Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 62, Part 17: Where is the hunter in the future seen by the prey? [Updated 20/50]

(Additional update for the "Gervis" brothers [5/5])
"Gul'dan and his minions are there! Look!"

Riding on his wolf, Ner'zhul shouted loudly in the scene of the earth collapsing and the sky collapsing. Everyone looked in the direction he indicated and saw an unaffected ceremonial platform in the area of the constantly collapsing ground.

It was originally a hill, but after the ground uplifted, it became a depression, which was surrounded by underground magma, forming a "safe zone". Many orc warlocks cast spells in it, and a large number of orc barbarians guarded the surrounding area with weapons, fighting against the elemental spirits that were constantly shaped by the four elements.

The battle is quite intense!
Obviously, the four elemental forces felt the suppression and isolation being carried out by the Shadow Council. The evil knowledge from the Burning Legion was being manipulated by evil people led by the First Warlock Gul'dan to isolate the elemental forces from the material world.

It's like a small "elemental realm" cage, stripping away their influence on the material world for a long time.

In this way, the elemental traditions that the orcs have adhered to for countless years will completely decline due to the loss of power, and those spellcasters will be forced to turn to the path of warlocks in order to protect themselves in the upcoming racial war.

At the same time, without the elemental power to purify the world itself, evil energy can more easily influence and pollute the material world.

This is an insidious operation to cut off the retreat and dig up the roots of civilization. Once Gul'dan does it, the orc civilization will really have no other way to go and can only go down this path to the end under the infusion of fel energy.

Seeing this scene, Ner'zhul was so anxious that he went crazy.

He yelled and rushed forward to fight the Shadow Council. Although he was no longer loved by the elements, he had been a shaman for most of his life and had personally taught so many shamans to communicate with the elements. In his heart, the elemental power of this world was like a mentor and old friend. He could not just watch the elemental power being expelled and sealed by Gul'dan.

The old orc with red eyes was held down by Maraad and Yrel on both sides to prevent him from rushing forward and committing suicide.

Not to mention that the mad elements were attacking without distinguishing friend or foe, the number of the Shadow Council's lackeys alone far exceeded the army led by Dick.

"The plan is simple!"

Amid the roar of the elemental storm, Dick shouted to his warriors:

"I will lead you to break through the Shadow Council's blockade. Don't worry about those elementals. Try your best to disrupt Gul'dan and the warlocks' spellcasting! Destroy the three cursed cipher cores. They haven't been truly activated yet!

Those are the shackles used to restrain the elements. Once we break them, the Shadow Council's tricks will be broken!

Ner'zhul!
You coordinate the elemental forces!

I don't need them to help us, but those angry elemental spirits should at least know who is friend and foe, and don't let them interfere with our battle!"

"But the elements no longer respond to me."

The old orc said with difficulty:
“I can’t reach them.”

"Don't worry, when they feel the danger of destruction, they will turn to you, their 'old friend', for help."

Dick urged his sacred steed forward, drawing his badly damaged heritage axe and saying:

"Although it's unethical to casually judge others, I must say that your orc shamans are a bit too indulgent in their attitude towards elemental power. Serving doesn't mean blind obedience, and respect doesn't mean weakness. Shamans are users of elemental power, not its servants.

Call upon them, Ner'zhul.

In this life-or-death moment, even the most stubborn elements will know who their true friends are.

Maraad and Yrel, remember your duty!"

"As ordered!"

The two recruits responded loudly, and then escorted Ner'zhul to catch up with the garrison officers and rangers led by Dick.

They crossed the cracking earth at the call of Ner'zhul's desolate orcish language. Fortunately, they were riding well-trained and highly capable Talbuk sheep. If a group of heavily armored thunder elephant riders were here, they would be doomed.

"Don't slow down! Follow me and rush forward!"

Dick was at the forefront, acting as the charge. He was accelerating, and the garrisons behind him followed him as they advanced on the constantly cracking ground. However, there were always those with bad luck who would get into trouble. As in the classic scene, when crossing a spreading rift, the three garrisons' Talbuk sheep failed to keep up with the speed, which directly led to them falling into the rift.

But the saint with quick eyes and quick hands was more than just a garrison officer. The priest used the "levitation spell" on the three garrison officers and their mounts, and then called on the holy light to use "Leap of Faith", allowing the holy light to transform into Diakum's hand to pull his garrison officers back from falling to the cracked cliff.

