Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 670, Section 38. Diakum, the wicked one, your deeds have been exposed! Come with us!
"Charismatic leadership" is a very mysterious thing.

This thing is a combination of personal charisma, legends, and other complex factors, but it is a real thing. Some people just have that magical power that can make others risk their lives for them.

Such people usually have a strong ability to incite others, and using an outstanding speech to solve problems when faced with unexpected issues is their basic practice.

Diakum was a pastor, so he was very good at preaching, which was one of his basic professional ethics.

The trap set by the Black Hand Chieftain was actually used by the Vigilant to incite the demon slayers of the Soul Chosen Academy with just a few words, especially since the rune sword in his hand, which came from the Lord of Weapons, was impossible to fake!

This generation represents the Vigilant's truly sacred grand plan to "slay the demons," and the infamous "victorious" Death Soldier has become his "invincible strategist"!
This greatly excited the stubborn undead who still harbored hatred for demons even after death. They unleashed a passion that even the living found frightening, and quickly threw themselves into preparations for the "holy war."

All of this left the Black Hand Chieftain dumbfounded.

Horse riding.

When you were under my command, you were never this eager to do anything! How come you get so excited now that a Warrior of Light just happened to be passing through Maldraxxus and said a few words?

Those who know you all regard the Holy Light Butcher as their idol, while those who don't might think that Diakum has mastered some kind of cosmic charm magic.

Well, in terms of prestige among demon slayers, the "Holy Light Butcher" is basically no different from having a cosmic-level charm spell.

Even more terrifying is that the Burning Crusade lasted for 25,000 years!

In the Shadowlands, countless souls of the four covenants have been sent to the world of the dead by demons. The five great halls of Maldraxxus alone are filled with those who have a blood feud with demons.

This is why the Blackhand Chieftain was able to gather such a powerful army in a short period of time by raising the banner of "Cut Down the Demons".

The result of the demons' inhuman behavior is that hell is full of their enemies.

Hey!
You naive demon bastards don't actually think that killing someone in a magical world where the Force of Death exists is the end of the matter, do you?

Ah, the dead in the abyss sleep with hatred as their pillow, and in their sleepless dreams, every roar is filled with revenge.

The Blackhand Chieftain was carefully attending to the Saint Diakum who had arrived. He watched as the Vigilant examined the terrain of the Shadowlands on his military map and belatedly realized that the Vigilant, the renowned butcher of the Holy Light, was most influential not in the Material Star Sea.

It's right there in the Shadowlands!
As long as a necromancer doesn't intend to abandon his personal and national feud with the demons, then Diakum can recruit an infinite number of warriors in this realm of the dead with a single wave of his hand.
Wow, that's terrifying.

The saint of holy light leads the undead who run in his shadow to beat the demons, thereby protecting life and restoring order.
What the hell!

You've managed to collect all six of the Forces by yourself, buddy.

Is this the legendary "chosen one"?

I'm truly impressed by Black Hand.

"What are you thinking about? And why are you making such a strange face?"

Diakum turned to look at Chief Blackhand, who was putting on a dramatic facial expression. He seemed to guess what Blackhand was thinking, and sighed, shaking his head.

"On this journey to Marjorie, we'll gather our old followers, and with ten thousand banners, slay demons!"

"What a beautiful poem!"

The Black Hand Chieftain, with a deathly expression, offered a perfunctory compliment, then said:
"You underestimate your own influence. The Chosen Academy alone can currently muster no fewer than 300,000 elite gladiators and death knights. If the recruitment scope were expanded to the entire Maldraxxus, under Lord Medivh's management, it wouldn't be a problem for you to manage an army of a million in no time."

However, to think that such a small force could fight the Burning Legion is a gross underestimation of the demons.

"What if we add the Maw's army of Oathsworn?"

Diakum waved his finger and said:

"What if Zovar were willing to hand over the army of death that He has amassed over countless years to me to command?"

What if the entire Maw, along with all the drowned vengeful spirits of the River Gorgia, which is said to flow through all the worlds of the living, followed my demon-slaying banner?
If I, who hold the power of all the Death Chapters in the Shadowlands, were to choose to wage a 'strategic decisive battle' against the Burning Legion, which has just suffered heavy losses, in some world, and if I could also find the Legion of Light, all the demon slayers in the Starsea, and the most ferocious swarm of insects in the Sea of ​​No Light as allies in that war...
What do you think my chances of winning are?
Can I utterly crush the arrogance that the demons have cultivated over the past 20,000 years in one battle? Can I break the demons' backbone with this battle?

Could we use this victory to completely drive the demons back into their twisted void, so that they wouldn't dare to set their sights on the sea of ​​matter for many years to come?
Could I try to exterminate them?

Faced with the Vigilant's question, the Black Hand Chieftain remained silent.

He pondered for over ten seconds before finally speaking:

As long as Sargeras is alive, the demons will never lose!

"What if"

Diakum said softly:
"Sargeras lost too?"

