Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 71 26. Blind hunters always go astray, but good hunters always know how to end their lives with honor [29/50]

(Additional update for the "Sakurababy" brothers [4/5])
Called back from darkness by the Holy Light, Kara spun and sang on the great pulpit of the Temple of Karabor.

Although it was still very weak after just returning to the light, it couldn't wait to tell its children about the holy light and the principles it had comprehended after experiencing the "Trial of Shadow".

The old priests and garrison commanders seemed to have returned to the days of exile.

They sat in a circle around Kara, just like they were meditating on the Genedar, and felt the true meaning of the Holy Light in the ethereal singing with their ears attentively. The young Draenei followed their elders and sat outside the badly damaged pulpit.

This may be the first time they have listened to the preaching of the Naaru, but the symbiosis of holy light in their blood makes them have an indescribable sense of dependence on the sacred creature shaped by crystal in front of them.

They were very at peace in that light.

The Karabor Temple, which had just escaped a catastrophic disaster, had not yet restored order, but some citizens had already rushed here with their families. They wanted to admire the glory of the Naaru at this dawn to soothe their hearts that had been empty for more than two hundred years.

A determined warrior does not need actual symbols to use his beliefs to guide himself, but civilians cannot be held to the same standards as warriors. For people who are unable to protect themselves, a visible and tangible guardian of light can make them feel more secure and happy.

Naaru is such a symbol!
Especially for the Draenei, there is nothing more satisfying than traveling with the Naaru.

“Our people have been transformed”

The end of the Hand of Fate's enhanced state made Dick weak, but this weakness was not uncomfortable. On the contrary, there was a sense of relief as if "all the pressure was gone". The holy power that had been accumulated for more than 20,000 years was released, allowing the Sentinel to finally perfectly control the holy light in his body, and there would be no signs of power getting out of control.

He was being supported by Nari at this moment, and was gazing at the scene of "Holy Light guiding the Draenei" from the outside of the large, crowded yet silent podium. He said in a helpless yet calm tone:

"It seems that I am the 'stubborn old man' who cannot accept reality. Twenty thousand years of exile have formed a deeper connection between our people and the Naaru. Perhaps I really shouldn't use the traditions of the Eredar to demand the current Draenei.

They have not become weaker, but have been shaped into what they are today by the time of exile.

They are not cowards, they are still willing to sacrifice their strength for order and justice."

"I don't think you're wrong to hold on to old ideas, Dick."

Nellie supported him as they walked towards the city. In the long corridor, the Archbishop softly consoled him:

"I cannot hide from you the changes in our people. Years of exile have accustomed us to being conservative and retreating when faced with difficulties. In a starry sea teeming with dangers, only such less-than-glorious actions can better protect our people.

But now things are different after all. The Genedar has been destroyed, and we should understand that there is no way out for us.

The Burning Legion's polluters are targeting us, and the orcs have become minions of the devil. We should end the era of conservatism and retreat and return to the era of resistance on Argus under the leadership of a brave enough war leader.

It's time to rediscover those glorious old traditions!
But who better to lead us than you?

So, I ask you not to change your approach. It is we who should learn from you again in this era. For example, before you proposed to purify Kara, we did not have the courage to bet the future of a city on such a desperate gamble.

At least if he was a great prophet in the past, he would never agree to take such a risk with people's lives.

But you convinced him, and your return gave Velen and us renewed courage."

"I just felt that what I said to Ishana this afternoon was a bit harsh."

Dick sighed with some guilt and said:

"I scolded her for forgetting the oath she swore to her home world. I scolded her for turning our people into a group of cowards who blindly followed their beliefs. But in reality, I ignored the changes of the times. Like a rotten old man from 20,000 years ago, I stubbornly refused to accept that the times before me were no longer the ones I was familiar with.

I'm just standing and talking without any back pain!
If I had experienced more than 20,000 years of exile like you, perhaps my thoughts would have changed."

Nari blinked, and as she was about to reach the end of the passage, she whispered:

"Actually, I too lament that many people have changed. Even the Great Prophet probably despairs of returning to his homeland. Perhaps it's precisely because we've lost the guidance of that light that demonic lackeys have appeared among the Draenei.

Archbishop Akama has gone after Socrethar the Timeless, and we have a target.

Before the Dark Star fell, before any signs of disaster could be seen, Archbishop Othar had gathered his followers and attempted to mobilize the civilians of the central city to evacuate the Temple of Karabor with him.

Perhaps we could call it a keen gift, but that still doesn't explain his foresight.

He seemed to have known in advance that the Temple of Karabor would be destroyed by the inevitable disaster today. None of his actions seemed to be hasty. He must have been preparing for this day for a long time!

If you weren't here, if we hadn't purified Kara today, then after the Temple of Karabor was destroyed and turned into a ghost cave, who would be the biggest beneficiary of this disaster?
Haha, the cunning fox has revealed his true colors
Go and rest, Dick, and I am sure that by tomorrow morning this cancer will be under control."