As the horse continued to accelerate, Dick let go of the reins, allowing the sacred warhorse to continue charging forward, while he cast a spell with one hand.

The priest's spells such as Power Word: Fortitude, Mental Prayer, Inner Fire, etc. were all cast on their warriors in a "group casting" manner accompanied by the saint's loud chanting. The enhanced holy light spells turned into halos and spread in the shining light, allowing this group of garrison officers to charge into the chaotic area where the Shadow Council was located, and everyone was carrying the aura of justice full of momentum.

This is the meaning of pastors' existence.

Healing is only part of their duties. A group of warriors in combat with a priest by their side can definitely allow them to exert 200% of their combat effectiveness.

The wolf riders from the Shadow Council also noticed the sudden appearance of the Draenei. They gathered in formation and charged towards the Draenei without fear, grinning fiercely.

"Why are these orcs green?"

Yrel asked loudly, his eyes wide.

"They drank the devil's blood! They're already 'half-demons', be careful!"

The Sentinel answered casually, and at the moment the two sides engaged in battle, he cast the Group Power Shield on the warriors, absorbing the first wave of damage from the orc wolf riders' beheading swords.

Seven orcs were knocked away in this collision, and three were sent flying from the Draenei side.

It is obvious that the orcs who drank the devil's blood are far superior to their compatriots in strength, physique and cruelty. The filthy and violent blood gives them skin as tough as a demon and the power of a destroyer, and when the violence of their racial characteristics is activated, their eyes turn red like ferocious demons.

But the fallen creatures that dare to challenge the vigilants will never end well.

One of the three orc wolf riders who pounced on the sacred warhorse was knocked away by Dick's battle axe made of light blade, and another was smashed to pieces by Nari who came from the flank in the distance with a precise hand cannon. The last one was about to chop the saint's body with his ferocious sword, but suddenly a ferocious ghost wolf appeared in front of him and pounced on him. With a howl, when the ghost wolf Gora fell to the ground, only half of its torn body was left behind it.

The ferocious and domineering ghost wolf chewed the orc corpse in its mouth expressionlessly, but the taste of the devil's blood made it feel really sick. It shook its head and threw away the broken limbs and arms, and the next moment it felt its body sink.

The new owner of its waste nimbly jumped behind it.

"Go! Gora, I command you."

Nari, riding the Ghost Wolf, patted her pet's head and took off the safety of her large-caliber demon hunting rifle. Seeing that the proud Wolf Den Mother had no reaction, she could only say helplessly:
"All soul fragments are yours"

"Ow?"

"Ten! I guarantee with my hunting rifle that you can eat ten warlock souls today, at least! The premise is that you behave yourself, so go ahead! Go after whoever you like!"

At Nari's scolding, the ghost wolf finally moved.

Amidst Naili's exclamation, the creature leaped with its master and entered a mysterious "soul walking" state, disappearing from the battlefield like an assassin's shadowy stealth. When it reappeared carrying the archbishop, its sharp claws tore into pieces the bodies of several guards.

Gora disdained these inferior souls.

What it longed to taste was the soul of the high-level female orc warlock who was casting a spell in front of it. This desire was sensed by Nari along the soul link. The next second, the deadly bullet was fired out in an aimed shooting posture. The female orc warlock used the magic armor technique she had practiced to perfection to block the shot.

She looked greedily at the ghost wolf under Naili's crotch, and was about to laugh at the blue-skinned woman's arrogance, but before she could open her mouth, there was a loud bang, and the second bullet penetrated her teeth into her mouth, causing her head to explode like a watermelon.

Hey, Ranger Skill: Double Hit with a Gun, kid!
"Ow"

The soul of the female orc warlock screamed and fled to her own soul stone, but was bitten by Gora the next second. As the ghost wolf, which could see and bite souls, shook its head and tore at them, this tough soul quickly turned into food and merged into the ghost wolf's body.

The satisfied whimper represented Gora's initial recognition of his new master.

Well, this Draenei Archbishop is barely qualified to hunt with me. Under my training, this slender blue-skinned woman will definitely become an excellent poop scooper.

However, when Naili was excitedly riding her war beast to look for the next target, she found Gora looking back. She turned her head and saw Dick had just strangled an orc warlock to death with one hand, with several piles of burning ashes and bones scattered around him.

The killing efficiency of the Holy Light Butcher is terrifying.

By the time the Archbishop killed a high-level warlock, Dick had already completed a pentakill.

"Alright, alright, he barely counts as the 'male owner', so his prey belongs to you, okay?"

