Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 89, 44. Blind Man: This is an illusion! What are you hiding? [Updated 47/50]

(Additional update for brother "Nan Zhi Yan Feng" [2/5])
The sudden crisis at the Holy Land of Auchindoun has come to an end. For Archbishop Maladaar, the fact that the Holy Land was not breached by demons or warlocks today is a real victory.

To be honest, his blood ran cold when he saw the Slayer appear in person in the world of Draenor.

Although the Draenei clan had never faced this ferocious wolf demigod and its ghost wolves in their previous escapes, the latter's reputation in the astral sea is not low-key, especially when the Defiler led the Withering Army to track down and kill the Eredar, the appearance of the Slayer in the battle reports of the Legion of Light is often associated with the demise of a clan.

This fel-tainted demigod and his herd are notoriously ferocious and brutal, coming and going like the wind.

They once massacred a sentinel world located on the border of the star field of the Holy Light Legion's headquarters in just a few days. Those unfortunate ones who died in the wolves' mouths were unable to send a message for help until they were exterminated.

Compared to that outcome, the Auchindoun Sanctuary is very lucky today.

Do not!
It can't be chalked up to luck!
All we can say is that the Draenei saint single-handedly created this miracle of turning defeat into victory, and turned the fatal trap set for him by the Shadow Council and the Sargerei traitors into an inspiring epic victory. Even if the Sentinels failed to purify the Destroyer Wolves in the end, they defeated the army of Ghost Wolves with less than one twentieth of the enemy's number, which in itself is an undeniable achievement.

However, the archbishop was very weak at this time. He could not even stand up and could only sit on the battlefield where he had fought and gasp for breath. It was not because of kidney deficiency, but simply because he had just personally experienced the enhanced power bestowed by the Heart of Argus, and the experience of controlling the power of the world had burned out his energy.

Therefore, the current predicament is not shameful.

On the contrary, it is a rare honor to fight against the devil and win under the watchful eyes of the Star Soul!

Compared to the warriors who were still immersed in the joy of victory and were searching the battlefield with high morale under the leadership of their commander, Archbishop Maladaar felt more information from the "miracle" just now.

He finally understood why, 25,000 years ago, the Eredar had been able to hold out for a full thirty days against the all-out attack of the Burning Legion and even send away more than half of their people, completing a victorious retreat.

Even a moment's blessing of the power from the Star Soul was enough to make him realize the strategic value of this "Supreme Power", but it was precisely because of his personal experience that Maladaar could confirm that the state of the Argus Star Soul was not right at this time!

He is too weak!
Perhaps after being infused with fel energy for over twenty thousand years, his remaining might was almost gone.

The war enhancement he could give to the Draenei did not reach the "invincible" level it once was, and this enhancement might also have a "time limit". After all, after the Slayer withdrew from the battlefield, the Vigilant Diakum almost immediately canceled the group release of power. This detail itself explains the problem.

"We can't rest yet."

Driven by a kind of urgency and worry that could not be explained to others, Maladaar, who was still weak after the outbreak, said to the adjutant beside him:
"Immediately coordinate with General Jaid's hunting cavalry to clear the battlefield. At the same time, send a message to Archon Hatton. I need him to mobilize an elite garrison from Shattrath City to assist in the defense. Our soldiers have suffered casualties in today's battle, and they need rest to recover their most resolute state.

Also, the self-censorship within the Auchenai priests immediately accelerated!
One time is enough for today's crisis!

I cannot allow those traitors who remain in hiding to attempt to surrender our holy land to their demonic orc masters. This is a glorious day of victory, but it is also a day of shame for the Auchenai.

The demons outside did not break into our holy land, but the traitors inside almost destroyed our people's loyalty and perseverance for more than 20,000 years.

Curse those devil-worshiping scum!"

"You need not worry about that, Archbishop."

