of time. Many people had warned him, but under the influence of "Rulkan", he lost the foresight and vigilance that a chief should have.

He was responsible for half of all the evil that Gul'dan committed!
Now as a sinner, he has no right to pray for a quick death. He must stop all this that he has caused with his own hands, and then carry the pain and guilt for the rest of his life in the hope of gaining forgiveness from the spirits of his ancestors.

Do not!
I no longer have the qualifications to ask for forgiveness.

Ner'zhul tremblingly picked up the broken Staff of the Shadowmoon Prophet from the ground.

He looked at the stone pillars around him that were silent in the darkness. The holy objects that were once used to comfort the souls were looking at him with cold eyes, as if countless orc ancestors were floating in the darkness, punishing him without saying a word but with an attitude of reproach.

For a shaman, this is definitely the most terrible punishment.

He almost stumbled away from here, not even having the courage to make a promise to his extremely disappointed ancestors.

Shame and pain overwhelmed him, leaving this weary soul in agony.

"bang"

The stone gate of the holy land fell down after a few seconds, completely sealing it off from the outside world.

In front of the heavy stone door, Ner'zhul knelt there and cried silently. It was unbearable to see an old, confused and weak orc in such an ugly state. The Sentinel knew that the old guy needed some time, so he walked towards the exit.

He didn't care what Ner'zhul was thinking at the moment, he just needed this guy to cheer up.

At this juncture when the war is about to break out, the existence of Ner'zhul is absolutely necessary. The brutal tribes in the official history have not yet been fully formed. The first chief Blackhand has just been elected and has not yet established his rule. The major clans have not yet fully obeyed him, and the most powerful legendary chiefs among the orcs have not yet drunk the blood of the devil.

They still have help.
But if we delay any further, the foundation of the orcs as a civilization will completely collapse.

These brown-skinned guys will experience a collapse that is more desperate and painful than the Eredar, and then embark on their "exile" with a more tragic identity. What's worse is that this exile will directly affect another world, making the already bad situation even worse.

"Thinking about it, this is going to be incredibly difficult. Should I go to Telmor and gather the thousand-year-old veterans of the Hand of Argus, reorganize my legion, and then launch a great crusade to cleanse Draenor and eliminate all the orcs who drank demonic blood?"

Dick narrowed his eyes and thought:

"Maybe this will be faster."

As the hand of fate chosen by the Holy Light, it was really terrifying to have such a thought, but fortunately Dick was just thinking about it. The current situation was bad but not so bad that he needed to transform into the "Holy Light Butcher".

There is still hope!

The premise is that the speed is fast enough.

He crossed the stone steps of Shadowmoon Cave and turned onto the road leaving here. As he passed the bend in front of him, he unexpectedly saw another figure jumping down from the huge platform in front.

She walked briskly, carrying a hunting halberd made of gems and some ferocious animal teeth, and a sapphire bow on her back. On the platform behind her lay a giant scavenger that was severely contaminated by the power of the void.

That thing was like a giant snake with armor, and no one knew how long it had lived in this dark cave.

Being able to fight such a ferocious beast alone, the fighting power of this lady is quite terrifying.

When Dick saw her, Archbishop Naili, who was jumping off the stone platform, also saw the huge man in front of him who was surrounded by a holy light.

Her eyes were dull at this moment, even with a hint of panic and helplessness. Her soft and agile body stopped moving. She was so shocked that the hunting relic "Redmaw Fang" in her hand fell to the ground.

It pierced through the rock with a bang, showing its terrifying destructive power. "Hey, Nellie."

Dick smiled gently and raised his hand to wave to his old friend. He suppressed his inner excitement and desire and tried to make a joke in a voice as calm as possible, but his trembling voice revealed his thoughts at the moment.

He called out:

"We finally meet. I'm really happy to see you still have all your limbs intact."

"boom"

The opponent rushed over like a cannonball and smashed into the saint's arms with a rocket headbutt.

She seemed to want to use this method to confirm whether the guy in front of her really existed, or was it just an illusion that she had occasionally seen in her dreams over the past 25,000 years?
She hugged her tightly.