"I can't rest. I have to go there myself."

Dick shook his head and said:
"You must also bring your rangers to support Archbishop Akama. If they are truly the hidden followers of the Defiler, then the hidden power they hold may be beyond our imagination. You know, my attitude towards these cancers has always been to eradicate them completely!"

"But your body? Doesn't it really need rest?"

Nari said worriedly:

"Even the Great Prophet and Bishop Isana are exhausted from the struggle to purify Kara. Can you still persevere in the fight?"

Dick didn't answer, but just glanced at the holy power pool that was visible on his character card.

He was already blessed by the Holy Light, and with the addition of the gift of the Naaru legacy, his Holy Power recovered much faster than ordinary people could imagine. The Atama resonance created by the Brilliant Sun in his heart and the Eye of the Storm in his hand further accelerated the recovery of his Holy Power.

As he spoke, Dick's originally dried-up holy power pool had recovered halfway.

In ten minutes at most, he would be back to full health and mana. Even more astonishingly, having inherited 70% of Narulula's holy energy pool, Dick could now hold approximately 10-15 times more Radiant Energy than a comparable garrison officer. This meant that in most cases, he didn't need to worry about recovering holy energy, which also resulted in Dick's mana bar being at least five times longer than his health bar.

If he could master the classic "magic shield" skill of the arcanists, then the shield value supported by Dick's mana would definitely be much more exaggerated than his health bar.

Of course, combat power cannot be judged solely by the numbers on paper. For example, the big words "Soul Weakness" on the character card cannot be ignored.

This state means that Dick's combat effectiveness will be severely weakened, and some powerful skills cannot be used.

But even so, he still had the confidence that he could strangle a dozen demons with his bare hands to put a perfect end to this fantastic journey tonight.

"Let's go and resolve this matter as quickly as possible. It's best not to let it cause any more waves among the frightened people."

Dick said something.

He and Nellie left the pulpit. The Archbishop was going to gather the rangers of the Temple of Karabor, but Dick was not alone. Maraad and Yrel were waiting for him ahead with the garrison officers.

They all knew what the saint was going to do when he returned to the Temple of Karabor. They all knew that there were devil's lackeys hidden in this city, and they came here just to dig out that cancer. After just experiencing the miracle of the return of the Naaru, the morale of these garrisons was high, and the image of the already glorious saint became even taller in their eyes.

"Let's go, kids."

Dick came forward wearing a priest's robe. His armor had been damaged in the battle long ago. In that sanctified state just now, it was impossible for any weapon to withstand the burning of the scorching holy light. Therefore, this robe was temporarily lent to him by Archbishop Akama to prevent the saint from "exposing himself".

But because of the Sentinel's exaggerated body shape, the loose priest robe looks like a "tights" on him.

"Let's help Archbishop Akama eliminate the evil spirits! When dawn comes, this city will be clean and new."

Dick summoned his sacred warhorse and his new weapon from the backpack of the Augure treasure chest. He held the battle staff in his hand like a spear. With a call, more than 30 elite garrison officers who had been selected as recruits for the Hand of Argus boarded the vehicle to escort the saint to the center of the city.

The official residence of Archbishop Osar Governor is there.

According to reports from Nari's spies in the city, the official residence has been closed and under martial law since Kara was purified, and the madman's followers have also held some civilians hostage and detained them.

This is clearly a last-ditch effort after the conspiracy failed.

"Governor Osar just presided over a military operation not long ago."

Maraad followed Dick and whispered with some concern:

"He commanded the garrison officers of Karabor Temple to occupy a high ground near the Shazgul Fortress in the southern Shadowmoon Valley. He claimed that it was to better monitor the movements of the orcs. At that time, his action won the unanimous approval of the garrison class.

We all thought that Governor Osar truly saw the threat of war.

But now it seems that guy may have evil intentions. His followers are now on the high ground, and there is even a small fortress there."

"So, Osar has many followers?"

Dick asked, raising his brow.

He vaguely remembered that this "thousand-year treasure" Othar chose to betray in both timelines of the official history, and the betrayal was very loud. He could be called the biggest traitor of the Draenei and the behind-the-scenes driving force in the tragic history of the orcs slaughtering the Draenei.

"Quite a lot."

This time it was Yrel who answered him.

Although she was just a new soldier, Irel also had her own information channels. She said to Dick:
"We often receive pilgrims traveling between Karabor Temple and Shattrath City in Amber Village. We often hear those pilgrims praising Governor Ossar's policies. Those eloquent merchants will tout his achievements. Many young Draenei, like me, who were born in Draenor, admire Governor Ossar very much.

Because he is also a 'new generation'.