Naili pulled the corner of her mouth helplessly, which made Gora jump up on the spot with satisfaction and escape into the soul walk. When he reappeared, he landed behind Dick and swallowed the five screaming souls into his stomach. But as he chewed, the soul beast realized that something was wrong.

Why is this warlock's soul so weak?

My mouth, my stomach and my brain just don't match up!

"nonsense."

Dick glanced at the hungry soul beast and said:
"The demons I purified cannot return to the Twisting Nether to be resurrected. These warlocks drank the demon blood and became half-demons, so after being killed by me, they were lucky to have half of their souls remaining.

Want to eat something?

Go hunting yourself!

You, a dignified soul beast, don't even have the ability to fight on your own?"

"Ow"

Gora, who had planned to have a delicious "buffet", was very disappointed, and her attitude towards the "host" also became bad.

It sneaked up on Dick and planned to take advantage of the chaos to bite him, but it happened to see the saint, in the burst of light from the Sun Herald, purify an unlucky guy into ashes with the cruel Ashes Judgment at the moment of the chop, and then used a Divine Storm to cancel the attack's backswing, annihilating the two nearby elemental spirits that were driven mad by the fel energy.

The burning embers swirled around Dick, the victim's screams still lingering in his ears.

Ghost Wolf suddenly realized that his previous thoughts were a bit "blasphemous". Well, this male master was too powerful and very cautious. He had plenty of means and strength to deal with spirits. It was better for a "hehe dancer" like himself not to mess with him.

"Gul'dan!"

Dick, holding the shining battle axe in one hand, strode towards the casting area in front amidst the earth-shaking. Every demon-blood barbarian who stepped forward to block him would be chopped down by him with a single axe.

Feeling the sulfurous stench of fel energy again after 20,000 years made Dick more eager to fight. The scorching sun purification surrounding the Sun Herald was like light casting, as if he was wearing a Holy Light Crusader cloak, causing the place he walked to explode with scorching purification and dedication, and the waterfall halo spreading like a holy nova burned all the evil around him.

As he walked along, the desolate scene of ashes and charred skulls in his wake frightened the orc warlocks, even startling Gul'dan, who was presiding over the curse code ceremony. He turned around in surprise and saw a huge Holy Light figure shouting his name, charging towards him with his head raised like an angry tarbu sheep-headed beast. The ferocious posture really scared the lame warlock.

I thought to myself, are there any experts among the Draenei?

When did this guy come?
But Gul'dan being Gul'dan, he then sneered.

He noticed that the light-forged draenei was charging too fast and had lost touch with his warriors. Fine! You think you're a legend and dare to charge into the battle alone, right? Stop!

I'll show you a good show. Do you really think we orcs have no legends?

"Go away!"

Gul'dan casually gathered a ball of crimson soul fire and threw it out.

This evil power, which was enough to annihilate any living thing, was quickly "melted" when it hit the light circle around Dick. When it reached in front of Dick, it was shattered into flying sparks by a punch from the Sentinel. Its effect was nothing more than interrupting the saint's charge.

But at the same time, the powerful hunting stick came down with the deadly speed of a hydra's bite.

The first stick hit Dick's shoulder, then turned around, the second stick hit his waist, and the third stick hit his knee. According to the experience of Kilrogg Deadeye, the legendary hunter who chose the most perfect opportunity to ambush and kill, any creature that was hit by his three powerful "killing sticks" would kneel down.

Then he took the last blow and smashed the opponent's head!
The plan was great and the execution was perfect.

The only problem was that when Chief Kilrogg gathered all his might and smashed the hunting stick towards Dick, the hunting stick that was powerful enough to split mountains and rocks was caught head-on by a giant hand shining with holy light?
"Snapped"

The ground beneath the saint's feet crumbled, fully demonstrating the brutal power of the stick, which was strong enough to easily kill a cleft-hoofed bull.

However, no matter how Kilrogg Deadeye gritted his teeth and tried to pull back his hunting stick, Dick's expressionless fingers clenched tightly, and the stick held in front of him with one hand did not move at all.

The already tattered Tehamat holy armor on his body was completely shattered by the blow of this orc legend. The shoulder armor, chest armor and leg armor all flew out in an explosive posture, but Dick had no wounds on his body.

Even though this hunting stick forged from Goron bones was inlaid with a row of two-headed dragon teeth, and its destructive power in close combat could definitely rival that of the legendary Blood Roar Axe or the Flame Blade Sanx, it was indeed not enough to face Dick's "Body of the Naaru".