Chief Blackhand dared not answer.

This question has undoubtedly exceeded his wildest and most arrogant fantasies.

But his silence was deafening at that moment, signifying that the Marquis of Death of the Soul-Chosen Secret Academy had finally set aside his petty pride and chosen to act as the war hand of the vigilante in the upcoming conquest.

"So, all the regions of the Shadowlands are here?"

Diakum pointed to the military map used exclusively by Maldraxxus and asked Chieftain Blackhand a question.

The latter coughed and said in a low voice:
"Not all, but all the countries that have been explored so far are on this map. The relentless storms of the interdimensional realms make it impossible to pinpoint the location of many small countries. It is said that only the servants of the gods know how to accurately locate each world under the system of destiny."

However, these smaller nations are mostly vassals of the four major alliances, bearing less important responsibilities within the Mandate of Heaven system.

The mastermind thought for a moment and then explained it in a way that was easier to understand:

"After all, with so many lives in the material world, there will always be some strange creatures that cannot be accepted by the definitions of the four covenants at the same time, but are not so strange that they should be thrown into the Maw."

These small countries are often made for these eccentric souls, so locals usually call these small countries with uncertain locations 'eccentric little countries'.

There are also some special cases.

For example, some unique races, due to their special talents, can bypass the arbitration of the arbitrators, and they are often sent to their own unique kingdoms.

If you think about it carefully, the traditional "ancestral spirits" of us orcs perfectly exemplify this situation. The ancestral spirits are not within the four covenants, nor are they in the Maw; they have their own realm of the dead, which is also part of the Shadowlands.

At this point, Black Hand shrugged and said:

"Even though I have become the Marquis of Death, I still cannot understand the existence mode of the ancestral spirits, but this does not prevent me from confirming that we orcs are a special race. Even in the realm of death, we are special."

"Why are you still being racist when you're already dead? Looks like I didn't 'educate' you enough back then!"

Diakum reprimanded:
"Go do your thing. Don't worry about me taking away your position and power in the Chosen Ones. I'll be leaving soon. I came to Maldraxxus just to see just how outrageous this charlatan can get his hands on."

Upon closer inspection, I discovered that you've done a really good job integrating the Soul Selection Academy.

With all destabilizing factors eliminated, the Soul Selection Academy has become a formidable force capable of launching wars at any time.

I am very satisfied.

As you said, when the order of destiny collapses and the boundary between life and death becomes less strict, that will be the time for you to return to the material world.

Then we'll face the devil head-on.
If you mess up, it won't just be me who loses face.

After all, your daughters and sons will be going to war with you, and given your failed first half of life, this may be the last time you can restore your 'fatherly authority'.

Seize the opportunity.

"Ah."

The Black Hand Chieftain did not refute; instead, he asked:
"So, whose orders should I take next?"

"Are you stupid?" Dick asked in surprise.

"You are now the Marquis of Death, a noble figure second only to the Lord of Maldraxxus. Whose orders do you still need to obey? Once the Lord of War returns, the order of Maldraxxus will most likely be rewritten."

I don't intend to get involved.

So just follow your own orders and do the right thing at the right time.

"Go and fetch Lord Helmir, the disciple of the Lord of Soldiers. I need his help to attach a hilt to this runic sword and make some minor modifications."

"Oh well."

Chief Blackhand left, making sure to close the door behind him.

Diakum pursed his lips at how sensible the man was. It turned out that the once unruly Black Hand Chieftain's training in the Land of Death had actually yielded results.

It seems that Maldraxxus is truly a paradise for warmongers like orcs. The Black Wolf God really chose a good place to send the greenskins here.

Dick looked away from the map, took out the rune sword and placed it on the table. He waited for the bone craftsman to come over and also sensed his body, which was still in the material world.

His body continued to move within Dimensius's black hole-like stomach. The cycle of light and shadow coexisting had entered a true normal track under external pressure, and the dynamic balance between light and shadow had become increasingly skillful with each transformation.

Meanwhile, the Devourers of All Realms continued to devour Diakum's Eclipse Pain, and the absorption of Anser's power caused Diakum's sun god body to be covered with cracks, as if it were about to completely break apart from the inside.

However, this is only a form and trend of transformation from "integration" to "new life". Diakum is now facing the test of racing against time.

Like an egg, if Dimensius breaks it from the outside, it means the death of the watchman; if it can be broken from the inside first, it means the rebirth of the "Lord of Dawn".

Dick was very confident about this.

He knew that everything was progressing steadily according to his plan.

On the contrary, Dimensius, who currently seems to have a "significant advantage," is in very poor form.
Dick keenly noticed that cold "black embers" had appeared in the black hole stomach of the Devourer of All Realms, as if this powerful lesser god and devourer were being sacrificed to the Eclipse.

Worse still, Dimensius can't stop now.

It has established a "stable" connection with the Eclipse by consuming the power of Diakum, and once it stops now, the eclipse that extinguishes everything will instantly engulf and assimilate it.

