Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 834, Part 2. The Warrior of Light kicked open the tavern door, replacing a greeting with an evil reconnaissance.

"You see? I really didn't lie."

On the deck of a black ghost ship sailing through an unfamiliar galaxy, the pirate captain, feigning sorrow, wiped away tears and drawled out a few words to the ashen-faced Diakum:

"The desolate souls with nowhere to go in the cabin were all rescued by my own hands from the void quadrant. It was my duty to collect these lost souls."

I used to think this was a good deed, but when I excitedly handed these poor people over to our 'Raven' Sage for the first time, I witnessed firsthand how cruelly those old bastards would treat them.

Those bastards will choose the most evil and difficult timelines for these already helpless souls and throw them into them, like throwing living people into hell.
Just like your life this time!

But you are a great soul. Even if all your power and memories are gone, you are still a strong person who has been tempered. With my 'little help', you can bravely face all the storms of fate. No disaster can make you lower your proud spine.

However, can souls whose past is shrouded in darkness accomplish such a feat?
They can't do it!

The pirate waved his hands, shouting with spittle flying against the backdrop of an increasingly distant, mysterious starport:
"The vast majority of them did not survive more than a year when they were thrown into the crucible of fate. Even if they were lucky enough to adapt to the brutal life, they still had to grit their teeth and keep going. And their misery and misery along the way became fodder for the amusement of those high and mighty bastards!"

There's another guy called 'Dream God' who's the worst.

That bastard will record all the tragedies, making them part of his 'library of calamities.' Every time I go through those books that record individual and collective disasters, I can hear the echoing cries of despair within them.”

"do not talk!"

The vigilant waved his hand and said in a deep voice:

"These evil gods who take pleasure in manipulating the fates of others and wantonly taking away their lives are right there on the dock ahead, aren't they?"

"Yes! They're in that damn tavern."

Seeing Diakum's fury and the golden flames flickering in the watcher's eyes, the pirate was momentarily delighted, as if he had accomplished some "great prank." But the smile vanished in an instant. He placed his pirate hat against his chest and, with an air of unwavering righteousness, said to Diakum in a deep voice:
"The proud Grim Reaper and the wicked Raven never go to the docks, they think that wretched place is beneath their dignity, but they leave all the dirty and hard work to me, the poor bullied newcomer."

The craftsman agreed to join me in the revolution because he was also an oppressed person!

The Craftsman joined the Brotherhood later than I did, but the exploitation he suffered was beyond description. The evil Raven treated the Craftsman as his 'personal slave,' and in just a few years, he had already forced the Craftsman to create several universes for him.
The new universe you just saw is the work of a master craftsman.

But as you can see, even in that newly born universe there is abundant darkness. You might want to guess where that darkness comes from.

A newborn universe should be clean, so why is there so much darkness there?
Ah, it's only because our little brothers 'Origin' and 'End' were strong enough to withstand those calamities, otherwise their fate would have been extremely tragic.

But I couldn't stand it anymore.

I don't want to see a similar tragedy happen again, so once we dock, the craftsman and I will handle the matters on the pier.

Go straight to the tavern!

Those bastards are waiting for you there. I reckon you'll be interrogated as soon as you walk in, especially that Grim Reaper who's so cold to everyone, like the entire multiverse stole his rice.

"What are their strengths?"

Dick asked a question.

The pirate rolled his eyes and whispered:

"I am just a weakling. I cannot be sure of their limits, but I am certain that neither of them alone is a match for you. You are a great man who defeated Sargeras head-on."

Apart from that gambling-addicted boss, no one in the Brotherhood can rival you.

While you imprison them, the craftsman and I will sneak into the raven's laboratory and release those imprisoned souls.

Once it's all done, we'll send you a message, and you can come to the ship.

I'll take you away from this evil place, and then the three of us will start anew, rebuilding the Brotherhood's glorious legacy. I've even thought of a name: 'The House of Light of Captain Black and His Ascetic Brother Diakum!'"

What a terrible name!

Even the vigilant, now enraged by evil, couldn't help but mutter:

"I'm not an ascetic; I have three girlfriends."

"Hmph, only three."

The dashing captain barely suppressed his disdain, but the way he rolled his eyes to the sky betrayed his true thoughts.

He whispered:

"I have more than this number of 'bath roommates' when I go to take a bath. Cough cough, it's nothing. By the standards of the Holy Light believers, you can indeed be considered a 'promiscuous scumbag'."

In short, we've entrusted you with something important, so you must stand up for yourself!

Once we thwart the Shadow Brotherhood's evil plans, the entire multiverse will be eternally grateful!
The myriad realms have suffered for them for far too long.

But how can you come here dressed in such rags?

In my ship's hold, there are still various divine weapons and artifacts specially crafted by artisans for this battle. That guy really spared no expense, and his sacrifice for the cause of justice deserves to be remembered forever.

Would you like to pick out a few sets?
He has equipment from both the technological and magical sides. He needs his own body to create things like the Godslayer Sword, but his self-cultivation as a 'counterfeit dealer' allows him to always create some downgraded versions.

