Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 685, Section 53. Hu En Gaoling: What if my boasting backfires? I need an answer urgently.
Wilderness Hunting Group.

The military organization of Ardenweald is an army composed of the most skilled warriors among the Eternal Spirits, selected by the Queen of Winter.

It's hard to say when the Wild Hunting Group was founded, but considering that the Wild Hunting Group wasn't initially an "additional design" in the Shadow Kingdom's "Destiny," and as the land of life in the Death Kingdom, Ardenweald didn't need to prepare for war at the beginning.

Therefore, conservatively speaking, the Wild Hunting Group should have been established after the previous arbitrator, Zovar, launched his rebellion.

Perhaps it was the war that changed the Shadow Kingdom that made the Winter Queen realize that the order of Ardenweald, which existed based on destiny, also needed the protection of a sharp blade, thus giving rise to the prototype of the current Wild Hunting Group.

As the highest-ranking military organization in Azure Fairyland, the Wild Hunting Corps naturally only recruits the most warlike spirits of nature from the material world.

The current leader of the Wild Hunting Group, Lord Helne, is a fierce "Vokai". It is said that this forest lord was once a member of the Wild God. Like the Sovereign of Elliot, he lost his world in the war against the demons and could not return to it, nor did he want to return to the material world. So he accepted the summons of the Queen of Winter.

This half-human, half-deer warrior is the War Hand of the Winter Queen, and his fighting power is quite astonishing.

The size of the Vokai is different from that of the "Jungle Guardians," who are also half-human and half-deer. They are smaller, but as the war kin of the Winter Queen, their combat power and agility far exceed those of the Jungle Guardians in the material world.

Here's an interesting little tidbit about Wokai.

These guys are very good at cavalry tactics and their close-quarters combat skills are amazing, but if the Vokai are pushed too far or they are surrounded, they will use a very stylish "circle kick" tactic.

That's right.

It spins around while kicking people with its hind legs.

It sounds funny, but those poor players who die every week in the Asgard dungeon from Volkai's circle kick tactic, their corpses lined up and could circle the Shadowlands several times over, can't laugh.

These Volkai kicks deal really high damage.
Of course, this tactic is also in line with the biological combat style of even-toed ungulates, although discussing biological science in a high-magic world is somewhat humiliating.

The Wild Hunting Group isn't just comprised of Vokai; there are also Sylvans who excel in archery and martial arts who join them.

Sylvain was a true "half-goat".

They have the upper body of a humanoid creature and the lower body of a goat, and are said to also have tails. These half-goat people run by hopping, but if you dare to laugh at them because of their comical appearance, then Sylvain's jungle blade will not be so kind to you.

The creatures of Ardenweald are all somewhat "endearing" in appearance, but you can't ignore the fact that this woodland is one of the four covenants of the Shadowlands, and it's not entirely due to the Queen of Winter's transcendent status in the world of the dead.

These adorable-looking creatures are surprisingly powerful, even giving Diakum a tough time.

Well, he wasn't quite sure about the anatomy of these Wokai, so he had to be careful when fighting them to avoid hitting the wrong spot and killing them. That would be hard to explain later.

He's here as a messenger, not to actually smash the Queen of Winter's windows.

Although he wasn't afraid of the Queen's anger, he felt there was no need to strain their relationship due to his own negligence if they could remain friends.

Just outside the valley where Liu Xu's little pet Mao Mao went missing, while the fairies were shouting and collecting "spoils" in the valley that was "lit up with holy light," the first batch of Wild Hunting Group members who had arrived had already clashed with Diakum.

These guys believe Diakum is a dangerous individual.

After all, there was no precedent for Ardenweald to take in a Holy Light Walker. The fierce Vokai knights demanded that Diakum leave their woodland immediately. Diakum felt that his response was quite appropriate, but the Vokai wouldn't listen.

So there's no other way but to use physical methods to calm them down when they don't want to reason with you.

"boom"

The heavy hoof, carrying the power of winter, slammed into Diakum's cross-shaped warhammer after circling three times to gather its energy, causing Diakum to stagger back several steps before regaining his balance.

