Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 833, Part 1: The righteous pirates cannot turn a blind eye to evil; the amnesiac Warrior of Light decides to join the cause.

When Diakum turned the red wooden door that appeared in the dawn, he unsurprisingly found himself in a strange place.

The landing point was on a ship.

What kind of ship is this?
Its entire body was black, filled with an ominous aura. In Diakum's eyes, it presented two completely different forms. Beneath that mysterious exterior that concealed everything, the ship was extremely majestic and imposing, like the most perfect medieval sailing warship. It was adorned with mysterious and luxurious reliefs everywhere, with a bright and clean deck, and a hull that was sailing forward with full sails, smoothly cutting through the waves like a floating island at sea.

It exudes a rather mysterious and majestic aura.

However, these little tricks could not fool the Lord of Dawn's eyes of truth, which had reached a state of perfection.

He blinked and saw that beneath the magnificent exterior lay a ghost ship, shrouded in eerie winds, haunted by wandering spirits, and filled with deathly aura, resembling a ravenous monster.

After dispelling the illusion, Diakum could even sense the ship's malice and fear.

It's like a living creature staring at an uninvited guest with the eyes of someone eyeing "food," yet also fearing the light of dawn surrounding Diakum, which is the eternal nemesis of such evil spirits.

The Vigilant did not immediately use the Dawn Sword to destroy the malevolent ghost ship. After all, the ship was currently sailing in the "Sea of ​​Stars," surrounded by a vast galaxy, with strange energy vortices constantly crashing against it like unfriendly waves. If it lost this vessel, it would be forced to physically traverse this star realm that it was completely unfamiliar with.

Therefore, in the spirit of caution, the vigilant temporarily suppressed his desire for purification from evil, and, stepping on the deck, which was entirely made of keel and was groaning in the scorching light of dawn, looked back at the path he had come from.

The door is still there.

This reassured Dick somewhat.

Then, he noticed some details about the door.

It was an unremarkable mahogany door, with no issues regarding its texture or material. The only thing worth noting was the brass doorknob.

Upon closer inspection, the vigilant discovered that the lock had very precise markings. In the Eye of Truth's view, the lock was not a device for opening or closing a door at all, but rather a high-level magical artifact full of artistic flair.

The guy who made this thing is definitely a master of enchanting and inscription.

At the very least, Diakum had never seen a similar device in Ms. Verara's laboratory; this thing was so extravagant that even the outermost inscription was decorated with twelve interference rings.

Although Dick knew nothing about these magical techniques, he could tell that this was no longer within the scope of "manufacturing".

This is purely a display of skill.

He hesitated for a moment, and on the deck of the ghost ship, where the eerie winds blew, and under the watchful eyes of the ghostly sailors who were hiding to avoid the morning light, he reached out and placed his hand on the brass lock, turning it little by little, listening to the clanging of the gears.

Surprisingly, this casual twist caused the door to open quietly.

These markings are clearly not just decorations; they are a kind of "anywhere door" that can lead to different worlds depending on the changes in the markings.

The vigilant took a deep breath and pushed the door open again.

That side was indeed not the Argus he was familiar with, but rather a reflection of a burning galaxy. It was a very young universe, and the dim light shining from its starry sea indicated that it had not been born for long. The "foundations of the universe" that were born in the beginning were engaged in fierce conflict.

That was clearly the original confrontation between order and chaos.

But it is burning; it is an ongoing war, and the forces of order are clearly no match for the counterattacking shadows.

Countless worlds wailed in the flames of chaos, and countless beings prayed for hope in the midst of war. How could Diakum, the passing Warrior of Light, stand idly by in the face of such a scene?

So he took a step forward, intending to enter and eliminate the "weak evil" before him.

What kind of level are you evil beings who appeared at the beginning of the universe? Trying to emulate Sargeras and start the Burning Crusade, huh? Well, that'll teach you a lesson for not learning good!

But just as the vigilant rolled up his sleeves, ready to jump into this strange, young universe and burn all those evil bastards to death, a hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder.

Then, a drunken voice sounded helplessly, advising:

“I can understand your strong sense of justice. After all, in the legends of those ‘old guys,’ you’re a peculiar saint who can single-handedly bring the moral standards of the entire Brotherhood back to normal.”

But I advise you not to go.
It's not that I'm afraid of those minor evils, but mainly that this universe is still very young and too fragile to support such a glorious newborn sun like you.

If you really go there, you will burn evil along with good and the entire galaxy. Didn't you realize that?

The sacred timeline of that 'rural place' has only just been established in the meeting of 'origin' and 'end'. Oh, right, those are also two of our organization's 'little brothers'.

But they belong to a different system than us.

Unless it's a life-or-death situation, they're unlikely to get involved in the grueling, unpaid, and exhausting tasks we're responsible for.

Diakum raised an eyebrow.

He didn't notice the guy behind him, but he was certain that the guy was omnipresent on the ghost ship, and the aura he exuded felt very "familiar".

The vigilant released the doorknob and readily abandoned his plan to travel to this newborn universe.

