Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 8 8. Don’t look down on this chance to die! How many people want to die but don’t have the means?
"Ugh, that hurts."

This was Dick's first words after he was able to speak.

He stroked the scar left after the wound on his throat healed, and when his fingers touched it, he could still feel the burning sensation as if it had touched fire.

High priestess Ms. Isana used a professional term called "burning therapy" before the treatment, which actually represents the characteristics of the healing power of holy light.

Mild spells like healing and recovery were fine, but when it came to fatal injuries like Dick's, which required a large amount of holy light to heal, the light and heat generated was no different from burning.

This is why in the official history of Dark Portal, those powerful paladins often appear in exaggerated scenes of burning their enemies to ashes when fighting against evil. The extreme release of a huge amount of holy light in a short period of time will definitely produce a burning effect like fire magic, and the light and shadow produced by the burning holy light are very dazzling.

There's even a sense of "light pollution".

This is also an important reason why the Paladin is nicknamed "Best Actor".

The exaggerated light effects they bring when fighting are indeed a bit too gorgeous and luxurious compared to the "simplicity" of other professions.

Dick stood up, clenched his fists to feel the strength, swung a few punches on the spot and then did a swift roundhouse kick. His agile movements showed the strength of a high-ranking garrison officer, without a trace of the weakness of a patient.

As expected of a legendary priest serving the Naaru, his healing and dispelling skills were nothing short of miraculous. A few hours of treatment gave Dick a new lease on life.

Although Ms. Ishana never mentioned the price of the bottle of blessed medicine she gave Dick, the therapeutic effect was so good that one could tell with just a little thought that it was definitely priceless.

If he had not been noticed by the Grand Consul, such a good thing would definitely not have been given to a captain of the academy security team.

He didn't even have the time to thank Ms. Ishana in person. Before he woke up, Malderan sent Ishana away. After this was over, he would definitely go to the Naaru Temple to thank Ms. Ishana in person.

When Dick put on his garrison officer armor and pushed open the door, carrying a long-handled war hammer with a hammer head carved from a large gem, he saw the five little warriors discussing strategies on how to use more efficient tactics to pass the "Devil's Unparalleled Trial".

Seeing their dedication, Dick nodded in satisfaction. He then coughed and said to his so-called "disciples":

"Kids, let's change the training subject today. I will be your opponent."

This unique habit of speaking made the five young warriors turn around immediately, and then they were surprised to see that Commander Diakum had fully recovered. His voice was quite magnetic, and there was a hint of excitement in the garrison commander's calmness.

Of course, Dick calling the five little strong men "kids" was not intentional to take advantage of them.

Although the Eredar are an immortal race, they also have ethical generations among themselves. Dick was over two hundred years old when he completed the High Guardian Trial in the Krokuun region, and he served as the head of security in the Academy of Arcana for thirty years. At the age of three hundred, he can indeed be called an "elder" when facing these "children" in their early teens.

But compared to a thousand-year-old like Archimonde, they were certainly not impressive. Kil'jaeden, Velen, and Thal'kiel the Enlightened were all over four or five thousand years old. It was said that there were even "older generations" in Eredar society who had personally witnessed the First Sorcerer, Ogul, but that was tens of thousands of years ago.

Of course, the fact that the Eredar are immortal and will not age does not mean that they will not die. Illness, accidents, and suicide caused by major blows have always been important causes of death among the Eredar.

In addition, although the Eredar are immortal, their race has a very unique "flaw".

It is said that if the eredar lose the will to persevere in despair but do not die, or encounter the corrosive pollution of dangerous external energy, they will "degenerate" to their most primitive state under the torment of spiritual suffering.

The entire torso will shrink, the strong limbs will become short and ugly, the tail will fall off, and the face will become hideous and collapsed.

The legend of "The Broken" has been circulating in the Eredar civilization, but not many people have actually seen the Broken. Therefore, most Eredar regard it as a "horror legend" and often use it to scare naughty children, such as if you don't behave, the Broken will catch you and eat you.

But Dick knew that the Breakers were real!
After the final fall of the world of Argus, those poor people who failed to escape with old Velen and were unwilling to join the Burning Legion and become demons degenerated into the Broken in the long torture, and even developed their own social system and civilization.

"Are you recovered?"

Fariya came forward with her spear in hand, looked at Dick, and said:
"Are you sure you can participate in actual combat now? You should recover slowly after being injured, sir."

"Isn't it just 'slowly recovering' that I'm sparring with a bunch of you new recruits?"

Dick waved his hand and said with a smile:
"Do you still think you can defeat a high-ranking garrison commander? Children, confidence is good, but overconfidence can lead to failure.