There's no doubt about the destructive power of those divine artifacts; the only problem is their durability.

"No need."

Diakum stood at the bow of the ship, gazing at the approaching Starsea Home Port, letting the wind from the void quadrant whip against him, allowing his aura to continuously accumulate.

He said softly:

"I have armor forged by faith and a holy blade forged by justice. When the dawn breaks, all evil should learn to retreat!"

"Good! Good, good, good. This will save us money on equipment. As expected of the Lord of Dawn who rose from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in Azeroth, this is the kind of aura we're looking for."

The pirate captain was overjoyed.

He pulled a strange die from his pocket, handed it to Diakum, and said:
"Well, since you've come all this way, I don't have much to give you. Consider this die my greeting gift. Don't be offended; it's imbued with the immense power I've collected from countless timelines of Azeroth."

The six sides symbolize the six fundamental forces, and since it's a lead die, it can always flip over the force you need most.

This place is far from the galaxy of Azeroth. When you need a symbol of the Holy Light or the power of the Void, just flip it.

"Nice decoration."

The vigilant, who was accumulating "heavenly reckoning," took the dice and exclaimed in admiration:
"Your craftsmanship is quite impressive, especially this 'stealing the Force' technique. To create such a perfect Force die, you must have stolen it quite a few times across different timelines, right?"

"What do you mean by 'steal'?!"

The righteous pirate captain, hands on his hips, shouted:

"When I went there, there was no one watching over that Holy Land of Force. Since no one was in charge, the most I could do was 'take' it. As such a righteous captain, you can't just make things up to slander me."

"Hmm, we're about to dock."

He raised his hand, causing the lone starship, which was sailing against the wind and waves, to change course with agility. Despite the wild and disorienting winds of the void, it came to a very smooth stop in front of the wondrous starport floating in the void galaxy.

Once the ship planks adorned with the skulls and souls of nine hundred and ninety evil men were lowered, the Lord of Dawn stepped over the screaming evil spirits and arrived at the dock. Wherever he went, holy light granted these evil spirits their final rest. This scene greatly displeased the captain on the ship's side. These ship planks adorned with evil spirits, which pleased him with their screams, were his beloved possessions.

They were purified by that damned Warrior of Light, and it will take who knows how long it will take to collect these outstanding evil souls again.

But considering he had just instigated the Warrior of Light to cause trouble, Lord Two-Face Black Shaw magnanimously pretended not to have seen what was happening. He stood on the ship, pinned his pirate hat to his chest, saluted Diakum in farewell, and watched the menacing Warrior of Light stride toward the Brotherhood Tavern above the Misty Docks, the only visible path leading to it.

After the Warrior of Light disappeared into the mist, the captain, who had been holding back, finally burst into laughter.

He was as satisfied as if he had just completed the most perfect fraud, about to personally unleash the most outrageous prank. He laughed so happily that he leaned against the mast, clutching his stomach and laughing until tears streamed down his face.

"Hahahaha, I love dealing with these muscle-bound believers! Their lofty personal morality makes it almost impossible for them to suspect that this is all a conspiracy."

Wow, I'm so proud of myself!

I can actually keep a straight face while spouting those lies with my eyes wide open; wow, my acting skills have improved dramatically!

This guy laughed wildly, making the millions of dead souls on his ghostly ship, which was filled with eerie winds, laugh along with him. But the next second, he suddenly turned around like a madman, staring fiercely at the laughing ghost sailors.

He cursed:
"Damn it! Did I pay you to waste your time here? Is the deck cleaned? Is the cabin cleaned? Still laughing? If you laugh again, I'll throw you all into the Sea of ​​No Light so you can learn a lesson on what it means to serve a big shot."

roll!
Go get to work.

The ghost sailors vanished from the deck with a whoosh, and the entire ghost ship was soon filled with slackers who were "working hard in order to get a chance to show their faces in front of the capricious captain."

Just as the pirate captain went mad, an alchemist dressed in an alchemical robe, but with dark circles under his eyes that looked like they belonged to a "cultivator," yawned and appeared from a suddenly opened portal. He was holding a pipe and said to the pirate:

“The other Masons are all concerned about whether your plan will go smoothly today. They’re all working with you because you’ve promised enough benefits, and we’re doing this behind the back of the main body. You’d better watch out, kid, and don’t cause any trouble that can’t be resolved.”

"Snacks? Where are the snacks?"

The captain feigned ignorance, looked around, then laughed heartily, and like two buddies, put his arm around the alchemist Mason's shoulder. He whispered:
"Although I also feel that things have gone a little too smoothly, please believe me, this returning Warrior of Light will definitely be of our use. At least until he regains his memories and realizes that I was just lying to him, he will become the sword of dawn that will destroy the Brotherhood of Shadows."

Our goal is certainly not to actually overthrow the organization, but it's enough to make those old bastards realize the grievances of us 'newcomers'.