The legendary ranger's power was so great that Dick even felt a little squeezed and suffocated, but he did not blame him. Instead, he stretched out his arms and held Nari, just as she hugged him, and pulled the girl who had not been seen for more than 20,000 years into his arms.

The caves that still held a lingering cold energy fell silent at this moment.

Dick could even hear the rapidly beating heart in the other person's chest. The exaggerated frequency represented some kind of emotion being released undisguisedly.

"I am back."

He lowered his head, letting his smooth chin rest on Nellie's long hair, and whispered:
"Although the wait is a bit long, you are no longer alone."

"what"

This response brought Nari back to her senses with a start. She then realized how ambiguous the situation between them was. She quickly reached out and pushed the saint away, blushing and loudly defending herself:

"This is just a welcome to our former comrades after their resurrection!

Correct!
This is just to welcome the Great Vigilant back to our people at this precarious time. You have no idea how dangerous the situation we are facing now, just like the Argus Retreat 25,000 years ago.

This is no exaggeration!
The Council of Bishops has realized that war is coming, and we are making final preparations, but your return at this time is undoubtedly the enlightenment of the Holy Light!

Dick, the people need your leadership!
Just like your duty in that war.”

The Archbishop spoke for a long time, and Dick just listened with a gentle smile. After she finished speaking, Dick nodded and said:

"Well, nice to see you too."

"Damn you! I'm talking to you about serious matters."

The Archbishop's cheeks grew redder and hotter.

She sensed something strange in Dick's eyes, and it made her a little embarrassed to meet his gaze.

But the encounter came so quickly, as if fate deliberately did not give her more time to react, allowing the chaotic emotions in her brain to surge up at this moment, like a surging flood about to break the dam of her mind.

She took the opportunity to turn around and retrieve her weapon to calm herself down, then took a deep breath, turned to Dick and said:
"Your actions today are truly irresponsible. Although I know your military prowess, entering the enemy's lair alone is not something you should do in your current position! If the people knew that their saint had been harmed in Shadowmoon Cemetery, it would not help the current precarious situation at all.
and many more!

There's a sound behind!
Come here, Dick!"

Nari vigilantly grabbed her hunting halberd and nimbly jumped to Dick's side in three or two steps. She looked at the cave behind her where the sound came from. As she watched, Ner'zhul staggered out with a broken bone staff, which made Nari squint her eyes.

She glanced at Dick, who nodded and said:
"We must bring Chieftain Ner'zhul to the Temple of Karabor. He has seen with his own eyes the mastermind behind all this, aided by the Light.

It's the devil! Nellie.

The Burning Legion did not give up hunting us during the two hundred years of peace and prosperity for the Draenei. They waited patiently for our people to lose their vigilance, and then used the orcs as a pretext to slaughter us in this world where there is no escape.

I wanted to say that you, the Ranger Archbishop, were a little too lazy for not discovering the threat in advance, but it turns out that the inside story of this matter is more complicated than I thought.

This is not entirely your problem.

Now, get out of here.

Let's go back to Ambor Village first, and then we can discuss the next plan. Also, do you know why I contacted you first after I woke up, even though I knew Velen was in Karabor Temple?

"I know."

Nari whispered seriously:

"The news of the transfer of the Vigilante's Holy Coffin was only notified to the Ambor village and the garrison officers, but the orcs got the news and set up an ambush in advance, which already explains a lot. You are right, Dick, I have underestimated the enemy over the years.
I'm sorry, I failed to live up to your expectations of me."

"Don't be silly. What's the point of disappointing someone? You're still alive, you're still fighting, and you haven't given up. I'm already very relieved. Don't mind what I instructed Shantuk to say to you before. I just wanted you to respond faster."

Dick patted the Archbishop on the shoulder and said:

"Let's go back first. Ner'zhul is seriously injured. Did you bring your flying mount?"

"Well, my spirit dragon is outside, follow me!"

Nari was working as efficiently as Dick remembered. She led the two of them out of the Shadowmoon Caverns. At the entrance, Dick saw the Shadowmoon warlocks being slaughtered by arrows and bullets.

Those guys seemed to be planning to summon something here, but their ritual was interrupted by Nari. A heavy smell of sulfur still lingered on the spot, and the orcs used as sacrifices also showed severe fel corrosion.