Come!
You go first!"

He moved his arms and drew out the jeweled hammer behind him, assuming a perfect defensive stance.

The tactics of Diakum's high-level garrison officers were etched in Dick's mind like a brand. Watching the five little warriors fighting each other these days, he had been itching to fight. Although he couldn't use his professional skills, just the basic moves were enough to make Dick adapt to the "inheritance" of this skill more quickly.

He also had to make himself stronger as soon as possible.

Although he understood the true meaning of the Holy Light's morality, Dick believed that he should be cautious in choosing such a vow that affected his entire life, and was not in a hurry to renegotiate the Holy Light Contract.

"Come on, come on!"

Faria is a person who never gives up, and she became motivated after hearing Dick's words.

Under the gaze of her companions, she moved cautiously with the spear in hand, then suddenly stepped forward and thrust. The holy light in her body also attached to the weapon at this moment, making the spear emit a brilliant light, and the visual of the battle looked very exaggerated.

But Dick just took a step back to create distance.

This was even an instinctive reaction of muscle memory, coming from Dick's battle memories when he was "young" against the dangerous shadow leopards in the petrified forest and protecting herders on the prairie. Although this body's past was mediocre, its combat experience was by no means full of slacking.

The Krokuun Frontier is not a kind place, and any child who grows up there and succeeds cannot be truly mediocre.

When Fariya wanted to move forward to continue the attack, Dick swung his warhammer and hit the center of the spear that had lost its balance. The huge recoil force almost made Fariya's weapon fall out of her hand. Just as she was about to retreat to defend, she saw Dick jumping over with the warhammer, releasing his left hand, swinging his fist and hitting her chin from bottom to top.

This random punch sent Fariya flying, and she fell to the ground in a daze.

She was stunned.

As I was rubbing my head, I saw Dick come forward and extend his hand, saying apologetically:
"Sorry, I just recovered and my control over my strength is still a little lacking. Are you okay?"

"It's okay, but..."

Faria said helplessly:
"Your fighting style is too unconventional. Such tactics are not found in the garrison commander's manual."

"But when you're attacked by shadow leopards in the Petrified Forest, this is the best way to deal with them. The speed of your weapons can't keep up with the frequency of those 'ghosts' claws."

Dick pulled Faria up and said to the others:
"Training according to the canon can strengthen your basic skills, but you can't always fight with basic skills. You must learn to combine them flexibly. More importantly, you must learn to unleash your holy light at the right time.

The Holy Light energy of recruits is very limited. It cannot help you increase the destructive power of your attacks all the time. Only when you are sure that your attack can hit the target, you can compress and transmit the Holy Light to the weapon in a short period of time to enchant your attack with radiant damage.

In my experience, it's best for new recruits to use Holy Light for defense rather than offense.

It's really hard for you to seize that fleeting opportunity.

Most importantly, you are still unfamiliar with controlling Holy Light, and it is difficult for you to be as flexible as high-level garrison officers in a short period of time."

"Then you should teach us this technique."

Faria rubbed her aching chin, staring at Dick with sharp eyes, and said:

"You're a high-ranking garrison commander. You must know the tricks of this energy manipulation, right?"

"I would, but I can't."

Dick showed a hint of helplessness and loss that was just right. He raised his left hand, looked at it, shook his head and said:
"My Holy Light's morality is broken, children. The Holy Light will not answer my call until you find a new oath worth upholding for your whole life."

"Ah this!"

This answer shocked the five little strong men.

The breaking of the moral principles of the Holy Light is really rare among the Eredar garrison. After all, they are creatures blessed by the Holy Light, and their natural affinity with the Holy Light makes it easy for the Eredar to sense the existence of the Holy Light.

But then, after hearing Dick's account of what had happened to him, they realized, just like Garrison Commander Malderan, the "impact" that the tragedy had had on Commander Dick.

"Principal Archimonde is so evil!"

After hearing this, Yimiira grabbed the staff in indignation and said:
"How could he treat his loyal followers like this?"

"Loyal blood spilled in the wrong place."

The usually taciturn swordsman Traman made a rare comment.

He looked at Commander Dick with pity. No wonder Commander Dick was so determined to fight against the evil master and disciple.

"It's all over. I firmly believe that no matter how long the night is, there will be a dawn. I also firmly believe that this storm will soon dissipate."

Dick encouraged like a kind and persuasive elder:

"You should learn from my mistakes and not follow the same path I did. I once thought that Archimonde's support of me was good luck for a country boy like me, but the facts prove that every gift bestowed by fate has a hidden price.

Keep training, kids.

