Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 75, Chapter 30. Ashbringer (crossed out), Dustbringer mass production plan! [Updated 33/50]

(Additional update for brother "Chuck Wesley" [3/5])
By the time Archbishop Hataru, who arrived late, arrived at the Governor's Mansion with his technical craftsmen, all the fighting and confrontations had ended.

The rescued civilians were being escorted out of the official residence by the garrison. Of course, with the vigilance of the sentinels, the priests from the Aldo Temple were still checking whether there were disguised Man'ari or rarer Nathrezim among these guys in the name of "treatment".

Archbishop Akama presided over these finishing matters, while the new recruits of the Hand of Argus carried buckets of holy water and purified the entire Governor's Palace under the guidance of priests.

What happened here alarmed the surrounding streets, but several arcane guards were stationed nearby to prevent citizens from approaching this dangerous area.

"I'm late. I brought the Arkonite Crystal to shut down the Eternal Guardian, but it looks like you've already figured it out?"

Archbishop Hataru looked a little tired.

This was normal. He had come here from Elodor Town, and the preparations he had to make along the way were not as easy as he had imagined. Facing his question, Akama, who had witnessed the end of Osar and felt a bit sad, nodded silently. He said softly:
"Several destroyed Arcane Guards require urgent repair by you and the craftsmen. As for the Immortal Guard, there's no need to worry. The Vigilant Saint has used his method to reset the command protocol for Lord Quaram.

But now it seems to obey only the Vigilante's orders."

"what?"

This result made Hataru's eyes widen. He pushed the engineering goggles hanging on his head and said with some doubt:

"Executing a hard rewrite command on the Immortal Guard's mind core crystal without shutting down? This is a bit too outrageous and a violation of the Craftsman's Manual. Uh, I know I shouldn't say this now.

But what about Osar?

Why didn't I see the traitor?"

"He was purified by the hands of the saint himself."

Akama shook his head and sighed:

“It even skipped the entire process of questioning, trial, conviction, hanging, burial, and cremation. It was reduced to a pile of burning ashes in one step. The body was dead, and the demonic soul was also completely burned.

The saint said that the demons purified by his own hands will never have the chance to return to the Twisting Nether and be resurrected, which means we can say goodbye to Osar forever.

Well, maybe that damn demon name he gave himself should be used.
Socrethar the Timeless."

"Execute directly?"

Archbishop Hataru suddenly burst into anger and shouted:
“How can this be!

He was an archbishop. Although he had already been convicted of treason, lynching him without trial completely violated the social norms and legal basis of the Draenei. We are all civilized people who abide by the law. As an archbishop, we must set an example and uphold the majesty of the law.

This Vigilant Saint is a bit too impulsive."

"Ok?"

Hataru's scolding came from his stubborn adherence to the rules as a craftsman, but the busy Hand of Argus recruits nearby could not bear to hear this.

Especially the Governor's Guards who had witnessed Osar's pitiful Manari form and almost made a big mistake under his instigation. These young men glared at the reckless Hataru. They were all radicals. If the Vigilant Saint had not appeared, they would have been led by Osar to carry out an exciting "Sibisibi Kudieta" on these weak archbishops.

Some civilians who were rescued by the saint himself even rolled up their sleeves excitedly and wanted to come up and argue with the archbishop.

What's wrong with executing traitors?
Not executing a bastard like Osar on the spot would be a real honor to him!

The Draenei society has fallen into such a state because of the bad deeds done by you, the Archbishops who are out of touch with the real world.

How dare you blame this kind of thing on the saint who saved the day so many times tonight?

"You, if you haven't seen what's going on in the mansion, why don't you keep your mouth shut? This straightforward engineer really needs to change his personality and stop rushing to defend Osar!"

Akama immediately took Hataru's hand and walked aside. He said in a serious tone:
"To be honest, when I saw with my own eyes the disgusting things he made in the Governor's Mansion, I wanted to rush up and stab him.

What's important now is that the Saint has decided to hold a meeting in the Karabo Temple in two days. All archbishops and second-level archons must attend. I estimate that there will definitely be severe questioning and reprimands at that meeting.

Maybe I will have to make a summary of the Archbishop's own work. Nellie reminded me to be fully prepared.