Tulani, the loyal soulbinder who had fought the entire "Battle for the Holy Land" with Maladaar, sighed and said:
"A sister just reported to me that those traitors hid in the Holy Land to help the orc warlock Teron'gor to cause chaos in the Holy Land. In the end, they were easily killed by Maraad and his companions. Those should be the last few traitors hiding among us."

"This kind of thing must be eradicated completely! No smoldering flames can be left. The entire holy land must be cleansed from top to bottom."

Maladaar sat on a stone sculpture that had been shattered by wolf claws. He kicked the legendary wolf he had killed and cursed in a low voice:
"I now completely agree with the Vigilante's proposal to rebuild the Assassin's Court. Our clan is simply a leaky sieve, with demon worshippers everywhere trying to deceive people. If we face the invasion of the Burning Legion in this state, then we and this world will be doomed!
Tulani, you are my most trusted disciple and lieutenant, and I wish to have you represent the Auchenai priests in the Assassin's Court.

Don't worry, it's not permanent.

I am just a representative to assist Archbishop Nari to complete the review of all levels as soon as possible. Those deep-lying traitors must be pulled out before they cause irreparable damage!
Do you want to? "

Soulbinder Tulani did not answer immediately.

The brave and loyal priestess looked back at the Holy Land of Auchindoun. The aftermath of the brutal battle had shrouded the originally solemn and sacred holy land in desolation. She saw the wounded being carried away from the battlefield by the priests on stretchers.

As a soulbinder who comforts the dead, she could even see some lonely souls wandering in the area where they had just fought.

Their deaths did not have to happen. The Draenei clan lost these defenders today.

This scene made Tulani clench the crystal staff in her hand. She took a deep breath and said to her mentor and superior:
"My duty in the Holy Land of Auchindoun was to protect the Star Soul fragments and complete the inheritance ceremony. Now that the node where the Star Soul fragments converge has been taken over by the Sentinels, I no longer have any reason to stay in the Holy Land, my mentor.

As you said, I have never hated those traitors who have abandoned their dignity and kindness as much as I do today!
I hope to get your permission to join the Assassin's Court or the Inquisition permanently. I don't want to see the same tragedy happen in our other cities.

For this reason, I would rather live in the shadows from now on and become a dagger protecting the people! "

"You made this choice because of your sister Niami, right?"

Maladaar looked at his most outstanding disciple and sighed:

"I also didn't expect Niami to choose to summon demons to attack the Sentinels in public at Karabor Temple. Now it seems that it was more like bait to lure the Sentinels to the Auchindoun Sanctuary and into an ambush.

What a vicious bunch of guys, not only do they not value the lives of others, they don't even care about their own lives.

You want to know why Niami defected to the enemy, right?"

"Yes, and I will not hide that from you, Mentor."

Tulani said in a sad tone:
"I don't believe my sister would have fallen overnight. Something must have influenced her. I hope to trace the source and prevent more Auchenai priests from going astray like her.

I believe I can find answers under Archbishop Neri."

"Okay, after we've dealt with the aftermath here, I'll recommend you to join Archbishop Nari."

Maladaar nodded. He was about to stand up and make arrangements for the next thing when he saw a garrison officer riding a Talbuk sheep galloping towards him. As he approached, he pulled the reins and saluted. He shouted:

"Archbishop, the Sentinel is calling you to the Holy Land. He has important news to share with you! He says it's related to the devil worshippers hiding in the Holy Land."

"Ok?"

This summons allowed the Archbishop to prop up his body with his weapon, and he mounted the Talbuk with some difficulty.

But before leaving, the archbishop took another look at the huge and exaggerated corpse of the ghost wolf at his feet. Such corpses of ghost wolves were now scattered everywhere on the battlefield, and the fel beasts did not take these things with them when they evacuated.

"Perhaps we should skin these furs and send them to Shattrath City."

Maladaar advised his lieutenant:
"Let our best craftsmen use these spoils to make protective gear. It will serve as a commemoration of victory and also as a supplement to our armaments. The fur of these ghost wolves is very tough. I had to cut through my sword before I could barely chop off this guy's head."

"I think we can ask those traditional orcs for help."