What?
You want to break my defense, right?

But is that broken stick in your hand a legendary weapon? Do you really think that this great lord's "Legendary Sword Resistance" is just for show?

"Kilrogg Deadeye."

Dick said the name of the one-eyed old orc in front of him.

From where his five fingers were clasping the hunting stick, holy light like "liquid" had already seeped into this extremely sturdy weapon, even extending light-shaped cracks on the hunting stick. The poison on the weapon was useless to this blue-skinned saint. His own physique blessed by the holy light was enough to make him extremely resistant to the poison.

These details made Kilrogg's one eye widen.

He suddenly realized that he had committed a big taboo for hunters. He had confidently set a trap, using Gul'dan as bait, and was ready to assassinate the Draenei legend when he was careless. But before that, he had no way to learn the true details of this strange blue-skinned legend in front of him.

All the information he knew came from Gul'dan, but could he trust what came out of the warlock's dog mouth?
this.
The giant before him had single-handedly received a fatal blow without taking any damage? Was this the true value of a Draenei "saint"?

"You sacrificed your eye to see your own death, so you arrogantly believe that you are invincible before death comes. But I don't think you need your remaining eye anymore."

The Vigilant jokingly said:

"You must have been blinded to be ordered to be a killer by a scumbag like Gul'dan!"

He released the hunting stick during the brief accumulation of holy power, and swung the broken battle axe with a sharp light-molded blade in one hand, chopping it down at Kilrogg's head. The latter had no time to retreat, and could only grit his teeth and hold the hunting stick with both hands to try to block the attack.

Blocked, it was indeed blocked!
Amid the wail of the Heritage Axe, at the moment the two weapons collided, the axe that had been "tortured" by Dick for a long time finally fulfilled its supreme duty as a weapon.

Its solid body was completely melted by the infusion of scorching holy light, but it held on until the last moment. Even after its body melted, it still tried its best to restrain the scorching holy light and transform it into the form of a battle axe to complete the attack.

"boom"

The hunting stick that Kilrogg had made with the remains of his own prey when he was young exploded in all directions. The constantly shattering light-blade battle axe, with the saint's cold murderous intent, slashed into Kilrogg Deadeye's left shoulder, and then separated from his right chest under the explosion of scorching light, like a swift light blade. The moment the attack was completed, the shining battle axe in Dick's hand turned into broken light feathers and dissipated.

All that was left in his hand was a melted iron handle that could not even be called a "weapon".

The Legacy Axe completed its mission, and its final achievement was to seriously injure the Orc Legend with one blow.

The Blood Ring Chieftain was almost "killed instantly" and flew backwards, falling awkwardly on the broken stones. However, not a drop of blood flowed out of his chest which was almost completely cut open. This was because the light blade was too fast and the temperature was too high, and it had burned and carbonized the wound while cutting.

At this moment, Dead Eye suddenly saw an illusion in his only remaining eye.

In that scene, on the desperate battlefield, he was being lifted into the air by a hand filled with holy light, and the scorching light poured into his body, like an endless stream of water being stuffed into a balloon.

Explosion and incineration are his final fate.

That is the revised "death" of oneself.

In that fleeting vision, Kilrogg Deadeye noticed an antique pinky ring inlaid with a triangular crystal on the little finger of the hand that executed him.

And at the moment the illusion dissipated, when Kilrogg Deadeye was lifted from the ground by Diakum, the seriously injured him saw clearly the hand that lifted him up.

The pinky ring on her left hand sparkled in the light.

it's him!
I will die at the hands of this Draenei saint!

That's what fate has planned, but not now!
The moment of death in the vision I saw was not now! I will not die today, I will not die here!
"what!"

The outburst in desperate situation caught Dick off guard.

This orc legend was clearly on his last breath, yet he was still able to break free from his grip. Looking at his staggering back as he turned and rushed into the chaotic area, Dick expressed his admiration for Kilrogg Deadeye's tenacious will to survive, and then assumed a throwing posture on the spot.

After charging for one second, he smashed the melted axe handle in his hand with the hammer of punishment to kill from a distance.

The moment it was launched, it transformed into a scorching meteor of light and chased after Kilrogg. When it landed, it swept up Kilrogg and all the orcs and elemental spirits within twenty yards, like holy fire falling from the sky.

The massive explosion of milky white flames meant that it was unlikely anyone could survive there.