Considering that Dick had been in Shadowmoon Caverns before and this holy place had no second exit, it was obvious what these warlocks wanted to do.

The orcs nearby were first killed when Dick rushed in, and then they gathered together to do something bad, but they ran into Nari who came to rescue and were slaughtered again. It is no exaggeration to say that the entrance to the holy land was a river of blood.

But the orcs under Gul'dan's command were indeed crazy. After seeing someone coming out, they roared and rushed forward to fight.

"Don't get entangled with them!"

Dick held down Nellie's hand as she tried to remove the bow. He said:
"Let's retreat first. You call the spirit dragon and I'll hold them off."

After saying that, the saint casually picked up the halberd beside him and rushed out. The shining and scorching heat of the holy light filled the area in the next moment. The Herald of the Sun no longer restrained the release of light and heat, making it difficult for the undead bones released by the orcs to even get close.

Nari successfully used the dragon whistle to call her loyal spirit dragon down. She pushed Ner'zhul onto the saddle and was about to call Dick over, but found that the other party seemed to have no intention of leaving at all.

The Archbishop wanted to scold the foolish saint, but then she thought of a strange possibility.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Naielle turned back to Ner'zhul and said:

"Go to Anboli Village by yourself. The saint said you are very important. He and his garrison officer rescued the Shadowmoon orcs who were tortured by the warlocks. Even in their most desperate moments, those people believed that you could restore order.

If you don't want to disappoint them, if you truly repent, then wait for us in Anboli Village!
You can run away, orc!
Let's see if I can catch you back after I finish my work."

"I won't run away again."

Ner'zhul covered his still bleeding wound and whispered:

"I'll fulfill my responsibilities. Finally, I wish you a successful 'date,' both of you. Haha, I was young once too. Go quickly, and don't let your lonely and passionate heart be left out in the cold."

"Ok?"

Nairi glared at the old orc who was talking nonsense, but the orc just looked at her subtly and then looked at the Draenei saint in the distance. As an old orc who was deeply in love, how could he not notice the strange feelings between the two that could be expressed without words?

"Go, Shine, take him to Ambori Village."

Nali patted her spirit dragon.

The clever beast roared twice, licked Nali's fingers with its tongue, then flapped its huge butterfly-like wings and took off into the air, accelerating and disappearing into the clouds.

Just a few seconds after the spirit dragon flew away, the saint who had been fighting hard against the enemy returned to Nari's side in a pile of fresh ashes, holding his halberd, with a regretful expression as if saying "Oh no, I missed the final retreat".

The archbishop stared at him. Dick casually threw the halberd aside and asked:
"Do you know why I came to you first after I woke up?"

"I just answered this question, Dick. Did you get Alzheimer's from sleeping too much?"

Nellie scolded.

Dick shrugged, and as Nellie stared at him with wide eyes, he leaned over and kissed her smooth forehead, then whispered in her ear:
"I'll tell you a secret. During the years I was sleeping, I could still hear sounds from the outside world. I know there's a girl who would say strange things outside my coffin whenever she had time. So, tell me, Nellie."

he asked:
"The last sentence you didn't finish on the day the Genedar crashed—I mean, those two words... I really want to know."

"Are you crazy?"

Nari blushed and pushed the saint away. She said:
"We are now in the orc fortress, and there are thousands of mad corrupted orcs here who want to strangle us. Are you sure you want to ask such a thing at this time? Let's do something serious!"

"Rather than focusing on business, I just want to complete the appointment that has been delayed for 25,000 years."

Dick whistled and sent his holy steed charging out from the blazing light.

He turned over and mounted the mount, and held out his hand to Nari, inviting her:

"I know a beautiful spot nearby. It's dusk now, so, brave and valiant lady ranger, would you like to join me, an old man who has slept for over 20,000 years, to admire the sunset?"

Looking at the hand in front of her, Nellie bit her lip. She held Dick's hand and let him pull her onto the warhorse. She sat in front of Dick almost as if being hugged.

she says:

"The situation is tough. We're just going to go back after enjoying the sunset! We're all busy."

"Do not."

The Vigilant shook his head and said:

"To hell with all business, tonight, even the will of the Light takes precedence over yours. Hold on tight, I'm going to speed up."

(End of this chapter)