Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 73 28. Congratulations on winning third place in the "Who is the Saint's Most Hated Guy" competition

【Updated on 31/50】

(Additional update for brother "Chuck Wesley" [1/5])
When Dick led his men to the Governor's District of Karabor Temple, Naili and Akama were commanding the Karabor guards to storm the traitor's lair.

Both sides deployed giant defensive units like the Arcane Guards. Those five or six meter tall arcane machines were fighting each other in this cleared area. The loud noise caused by the collision of steel made this place look like a battlefield.

Outside the Governor's Mansion of Osar, there were some fanatical followers who were constantly casting various spells. Dick stepped forward and took a look around. After seeing the red-skinned Manari among those guys, his expression became quite ugly.

Whether it is the Eredar or the Draenei, the transformation into the Corrupted takes time.

Ossar's followers are currently staying in the highlands south of Shadowmoon Valley, but the followers he left behind already have fallen ones, which is enough to prove that they came into contact with the fel energy much earlier than expected.

"But it's difficult for the Man'ari to escape punishment under the scrutiny of the Holy Light. The fel energy flowing through their bodies will drive them to do some very exaggerated things. I can't imagine how Ossar hid these fallen people in the Holy Land of the Holy Light, the Temple of Karabor, for so long. This cannot be explained by the other archbishops' negligence."

Dick said to Nellie beside him:
"These fallen have mastered some damned hiding skills that allow them to evade the inspection of the Holy Light. This means we won't be able to determine how many followers of Ossar there are and where they are hiding in a short period of time.

Is the traitor in there?"

"Yes! Yura just ventured out to investigate personally. She saw Osar personally presiding over some evil ritual in the mansion."

Nellie whispered:
"As for your doubts, it is certain that the Sha'tar priests, led by Governor Osar himself, must be thoroughly screened. They have been responsible for the safekeeping of Naru Deori's remains for the past two hundred years, and have been trying to find a way to contact other Naaru from them.

Our leader, Osar, has betrayed us. No wonder this important work is progressing so slowly."

"They may have discovered some knowledge, but Ossar clearly has no intention of sharing it. He only wants to trap us in Draenor."

Archbishop Akama frowned and said:

"Othar wrote several books to spread his ideas. Although those radical ideas seem somewhat naive to Eredar like us, for the younger generation, especially those born in Draenor and who have not experienced exile, if they regard Othar's theory of power as a guide for life, then corruption is the inevitable outcome."

"Now is not the time to talk about this!"

Dick interrupted Akama's worries and said:

"Have the people in the Governor's Mansion been rescued?"

"We organized a raid and rescued some, but the rest were taken deep into the mansion. Osar apparently wanted to sacrifice those innocents to his demon master."

Nari loaded the purple gem hunting rifle in her hand and said:

"Akama arrived just in time. He blocked Othar's plan to escape to the Altar of Sha'tar. Now that guy is desperate, he has nowhere to run."

"Then follow me!"

Dick nodded and said:
"Defeat these Man'ari madmen before they complete their ritual."

"Wait a moment, Vigilant. Archbishop Hataru is on his way. He has a way to deal with these arcane guards that Osar uses to protect the mansion."

Akama stopped him and said:

"Due to his status, Osar has mobilized the oldest and most powerful Immortals we have, the Eternal Guards, to protect him. These guards are driven by soul cores. They were all warriors who had experienced countless battles in their lives, and therefore, when they died in battle, they received the best engineering bodies as their battle coffins.

This is a new tradition the draenei have cultivated in exile, a testament to our sacrifice and courage, but they are unthinking and easily exploited.

These steel giants have immense destructive power, and forcibly impacting them would undoubtedly cause unnecessary losses."

"ancient?"

Dick paused for a moment and said:
"How old are these guards?"

"The 'Immortal' at the head is said to have come directly from the Age of Argus."

Akama sighed and said:

"Osar kept it with him under the pretext of 'researching ancient technology.' The technicians under that traitor also equipped it with many offensive weapons, making its combat power comparable to that of a Legendary."

"The Arcane Guard is the specialty of the Arcana Academy's magical technology. If it comes from the Argus era, it definitely came from the Arcana Academy."

Diakum searched his magic bag and quickly found the emblem of his former captain of the Arcane Academy security team. He then raised it high and strode to the front of the fighting arcane guards. He shouted:
"This is Diakum Zastins, captain of the Arcane Academy's garrison! With the security authority granted to me by the academy, I demand that you immediately initiate the authentication sequence! Enter command reset mode!"

