Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 74: 29. Sachiel only wants to ask questions. What's wrong with Sachiel? [Updated 32/50]

(Additional update for brother "Chuck Wesley" [2/5])
Diakum is actually a very easy-going person.

This is how the ancient Eredar who participated in the Thirty Days' Decisive Battle with him described him. Generally speaking, as long as you don't touch the Sentinel's bottom line, you can even tell some jokes that are disrespectful to the Holy Light in front of him. If the Sentinel is in a good mood, he will even reply to you with a bad joke related to the Holy Light.

But this moderation has its prerequisites.

You must be seen as a trustworthy teammate by him, you must have the same firm beliefs as him, and you must regard the demons of the Burning Legion as something that must be killed, just like him.

So, it's quite easy to make friends with Dick. Just go hunting demons with him. If you can surpass him in hunting demons, he will definitely take you in as his confidant.

On the other hand, it is also easy to irritate him.

Make peace with the devil in front of him, or create an evil ritual to slaughter the Draenei in front of him, or use your extreme ideas to seduce those silly and lovely young Draenei and turn them into pathetic warmongers.

Now, at this moment in this battle, the great traitor Osar has violated all three taboos.
So, he got to see Diakum Zastins in the "Holy Light Butcher" state as he wished. Even though the opponent was still weak after being over-sanctified and having his fate reversed, facing his ruthless conquest, Osar and his fallen lackeys could not even hold on for three minutes before being thrown into the desperate situation of Holy Light Judgment.

This is actually quite normal.

Osar was not an archbishop who excelled in military prowess, and the incident tonight happened suddenly, so he had no time to summon the elite soldiers and generals of his Sargerei to his side. It was already very good to have an immortal sentinel with combat power comparable to that of a legend to guard his door.

In his plan, Quaram could buy him at least a few hours, enough for him to summon a group of elite demons in the Temple of Karabor to escort him out. With the support of the followers of the Altar of Sha'tar and Socrethar Rise, there was a high probability that he could escape.

But the plans couldn't keep up with the changes.

In other words, all seemingly feasible plans become like the moon in the well and the flower in the mirror when encountering a player like Diakum who can cheat.

Having just completed the magic casting, he could only throw out spells filled with fel energy in vain, but those things could not even break the defense when Dick launched the scorching sun of the Sun Herald, and they could not even get close to the Sentinel.

Instead, those fanatical Sargerei Corrupted tried their best to assassinate the Sentinels, but were strangled to death one after another.

The Hand of Argus's new recruits didn't even need to take action; their commander single-handedly slaughtered his way through the filthy fel hall before them.

The bodies of the Manari were mercilessly burned, leaving only clusters of hot ashes wherever Diakum went. That meant that the legendary talent [Ashebringer] had been activated, and the purified demon bodies would be reduced to ashes along with their demon souls.

In terms of expressiveness alone, the Sentinel at this moment not only frightened Osar, but even made the warriors following him dare not get too close.

However, after Dick released all the pent-up holy power and obtained the eye of the storm that could enhance energy manipulation, his holy light was already well controlled, and he would not be burned if he entered the scorching sun again.

Of course, this exaggerated light and heat distribution will still heat up the armor. But this is the field of physics, and Shengguang said he can't do anything about it.

"Stop! Stop!"

When the last Manari who tried to escape was nailed to the ground by Dick with the Blade of Kazzak, and screamed and turned into ashes and dissipated in the milky white flames, Osar finally realized his own ending very clearly.

The big red creature was so frightened that it dropped its jeweled sword and shouted to Diakum, who had grabbed his spear:

"I can explain! Let me explain!"

"I'd rather hear you wail."

Dick threw out these words, stepped forward, swung his spear and smashed it on the fel shield that Othar was trying his best to hold up, but the burning of the holy light had destroyed the sacrificial ceremony in the hall. Othar could not get the fel energy infusion from the twisting void and had not yet completed the ascension of the great demon as described in the official history. He could only rely on his will to survive to withstand the holy light attack in front of him.

When Dick swung his spear for the second time, despair appeared in Osar's eyes and he shouted:
"I am protecting my people in my own way! You foolish and stubborn old man! You have no idea that the Burning Legion's defiler has set its sights on the Draenei clan. That butcher has burned many worlds of the Eredar over the past ten thousand years, and it is his mission to hunt us.

This world is too barren, it cannot withstand the attack of the Burning Legion!
But besides being mercilessly poisoned by the polluters, our people have a second way to escape destruction.

Yes!

Vigilant, listen to me!

I am different from those Gul'dan-worshiping Defiler bastards. I am loyal to our former people and leaders!
The Conqueror and the Shaper are secretly helping us!
As long as we become Man'ari, we will be a member of the Burning Legion, and the Defiler will have no reason to attack us and this world. The Holy Light cannot save us in this situation. We have been lost in Draenor for more than two hundred years, and the Lightforged Fleet of the Legion of Light has no intention of looking for us.

