Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 90: 45. You said you killed thousands of demons? That's impressive. What about last year? [Explosive Update 48/50]

(Additional update for brother "Nan Zhi Yan Feng" [3/5])
Archbishop Nari and her trusted lieutenant Jura arrived at the Holy Land of Auchindoun, and then they saw large pieces of blood-stained wolf leather being loaded onto trucks and prepared to be sent to Shattrath City as "strategic armaments."

The cleanup on the battlefield was not yet complete, allowing the two elite rangers to sense the intensity and swiftness of the previous battle through the mess.

"I heard that Saint Diakum fought off Lycanthos the Destroyer head-on. Your lover is truly formidable, sir, in every way."

Yura, wearing ruby goggles, swung his tail and whispered to Nari:

"He's clearly just a Legend, but how come he beat up a demigod like it was nothing? More importantly, if anyone else had done this, it would have been absolutely astonishing. However, when the protagonist of this story is the Saint of Diakum, it suddenly seems commonplace."

"Maybe it's because his previous record was too exaggerated."

Nai Li glanced at the Redmaw Fang hunting halberd in her hand and said:
"At least seven great demons have died at his hands. The Doomsday Overlord Kazzak even died twice. The Slayer is the first demon leader he targeted who managed to escape."

"Oh, that's understandable. After waking up from a sleep of over 25,000 years and purifying a dark naaru, it's normal for this old man to be out of form and let the great demon escape. Plus, with an old goblin like you constantly giving him the 'weak' status, it's quite remarkable that he can still be so powerful."

Yura chuckled and made a joke between best friends, but was glared at by Archbishop Nari.

This chatterbox really needs to be taught a lesson sometime!
Of course, now is not the time. They came with serious business. Dick sent her a message saying that he had found an "ace hunter" as "external aid" for the Assassin's Court, and said that the other party's joining would enable the Assassin's Court to complete the search for all traitors in the entire Draenei class within a month.

To be honest, Nari didn't quite believe it.

Although the Draenei are few in number, there are still 200,000 of them here, distributed in the two areas of Talador and Shadowmoon Valley. Each class has its own rules. In a month, let alone searching for traitors, being able to search the Karabor Temple is considered an outstanding performance for the Assassin's Court, which is just setting up a framework.

But considering that Diakum would not joke about such serious matters, Naili was really curious about who the "foreign aid" that he valued so much was.

She whistled and used the hunter's secret magic to summon her war beast, Gora.

The ferocious Soul Dire Wolf walked out from the diffusion of natural energy with a somewhat lazy pace after eating and drinking. As a result, as soon as it came over, it saw the corpses of ghost wolves that were six points similar to itself scattered all over the battlefield.

This scared Gora so much that even the translucent mane on his neck stood up, and Archbishop Nari had to quickly calm him down.

Baby, you are a powerful and pure ghost wolf baby born naturally. You are different from these corrupted evil spirits infused with fel energy. Don't be afraid!
"Ow"

After pacifying Gora, the powerful and mighty ghost wolf sniffed left and right, as if it smelled some strange smell.

It growled to convey a message to its owner, causing Nari to raise her eyebrows in surprise.

"Gora told me that she smelled the scent of sulfur still active near the holy land. It's very faint, but it's real. Perhaps there are still demons in the holy land that have not been expelled. Come with me!"

Nari told Yura the news, and Yura immediately took out the sapphire hunting rifle from behind him and said vigilantly:
"No way? Is there really a demon who dares to show up in front of Saint Diakum? Even those great demons wouldn't dare to do that!"

"I don't know, but if something is out of the ordinary, there must be something wrong."

Nari launched her Ghost Dire Wolf and asked Yura to choose a sniper position from a distance.

She cautiously approached the "dangerous area" that Gora mentioned, and then saw several new recruits under Diakum and Archbishop Maladaar shackled several angry Auchenai priests under the command of a hooded guy.

To be honest, this scene looks a bit strange.

After all, those struggling priests looked normal, at least in Nellie's opinion, there was nothing wrong at all. Maladaar's behavior at this time was not like what an archbishop would do, but more like "lynching."

On the contrary, the hooded man who commanded them seemed to have many flaws.

The closer she got, the more Nali could feel the dangerous aura from this guy.

Hunters always have a strange sense of danger, and the ghost wolf under her crotch had already made preparations to pounce on it.