If you perform too poorly, you might be stripped of all your positions and honors on the spot by the vigilant.
You've been repairing those arcane guards in Elodor, perhaps you don't know?

The Great Prophet granted him the position of commander-in-chief of the Draenei armed forces when the Sentinels entered the city, which was basically equivalent to raising Saint Diakum to the same position as Archon Hatun.

A two-man ruling party may soon become a three-man ruling party.

Of course, for the current precarious situation, I don't think this is a bad thing. The fact that Ossar was able to seduce so many young people to form the Sargerei proves that the five of us have failed to take good care of our people in the past two hundred years."

"Alas, I will not shy away from my mistakes, Akama."

Archbishop Hataru sighed and said:
"But what I'm worried about now is Auchindoun. You know, the Sha'tar researchers led by Othar have been studying the remains of His Majesty the Guardian, Narud'ori, for over two hundred years. Those sacred objects have been stored in the Auchindoun Necropolis.

If it's been established that the followers of Othar are a traitorous organization, then isn't the sacred cemetery of Auchindoun also one?
That is where we pass on the fragments of the Star Soul's will to the people!
Once the devil seizes the opportunity, I'm afraid..."

"That's what Nellie and I are worried about, but our brother, the stern yet merciful 'Speaker for the Dead' Maladaar, has been personally in charge of the Holy Land of Auchindoun for many years."

Akama stroked the tentacles on his chin and said:
"Given Maladaar's uncompromising nature, there's little opportunity for Osar and his followers to secretly cause trouble. However, the specific circumstances can only be confirmed after the investigation results are released.

Also, I'll tell you something in private.

The Saint decided to reorganize the 'Assassin's Court' and 'Inquisition' of the Second Co-Governance. The former, commanded by Archbishop Nari, was responsible for investigating the corruption and depravity hidden within the people, while launching a series of front-line reconnaissance and intelligence transmission in the war against the orcs.

The latter will be commanded by the saint himself!
He will use the thousand-year-old glorious veterans of the Hand of Argus Legion as a framework, absorb the most enthusiastic and strict compatriots from the current garrison and priest classes to join, and make all-round preparations for future battles with demons. The Hand of Argus will also be transformed from a legion organization to an Inquisition organization.

It will continue to have military responsibilities, but in addition it will have some policing and intelligence powers."

"What exactly does he want to do? Is he planning to centralize power?"

Archbishop Hataru was horrified and exclaimed:
"But doesn't this go against the tone set by the two archons? The exiles must unite, and this unity between classes must come from within, not be forced by those in power.

This is the foundation on which the Council of Bishops is built.”

"It's normal to use extraordinary measures in extraordinary times, especially after confirming that Othar is involved with the Shadow Council. We have to face not only the provocation of the orcs, but also the demonic army of the Defiler who is eyeing us covetously."

Akama said in a deep voice:

“I personally support this decision, as does Nari, and I hope you will vote in favor at the meeting, Hataru.

You have to understand that this is no longer the time to put personal morality and persistence above the interests of the people. You have not experienced the final battle of Argus, so you cannot understand the horrific scene when the demons launch a general attack on a planet.

Believe me, in that situation, only a brave and legendary commander like the Vigilant can lead our people to fight their way out. He did it 25,000 years ago, and I believe he can replicate the miracle of that year in this era.

The most important thing is that such a devastating defection as Osar’s must never happen again!
The people's confidence cannot withstand repeated destruction. Internal investigations within our respective classes must be launched immediately. At this moment when the enemy is at hand, the destructive power of a single traitor bent on evil is far greater than that of a hundred enemies."

"Ah."

Hataru nodded and said:

"I know this is necessary. I... well, I will vote in favor. When you and Nari asked us to be vigilant about the changes in the orcs, I was bewitched by Ossar. I chose neutrality, which almost led to the destruction of the Temple of Karabor.

I won't make the same mistake again.

Oh, may the Light curse that damned traitor!"

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"So you get tired too, Vigilant?"

Nellie's teasing voice rang out beside Diakum, causing Dick, who was treating himself, to burst out laughing. He shook his head and said,
"First, I purified a fallen Naaru, then completed a Mak'Gora with a demonized legendary orc, and finally executed a traitorous archbishop. I completed all these tasks in one night. If I still don't feel tired, then you should suspect that some filth has taken over my body."