Like Nobundo, he was born after our ancestors fled Argus, so he is one of the spokespersons for our new generation.

For a while, Samara particularly admired Governor Osar. She felt that Osar would become an outstanding tribal leader like you in the future. But later, when Samara overheard merchants complaining that the governor's money was getting less and less, she realized that it was just hypocritical flattery!

This guy has been systematically promoting his reputation, which shows that he has been planning to do something for a long time.

However, in Talador, the ruling party is led by 'Old Ram' Hatton. The Grand Archon, who oversees the military, is known for his harsh and difficult approach. The Council of Bishops can only honestly handle administrative tasks. It's difficult for them to reach into the military.

"Well, that's better."

Dick nodded and said:
"It's not difficult to eradicate the evil cult formed by the civilians who have been bewitched. After Osar's death tonight, his followers will naturally scatter. The remaining diehards will be dealt with slowly by Nari's rangers.
But, children, do you think it's too quiet around here?"

"Ok?"

Maraad and Yrel looked back at the same time.

They were currently walking on a trail that led from the upper to the middle levels of the city. This place was already on the outskirts of the city, and there weren't many people walking around during the day, let alone at night.

The light here is also dimmer than usual.

"You're hiding behind your head! Get out of here!"

Dick swung the upgraded Curse of Kazak forward, and a circle of golden warm waterfalls quickly expanded outward with him as the center, creating a thin shield for the recruits as it swept across their bodies, while dispelling the darkness and exposing those hidden bastards in an instant.

The first thing that caught my eye was a six-armed Sylvara Destroyer.

This high-ranking demon was an expert in stealth charms and had intended to wait for the Sentinel to get close before giving him a ruthless blow. However, she hadn't expected this guy to be so perceptive that he could spy on her from a distance of at least sixty yards.

Is not this nonsensical?

Dick's honorary title of "Vigilant" comes with an inherent "anti-submarine" feature! Furthermore, even the most stealthy demon couldn't hide the stench of sulfur from him.

"Demon? Here?"

Maraad was instantly enraged. He grabbed the jeweled hammer and shouted:
"Osar is crazy! He actually summoned a demon in the city openly! What does he want to do?"

"Oh no! That madman has taken some civilians hostage! Is he planning a sacrifice?"

Nobundo in the team reacted faster. Dick turned around and said to him:
"Leave a team behind and immediately inform Archbishop Nari to take action immediately! Bring the city's arcane guards to storm the Governor's Palace and rescue the civilians first!"

"Yes!"

Nobundo responded and immediately evacuated along the same route he came with his five-man team.

Maraad had already led his men to charge at the demons. Sylvara realized that his opponent had taken the lead and waved his whip in frustration, summoning a large number of evil dogs to pounce on the garrison officers.

But since it was an ambush, there definitely couldn't be just one high-ranking demon. More demons emerged from hidden areas on the surrounding roads. However, they were led by a guy so strange that even the experienced sentinels had their eyes wide open.

It was a slender humanoid creature!
She has long ears like a donkey, wears fel armor and exudes a demonic aura. She holds a magic blade made of fel crystal in her hand, and her movements are agile and deadly.

"What kind of demon is that?"

Irel, who was guarding the saint, asked curiously. She looked at the sentinel. Obviously, she thought that the knowledgeable sentinel must be familiar with this strange thing that did not look like a demon.

"Fel elf! Judging from the shape of her ears and the color of her skin, she must be a Highborne elf."

Dick looked around and said seriously:
"They come from a world called 'Azeroth' and are the followers of Cenarius the Defiler. Like us, they are beings blessed by the Star Soul. Unfortunately, the life forms of these pointy-eared creatures are too unstable and can be easily altered by external forces.

Don't underestimate them. These guys are immortals like us and have extraordinary fighting power.

You deal with her! Yrel.

You see, there are so many demons here, just enough for you to start your Hand of Argus recruit trial.

Although in our time, cannon fodder like hellhounds and imps were not counted, and at least big guys like demon guards were counted as heads, but times have changed after all, so I'll lower the standards for you.

Remember, thirty devil indicators!

No one can be left behind.”

The saint said in a gentle tone:

"That fel elf commander counts as ten heads. Go, take care of her! Don't compete with her in skills; use the Draenei's natural strength to crush her."

"But your safety"

Irel had not forgotten her duties, but then she saw the saint's gloomy gaze. If Dick fell to the point where he needed a new recruit like her to protect him, the Sentinel's glorious life would probably be over soon.

"Okay, be careful."

Irel felt that she was being looked down upon. Holding the jeweled hammer, she secretly vowed to let the saint see her growth. So she rode the ram with all her strength and rushed towards the fel commander. Under Dick's surprised gaze, in their first fight, Irel took advantage of the opponent's afterswing and decisively opened her wings.