But he couldn't ignore the evil before him, so he raised his finger and let a ray of dawn light shine into it, hanging high in the Milky Way to dispel the howling darkness. The moment the wooden door closed, he vaguely heard a young voice thanking him, his "big brother".

Yes, that's how they address me.

It seems the guy behind it wasn't lying; the other side really is "one of our own."

"Void?"

Dick turned around and looked at the blond young man leaning against the second mast behind him, dressed in a cool pirate captain outfit and wearing a black eyepatch over his left eye.

This guy has a lot of miscellaneous decorations, each one quite interesting. His open pirate cloak reveals his chest, where there are exaggerated large tattoos. The watcher noticed his pirate captain's hat, which has a distinct Zandalari style. And this guy's face looks strangely familiar.

Therefore, when the other person, drunk and displaying a mysterious smile, said in a strange tone:
"If I'm not mistaken, you are 'Drake Proudmoore'?"

"Well, that's one of my identities, but I prefer to be called 'Captain' or by my first name, 'Black Shaw.' But a captain as dashing as me is destined to have many different legendary lives and countless confidantes in different worlds."

The lewd pirate captain grinned slyly and said mockingly:
"Unlike you, a hermit who possesses a holy lance but adheres to asceticism, your captain is quite the ladies' man. However, considering I might get beaten up later, in exchange for the treasure I'm about to offer you, could we make a deal before we dock?"

We've known each other for a while now, so could I hire you to be my tall and imposing bodyguard for the time being?

Beat up anyone who tries to hurt me!
"Uh, actually, once we're ashore, just go and beat up whoever you see. Don't worry about me at all. Even though I'm not much of a fighter, I can still hold my own against those old bastards."

"So straightforward?"

Diakum rubbed his temples and shook his head, saying:
"You still haven't told me who you are, and most importantly, you haven't told me where this ship is going or why I'm here."

I feel like I've remembered something, but it's very vague, as if someone has used their hands to extract some memories from my mind.

I should have remembered them when I left my hometown.

That was a pre-set 'insurance,' but that insurance was breached.

"Uh."

The pirate captain opposite him coughed awkwardly. He seemed to want to hide something, but after a very intense internal struggle, he decided to tell the truth.

With a snap of his fingers, he brought Dick into his luxurious captain's cabin amidst a dizzying spin. He then diligently took out his collection of fine wines, personally poured a glass for the Watcher, and casually tore open a void rift leading to an unknown destination, skillfully retrieving steaming dishes from it.

As if by magic with eight arms, a sumptuous "welcome feast" of eighteen dishes was prepared for Diakum, who had come from afar, in just a few seconds.

When the last bowl of soup was placed in the center of the table, he put his hands on his hips and said to Diakum, who was looking at him:
"What are you standing there for? Pick up your chopsticks! This is a dish I stole directly from the Mason family's kitchen, cough cough. It's his crazy wife's birthday today, and our master craftsman, who's always on the verge of 'dying from overwork,' finally managed to squeeze out some time to cook for her himself."

Let me tell you, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

That's only because you're on the ship; otherwise, I would never risk being assassinated by 'Assassin Mason' or blown up by 'Bomb Mason' along with the ship to pieces to do something so deadly.

Hey, your captain treats you well, doesn't he?

The vigilant intended to refuse.

After all, it's a basic human instinct to avoid eating things of unknown origin, but the dishes on the table in front of me were indeed quite delicious.

Especially when the grinning pirate captain lifted the lid of the plate in the center of the table, the stewed fish inside was shimmering with exaggerated rainbow-colored light, looking just like the glowing dishes from Master Chef.
What?
Little Master was beheaded for making a terrible dish that everyone and everyone hated?
Oh, that's okay.

Dick picked up his chopsticks and took a bite. His eyes lit up. The taste was undeniably good, but he only took a small sip before putting down his chopsticks and glancing at the guy sitting across from him, leisurely drinking.

This guy, like his ship, has a "double life".

Under the cover of that dashing pirate captain, Diakum could see a Void Lord standing amidst the dim nebula, clad in black robes.

Beneath His tattered hood shone seven crimson eyes of truth, while beneath His robes swarmed with tendrils that danced like snakes. A somber melody from the sea of ​​light surrounded Him, ensuring that everyone who looked directly upon Him would "enjoy" the gifts of truth.

But the whispers of the "Abyss True Form," which were enough to drive the soul of Starsea mad, were like a gentle breeze to the Vigilant. His mind was completely unaffected, and he even had the mood to carefully observe the Void Holy Emblem worn on the chest of this guy in the Abyss Form.

Relying on his profound understanding of the truth of emptiness, after a moment, the vigilant said:

"Your title in the Abyss is 'The Silent One'? That's a nice name, quite a contrast to your noisy appearance. Also, I think I remember now."

I saw your true form in the abyss before I opened my eyes in Argus!
It's you.
You bastard, you destroyed the "insurance" I had set up for myself with a less-than-successful "truth surgery," and you also rudely crammed some strange things into my mind.

insect!"

Dick scolded:
"You ruined my carefully prepared 'rebirth' from the very beginning. May the Holy Light curse you."