Tulani rolled her eyes and whispered:
"Orcs are generally very good at processing leather. Most importantly, they may still not believe in the existence of demons, but if they see these ferocious demon wolves with their own eyes, they will have no choice but to face this problem.

Saint Diakum had also cut off the tail and claws of the Slayer Lycanthos in the previous battle.

He may not care about this personally, but we cannot ignore the saint's heroic act of protection today. I will go to our quartermaster and see if I can make a marching cloak for the saint."

"Well, I'll leave these to you."

Maladaar gave a few instructions and followed the garrison officer who had sent the message out of the battlefield.

When he entered the holy land which was under martial law, he saw Yrel and Nobundo guarding the entrance of the visitation hall. But in addition to these two new recruits following the Sentinels, there was also a very strange-looking "person" standing beside them.

The girl was wearing a sentinel's hood, which covered her face and most of her body, but it was still possible to tell that she was a woman of a foreign race.

"Archbishop, the saint is treating Maraad and Eredas in the hall. Some seriously injured warriors have also been temporarily placed there for treatment. He said he will be out soon. Please wait here for a while."

Nobundo stepped forward to explain. Maladaar nodded and sat on the chair, looking at the vigilant alien curiously. He could feel the eyes under the other's hood observing him.

So he whispered:
"Who is this?"

"Well, we don't know."

Nobundo whispered to Maladaar what had just happened. When he learned that the other party was a powerful alien hunter who entered Draenor through a demon portal and whose lifelong goal was to hunt demons, the archbishop was immediately in awe.

Only the Draenei, a race that has been dealing with demons for more than 20,000 years, know how difficult and dangerous it is to persistently hunt demons.

After hearing that the hunter had temporarily become an ally of the Draenei at the invitation of the Sentinels, and that it was she who personally killed the hateful traitor Rathorn and the legendary warlock Teron'gor and protected the safety of the holy land, Maladaar, as the local person in charge, immediately stood up and bowed to the demon hunter to express his personal gratitude.

"The problem now is that we can't communicate with her."

Yrel whispered to the Archbishop:

"Only saints blessed by the Holy Light can understand foreign languages, but I just tried it. The language she spoke is almost as complex as the ancient Eredun language. A sentence has at least seven or eight adverbs and inflections. It sounds like a bird singing.

I even doubt whether the language which the saints call 'Salas' can be produced by our vocal cords."

"What's so difficult about this?"

The archbishop smiled and gestured to the other party, asking whether he could accept communication under the blessing of magic. The other party hesitated for a few seconds and then nodded.

Not only the Draenei are interested in the Demon Hunter, but this alien hunter who came to chase the Slayer is also interested in these blue-skinned hoofed people. She also hopes to communicate with the Draenei other than the Diakum Saint who makes her feel dangerous.

Maladaar then cast a spell himself, using a subtle "mind vision" to connect everyone's spirits together.

However, as the Archbishop extended his spiritual power to the other's body, at the moment of spiritual contact, he seemed to see a ferocious black demon with wings spread, leaping towards him. The Archbishop subconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist. "It's just my inner demon. Don't worry. It's calm now. I'm even a little uncomfortable with its calmness."

A hoarse voice then sounded, explaining in a low voice:

"I think this dark creature is also afraid of your Vigilant Saint. He is the most powerful and aggressive user of Holy Light that I have ever seen in my ten thousand years of hunting. It is only natural for 'monsters' like us to fear him."

"Heart demon?"

Yrel stared at the demon hunter in front of her and said doubtfully:
"Is this a philosophical description? Or is it?"

"It's exactly what it says on the tin. A fierce female Draenei warrior."

The demon hunter leaned against the other side of the Corridor of Souls in a relaxed but ready-to-attack posture. She explained to the three Draenei in front of her:

"There is a demon within me, entangled with my soul. It is a monster I nurtured with my spirit through a sacrifice ten thousand years ago. It is my 'source of power', providing me with the ability to sense, hunt, wield fel energy without being contaminated, and devour demons to grow.