"That's true, but those young people already regard you as the embodiment of the Holy Light in Draenor. They admire you fanatically. I've never seen those always confused young people admire a senior they just met so much."

Nari teased, bringing a simple but substantial midnight snack to Dick's side and placing it on the table, then sat cross-legged on the balcony of the house near the Aldo Temple area.

This is Ms. Ishana's private residence, which is loaned to Dick for the next few days until he is officially assigned an official residence that suits his status.

Ms. Ishana is destined to be very busy tonight, and to be honest, even when she is not busy, she rarely returns to her private residence to rest. She likes to stay in the temple to meditate. This habit has been developed since the Argus era and has been preserved to this day.

"Shouldn't you be leading the rangers to Socrethar's Rise to round up the Sargerei followers?"

Dick devoured a piece of perfectly cooked cleft-hoof steak in two or three bites and said in surprise:
"As the Archbishop, you should personally undertake such a mission."

"It will take time for the rangers to gather, and the arcanists are still opening the portal. I'll rest for a while before going over."

Nellie put a piece of cut blood apple into her mouth, glanced at Dick, and said:
"What? I took some time out to come here and keep you company, but you're still not happy, right?"

"Why would I, an old man over 20,000 years old, be unhappy?"

Dick smiled and said:
"I'm mainly worried about the damage to His Excellency the Archbishop's reputation. After all, you've lived alone for a thousand years, and now you're at another bachelor's house so late at night. That wouldn't sound good if it got out."

"Haha, listen to the stories those young people are telling. My reputation is long gone."

Nellie shook her head and said:
"If we maintain a normal relationship after you wake up, it will disappoint the people. You know, even under the protection of the Holy Light, our people have a heart that can pry into private matters.

Although we are immortal, we are no different from other species in our love of gossip.

so.
When are you going to marry me?"

"cough cough"

The saint, who was eating to replenish his energy, nearly choked to death.

While pounding his chest to catch his breath, he stared in amazement at the Ranger Archbishop who was covering his mouth with his hands and laughing. The latter was laughing so hard that he fell backwards, as if he had seen the funniest scene in his life.

"Alright, alright, I was just kidding. My answer that night was sincere. Diakum, the burdens you and I carry are too heavy. The fulfillment of our World Oath and our duty to the people alone are enough to keep us from thinking about personal problems as we forge ahead."

After Nellie finished laughing, she said to Dick very seriously:
"I came here tonight specifically to tell you this. Don't feel guilty about me because of what others say. I am stronger than you think, and I have enough patience to wait until the day when Argus is liberated.

When you and I have unloaded this heavy mission, we will still have enough time to support each other and live our lives.

And during this period.
I mean, if other girls throw themselves at you, I wouldn't mind. Back when our race was still calling itself the Eredar, this kind of promiscuous behavior was already being promoted under the guise of 'romance' and 'life experience', just to increase the population.

Especially for those who are determined to be single, they will just regard all this as a coincidence of fate."

"Hey! What kind of image do you have of me?"

Dick knocked on the table in dissatisfaction and said:

"If this is a knock on the 'real girlfriend,' I think your statement has already hurt my feelings."

"I'm just giving you a heads-up, Diakum."

Nellie glanced outside the balcony at the twilight of dawn.

She stood up, walked behind Dick, put her arm around his broad shoulders, and whispered in his ear:
"You may not realize it yourself, but you actually already had more than one admirer back in your time in Argus. You told me before that you could hear sounds from the outside world while you were asleep.

So what did that Gemini couple, who are always hot and don't hide their feelings, say to you when they left the Genedar? You won't forget it, right?
Tell you!
I was there when they said goodbye."

"They are them, and you are you. It's different. Geminis have never been good students, you know."

Dick made a pale defense, but Nellie put her finger over his mouth and said:
"I don't need such an explanation, but they also have the right to pursue their desires.

Most importantly, they are the classic kind of Eredar singles that the archons who want to increase the population want to drug them. Their existence does not affect the relationship between you and me.