As Dick shouted, the largest of the Arcane Guards began to beep. Fighting one against three without losing, it took a few steps back with its huge and heavy body. Then it closed its shield-shaped arms and entered "standby" mode as its internal machinery operated, amidst the flashes of the round purple gems dotted all over its body.

These arcane guards stand in a posture like elegant golden carved pillars. People who are not familiar with these huge guards will find it difficult to distinguish them at first glance, which fully demonstrates the artistic bacteria that the Draenei inherited from the Eredar that has nowhere to go.

Dick stepped forward, holding his security captain's badge, and touched the ancient arcane guard. He asked:
"Report your identity! Warrior."

"Arcane Guard Commander Quaram, from the rank of Arcanum Garrison Officer, is at your service, Commander Diakum! Beep, initiating greetings. I'm delighted to see you again after over 20,000 years."

A mechanical voice came from the Ancient Guardian's voice module, causing Dick to raise an eyebrow and say:

"Guard Quaram? I remember you! My ancient and loyal brother. Didn't you board the Pure Light with Archon Verara? I remember all the members of the Arcane Academy were on that ship.

Why are you here? "

"Start the answer command."

The powerful metal giant replied:

"I was inspired by your feat. After hearing that Prophet Velen was about to lead the Draenei clans to become sentinels to attract the demons' attention, I volunteered to lead a team of garrison officers to the Genedar to follow the Prophet into exile.

My body was destroyed in an encounter 16,000 years ago, and I later joined the Arcane Guard, who have fought alongside me for over 10,000 years.

Do not grieve over my fate, Commander Diachem; I have acquired an immortal body, which will allow me to pay tribute to the deeds of you and Brigadier General Malderin, and to dedicate the rest of my life to the protection of my people."

"But you were used, Quaram, my battle-brother."

Dick sighed and said:
"Ossar betrayed our people and joined the Burning Legion! He held civilians hostage and performed evil rituals in the official residence. I must defeat him! I need your help. You are a brave veteran with thousands of years of experience, so I recruit you to join the Hand of Argus Legion as General of the Hand of Argus!
I appoint you as the Breaker of the Formation tonight, to rescue our people from imminent danger!"

"Ding, the authority has been overwritten! The Immortal Quaram is registered as a new recruit for the 'Hand of Argus' Legion! Activate the war order! Traitor, unforgivable!"

With a roar clearly filled with anger, the huge arcane guard once again entered combat mode.

Its huge shield-shaped arms rose as it stood up, and then smashed down with tremendous force, knocking to the ground the arcane guards who obeyed Osar's orders. Then, at Dick's command, this legendary immortal gathered its strength on the spot and smashed its fists into the Governor's Palace behind it.

Bricks and stones flew everywhere with a loud noise, and the wall that served as the first line of defense was smashed. The Manari fled in fear but were chased by Quaram and trampled to death one after another.

As a thousand-year veteran who experienced the decisive battle of Argus, hatred for demons is written in its bones, even if it has become the core of its soul. However, after the wrong order is corrected, the Immortal War Guard is still willing to burst out the most extreme power to protect his former companions and fight into the evil land.

Seeing that Dick had really persuaded the ancient immortals to rebel, Naili and Akama immediately led their respective soldiers to attack Osar's mansion from both sides.

The formation was broken so suddenly that the Manari didn't even have time to react before Dick rushed over and killed them. If they tried to escape, they would be shot by arrows and bullets by the rangers rushing from all directions.

Osar's followers are radical young people.

After they degenerated into Manari, they were no match for the Awakeners in terms of force or cunning. Facing the attack of the regular army, they were almost defeated at the first touch.

But the guards stationed inside the mansion by the rebellious governor were the real elite.

They wore the same Karabor Temple Guard armor as the attackers, used the same crystal-forged weapons, and even had the same appearance and origins, but now they had to draw their swords against each other in this temple of holy light because of different philosophies.

But Dick, who rushed in with the new recruits of the Hand of Argus, did not attack immediately.

He held up his battle staff wrapped in holy light and stared at the silent governor guards in front of him. He looked into the eyes under their helmets, and in those eyes he saw determination, fanaticism, but also a hint of confusion and helplessness.

They will fight to the last moment for the Governor's orders and the ideals they believe in, but they really cannot understand why they have become traitors to the people overnight?
They were still defending this beloved city in the evening!
"What did Osar promise you?"