My 'personal relationship' with it is very complicated.

It is precisely because we, the demon hunters, have our own cultivated inner demons in our bodies that we can deceive the Burning Legion's perception and use their portals to carry out hunting missions among the stars. This is why I appear in your world.

Under Lord Illidan's command, I have tracked the Slayer and his beasts across the stars for over a thousand years.

But today is the first time I’ve seen them in action on such a large scale!”

At this point, Demon Hunter Commander Arantien gave a serious reminder:

"What you saw today was only a small part of the Wolf Scourge Vanguard of the Destroyer Beast Group. The Fel Ghost Wolves in the Star Sea are gathering towards your world at the call of their leader, and the Fel Elves and Plague Druids of the Defiler Faction are accompanying them.

This means that they have set your world as the battlefield for their next battle of destruction.

I can't confirm whether the Nightmare Tyrant and the Destroyer will participate in the invasion, but believe me, even if it's just the Destroyer and its beasts, you will have to do your best to survive.

It’s a small world.”

She sighed, shook her head and said:
"Based on the Illidari's past experience, you simply won't find enough resources to fight the demonic army. You may be exterminated within a month or two, and this world will become the pitiful remains left behind by the fel energy."

"Thank you for your reminder, ma'am. The information you provided is very important to us."

Archbishop Maladaar replied seriously, and then asked:

"I heard you mention the terms 'Illidari' and 'Illidan'. Are those your organization and family?"

"The Illidari is my organization, and it's filled with dark walkers like me who sacrificed everything for the cause of demon slaying. Ten thousand years ago, we seized a demon warship during the Burning Legion's attack on our homeland.

We named it the Nemesis, and that was our base of operations."

Arantien reached out and touched her arm. On her left arm was an Illidari Veteran Medal made from the skull of a high-ranking demon. She then changed her tone to a more serious one and said:
"As for Lord Illidan, he is not my family.

He is our spiritual leader, training mentor and war commander!

For over ten thousand years, it was thanks to Lord Illidan's leadership and wise command that we have continuously achieved brilliant victories. I see your admiration for Saint Diak'um, so you can think of Lord Illidan's status in our hearts as the Sentinel's respected status in your eyes."

"You have existed for ten thousand years? Are you also immortal?"

Nobundo immediately grasped the key point of the Demon Hunter's words. He stood up and said, having been silently recording the conversation:
"Then are you aware of the existence of the 'Legion of Light'? They have also been fighting against demons for the past 25,000 years."

"I know, and I've dealt with him before."

Arantien frowned, she hesitated for a moment, and then decided to tell the truth. She said:
"It was precisely because I saw how bravely the Lightforged Warriors of the Legion of Light slaughtered demons that I helped you just now. I know you have some connection with them. But if I may be frank, compared to your radical and disgusting compatriots, you seem much more 'normal'.

The few contacts between the Illidari and the Army of Light have all ended in failure. They see us as a threat just like the demons, and the leader of the Army of Light seems to have a strange feeling towards Lord Illidan.
how to say?

I think the legendary ancestor Naaru is a lunatic!
My brothers and sisters think so too.

However, the Army of Light is indeed powerful. Under the leadership of Lord Illidan, we finally found and destroyed the home planet of the Nathrezim after thousands of years of planning and accumulation. At the same time, they have also been protecting an entire star region from destruction by demons for many years.

It is a safe zone in the Burning Crusade, sheltering many refugees who have lost their homeland, but there are no demons nearby for us to hunt, so the Illidari will not go near there.

All right!

I have satisfied much of your curiosity, and now it is your turn to answer my questions."

The demon hunter gestured and said:
"This may be a bit presumptuous, but I'm really curious about the connection between you, the Draenei, the Lightforged Warriors of the Army of Light, and the Eredar of the Burning Legion.
Let’s talk about it.

In addition, let's talk about the past of Kil'jaeden the Conqueror and Thal'kiel the Shaper. The Illidari have been pursuing these secrets, and we hope to find a way to restrain these dangerous demon lords."