Although I cannot use the Holy Light, the skills and strength I have gained through years of training cannot be underestimated. I will use this experience and skills to quickly arm you.

Faria, Telamon, this time you two attack together!
Everyone else get ready!
I won't end this today until you fully understand the value of the title of 'High-ranking Garrison Officer.'

They trained like this for a whole day, and except for eating and resting, the time was used to hone their fighting skills. Dick went from "copying" at the beginning to having a sense of "mastery" at the last moment. After all, that was indeed his "own" combat experience and skills.

Although he was a mediocre example of someone who rose to power through nepotism, at least he was able to pass the high-level garrison officer trial on his own, which proved his worth.

But on the other hand, the five little strong men are in trouble.

Dick used them as a touchstone for "regaining strength". At the beginning, the five of them could fight evenly, but by the afternoon, all five of them were beaten up by Chief Dick.

It wasn't their fault. Even the most talented unpolished gem needed polishing, not to mention they were still young, their strength, physique, experience, and manipulation of Holy Light far from reaching their peak.

In the evening, when Dick announced the disbandment with full energy, the five little strong men still dragged their tired bodies and broken hearts back to their resting place.

But when Dick returned to his room, he saw a familiar guy sitting on a chair admiring the calligraphy he was practicing.

"Lord Talgas? When did you arrive?"

Dick asked as he put down his warhammer.

The hunter raised his head, a perfectly false smile on his dark face, and said:
"Not even that early. Just when you beat up five kids, do you enjoy bullying kids, Commander Diakham?"

"I'm just training them. Don't you see? These five children are very talented. They deserve the careful guidance of the seniors."

Dick replied, and Talgas shook his head and said:
"They're just talented. The Eredar civilization has never lacked talented people. Their success isn't solely based on talent. Just like the two girls you imprisoned in the utility room next door, I'm puzzled why you haven't executed them yet. Perhaps you have plans for them?"

"Well, I won't hide this. Archimonde still needs a reply to reassure him."

Dick nodded and said:
"I'm also confident that I can persuade two young people who have gone astray to get back on the right track in life. You see, although I'm only a security captain, I'm also their physical education teacher.

We can't just mention the words 'teaching and educating' in front of good students, right? "

"Wow, what a righteous statement! I just don't know what he's really thinking. After all, those two girls are quite rare in appearance, and their special status as twins is a big plus."

Talgas let out a strange, rather inappropriate laugh, then stood up and threw a scroll to Dick.

He said seriously:
"This is a secret order from Lord Commander Kil'jaeden!

The good news is that Lord Commander Kil'jaeden and Grand Archon Velen have made a decision. Based on the evidence collected from various sources, they have preliminarily agreed with your accusations against Archimonde.

The bad news is that Archon Velen is as merciful as ever.

He believes that a twisted desire for power alone is not enough to sentence Archimonde to death, so if this matter had followed normal procedures, your headmaster would at most be dismissed from his position and exiled with his spellcasting ability revoked."

"Ah! As expected of Grand Archon Velen."

Dick sighed with mixed feelings.

He took a look at the scroll in his hand and understood. If Commander Kil'jaeden decided to follow Archon Velen's advice, then Talgath would not have appeared in front of him with the secret order. Therefore, at least in this matter, Commander Kil'jaeden, who was more decisive, obviously had his own ideas.

Dick opened the scroll and examined it, then frowned.

"You have seen the instructions from Lord Commander Kil'jaeden. I believe you can understand the meaning of this order."

Talgas put his hands behind his back, assuming the dignity of a minister close to the emperor. He walked up to Dick and whispered to him:

"The commander was unwilling to destroy his perfect and long-standing friendship with Archon Velen for a 'little guy' like Archimonde, but he also thought it was not a good idea to let a talented spellcaster who had learned fel magic run around.

With the enlightenment of his predecessors as an example, the commander was not willing to take risks with the well-being of the people and the stability of the country.

So, you 'Avenger' have been given a very personal opportunity, Garrison Commander Diachem.

Before the elite warriors under General Elodus come to clean up the mess, you can find a way to get rid of Archimonde. You can use any method. The Assassin's Court and I will also provide you with the necessary assistance.

But there is one thing you must understand!

Once official forces intervene, you must stop any action, otherwise if something goes wrong, Commander Kil'jaeden will not say a good word for you!
The Assassin's Court will also deny the existence of this secret order."

"I can understand a time-limited 'license to kill', a 'permit not to exist'."

Dick was very knowledgeable and placed the scroll on the candle at hand and lit it, leaving no evidence. Such professionalism made Talgas nod in satisfaction.