In this situation, he should have rushed forward to finish off the enemy, but the elemental vibrations behind him were becoming increasingly intense. Gul'dan's curse code was almost complete! Only the final few words were missing. The cunning warlock had probably ambushed the legendary hunter here to prevent his spell from being interrupted!

Dick rushed there with his bare hands without hesitation.

Above the constantly collapsing earth rifts and magma, the four elemental lords of the world of Draenor have all appeared.

They have an exaggerated and unique appearance that suits their identity, but unfortunately the elemental power of the small world is not enough to create a demigod-level elemental monarch. Their strength is just that of pitiful legendary creatures.

Such power, with the help of the direct influence of elemental forces on the material world, is quite easy to deal with mortals, and can even easily defeat cities and tear apart the earth. However, it is not enough to face Gul'dan who controls the fel energy.

As the vicious and crazy Gul'dan roared and chanted the curse code spell, the four elemental lords wailed and screamed. Their connection with the material world was being severed and they became weak.

But the elements were unwilling to admit defeat. They roared and wanted to merge their last strength into a devastating force to fight against the constraints of the evil energy in front of them.

This fusion is irreversible.
"Ner'zhul! Make them stop!"

Dick roared:
"Don't let them commit suicide! This won't stop Gul'dan, and will only plunge Draenor into the apocalyptic disaster caused by elemental depletion, allowing the weakened elementals to continue to persevere! The Holy Light will save them today!

I'll take care of the cursed ciphers and the warlocks!"

Dick strode forward.

He no longer had a weapon. Although he could use the Holy Light to forge a sword, that was only an emergency measure. While he continued to knock down and strangle the warlocks and orcs who tried to resist, he grabbed the upper half of his long-broken staff of Kazzak's Wrath from the Augre treasure chest.

At this time, Gul'dan's body was wrapped in a thick barrier of fel energy, as if he was sealed in a dark green glass ball. Ordinary weapons could not interfere with him. Under the protection of the fel energy infusion, Gul'dan was almost invincible.

The four elemental lords' increasingly weak punches were unable to shake him, which made Gul'dan laugh wildly like a powerful person.

But Dick doesn't believe there is any truly invincible power in this world!

Even the Holy Shield granted by the Holy Light can be broken by the power. If even a Paladin as powerful as Lord Buddha can die in battle because of the broken Holy Shield, then no matter how much the Holy Light loves him, he must have awe of other powers and always avoid the same situation from happening to himself.

This green-skinned orc warlock who has no fear of power should also learn this!
Gul'dan is obviously too young and he obviously doesn't understand this principle yet, but it doesn't matter, the saint will teach him soon.

He gathered his strength on the spot, igniting his enormous holy power at this moment, and with the help of the legendary talent "Forging Sword into Light" to destroy, while the Brilliant Sun in his chest was beating wildly, he continuously poured the scorching hot white holy flame into the Grudge of Kazzak.

As the broken weapon let out an unbearable wail, and as the fragments of Kazzak's soul sealed within it began to scream, Dick took two steps forward and delivered an "execution throw."

The broken staff turned into a white light the moment it was used, and hit Gul'dan's "Invincible Shield" almost in a straight line.

A muffled "click" sound scared Gul'dan, who was enjoying his "power", half to death. He had just seen Dick kill Kilrogg in one move and knew that this saint was difficult to deal with, but fortunately the gift bestowed by the fel energy was powerful enough.

The guy just penetrated his own shield but failed to hurt himself.

what.

The advantage is mine! The destiny is mine!

Gul'dan, who dodged the fatal blow, used foul language to mock Dick for being blind and failing at such a critical moment. However, when he turned around, he couldn't help wiping his eyes.

Ok?
Why is there only one left of the three curse runes in front of him?
What about the remaining two?

Damn it, who stole the curse rune that I spent several years painstakingly modifying?
The moment this ridiculous thought arose, Gul'dan felt that the elemental power that had been suppressed to the point where it needed to be fused to resist seemed to have recovered and suddenly surged again.

He raised his head belatedly and saw that the broken spear that had "missed its target" was now stuck on the opposite rift wall a hundred meters away. In the center of the sunken "Light-cast Pit" where it landed, the two cursed code fragments that he had cast with his own hands were breaking and melting.

Blanch!
Diakum did not miss, that attack was not aimed at himself!

It is indeed the Holy Spear.
The aim is really accurate and the shot hits the target.

(End of this chapter)