"who are you?"

Nari quietly grasped the Redmaw Fang behind her and said:
"Lift your hood, stranger!"

Alandine, who was "working", heard the warning behind her, but without mental vision, she could not understand the Draenei language at all.

Just as Yrel complained about the complexity of the elven Thalassian language, Arantion, an elf, felt that the Draenei language was a bit too "exaggerated." A Thalassian sentence with seven or eight adverbs pales in comparison to the single-byte, multi-meaning symbolic language of Eredun. Old Eredun had thirteen tenses and four different writing styles, each used in a different context.

Even Eredun itself is a "spellcasting language."

This means that you only need to write special handles according to the rules of the spell, and these Eredar runes will automatically have a certain amount of magic power after they are written.

All I can say is that Ogul, the original wizard who created the Eredun language, is indeed a talent in the field of spellcasting.

Alandin couldn't learn the Draenei language in a short time, but that didn't prevent her from hearing the threat from the voice behind her.

She was also an exceptional hunter.

Most importantly, when Alandine turned around, she saw the Redmaw Fang in Nari's hand.

As a warrior who has been hunting demons for more than 10,000 years, she could tell at a glance that the sharp blades on the front and back of this hunting halberd must have come from a demigod beast demon, just like the battle staff called "Kazzak's Grudge" in the hands of the Sentinel.

These Draenei have so many foreign gadgets!
At this moment, even the knowledgeable demon hunter who had personally experienced the most prosperous era of the Elf Empire could not help but sigh in his heart.

She was sure of Nari's ferocity, because even if the host of this weapon from the demigod demon was dead, the remaining ferocity would never allow it to fall into the hands of the weak. The fact that she could perfectly control such a ferocious creature proved that even without this weapon, this cold-hearted Eredar woman in front of her could still put herself in danger.

Her exceptional hunting instincts also allowed her to sense that she was being targeted by another deadly hunter from a distance.

The crisis warning from her inner demon instantly made her forehead hurt like a sting from thunder.

"Partner, I am"

Arantien raised her hands to indicate she was no threat and uttered the phrase she had just learned from Diakum. This movement was enough, and she didn't need to say more, because the recruits and Maladaar noticed what was happening here.

"Naili, don't do it! Master Arantien is our ally."

Maladaar hurried forward and explained a few words.

With a hint of fear and gratitude, he whispered to Nari:
"Just a few hours before you arrived, relying on Master Arantien's amazing ghost vision, we have already followed the trail of fel energy and captured fourteen demon worshippers. They are hiding among the priest apprentices who just entered the holy land a few months ago. My lieutenant Tulani conducted a preliminary interrogation of them.

I now know that these demon worshippers were basically recommended by the Sargerei. They became substitute priests through the connections of the merchant Dana. You need to control Dana immediately after returning to the Temple of Karabor.

Although the child who was ambitious to become a business tycoon was most likely innocent, her Chamber of Commerce had obviously become a way for Sargerei to hide itself. It was a place where filth and dirt were hidden and had to be screened carefully!

Normally, it would take us a long time to dig into such a deep problem, but now it only takes a few hours and this holy land becomes pure.

Thank you Holy Light!

Thank Him for sending us a reliable ally from another planet in this perilous time!"

"Is it really that powerful?"

Naili raised an eyebrow. She looked up and down at the hooded woman in front of her. She gestured with her hand to let Yura stop aiming in the distance. After Maladaar connected his mind vision to Naili's, she asked:
"You can see traces of fel energy with your naked eyes?"

"I am blind."

Arantion replied with the Demon Hunter's unique "humor".

Nellie couldn't handle this.

However, after seeing the other person's eye "decoration" revealed after he pulled back his hood, she realized that he was just telling the truth and was not being sarcastic out of anger.

"Demon hunters like Master Arantien voluntarily sacrificed their own eyes in order to better hunt monsters."

Lelan, who had a problem with Arantien just now, has now turned into a "fangirl" and took the initiative to explain to Archbishop Nari:

"Although the inner demons within them are unruly, they are able to keenly detect the demonic scum hiding among us. Even the slightest warning is enough for Master Arantien to locate the enemy and strike them with thunder."

"By the Holy Light, such an amazing sacrifice deserves the admiration of all of us!"

After listening to this, Naili said seriously:
"I apologize for my recklessness, ma'am. The sacrifices you make in hunting demons deserve the respect of all of us."