He emphasized to Dick:
"You'd better have a complete plan, especially when it comes to self-protection. The Assassin's Court isn't very good at saving people."

"I have a plan, and I would rather you and your assassins and hunters focus more on your target than on your own protection."

Dick said seriously:

"You don't fully understand fel energy and warlocks. You don't understand that the gift of fel energy allows those 'Man'ari' to entrust their souls to external objects. They will create an evil object called a 'Soul Stone' to preserve the soul after the body's death.

Both Thal'kiel and Archimonde are warlocks, and they both master such skills.

I'm not sure at this point whether Thal'kiel and Archimonde have completed the pure corruption of fel energy, if they have become demons, then things would be even worse.

You must know that demons cannot be killed in the material world!

Their souls returned to the source of the evil energy, and were finally resurrected under the catalysis of time."

Talgas's expression changed slightly, and he said:
"This is indeed important information. You are right. We don't know enough about warlocks and fel energy. But it seems that you are very good at this."

"I am undercover, Lord Talgas."

Dick said calmly:

"To gain the recognition of the Awakener Cult, I spent a great deal of time delving into that evil knowledge. If it weren't for the protection of the Holy Light, I would have fallen prey to the temptation of fel energy long ago. In fact, I've already produced a report on my understanding of warlocks and fel energy."

He walked to his desk and took out a scroll from a secret compartment. This was something he had written while practicing calligraphy these days, and handed it to Targas.

Also joked:
"My wrist wasn't very strong before, so the handwriting is ugly. I hope you don't mind."

"Actually, I just took a look. Your handwriting wasn't very good when you were healthy. It can only be described as 'acceptable'."

Talgas made a sardonic remark, then he read the scroll carefully and nodded, saying:

"This knowledge is valuable. If you survive, I will commend you to the Assassin's Court. I hope you survive, Diakmudic, can I call you that?"

"Isn't a nickname just for being called by others?"

Dick smiled and said:
"How can I contact you when I need the help of the Assassin's Court?"

"use this."

Talgas handed over a device that combined an ingenious machine with an arcane runestone and said:

"Press the button when you need to contact me. Once the rune stone is broken, someone will naturally contact you. But you'd better not use my subordinates as cannon fodder, or I'll be very angry. This is probably the last time we meet before this is over.

I say the same thing, Dick.

I wish you good luck, may your vengeance be exacted, and may your holy light bless you."

"Thank you. I will act accordingly."

Dick sent Talgarth away.

Watching the other person disappear into the evening night, he would look at the burning ashes beside the candlestick behind him, and the light in his eyes became complicated.

Kil'jaeden is indeed Kil'jaeden.

The title of "Cheater" in the future may have come from the compliments of the demons, but his cunning and ruthless judgment were definitely innate.

This secret order seemed to give Dick the power to act freely, but no matter whether Dick succeeded or not, no matter whether Archimonde would die at Dick's hands, Commander Kil'jaeden's hands would not be stained with a trace of dust.

He gave Dick the chance to risk his own death, but Dick had to thank him in the end.

This is the power of authority and wisdom.

In terms of IQ and combat talent, Kil'jaeden may not be as good as Archimonde, the genius spellcaster, but in terms of emotional intelligence and conspiracy ability, ten Archimondes are not worthy of carrying Kil'jaeden's shoes.

This was the value of the Grand Archon of the Eredar civilization at its peak. Unfortunately, old Velen was still as indecisive and overly kind as he remembered.

It seems that it was not the belief in the Holy Light that made Velen gentle. In fact, this Grand Archon has always been a kind and benevolent person.

But that's not a bad thing either.

If I am forced to follow a great archon to "travel the world" in the future, then by staying with Velen, at least I don't have to worry about dying inexplicably in a conspiracy that I need to carry out.

This is the value of the only guy who is recognized by everyone as a "good guy" among the many complex characters who have appeared in the Dark Gate history spanning tens of thousands of years of grievances and hatreds.

But since he had obtained Kil'jaeden's authorization, Dick no longer hesitated.

He pushed open the door and walked to the adjacent utility room, signaling to Faria, who was standing guard at the door, who immediately opened the door. Dick walked in and looked at the two "captives" who were tied up tightly and had not eaten or drunk a drop of water in two days.

He squatted down and said to the two "bad students" with fear in their eyes:

"The Holy Light has granted you a chance to choose again. Children who have strayed from the right path, I hope you will carefully consider your next response to me.

Even the merciful Holy Light has the wrath to slay demons!"

Ps:

Thanks to the leader of the alliance "Gugu who eats meatballs", the additional chapters will be counted as on the shelves!

(End of this chapter)