While complaining about the significant drop in combat power after losing its physical form, the Vigilant stomped its hooves into the ground and, dragging its warhammer, charged towards the one-eyed dragon Wokai wearing an eyepatch while charging up its Holy Slash.

This guy is pretty cool, but his skills are lacking.

Lord Heln, the leader of the Wild Hunting Group, was now in despair. His all-out attack, which even used the power of "Winter" bestowed by the Queen, could only make the giant of holy light in front of him take a few steps back.

The ice storm, which should have frozen life and brought death, was melted by the corona light surrounding the vigilant before it even got close.

If you can't even break through the opponent's defenses with your biggest trump card, how are you supposed to fight?
"retreat!"

As Diakum charged forward, Lord Helne, feeling as if he had been thrown onto the surface of a star and writhing in agony, turned and shouted to his warriors:

"Retreat to the Heart of the Forest and inform the Queen of the powerful enemy. She must be prepared! This guy is a lesser god in the Holy Light realm. No! Lesser gods aren't as strong as him; he's a..."
He is a…

Lord Forest felt unable to reveal that terrible "truth".

A true god of light has descended upon the Shadowlands in spirit form?
What the hell is this joke?!
Don't the Kyrians of Bastion take a closer look when they pick people up?

How could you allow such a guy to blatantly run into the realm of death? Your dereliction of duty in this matter is tantamount to murder.

But after being knocked down by Diakum's hammer and falling to the ground in a daze, Lord Heln took a second to think it over and realized that the blame really couldn't be placed on Grylls.

Regardless of whether this guy entered the Shadowlands through legal procedures, given his life rank, if he wanted to come and take a stroll in the Shadowlands, would Kyrian be able to stop him from coming?

How many heads does the eldest daughter have that he could smash?

"boom"

The mighty Lord Hern has fallen to the ground.

For a fleeting moment, it felt as if its skin had been torn apart and its bones broken where the warhammer had struck it, as if it had been hit head-on by the sun. In that instant, the mighty Lord Vokai felt as if he were about to turn to ashes.

Considering the "honorable reputation" of the Holy Light Butcher in the material world, and the tragic fate of the poor demons who gave him that nickname, the lord sadly felt that he might not be able to resurrect in the Queen's Grove this time.

It had already resigned itself to its fate, lamenting that it could no longer serve the Queen of Winter.

But the imagined incineration by holy light did not come. Instead, a few seconds later, a cool and even eerie aura enveloped his body. The shadows cast down, quickly cooling his burning body, and in the shifting light and shadow, the healing holy light dispelled the pain and weakness.

When the light faded, Lord Heln stared in disbelief at the hand that had appeared before him.

Diakum, leaning on his warhammer, smiled and said to the fierce Lord Wokai:

"Young man, you're in great shape! You can still have your head spinning after taking a hit from me. Those weaklings would probably be out of commission if I hit them like that."

"It seems you're quite capable. The Queen of Winter certainly has talented people under her command."

Lord Helne stared speechlessly at the outstretched hand, then glanced with his one eye at the beaming Diakum.

The guy's smile was so gentle that the leader of the Vokai clan wondered if the man who had just knocked him down with a single blow was the same person as this gentle giant in front of him.

Are you fucking schizophrenic? Do you have a violent personality hiding inside you?
Listen to your uncle's advice, this is an illness, it needs treatment!
Lord Heln intended to ignore the "hand of friendship," but the next second he obediently grasped it, letting Diakum pull him up.

The reason why we can't be assertive is quite simple.

It couldn't defeat this guy, and rashly rejecting the goodwill of the strong was simply courting death.

"Do you now believe that I just want to talk to the Queen of Winter?"

Diakum slung his warhammer over his back and addressed the leader of the Wild Hunt, who was clutching the broken Frost Halberd:

“I had no evil intentions. I was just trying to calm you down. Take your brothers and sisters back and convey my message to the Queen of Winter.”

I will visit the Heart of the Forest at midnight tonight.