And I absolutely believe that after the news of your awakening is passed back to the Holy Light Army, the Geminis will definitely find a chance to come back and see you.

Until then, I hope you won't make some 'cruel' decisions because of me.
They have experienced the same arduous journey of 25,000 years as we have, and their lives have been much more dangerous than mine. Although every conversation is glossed over, I believe that what has supported them to this day, in addition to the pursuit of power, great achievements and the World Contract, is also the teachings and confidence you once gave them.

Dick, don't let those two souls who were once cunning and dim but have embraced courage go back disappointed.

They asked for something different from me.

I have selfishly taken away your destiny in life, so I can no longer ask you not to hand over this brief reunion to someone else."

"Alas, that's just us Eredar people who are outrageous in every way."

Dick reached out and took Nellie's wrist, which was around his neck, and kissed it to his lips. He whispered:
"If a girl from another race said this, I would definitely think she was testing me, but as for the Eredar, well, I can only say that we do have our own national conditions."

"Look! Daybreak is coming!"

Nellie enjoyed the precious moment of solitude with Diakum. After a few minutes, she leaned in Dick's arms and pointed at the sky outside the balcony. They looked up and saw a light shining down from the clouds, even more magnificent than any previous dawn.

The "eternal night" of Shadowmoon Valley seems to have been dispelled.

"Kara has returned to the Holy Light, and the night shadows woven by the Dark Star are no longer there. Of course, it may take hundreds of years for the weather here to return to normal, but at least we can see the sun here now."

Dick hugged his "real girlfriend" and said:

"I will protect you and make up for the responsibilities I have missed over the past twenty thousand years. But you should be prepared. Perhaps soon, we will set off for a new world."

"Ok?"

Nari said in surprise:

"Even if Her Majesty Kara is resurrected and can contact the other naaru in the Legion of Light, it will take time for them to send ships over. Exploring new worlds is not easy. Besides, didn't you say you would stay in Draenor and defend this world until the demonic threat is over?"

"No, I don't mean the Draenei, but you and me."

Dick explained:
"Thal'kiel revealed to me a message that the Burning Legion's main target is currently in another world, and we must convey the news of the demon invasion to the people there. Most importantly, Nairi, the Holy Light has given me some foresight that the fate of the world of Draenor will eventually be bound to that world.

Until then, you and I will be the best pathfinders for the people."

"Well, if that's the case, then yes."

Nellie says:
"Over the years, I've become accustomed to landing on those docking worlds in advance as a sentinel of the people, but the situation on Draenor is still unstable, so let us focus on the current crisis.

I should leave now. You can rest here for two days.
If that old woman Isana is interested in you, why not give her some sweet treats? No, give her some bitter treats! "

"Oh my god! Nari, Ms. Isana is our senior!"

Dick pinched Archbishop Nellie's tail helplessly and said:

"She and Old Velen are from the same era. She's old enough to be your and my grandmother. Besides, Ms. Isana has dedicated her entire life to the Holy Light. She is our most steadfast and chaste sister of faith."

"Tsk, do we Eredar still care about this? Do you understand the value of immortality? It doesn't exist. It just depends on whether she wants it or not."

Nari rolled her eyes and instead of leaving via the stairs, she jumped off the balcony where her war beast, Gora, was waiting for her.

After his girlfriend, who had come to tease his heartstrings, left, Dick prepared to rest for a while. He was indeed a little tired.

But just as he closed his eyes, he keenly heard the sound of the door opening downstairs. This made Dick turn over and silently grab the Kazzak's Grudge at hand. Then he heard Ms. Isana calling:
"Brother Diakum, are you here? Is it free now? I'm coming up."

"No way?"

Dick's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that Nari's predictions were right? This thirty-thousand-year-old grandmother was going to eat a twenty-thousand-year-old young man?
Do you have such a good appetite?

But it turned out that he thought too much.

When Ms. Isana walked up to the second floor, Dick saw the box in her hand at a glance. The dark aura emanating from it made the saint frown.

"Is this the remains of the body that His Majesty Kara severed earlier?"

Dick went forward to examine the box filled with many dark crystal fragments that looked as if cast from shadows.