Dick asked loudly:
"Look at me! Children, I am Diakum Zastins, the Sentinel, the Commander-in-Chief of the Hand of Argus. I come from Argus, and I have experienced Argus's most despairing day!
Like your parents, I bid farewell to my hometown in despair.

I thought that after going through all that and still choosing to move forward with our heads held high, no further hardship could defeat us, but now I see a group of Draenei with convictions following the wrong leader, committing unforgivable sins against their own people!

So, tell me, children, what did that traitor promise you? What promise could make you give up your ability to distinguish right from wrong, and blind your still steadfast hearts? What kind of promise could make you willingly serve the devil?

"We don't have it!" screamed a female warrior among the Governor's guards:
"We did not follow those evil temptations, we did not fall into the Manari! We are only following the orders of Governor Osar, who is the only one who can lead us to protect our homeland!
The Great Prophet is a cowardly leader. Facing the provocation of the orcs, he only thinks about peace, but completely ignores the fact that our people are already under the threat of war!
Our ship has crashed! Vigilante.

We can't leave this world. Whether we like it or not, the Draenei have to live again in Draenor, but the orcs will not allow us to embrace peace.

The archbishops are a bunch of cowards who dare not resist!

Only Governor Ossar promised us a future where our people could live the peaceful lives they desired on the world of Draenor.

Argus is good in the story.
I know that for you ancient eredar, no place can replace the Argus in your hearts, but we were born without ever seeing that legendary homeland.

For me, Telmo, where I was born, is my only home! Just as you uphold that ridiculous and unattainable world oath, just as you claim to return to your hometown, I must protect my family and my hometown.

My hometown is here!
Right under my feet!
I was born and raised here, and no matter what you say, I will not give it to the orcs who are eyeing it."

The warrior woman's voice was filled with anger and despair.

Obviously, she didn't think that warriors like them could resist the mythical vigilant saint, but she didn't hide her thoughts and said them out loud.

Such a rebuke made Akama and Nari look sad.

It was because they failed to take good care of these radical young people that the ambitious Osar bewitched their minds. Dick had been dissatisfied with the Council of Bishops since he woke up, and there was a reason why the voices of these young people now represented the dissatisfaction of the Sentinels.

Under their leadership, in just over two hundred years, such terrible cracks appeared in the people's minds. Facts have proved that the Council of Bishops did not complete their work. Even if there were terrible traitors who were secretly misleading people, the Council of Bishops' dereliction of duty cannot be ignored.

"Verann is no coward! The Great Prophet is stronger than you think."

Dick took a step forward and tapped the ground with his staff. Amidst the swirling light, he said loudly:

“But I feel your grievances, kids.

Not everyone can sit idly by while their families and loved ones are threatened. The orcs are indeed a problem, and just now, on my way here, I personally executed an orc chieftain who had declared war on Shadowmoon Valley.

I promise you, that won't be the first Orc Chieftain to die at my hands.

Just as I promise you, after I return, I will never allow any of my people to be harmed by a shameful war.

Time is running out and I can't explain too much to you.

But you have all heard my story, and you all know what the Sentinels are like. I make a promise to you here, and I ask the Holy Light to witness my oath of protection. I will never allow the hometown in your hearts to be defeated by disaster, nor will I allow Draenor to suffer the same tragedy as Argus.

So, kids, who would you rather believe?

Is it that bastard Osar who persecutes people and summons demons in the secret room behind you? Or is it me, an old man who has just awakened from the enlightenment of the Holy Light?

Faced with Dick's promise and his questioning, the governor's guards remained silent. When the female warrior who spoke earlier gritted her teeth and threw the first spear to the ground, the conflict had actually disappeared.

She said very tiredly:
"The people were not harmed. We protected them and did not allow those Manari to get close to them. Osar was cruelly using his own followers as sacrifices. In fact, if you had not suddenly appeared, we would have escorted the civilians away.

We just want to fight the orcs and make them pay with blood.

We do not want to hurt our compatriots. I was wrong. I let you down. You were my childhood hero. I feel guilty towards my people."

She drew a protective sword and was about to slash it across her neck, but the quick-eyed and quick-handed Nari shot the weapon away.

"Good kids, they are all good kids. This is not your fault."

Dick quickly stepped forward and embraced the young man who wanted to atone for his sins with his death. He patted the young man's shoulder and whispered with the spiritual comfort of a pastor:
"Now I need you to take up arms and come with me to find that bastard Osar and ask him what truth he has been hiding from you for all these years. It was he who colluded with the orcish Shadow Council to try to provoke a confrontation between the two races. He is the instigator of this war and the toxin that the demons used to poison the people's hearts.