The scorching holy light turned into wings and spread out behind the little hoof. As she roared, it covered the war hammer, leaving a glorious burn mark on the opponent's body in a proper Judgment of Ashes.

This guy's talent is terrifying!

She is worthy of being the woman who will become the "Holy Light Tyrant" in the future.

After only a few fights with Dick, she had already learned the "Rage of Vengeance", which many old garrison officers found difficult to master. Moreover, the "Judgment of Ashes", which focused light and heat to deliver a fatal blow, was a unique skill of the Sentinel, and she had also learned it.

Well, the boy is teachable.

Yrel is truly a rare SP character in the Draenei Clan pool, and her quality is truly high. Compared to her, even the SSR-level "Uncle" Maraad seems a bit slow to learn.

By the way, in the official history, there is a story between the uncle and Yrel that is hard to say whether it is a story of comradeship or mutual attraction. Anyway, the result is that the uncle used the "Divine Intervention" that a paladin can only use once in his lifetime to save the little hoof. And it is hard to say whether Yrel's final "holy light blackening" was affected by the fact that he witnessed the uncle's death in front of him.

In short, Dick doesn't believe you when you say there is nothing going on between these two people.

However, when it comes to her best friend Samara's survival options, Yrel's little hoof is quite the neodymium-copper type. Her relationship with Samara truly transcends ordinary sisterly friendship. Furthermore, according to Diakum's observations, while Yrel is usually assertive and courageous, in their daily interactions, the more delicate Samara seems to be the one making the decisions.
Oh, Holy Light, please forgive the dark heart of the Vigilant.

"As expected, a warrior of light shouldn't dwell on such dark matters. If I continue to think about it, I might just bring upon myself the 'divine punishment' of the Holy Light. So, sir, how long do you plan to hide? Do you really think I'll let my guard down in an ambush like this, giving you the chance to strike a fatal blow?"

Dick canceled the summons of the Holy Steed and dropped himself to the ground.

Holding the Grudge of Kazzak in his hand, he tore apart the two demon guards who approached him recklessly with ease and the unique pleasure of a warrior of light slaughtering demons. With the help of the kill, he released the magic curse on the demons around him, and then threw out a group enhancement to buff his children.

Finally, he turned around and looked behind him, scolding:
"If you wanted to launch a sneak attack, you should have done it just now. Now you don't want to fight, and you don't want to retreat. You are a real man, but you are acting like a coy girl. Are you trying to make me laugh to death this way?

get out!
Kilrogg Deadeye!"

When Dick swung his hand and the sharp blade of the Sword of Justice released a beheading glow, the legendary chief hiding at the edge of the battlefield finally appeared.

He swung the magic halberd in his hand above his head, shattering the descending holy light blade, and then threw out the thing in his other hand. With a bang, the heavy blood ring battle flag pierced into the ground under brute force.

This unique ritual opening made Dick raise an eyebrow.

He looked at Kilrogg Deadeye, who had been demon-forged and even had fel bone spikes growing on him, and said:
"Are you planning to have a Mak'gora with me?"

"Yes, one on one! You and me! Win or die!"

Kilrogg raised his left hand, pointing the finger at the Sentinel with a burning evil fire, and said in a hoarse voice with an "echo":
"Only one person can survive!"

"Does it make sense?"

Dick scolded:
"Look at yourself now! After drinking the devil's blood, can you still proudly call yourself a child born under the blood moon in the Nataan Jungle? You! When you drank that disgusting thing, you didn't deserve any honor!

Well, a sense of honor, that's the only comforting thing I can feel from a warlike orc like you.

What a pity, you threw it away with your own hands."

"maybe."

Kilrogg's face, covered with fel scars, showed a twisted smile. He said:
"But you must agree. Because apart from you, no one in this city can stop my assassination! You are very weak now, and you can't stop me even if I want to break through. Your only chance to protect the others in the city is to defeat me and kill me here."

"I understand. You are here to die."

Diakum brandished his spear, adopting the starting stance of the garrison commander's tactics. He said:
"It seems Gul'dan has angered you, and you've already realized that he's no good. Unfortunately, you don't have the ability or the courage to stop the Horde's chariots.

Death as atonement?

No, die to prove your will
Okay, okay, come on!

After you die, I will tell your son your lessons. If he embarks on the path of the orcs who should be the "Guardian of Draenor", I will also regard him as a trustworthy comrade and successor.

As for your skull
If I have the chance, I will return it to the Bleeding Hollow orc caves, to be placed beside the eye you sacrificed to see the vision of death."

"You know quite a bit, draenei."

Kilrogg Deadeye laughed and rushed forward with his fel halberd. During the collision with Kazzak's Blade, the fel orc roared loudly:

"I come to die! I come to meet my destined death! I also want to try to transcend that death, just like every Bleeding Ring orc tries to defeat fate! Come! Give me an honor! Or, witness my death!"

(End of this chapter)