Damn it, they've always adhered to the principle of "better to have none than to have bad ones," meaning they refuse to hire new people!
But as the Brotherhood's territory grows larger, the burden on our shoulders grows heavier. I'm not trying to stir up trouble, but I don't know how your Mason family handles this, and I can't stand it.

Those old guys have to back down! Otherwise, this isn't over!

Go ahead, go ahead.

He patted the alchemist Mason on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"Go back and tell my fellow craftsmen that I'll handle this, no problem at all! You can all just wait in your respective labs for news."

As he spoke, the scoundrel flipped his fingers and quietly handed a bag of precious materials to the alchemist Mason. The latter took it in his hand, weighed it in his hand, and smelled the quality of the materials. Finally, he nodded in satisfaction, turned around, and disappeared into the Anywhere Door.

After that guy left, Blake Shaw looked at the Brotherhood tavern on the dock again, sneered, and pulled a strange-looking communicator from his pocket.

He tossed it up and down in his hand, then took out a pipe made from a burning demon horn. After pressing the button on the communicator in his hand, he blew smoke rings and said to the other end:

"It's done! I've instigated internal strife within the Brotherhood. Have your people sneak over here quickly to clean up the mess. Remember to send some good men, don't send cannon fodder to their deaths."

I'll be waiting for you on the ship.

What?
Are you worried that I'll go back on my word?
Are you guys crazy?!
Have you ever plotted anything?
Who plots against themselves and ends up getting themselves caught in the crossfire?

I'm already going all out, what are you guys worried about?
In short, trust me!

They've been abusing me for a long time. Do they really think I'm a clay figure with no temper at all?
And remember to bring the reward you gave me for inviting me to 'betray the organization' as well.
Those are all my family and brothers!
So, you'll have to pay extra!

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"boom"

The door of the Brotherhood Tavern, with its old-fashioned neon lights hanging above the entrance, was kicked open by a heavy hoof.

Diakum walked in and saw two guys sitting at the empty bar chatting. The one on the left was wearing black armor, surrounded by cold wind, and had a cold expression.

It's a Quel'dorei elf.

The one on the right is wearing a red robe, but it is divided into four parts at the bottom, which looks somewhat similar to a lich's robe. This guy has a magic book hanging at his waist, but he also has a strangely shaped longsword on the other side.

This is a human being.

The noise of the door being kicked open interrupted the conversation between the two big shots, causing them to turn around in unison. They were met with Diakum raising his hand and throwing an "Evil Detection" at them.

Good guy!
The red light, symbolizing the evil faction, flashed so brightly that Diakum could barely open his eyes.

The elf on the left symbolizes the decay of a universe, with countless lives perishing at his hands.

The one on the right is even more impressive. His ancestral home is directly Hell, and his current title is "Vanity Lord." It's not that he can't be the King of Hell, but that he has absolutely no intention or plan to be.

If neither of these two guys represents evil, then even Sargeras can be exonerated.

"Holy Light, these two evil beings are worthy of our battle!"

The vigilant waved his hand, transforming light into a sword, and used the accumulated power of the heavenly reckoning to advance with great strides.

The two men at the bar exchanged a glance. As the black-armored Reaper drew his undead version of Tessarak, the red-clad Vanity Lord rubbed his temples and sighed, saying:

"So, what did that troublemaker Blake Shaw tell you? I feel like you've become more and more extreme since you came back this time?"

"That pretentious liar treated me like a fool. I know he had his own agenda, but I also had my own plans. He thought he could manipulate me by not returning my past memories, but he couldn't understand that even if I forgot the past, my soul was still the same person I used to be."

I know this place much better than he does; it feels like I've returned to my old home.

But since he wants to act, I'm not unwilling to cooperate.

I find that quite interesting; he truly is a deeply sinful yet incredibly fascinating soul.

As holy light surged, the voice of the Lord of Dawn rang out from within the light.

他 说:

"Just like the two of you, your evil aura is too strong, and I, a passing warrior of light, cannot ignore it. If you are my friends, then I must use this to warn you to restrain your corrupt edge."

If you two are truly planning something wicked, this sword strike will be enough to make you think twice before you act.

It doesn't matter how decadent you become while I'm gone.

But I'm back.
So, shouldn't you guys raise your moral standards a bit?

"Well, what a shame, the good old days of wanton evil are over."

The creature known as "Raven" drew the sword "Judas" from its waist with its luxurious red gloves, and the Book of Raven turned its pages without wind, unleashing one obscure and mysterious spell after another.

He drew out his words, as if he were singing on stage:

“Look, the warrior of righteous light has broken down the door. Shouldn’t my evil friend and I lay down our weapons and beg for your forgiveness, Lord Dick?”

The Grim Reaper beside him didn't talk as much.

He merely held the greatsword wreathed in necromantic flames in his hand, and as Diakum approached with the sword, a chilling voice emanated from beneath his icy skull mask:
Let's make this boring welcome ceremony a little more lively.

(End of this chapter)