These shadows are completely different from normal corrosion. They are torn fragments from the Naaru's entropy demon form. The shadows hidden within them are of the same level as the holy light of the Naaru's normal state. In other words, this is a true "demigod-level material."

The last time Dick got such material was from Kazak's magic horn.

"Yes, the priests spent a lot of effort to collect these shadow-filled crystals from the broken pulpit. Some of them even burned their fingers by rashly touching them."

Bishop Isana, who also did not sleep all night, said with a headache:
"We don't know what to do with these things right now. His Majesty Kara suggested that I hand them over to you. He said that you have experience coexisting with His Majesty Lula's fragments and might know how to use them."

"My experience is of no use."

Dick sighed and said:
"We can't forcibly integrate these filthy fragments into a garrison officer to create another me, can we? The symbiosis between His Majesty Lula and me was a true accident, a process that cannot be replicated.

but"

Dick stared at the shadow fragments in the box. Under Ishana's careful gaze, he reached out and pinched the larger piece. Judging from its shape, it should be a crystal fragment that was cut off from the edge of the core of Her Majesty Kara's body. That is the most core and powerful component of a creature like Naaru.

At the moment of contact, the cold breath bit Dick's fingers like a poisonous snake, but Dick's flesh and blood transformed into a strange crystal shape at this moment and did not suffer any harm.

He examined the fragments in his hand.

As expected, he thought of a legend about a holy light artifact, and after a single breath, he poured his scorching and magnificent holy light into the fragment of the entropy demon.

This thing is not big, but its energy tolerance is surprisingly strong!

As Isana watched in shock, Diakum poured into it the holy power of at least ten high-ranking garrisons or priests. Only then did the dark fragment slowly transform into an incomparably dazzling holy light crystal within the strange milky white holy flame.

This transformation process caused visible sweat to flow from Dick's forehead.

He loosened his fingers, letting the fragments of golden light float in his palm.

The warm golden holy light emanated from it, allowing Isana to draw a triangular holy emblem on her chest. She felt the sacred power that was the same as that of the Naaru but different from it.

"A downgraded Atama crystal."

Dick said to Isana:
“We can use it to forge weapons. What I mean is, we can summon the best craftsmen and use these precious materials to create earthly artifacts of holy light for our warriors!
The demons are coming, Lady Isana. We no longer have the protection and reinforcement of the Argus Star Soul. If we want to defeat them, we must do everything we can to arm ourselves. The arrival of these sacred crystals is just in time."

"Well, after watching you purify these crystals, I also realized that this might be the enlightenment of the Holy Light to us."

Ms. Ishana said seriously:
"There is indeed a connection between light and shadow. Your Highness Kara has experienced everything. Perhaps our doctrine will soon have a new volume of 'Chapter of Light and Darkness'. Your suggestion is also very good. I will call the crystal ironsmiths of the Ordo Temple to discuss how to make your own weapon.

But others don't have your holy power to purify these crystals with exaggerated tolerances.

Perhaps Prophet Velen and I can do it, but only we can."

"So-called sacred objects cannot be held by mortals, Isana."

Dick had his own understanding of this. He looked at the hundreds of filthy crystals of different sizes and shapes in the box and said:

"Let's consider this as part of the Trial of Holy Light. If our compatriots can purify these sacred objects through various coincidences, it means that Holy Light favors them and bestows upon them a great destiny.

To achieve great things, you must do inhuman things
Especially in these turbulent times, our people need young heroes to step forward!"

"You're right."

Ishana was convinced.

She heaved a sigh of relief, put away the box and crystal, and prepared to take them back to the temple to issue such an order. However, before leaving, Isana said in a low voice, a little embarrassed:
"Could you please discuss doctrine with me in your spare time? Forget it, let me be frank. Could you please let me meditate for a moment under your holy light?"

"Ok?"

"Well, it's like this. I used to be a high-ranking priest of His Majesty Lula. His Majesty Lula is like my family and elder, and you have a part of His Majesty Lula's aura. Although it's strange to say this, being with you does make me feel relaxed and happy.

Of course, this is a personal request!
If you’re busy, forget it.”

Dick looked at Isana with expectation. He couldn't say no. After all, he did take away Lula's remains. However,
Nellie!
It seems like your bad words are really coming true.

(End of this chapter)