"Oh dear, they don't appreciate kindness."

The pirates on the other side also had something to say.

He slammed his fist on the table indignantly and said:
"Back then, you went crazy and insisted on abandoning your great power, washing away all traces, and going back to the human world, saying that your past story wasn't exciting enough. It's like you're stuck in a rut."

You were already gone when I joined this bastard organization.

Other old fogies don't even want to talk to you, so they just casually entrust this mess to me, who's still a 'fresh-faced newbie'!
I practically searched the entire multidimensional system to find you, you troublesome bastard! Did I ever ask you for compensation for the depreciation of my precious ship?
Do I ask you to compensate me for the joyful moments I sacrificed with my wives while searching for you?
Damn it, I've been under pressure from those old guys every day just to find you. If I could beat them, I would have rebelled long ago! And you still have the nerve to scold me like this?

"I, the dignified Silent One and Lord Moonshadow, have done absolutely nothing of substance all these years; it's all been wasted on you, 'Holy Lance Bro.'"

This rant made Diakum, who was gradually regaining his memories of his "past life," feel somewhat embarrassed.

Ok.

He admitted that what the other party said was most likely true. Although the anger was just an act to get something in return, the weariness and travel-worn look that clung to the man's soul were undeniable.

My impulsive act seems to have caused a lot of trouble for others.

The pirate's exceptionally high moral character prompted him to raise his glass in gratitude to the indignant man opposite him. This gesture brought a broad smile to the pirate's face, and after clinking glasses, he continued to ramble on:

"Don't blame me for stuffing the timeline data of that hellish world of Azeroth into your mind before you were reborn. We're both pathetic creatures who fought our way out of that hellish place. You and I both know how difficult it is to carve out a path when you know nothing about it."

You are the elder brother of our fraternity. Your rebirth is to write a more passionate and righteous legend, not to actually go and play 'Battle Royale'.

Moreover, you only went there with the memories I gave you, without any residual power. Even the extra enhancements of that newbie-standard 'golden finger' system were locked.

Basically, it's like you're going to respawn with a data panel in hand. The difficulty is hellish, but that's why I say you're both tall and tough, bro.

In this desperate situation, they actually managed to fight their way out.
I rarely admire anyone, but you're really awesome. Come on, let's have a toast, bro.

He offered a toast, and Diakum drank another glass.

Then he heard the man in front of him lament:
"But you might be in trouble later. As a newbie in the 'delivery' business, I don't have much say in the organization. I admire your series of great achievements. You can even be ranked in the top ten of my list of most admired men. But the problem is that the other old guys are very unhappy with your irresponsible 'desertion' behavior."

They're waiting for you in the tavern at the dock right now.

Let me tell you, that was a real 'Feast at Hongmen'.

Those two old bastards, 'Death' and 'Raven,' have already made it clear that you need to take responsibility for all these years you've been shirking, but our boss, who's always either gambling or on his way to the casino, doesn't seem to have any intention of getting involved.

That scheming old bastard is happy to see internal conflict within the Brotherhood, so he can stabilize his already crumbling reign of terror!

The pirate captain squinted and said softly:
"Our organization is called the 'Brotherhood of Shadows.' Tsk, you can tell from the name that it's an evil organization that commits all sorts of crimes and evil deeds!"
I am ashamed to be one of them.

They shamelessly snatch innocent souls from all over the universe and throw them into the merciless world to be reborn for their own amusement. They are a group of evil gods who enjoy tragedy!

Ashamed to say it.

Don't let my current appearance fool you; when I was lured into joining the fraternity, I genuinely wanted to do something good.
You don't seem to believe me?
Hmph, eat a few more bites of food to fill your stomach so you won't be unable to eat after seeing those human tragedies later.

They entrusted me with the important task of transporting those innocent souls, and my cabin contains those poor souls who are about to be thrown into different worlds.

After you see these truths, you'll know who's truly on the side of 'justice'!
Unfortunately, you were once a member of this evil organization, and you were even one of its founders.

If one didn't deeply feel the weight of their sins and the evil deeds they had committed, how could they possibly willingly erase all memories and power from their past life to be reborn and pursue a cleaner existence?

The guy, with both hands on the table, invited in an impassioned tone:

"Don't laugh at me, but this righteous pirate can no longer stand this darkness that disregards human ethics. I have joined forces with the 'Craftsmen' and am preparing to start a 'revolution' within the Brotherhood!"
We must overthrow the rule of those ruthless and evil old men and make our Brotherhood great again!

But neither the craftsman nor I are good at direct attacks. We lack your immense power, which is why we have been holding back until now. Therefore, Dick Kaka, so that our Brotherhood will no longer fall into depravity!
Let's charge again with the brothers!

"Are you sure what you said is true?"

Dick had already frowned and said:

"Take me to the cabin to see your evidence! If what you say is true, if my former brothers have stooped to the point of taking pleasure in the tragedies of others, then I, the Warrior of Light who has finally returned, will not stand idly by!"
All evil will be brought to justice.

(End of this chapter)