"."

This apology silenced Arantien. After several seconds, she said in a strange tone:
"You draenei... are weird."

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

Nari asked curiously, but the demon hunter was not interested in talking too much about this matter. She said in a hoarse voice:
"Keep working. There's not much fel energy left here. It will only take an hour or so to complete the patrol. Next, I will obey the Sentinel's suggestion and follow you to the city called Karabor.

I heard there are still a lot of bastards out there who sold their souls to the devil. Due to some 'personal reasons', I'd be happy to help you find them.

I'll even be paid to be your executioner, if you'd like."

After saying this, Arantien made an elven farewell gesture and turned to leave. Maladaar waved to Nellie and followed him. He had to ensure that the holy land was no longer defiled before tomorrow morning.

Naili watched Alandin leave. She was quite curious about this female hunter who seemed to have a lot of "story".

Just as Alandin confirmed the danger of Nari when they first met, Nari also had the same hunter perception. She knew that this low-key demon hunter had been "disguising" and that the real power hidden under her skin was many times more dangerous than on the surface.

"You came quite quickly."

Just as Nali was lost in thought, a familiar voice sounded behind her.

The archbishop turned around and saw Dick, dressed in a priest's robe, coming over and patting Gora on the head again.

The Soul Dire Wolf, which had been so proud before, was now as obedient as a puppy. It didn't dare to move its head for fear of upsetting the Sentinel and turning it into one of those smelly ghost wolves being skinned on the battlefield.

"You've already met Arantien? That's great. How do you feel about your 'new subordinate'?"

Diakum reached out to help Nari straighten her braids and asked with a smile:

"Do you think you can work well with her? These demon hunters are actually quite solitary, not good at talking, and even a bit rough and brutal. But when it comes to fighting demons, you can trust their determination 100%."

"I can feel it."

Nellie nodded and said:
"This Arantien lady is trying to hide herself in the shadows. She just said we were 'strange'. To be honest, I don't quite understand what she meant. Was she referring to our appearance? She seems to be blind."

"We do look a lot like the Eredar, and in the eyes of those ignorant people, that means we're just as dangerous as the demons themselves. But I'm sure what Arantien meant by 'strange' was our attitude towards her."

Dick smiled, made a "please" gesture, and very gentlemanly invited Archbishop Nari, with whom he had an improper relationship, to sit in the holy land.

As he walked, he casually bestowed the Holy Light Blessing on the nearby warriors, and as they expressed their gratitude, he explained to Nari beside him:

"The Illidari aren't 'good guys' in the traditional sense. In the light of the Holy Light, I've seen some of the deeds of 'Illidan'. He and his students are very extreme. Demons reside within them, and the way they treat their enemies is not much different from that of demons.

You have to know that in their hometown, even their own people call them 'traitors'!
Even though they protected their civilization during the brutal War of the Ancients, the pain left by the demons is hard to let go. The Illidari use the power of demons to fight, and once they lose control, the threat they pose is much greater than that of ordinary demons.

In order to guard against them, the elves of Azeroth even sent the most elite Night Watchers of the Temple of the Moon to serve as "jailers" to monitor the Illidari.

I spoke with Arantion before, and she told me the origins of the Illidari's ten-thousand-year-long hunt. If it weren't for the fact that their 'Forest Lord' Cenarius was seduced and corrupted by the Thal'kiel at the end of the War of the Ancients in order to protect the elves from the collapse of the Well of Eternity, leading to a rare agreement between Cenarius's student, the Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage, and his brother, Illidan Stormrage, these dark walkers would never have had the opportunity to hunt freely as they do today.

But even so, once the Illidari Demon Hunters return to Azeroth, those ghostly Watchers will still come after them first.

Everyone was on guard against them, as if they were guarding against demons disguised as human form.

This has made them accustomed to being treated coldly or even expelled and insulted. These warriors who have dedicated their entire existence to the cause of hunting demons may not care about these things, but this does not mean that they do not have their own ideas in their hearts.

Who likes to be hated?

Especially when she knows she's doing the right thing."

"I see. No wonder she looked so strange when I complimented her."

Archbishop Nellie shook her tail and said:
"But this is also normal. Only a race like the Draenei, who have been dealing with demons for 25,000 years, knows how much hardship and sacrifice they have made. It's just like how we chose to turn to the Holy Light to gain strength after losing our homeland.