Her request was not excessive, so Maladaar took some time to tell the alien in front of him the story of Argus.

She was keeping detailed records, which was apparently a good habit among hunters.

Although she wears an eye patch and does not hide the fact that she is "blind", the lack of vision does not affect Alandine's daily life. She displays a series of dexterity and sharpness that are even more fierce than normal people.

This also proves that the information Maladaar told is indeed valuable to the Illidari.

Demon Hunters can obtain information by torturing demons, but only the Eredar know the past of the Eredar best. Kil'jaeden and Thal'kiel won't keep talking nonsense to their demons all day long.

Especially after Alandine learned that the current leader of the Draenei, Prophet Velen, was the brother that Kil'jaeden had been thinking about all the time, her surprise and delight were beyond words.

"Lord Illidan will surely be interested in this news! I must meet the prophet!"

The demon hunter said excitedly:
"If those outrageous rumors are true, then we can use Prophet Velen to set a 'trap' to lure Kil'jaeden the Conqueror into it and then carry out an extermination strike on him.

Just like we did at Nathreza! One fatal blow, severing a claw from the Legion!"

"With all due respect, Lady Arantion, you are considering something very dangerous. I will never allow your Lord Illidan to use my leader and old friend as bait, and I do not believe Kil'jaeden would comply with your wishes on such a matter.

In fact, if it saw how you treated old Velen, I'm afraid the Illidari would be the first to suffer."

Dick's voice came from behind him.

The sentinel who had just completed group treatment for nearly a hundred wounded people strode out with a battle staff on his back. Lelan followed him and looked at Alandin with a slightly hostile look.

This daring demon hunter actually dared to say in front of an archbishop and a saint that she wanted to use the Draenei leader as bait, and it seemed that she was not joking. Well, what a crazy plan!

"This is just a possibility of cooperation between the two sides, Sentinel. You cannot deny that your prophet does have strong tactical value in the eyes of the hunters."

Arantien took a step back.

Perhaps it was the inner demon in her body that was warning her to stay away from this "holy light monster".

"Even if you and the Illidari succeed in what they call 'tactical value', it will only eliminate one great demon lord. But defeating the Burning Legion has never been about these great demons."

The Vigilant waved his hand and said:

"Without a method to suppress the Dark Titan, any battle you engage in against us, no matter how great your advantage, will ultimately end in failure. With all due respect, in the fight against demons, strength is the least important factor affecting victory.

I need to meet with Illidan!
The Draenei clan is willing to become a long-term ally of the Illidari. We have common enemies and common interests.

In fact, I can share with you some confirmed news.

The Burning Legion has set its sights on your hometown of Azeroth. They are eager to complete the destructive work that they failed to complete ten thousand years ago. You don't have to doubt the authenticity of this news. This is the information I got from the Shaper Thal'kiel.

Most importantly, this matter was most likely arranged by the Dark Titan himself.

I know Illidan and your Nemesis won't be here anytime soon, so I can wait patiently, but my people can't. So, Lady Arantien, let's get to work now."

"Work?"

Maladaar looked at the Sentinel in confusion, he had not forgotten why he was summoned.

"Yes, we immediately began to investigate the demon worshippers in the Auchindoun sanctuary."

Dick said to the Archbishop:
"Lady Arantion is a hunter feared by demons across the astral sea. She and her fellow hunters sacrificed their eyes in exchange for the sharpest ghostly vision. No demon can hide from them.

Even the faintest trace of evil energy can be accurately detected by her.

You can absolutely trust her in hunting demons, and we are in need of such a pair of 'eagle eyes'. I have summoned Nari, and she will arrive at the holy land in a few hours, but you must act immediately, Maladaar.

I cannot stay in Auchindoun for too long, I still have my work to complete, so before tomorrow morning comes, I want to see a pure Auchindoun.

Time is running out, act now! Sniff out and eliminate those traitors! "

"As ordered."

(End of this chapter)