Don’t you understand yet?
The Draenei clan has been abandoned by those weaklings!
The path I'm walking is the only path to salvation, and the one who truly wants to lead our people into a dead end is you, a stubborn old lunatic brainwashed by the Holy Light! Do you really think that without the strengthening of the Star Soul, we, weak as we are, can withstand the Withering Demon Army of the Polluter?
Don't be stupid!
It's no longer your time!
The fairy tale of Argus should have ended long ago. You are trying to bring innocent people into the return you desire by holding on to wishes that are impossible to fulfill.
damn it!
Argus is now one of the Burning Legion's bases in the starry sea. Even if we unite with the Legion of Light to return home, what difference would it make to our own deaths?
Wake up, Diakme!
You are destroying your people's only hope of surviving Draenor's doom!"

Osar's screams and roars made Dick stop the execution. He held the sharp Kazzak's Grudge in his hand, and the broad spear tip, shining with light and heat, was pressed against the traitor's red neck.

The white holy light burned him and made him grimace, but at this moment he could only try his best to speak out his "justice" so that the sentinel in front of him could realize his mistake.

"Such a familiar saying, like a steak that has been chewed at least three times."

Dick stared at Osar, who was huddled in the corner, and said:

"I have the impression that someone said something similar to me before the Thirty Days of Argus. So, did Sachir teach you these bullshit theories? He regards cowardice and betrayal as survival skills, and slanders courage and perseverance as illusions.

Haha, it really fits my stereotype of a spineless rat like you.

Can you contact Kil'jaeden and Thal'kiel?"

"Yes, I can. I have a Legion communicator."

Osar saw that Diakam's tone had softened, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He pointed to the holy statue on the other side of the hall and said:
"It's right below the statue of Saint Tahamat. It was given to me by Lord Stalker Talgath when we first arrived in Draenor. He appeared in person from the shadows and conveyed to me the Conqueror's concerns about the current situation of the Draenei clans."

Dick waved his hand, and Maraad immediately went to the statue to look for the hidden Legion communicator.

The Sentinel looked at Osar and signaled him with his eyes to continue.

In order to survive, Osar had no choice but to do as he was told.

他 说:

"The Conquerors and the Shapers have always had their sights on the Draenei clan, but they don't intend to execute us personally out of old friendship. It was for this reason that Cenarius the Defiler was recruited into the Legion by the Shapers.

Yes.

I know it's hypocritical!
Since you couldn't bear to be the executioner of your own people, you outsourced the task to another lunatic. But hypocrisy aside, the two adults' actions in the past made them more like qualified leaders than you or Viren!

Those Eredar Star Sea clans that were defeated by the Defiler will receive as much assistance as possible from the two masters.

The Holy Light cannot protect our people, but the Conquerors and Shapers can! In our homeland of Argus, millions of Eredar are living there as Man'ari. They are indeed polluted, but so what?
They were able to escape the precarious life of exile, return to their hometown with a clear conscience, and reclaim their inheritance!

Isn't that the ideal of you ancient Eredar?
Oh, we embrace the Holy Light in order to survive in this dark age. Can't we embrace the Fel Energy for the same purpose? At least the Fel Energy will truly give us the power to protect ourselves, while you and your Holy Light will only make us die for justice!

You are the real hypocrites."

Facing Osar's increasingly loud scolding, Dick did not respond. He turned around and looked at the children of the Governor's Guard and said:

"Is this the way he deceived you?"

"No, Vigilant, he never mentioned the need for all of us to degenerate into a humble existence."

The female warrior said with disdain, anger and disgust:

"He only promised us a strong response to the orcs. If we had known his intentions, we would have reported this cowardly bastard to the Aldor priests long ago."

"But you have now heard Osar's purpose, which he calls 'the only salvation.'"

Dick pointed at the hideous traitor and said:

"Children, it's time to make a choice. Are you going to give up the Holy Light and embrace the Fel Energy for the power and destiny promised by Osar?
Or will you continue to fight in Draenor with your fellow believers in the Holy Light, against the Blighted Fiends, whom Othar considers invincible, to protect the homeland you cherish?"

"My Lord, this is not a choice at all!"

The female warrior said loudly:
"The Draenei have been exiled in the astral sea for twenty-five thousand years. Our fathers have been fighting wits and courage with demons for twenty-five thousand years. For us, there is no compromise or surrender when fighting against demons.

It is normal for everyone to have different opinions on the Great Prophet's desire to seek peace with the orcs, but if someone tells us that we must kneel down to the devil in order to survive, then no one present will agree with this shameless statement!

We have seen many worlds destroyed by the Burning Legion across the stars.