Demon Hunters simply took a more extreme path, but that doesn't change the fact that they are all sacrifices worthy of respect.

But, Dick, I want to know why you think so highly of Master Arantien?"

Nellie looked at Dick and whispered:
"Even if she could indeed help the Assassin's Court and help us purify the corruption within, there's no need for you to rush me over right away. Your serious, almost 'anxious' attitude makes me realize that there's something else about this demon hunter that interests you."

"of course."

Dick did not hide his thoughts from Nellie.

He touched the Heart of Argus on his finger and whispered to Nari:
"The solution to Argus's demise is likely hidden in Arantion's homeland, the mysterious world of Azeroth. And right now, Arantion is our only way to connect with Azeroth.

If we are to return home in the future and engage in a life-and-death battle with the demonic hordes entrenched in Argus, we will definitely not find any allies in the starry sea who have the courage to openly fight demons like the Illidari."

"!!!"

The Archbishop's tail swung violently, expressing her surprise. She looked at Dick and said:

"So, Azeroth is also hiding..."

Dick nodded and warned:

"Arantien said she could contact the Illidari's star-hunting ship, the Retribution, but it would take time. She also wanted to meet with old Velen. You can arrange it for her. I believe old Velen would be able to establish a good personal relationship with Arantien.

By the way, tell my judgment to the prophet, but don't tell anyone else.

Don't approach Arantion with any purpose, Nairi. You can become friends or hunting partners with her and let her see the Draenei's determination in fighting demons. If we really need to go to Azeroth as soon as possible, perhaps the Illidari's starship can also be a backup option.

At least their spaceship must have a star map to the world of Azeroth.
That star map is equally important to the Army of Light."

"I know how to deal with people, Dick. You don't have to nag me like that."

Nellie rolled her eyes and said:

"Besides, since you're not a hunter, it's hard for you to understand the wariness and vigilance that top hunters like us have towards others. When I work with her, you need to be prepared. I mean, if you're asking for help, you should at least give a gift, right?

I just noticed that Arantion is very interested in my halberd.

She also had decorations made from various demon remains on her body. Weapons that could better assist in hunting were gifts that she could not refuse for hunters. I noticed that the pair of weapons with special shapes on her back had been used for a long time and were severely worn.

It's like a lion's claws are no longer sharp, which is not good."

"I understand."

Dick nodded and whispered to Nellie:
"I will continue my journey to Nagrand tomorrow morning to complete my work. I will leave this place to you."

"Don't worry, Diakum."

Nellie took Dick's hand and said:
"Just focus on your important tasks. I'll help you protect everything we have. You entered 'sanctification' again, right? Was the emotional drain severe this time?"

"It's okay, especially when I see you, all those disappointments are nothing."

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Communication between hunters often starts with comparing their respective catches, which is the first step in building friendship, just like when anglers get together, there will always be a "conspicuous bag" that automatically refreshes. Under the leadership of that guy, everyone will show off their "big goods" to each other.

Vanity is a common problem among all intelligent beings.

Especially when two masters who have reached the pinnacle of the same field meet each other, no matter what their personalities are, they will always have to compare their strengths. No one is willing to admit that they are worse than others, especially in the work they are good at.

Who doesn’t have pride?

Even if you are a salted fish, you have to be the saltiest one!
"So, this is the hunting tattoo you gave yourself after you killed 3000 demons? It's so beautiful! Especially when it was given a glorious meaning, it was like a dazzling work of art."

Behind the spirit dragon flying towards the Karabor Temple, Nairi admired the tattoo of a blood-red skull dotted with black lotus on Arantien's shoulder. She exclaimed:
“What a wonderful custom!

Don't be afraid of you laughing at me, but when I first saw your tattoo, I thought it was a magical pattern that helped you control the flow of fel energy. We Draenei have similar spellcasting techniques and strengthening traditions.

"Only a portion of it is the Hunter's war mark. The rest is more of a commemoration of what we have lost."

Alandin replied in a cold tone. Her words were calm, but the feeling of "brokenness" overflowed her whole body, making her soul, which was broken and then mended, seem even more lonely.

"What about this?"

On the other side, Yura asked questions like a curious baby. She was obviously over 20,000 years old but she was not at all steady. She pointed at the tattoo on Arantien's collarbone and said:
"Could this wing-shaped thing refer to a demonic prey with wings?"