What a pitiful fellow.

It desires to seize Diakm's power, but must first endure Diakm's suffering. The problem is, Dick has the divine light of the sun and unwavering faith to resist the assimilation of the eclipse; what does Dimensius have?
It has nothing but a good appetite!

Thinking of this, Diakum let out a strange laugh.

This smile was caught by the bone craftsman, Lord Helmir, who was entering the secret chamber belonging to the Marquis of Death. This master craftsman from the underworld, who had learned the forging techniques of death artifacts from the Lord of War, asked curiously:
"Have you sensed that something good has happened?"

"Hmm, I was just reminded of an old legend from Pandaria."

Dick smiled and handed the rune sword to the bonesmith.

Although this was their first meeting, he knew quite a bit about the bone craftsman.

For example, although this bone craftsman is dressed as a skeleton in armor and has a fierce demeanor, he is actually a "girl".

Moreover, Bonesmith Helmir is the oldest mortal soul still existing in Maldraxxus. When she was learning forging from the Lord of the Blades, Maldraxxus did not even have a system like the Five Great Houses.

This bonesmith may seem unassuming and ordinary, but she truly witnessed the development and rise of Maldraxxus, and she also knows all the secrets of this land.

Most importantly, as the most trusted disciple of the Lord of War, Bonesmith may know about her mentor's terrible plans and ambitions.

She was on high alert, fearing that Diakum would ask him some questions he shouldn't, but to the bonesmith's surprise, Dick didn't ask any questions and simply began to tell the story in a gentle voice.

他 说:

"It is said that in the ancient times of Pandaria in Azeroth, a powerful monk grandmaster was swallowed by a ferocious peacock, but later the monk tore the peacock's body open and escaped."

After the warrior monk achieved great feats, he was respectfully called 'Buddha', and the peacock that had eaten him was also revered as 'Buddha Mother' because she 'gave birth to him'.

I've realized my current situation is remarkably similar to that of that monk. So, in the future, when I emerge from the black hole of the Devourer of Worlds, will Lord Dimensius also be hailed with an exaggerated title like 'Father Who Nurtured the Dawn'?

"The poor Void creatures will be burned to death by the sun's fire, and will be reduced to ashes in the most horrific way that Void creatures can hardly imagine."

The bone craftsman seemed to be examining the runic sword left behind by his mentor, and sighed, saying:

"Forgive my bluntness, Lord Diakum, but your monk joke is a bit too hellish. But considering we're in 'hell' right now, I'd say it's alright, actually. If Dimensius survives, I'd personally be willing to call him the 'Father of Dawn'."

Well, that's assuming it survives.

But to be honest, I'm pessimistic about it. Okay, let's talk about how you want to modify this rune sword.

This is the craftsmanship of the God of War, who endowed it with infinite possibilities.

Embracing death is merely the most mundane of all the possibilities this sword holds; you should know the power of the two rune swords the Lord of War forged before.

she says:

"So, do you wish to have your own 'Frostmourne'?"

"So you really do know where the Lord of War is!"

Diakum tapped the table and whispered:

"The fact that the 'Spellcaster' created Frostmourne and Helm of Domination for the Warden is a secret. I knew that the old geezer, the Lord of War, had a backup plan, and you are one of the backup plans he left behind. So, when do you think it would be appropriate for us to go and rescue him?"

The bone craftsman fell silent.

After several seconds, she sighed and said:
"You must have at least some other markings on you, right?"
"The eldest daughter's, the Winter Queen's, and the Lord of War's—only when all five marks are combined can the passage to Zaremotis be opened. Only then can my gloomy old mentor step forward as the 'perfect victim' to take charge of the situation."

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"Halt! This is the territory of the Soul Selection Academy. Leave immediately!"

A fierce Chosen Warrior, leaning on his halberd, shouted at the mysterious figure in a black hood who was approaching:
"The Soul Selection Academy is receiving distinguished guests; we do not welcome visitors."

“I know 'he' is here!”

The newcomer, whose entire body was completely concealed by a black hood, spoke in a hoarse voice:

“I want to see him! He turned me into this monstrous thing, he turned me into a monster, I want to see Diakum Zastins! Get out of my way, Chosen Ones, if you want to continue this depraved life of killing each other.”

"Ok?"

This advice was clearly seen as a provocation by the Chosen Warriors, so the powerful warrior grabbed his halberd and charged forward.

But the next second, a pair of huge black wings unfurled before his eyes, and amidst the falling ominous black feathers, the thunderous roar of the sharp halberd being flung away shook the earth.

"Get out of the way!"

"Loyalty? No," rebuked DeVos, the "Doubtful Saint."
“I just want to meet with that manipulator. I just have a lot of questions that I need to get answers from him.”

Ps:

There will be an extra 3+5 chapters tomorrow.

The historical figures of DeVos and Uther are as follows:
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