Those extinguished stars tell of tragedy. Joining the Burning Legion is not only a betrayal of ourselves, but also means that we will become accomplices of the astral disaster! And the actions of the Man'ari who obey Kil'jaeden and Thal'kiel on various worlds cannot be hidden from us!
Struggling for survival is bullshit. As commanders of the legion, they love to command the demons to destroy everywhere. They hope to turn other people's world into the hell of their hometown in their eyes and feel a disgusting sense of accomplishment and satisfaction!
Our fathers captured Manari during their travels, and the images of those guys being tried are still used as teaching materials for the garrison course. As we all know, magical images have timestamps and cannot be faked.

Osar is just a frightened coward, and his selfish choices do not represent the thoughts of us young people.

do not worry!

We have inherited the courage and faith of our ancestors in the fight against evil."

Dick nodded in satisfaction.

He looked at Osar and said:
"Look, your words are pathetic. They can't even deceive young people, so how dare you use such pathetic words to deceive a Warrior of Light? Open this communicator. I want to speak to the leader of the Fallen!"

"Bewitched? Haha, if you think this is bewitched, then go ask the young men of Sargerei."

Osar has also given up.

He sneered and said sarcastically:
"Saint of Light, everyone can speak well, but facing the attack of the Defiler's Withering Demon Army, at least I took action. What about you? You will only lead these young people to their deaths, just like you did on the world of Argus. The Dark Titan clearly gave you another choice.
Ah, twenty-five thousand years of exile, what kind of tragic ending would be worthy of this suffering of displacement?

Diakme, you!

You are nothing but a clown trying to fight against fate."

He activated the Legion communicator in front of him. As the fel energy device, which could not be understood by engineering concepts, operated, crimson beams of light popped out and wove from it, and soon a familiar figure formed in front of Dick's eyes.

Although it was not a holographic projection, one could vaguely see that the other person was sitting on an exaggerated throne, with a magic book at hand, which he was slowly flipping through.

It is worth mentioning that this guy has a beautifully crafted skull suspended on his shoulders, but a piece of his head is missing.
"Osar? Why are you contacting me now? Look, kid, I'm quite busy. It's never easy to train those useless juniors into outstanding spellcasters.

Especially the uncontrollable violent mind that comes after sipping fel energy.

Oh, if only my former assistants and students were still here, they really have a lot of experience in education."

A long, teasing voice rang out from the illusion of the legion communicator.

It was standard old Eredar with a hint of the upper-class accent of the big city of Oronaar. The choice of words and sentences was extremely sophisticated, and the complicated adverbs used were not even found in the current Draenei language.

But Dick not only knows how to speak it, but he is also quite good at it and really likes this complex yet refined language. It is the mark of his "hometown", and there are very few such relics in this era.

"You're going to die, aren't you, Osar? From the fear in your eyes, I know you're in trouble that you can't solve.

I have told you more than once that you cannot be clever when doing big things, and you cannot rely on unreliable collaborators for success or failure, but it seems that you have not been able to absorb the wisdom I have given you.

What a terrible apprentice."

Sachir's familiar voice echoed in this hall purified by holy light. After ridiculing Osar's incompetence, the figure in the illusion finally raised his head.

He has a standard Eredar build, but unlike the crimson skin of the Fallen, the body of the great demon lord, Sachir, miraculously maintains his original skin color, but his eyes, which are flickering with fel sparks, betray him.

It looked at Diakum Zastins who appeared before it with a look of surprise and nostalgia.

After a moment of silence, it took a deep breath, and with a gentle smile on its face, like an old friend meeting, it waved its hand with the elegant courtesy of an arcanist and said:

“I am glad to see you, Diakam, my child.

I'm curious, how long did it take you to awaken from the 'blessing' of the Holy Light? And how long did it take you to find Osar, this less than outstanding apprentice?

"really?"

Dick sighed and said:
"We haven't seen each other for over 25,000 years, and this is the first sentence you say after we meet? You can even curse me for the two failures I brought you, but you feel very strange to me now, Sachir.

I understand Kil'jaeden's title of 'Conqueror,' but what exactly does your title of 'Shaper' mean?"

"Ah, forgive me, Diakum. I've actually been meaning to ask you that question you didn't answer before, but seeing how favored you are by the Holy Light, I know you've already made up your mind to go down this path to the bitter end."

Sachir wiggled his finger, making the strange skull spin around it.

It closed its magic book and said to Dick, like an old friend who had not seen each other for a long time:

"'Shaper' is the nickname I gave myself. I believe there are too many talented fools like you in this sea of stars who have gone in the wrong direction. I hope to use my wisdom to help you regain the right ideals and life.

You see, my most proud work is the strange antler man who wants to spread the plague of decay across the starry sea.
But I seemed to have used too much force when shaping it, causing it to have some ambitions it shouldn't have. Its ups and downs over the past few thousand years have made Kil'jaeden and I lose all patience.