I promise I won't harm a single blade of grass or tree in Ardenweald. Once the problem is resolved, I'll leave immediately and won't linger a second longer in this sacred place that doesn't belong to me.

Dick paused, pointed to the moonlight on his body, and whispered to the demigod Wokai:

“You’ve seen who I’m representing. Take my advice: this is not something we little Karami can get involved in. It’s the True God Sisters’ family matter. We should just sit back, drink tea, and watch the show.”

"hiss"

The leader of the Wild Hunting Group gasped.

It recognized Lady Elune's moonlight and immediately felt a sense of awe towards the large figure before it, but its eyes were somewhat strange. Was this Holy Light Butcher being a little too modest?

We certainly don't have the power to get involved in the feud between those true goddess sisters, but aren't you one of these "great beings" too?

And
"Could you please refrain from speaking to a junior like that, Your Excellency?" Lord Helne grinned and said.
"Although you are powerful, and our Wilderness Hunting Group concedes defeat, it is still very unpleasant to behold. I am, after all, an ancient being over ten thousand years old."

"I am 25,372 years old this year."

Diakum raised an eyebrow at the defiant Wokai and said:
How old are you?

"Well, you can't judge these things by age alone. I've been fighting the Burning Legion since I was seven. I held out against my world until the very last moment!"

Lord Heln was taken aback and was about to retort when Diakum interrupted him, saying:
"You're really something, young man. I did start fighting earlier than you, but when I was three hundred years old, I fought the Great Battle of Argus and wiped out all the major demons of the Burning Legion. That was 25,000 years ago."

So, how many great demons have you hunted?

This question left Wokai completely speechless.

It adjusted its blindfold, somewhat awkwardly changing the subject:

"Well, we'll go back and relay your opinion now. Actually, there's no need for us to relay it."

It glanced at the mushroom peeking out from the edge of the battlefield, shook its head, and said seriously:

"Then, Lord Diakum, the Heart of the Forest welcomes you at midnight tonight!"

Please, please do not create any further complications. Ardenweald is already under threat from both inside and outside, and the locals are already under immense pressure. Please do not impose any more unnecessary 'trials' on this forest already suffering from the withering calamity.

Diakum nodded.

He is generally happy to accept the correct opinions of younger generations.

And so, watching Lord Helne limp away with his equally limping subordinates, they quickly disappeared into the woods, and the place returned to peace. A moment later, the delighted fairy Willow Catkins flew out of the valley, dragging a large bag of spoils and carrying her pet Furry.

She said loudly:

"These forest ghosts have stolen many things from various fairy forests, including many treasures that even demons have never stolen. They did this just as a prank, and the owners must be very sad."

After I send you to the Heart of the Forest, I will return all these lost items to them, but there are so many stolen treasures here that it will take me decades to complete the return.

Huh, why are there so many hoof prints here?
These look like footprints left by Wokai. Big guy, did you see the Wild Hunt Gang coming by earlier?

"No."

Diakum waved his hand and said:
"I just encountered a junior. I didn't expect to meet it here. I've never had any dealings with the Wild Hunting Group or anything like that."

"is it?"

Liu Xu scratched her head in confusion, but after looking at the holy light emanating from Diakum, she dismissed her doubts.

As everyone knows, Lightwalkers cannot lie, so the big guy definitely didn't lie to her.

On the other side, the Wild Hunting Corps, returning to the heart of the forest, was in low spirits. The warriors were whispering among themselves, discussing the battle, or rather the "massacre," that had just taken place and was destined to affect their entire lives.

Aside from the fact that no one on our side died, what just happened was truly a massacre.

But Lord Hearn had no time to dwell on his defeat; he felt Diakum's hammer blow making his head buzz, and his memory was starting to fail.

It always felt as if it had forgotten something important, but what exactly was it?
Just as Lord Helne was deep in thought, his lieutenant suddenly screamed:
"Where is our 'Eagle-Eye Hunter'? That top-tier hunter from among the stars was sent to set an ambush, but he hasn't returned yet!"

"Ah, so that's what it was about!"