Don't worry, kids.

I promise you that no one will hold you accountable for your mistakes. You have done the right thing, just like me when I was young. I acknowledged my mistakes, drew a clear line between myself and the past, and bravely assumed my responsibilities.

Come!
Come with me!
Let us put an end to this foolish, shameful, and evil game of Osar."

He strode forward, the new recruits of the Hand of Argus following behind him. As Maraad passed the weary warrior woman, he bent down, picked up the spear, and pressed it into her hand. He said:

"I grew up in Argus, but I've been living in Telmo for the past few years. Behave yourself and don't bring shame to our city!"

"Yes! Captain Maraad."

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In the deepest part of the Governor's Mansion, the hall that should have been a place for praying for holy light was now a river of blood.

Because of the Governor's guards' tough protection of the people, the desperate Manari could not get enough sacrifices, and could only use the young people who were fanatically pursuing Osar as materials for the demon blood sacrifice.

These young people joined an organization called "Sargrey". From the name, we can tell that it represents the servants of "Socrethar the Eternal".

They once thought it was a glorious thing. The incited young people believed that they could finally get rid of the weak prophets and incompetent archbishops, and follow the people-caring Governor Osar to launch a "holy war" in the world of Draenor in the name of protecting people's right to survival.

But there is always a gap between brilliant ideals and cold reality.

Those cold corpses that had fallen in the filthy rituals probably could not believe when death came that the Governor Osar they followed would cut their necks without mercy.

With the help of the blood sacrifice rituals of the Manari, pure fel power is echoing in the hall. They roll and merge into the tall body of Governor Osar in a cheering posture, turning the original blue-purple skin into a more aggressive red in the infusion of power.

This is Man'ari's rite of fall, the first step towards completing the magic forging.

Unfortunately, the reward for ascending to magic that Osar wanted was destined not to be obtained today. He failed to fulfill the visions he promised to the overlords in the twisting void, so naturally he could not get the most tempting reward.

"Notify the tribesmen in Socrethar Rise to abandon that place and reunite with my servant Rathorn to continue carrying out that important plan."

Osar, who was in the process of casting magic, closed his eyes and felt the power surging in his body. As a former Holy Light Walker, his tone was cold at this moment.

他 说:

"Also inform my favorite champion, Haveri, that she can bring her warriors to join the Shadow Council. The return of the Vigilante is a very troublesome situation. Gul'dan must speed up the process to complete our plan of bloodbath Draenor before he does something damned bad.

Haveri is the strongest and most gifted warrior among us, and Gul'dan must harness her power.

I may not be able to leave the Temple of Karabor today, but my servants, we have been blessed by the Twisting Nether and we have immortal souls!
This defeat is of no consequence. The Legion will triumph. The Legion will..."

"boom"

A searing explosion interrupted Ossar's sermon to his servants.

When the Manari elites who had knelt in front of the traitors stood up with weapons in hand, they saw the Vigilants in the Holy Light Forge rushing towards them like angry rams with spears in hand.

The other party didn't even intend to say a word to them, and started with the killing tactic of Judgment of Ashes.

The Kingsguard, which had not been summoned during the previous battle with Kilrogg, was also summoned out. Its appearance represented that Dick now had a cold murderous intent in his heart.

It was almost the same murderous intent that seethed in him when he executed Gul'dan.

"boom"

A Man'ari was grabbed by the neck by a Sentinel, lifted up and thrown to the ground, and then his head was crushed by a burning hoof. His filthy soul howled, trying to escape the burning of the Holy Light and return to the Twisting Nether, but under Othar's wide-eyed gaze, the soul of the fallen was caught up and burned by the cruel Holy Light, and finally turned into a cloud of flying ash.

"I hope you have completed the magic forging! Osar, perhaps I should call you another name, the Eternal Socrethar."

Dick strode towards Osar with enthusiasm and dedication, and he scolded:

"I hope you have received the so-called fel blessing from the Twisting Nether, which has given you a supposed immortal soul, allowing you to hide in the Twisting Nether without the wrath of justice.

That means I can burn you with holy light, and that means I won't have to see your disgusting face again in my life.

Don't have any arrogant fantasies about your own ending. I can tell you clearly that the demons purified by my own hands have no chance of resurrection!
you!
Same here! "

(End of this chapter)