"This is the mark that represents 'lovers' in elven culture."

"Well, it seems you have a life story worth hearing. What about this?"

"This one stands for 'fiery revenge.'"

"That's awesome! What about this one? It looks awesome on your entire arm. I think it must be some kind of hunting oath, right? I want to get one for myself someday!"

"Well, this tattoo means 'Dedicated to my dear mom and dad.'"

".Are you demon hunters crazy?! Do you have to put something this tender and affectionate between two cold hunting oaths?"

"That's normal, because both of them are the source of strength that allowed me to persevere in the darkness until the end."

"Okay, Yura, go play by yourself."

Naili covered her eyes and drove away her funny subordinates. She looked at Alandin, and the Demon Hunter Master was also "staring" at her. The "trophy show-off" session of a hunter master has ended.

Now it's Nellie's turn to show off her achievements.

"I'm not as ceremonial as you are."

Naili smiled and threw her hunting halberd to Arantion, who took it in his hand and stroked the handle of the halberd, and soon noticed some runes engraved on it.

"The first one represents the 99th demon I killed after obtaining it. That was between me and Diakum. Uh, forget it, there's no need to tell you that. We're not that close yet."

"But it has five runes on it!"

Arantien said curiously:

"Each one represents 99 demons? Well, considering you've been exiled in the stars for years, this result is not bad."

"No, as the Ranger Archbishop of the Draenei, I am probably one of the people who has dealt with demons most frequently in exile. The second rune represents my 999th demon hunt.

The third one is 9999.

The fourth one is 19999, and the fifth one was just engraved a few days ago."

Nellie shrugged and said:

"There aren't that many demons for me to hunt in Draenor, so I've included those hopeless warlocks. Of course, my hunts also include lower-level demons like hellhounds. Their results are truly incomparable to your thousands of elite demons.

But you've only been hunting for ten thousand years, Arantion.

You are still young, so don't lose heart, you still have a chance to catch up with my number of victories in the future. If you work hard and are lucky enough, you can even compete with the Saint of Diakham in terms of quality."

"Ow?"

Holding the halberd as if it were a burning mountain, Arantien looked up in surprise and said curiously:

"Indeed, when we first met, I heard the Vigilant Saint call himself the 'Holy Light Butcher.' He dared to give himself such a nickname, so I guess he must have had many achievements in battle."

"No, kid, that nickname was given to him by the devil. Dick always thought that all the nicknames he gave himself were just self-aggrandizement. His thoughts were really strange sometimes."

Nari explained:
"He personally slew at least seven demigod demons during the final thirty days of battle on the Argus world. The number of legendary demons who perished at his hands is incalculable. During that final period, the demons' morale would collapse upon seeing his battle flag.

They called him the 'Holy Light Butcher' in fear, and those weak hellhounds and imps even refused to enter the battlefield.

Dick always thought that was the most glorious moment in his life, second only to the time when he personally executed the unascended demon body of 'Shaper' Thal'ir in the presence of the Dark Titan before leaving our hometown.

His past was so glorious that he feels quite down and out now.

He was just telling me that in yesterday's duel, even though they were at full power, the Killer still escaped, which made him feel that he was old and unable to do it.

But I think he just needs a break.

I have great confidence in him. Now that the Slayer has come to Draenor, the wolf's journey of wreaking havoc on the astral sea will surely come to an end here."

"Seven-headed demon demigod? He also executed Thal'kiel the Shaper? Your saint once faced the appearance of the Dark Titan on Argus, and yet he still lives to this day?

It’s unimaginable.”

These words had never seemed so strange to Arantien.

She was silent for a long time, and finally sighed and said:
"I'm sorry, Lord Nairi. I admit that I underestimated you. I apologize for my previous arrogance and misunderstanding of the Draenei. Lord Illidan will surely regard Saint Diak'um as a 'confidant'.

Even though they have never seen each other.

But I believe that based on their attitude towards dealing with demons alone, the two of them will definitely get along well, and they will definitely become best friends and the most perfect hunting partners.

Just like I am just a novice demon hunter apprentice in front of you, I will obey your command from now on. With your powerful attainments in hunting demons, if you are willing to join the Illidari, you will definitely be awarded the title of "Master".

I firmly believe this!"

(End of this chapter)