Lord Wokai rubbed his still-aching head, deeply aware that his memory was indeed not as good as before, but then his expression changed, and he exclaimed:
"Oh no! Once Huen enters hunting mode, he'll only be focused on completing the hunt. That boastful guy is in trouble now! The trap he set for a tiger is obviously no match for a Devilsaur."

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"Ah, stop hitting me! Stop, stop! You're going to break my horns off."

The war cries of the minotaurs echoed through the woodlands of Ardenweald.

A spirit-like horned bull is being brutally beaten by Diakum, with a broken woodland spear and a snapped horn lying nearby. Of course, since it's a spirit, there's no need to worry about leaving any injuries, so he can beat it up without any worries.

The fairy was still cheering him on from the sidelines, waving her fist.

She was terrified too. She was chatting with the big guy when suddenly an arrow shot out, startling her so much that she almost dropped the furry creature she was holding.
Well, it was that moment that finally made Dick understand why Liu Xu's pets kept disappearing.

But the arrow failed to cause any damage. Diakum used his glowing fingers to perform a classic "two-finger vacuum grip," crushing the arrow and transforming into a beam of light as he rushed into the ambush forest, shattering the trap and giving the antler bull that had "shot him in the dark" a good beating.

"Huon Highmountain! You're supposed to be a legendary hero of Azeroth, yet you're really going downhill with age!"

Diakum rode on the stag and beat it mercilessly.

He hit and cursed at the same time:
"Are your eyes getting blurry?"

How dare you shoot arrows randomly when you can't even see the person clearly?

Do you really have no idea how destructive you are? If it were anyone else, could they withstand your "Mourning Arrow"?

"If it were anyone else, I wouldn't have used such a powerful move as the Sorrowful Arrow!"

The minotaur hunter screamed:

"I understand the difference in strength between us too well, and I know that I only have the chance to shoot that one arrow, so I mustered all my strength. As it turns out, in front of you, I am just a greenhorn in the way of hunting."

But how did you know my name?

Not many people in Ardenweald know my name. At the moment of my death, I decided to no longer cherish my past glory. On Elliott's advice, I named myself 'Eagle-Eye Hunter'.

Apart from the demigods from Azeroth, few people know me, so you are from Azeroth, right?

But when did my hometown acquire such a mighty and powerful figure as you?

"Hmph, there are many things you don't know."

Diakum released this "ruthless man" who supposedly blocked the fel portal and slaughtered demons ten thousand years ago, although many people say that the descendant of Huon Highmountain is just gilding the lily of his ancestor and making wild boasts.

But judging from various signs, the Highmountain clan, which inherited the tradition of bragging from the Tauren, may not have actually been bragging about Huon Highmountain.

When this guy was alive, he was indeed a true "demon hunter".

He didn't introduce himself to the unfortunate Huen Gaoling before him, but simply patted it on the shoulder and whispered:

"Blackhorn asked me to send his regards to you. Your 'son' misses you very much. After you passed away, he kept his promise and guarded Highmountain for ten thousand years. He intends to continue guarding it until the moment he dies of old age."

"is it?"

The hunter, in his spirit form, smiled calmly and waved his hand magnanimously, saying:
“I knew it. Entrusting these matters to that child would be no problem. He is different from his father. His existence proves that the Black Dragon is not inherently evil. It’s a pity that I will never see such a strong son again.”

Death is a door.

You've crossed it, so you have to leave something behind.

"That's not necessarily the case."

Dick gazed at the heart of the distant forest and said in a subtle tone:
"If you are willing, perhaps in the not-too-distant future, you will have the opportunity to return to Azeroth, return to your most glorious battlefield, and once again wage the 'War of the Ancients' against your ancient enemies."

Of course, that's assuming you're willing.

"Of course I'd like to!"

Hu En revealed a hunter's fierce smile, rubbing his hands together as he said:

"Everything about the Shadowlands is wonderful, with evergreen forests and eternal order. Hunting here would be too boring."

Ps:

Wokai is as follows:
(End of this chapter)