But since Osar's 'rescue' failed, it means that you will soon see the Defiler.

Based on the quality of your 'old friend' as I recall, he'll likely be a less impressive but more formidable opponent. Diakum, defeat him, kill him, and let the spirit of that increasingly unruly little jerk dissipate, freeing up space for me to welcome the Legion's third true master.

Kil'jaeden hoped that person was Velen.

But I disagree with this. I think you, who can devote all your passion and persistence to a big cause, are obviously more suitable.

Ah, when the Butcher of Holy Light falls to the level of a great demon lord, the entire astral sea trembles in the fel frenzy you unleash."

"I'm certainly looking forward to the moment we meet, Sachir."

Dick responded:
"I don't want to be so rude, but the fact is, you should be thankful that Velen saved you in Oronar over 20,000 years ago. If I hadn't made some mistakes back then, you would have gone to hell long ago.

I will personally complete what I failed to accomplish. The end of your son Archimonde will be your end!"

"Well, you want to provoke me, but you still have to abide by the rules, and the rules are now in my hands, Diak'um. You must kill the Defiler to be qualified to challenge me and Kil'jaeden.

You better do this quickly."

Sachir reminded:

"Our master has once again found the destiny he longed for. If you truly wish to defy fate, time is running out, child. Compared to true greatness, everything that happens on Draenor is nothing more than a third-rate piece on the sidelines."

If you don't step onto that glorious stage, you will never be able to transcend.

I've been to that world!
The entire legion and I suffered a bitter defeat there. I have to admit that it is indeed much more magnificent and fortunate than Argus.

I have a feeling, Diakme, we'll meet there eventually.

Oh, about my pathetic apprentice Osar.
Give him a quick death, okay?

That was the fate he deserved as a less-than-stellar betrayer, a third-rate schemer, and a shameful power-seeker."

"No! No!!! You promised me!"

Hearing Sachir's gentle "request", Osar was completely desperate.

The ferocious Manari fell to his knees, struggling and shouting:
"You have given me my true name! Shaper, you promised me eternity! You cannot abandon me like this! I have sacrificed everything for your desire!"

"Actually I can, kiddo."

Sachir still spoke in a calm tone. He said:

"'Socretha the Eternal' is your desire to ascend to a demon. What I promised you is only the qualification to embark on this path. You need to rely on yourself to make the difficult journey to reap the glory of ascending to a demon. The Eternal will be born in Draenor, but it may not be you.

It's just a name.

Alas, the comprehension ability of today's Draenei is so poor. I really don't know how Velen provides basic education?

It seems that after losing the Academy of Mysteries that I carefully built, the Draenei have become ignorant. You should learn more from my 'good friend' Diak'm, so that he won't say such stupid things.

He knew that everything he desired had to be obtained with his own hands, rather than begging for favors from others.

Children, here is one last lesson for you!
It is best to defeat uncontrolled ambition and tame it, or if you can't do that, destroy it as quickly as possible.

Look at what you have become now, dragged down by your ambition.

Alas, you are nothing but a rotten tree, unworthy of any hopes or expectations. Burning in the flames of holy light is the only ending you deserve."

Before Dick destroyed the Legion communicator, the Shaper gracefully made an Eredar funeral gesture to the dying man.

The next second, Osar was pressed to the ground by the burning hand of holy light.

Dick held his shoulder with his right hand and placed his left hand on Osar's forehead like a pastor preaching.

The latter struggled, screamed and begged, no longer possessing the dignity of an archbishop. Finally, under the gaze of the young Draenei and the two archbishops, milky white holy light poured into Othar's flesh and blood, and turned it into scattered ashes and bones as Dick raised his hand and recited the Word of the Holy Light.

The spirit strangled its own neck in the air and screamed silently, trying to pray for mercy from the Holy Light that it had abandoned.

The holy light did not respond, but instead burned more decisively. Amidst the spirit's final curses and screams, it transformed into a fierce gust of wind that slammed into Diakum, blowing his hair up.

That was his last counterattack.

It’s a shame that in the end he didn’t become the “Eternal” he longed for.

"Call all archbishops and second-level archons to the Temple of Karabor."

The Sentinel turned back to Akama and said:

"In the name of the commander-in-chief of the Draenei clan's armed forces, I demand that they come on time to attend the meeting between the two clans to be held by the High Prophet and Chieftain Ner'zhul. I only give them two days! Those who fail to arrive within the deadline will have their positions revoked.

Nairi, you will lead the rangers to Socrethar's Rise immediately. The arcanist will send the vindicator there as well, and Maraad will serve as your lieutenant. Surround and hunt down the Sargerei followers there.

If the fallen dare to resist
Kill without mercy! "

(End of this chapter)