Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 12. Aren’t gloves meant to be thrown away after use?
"What are you painting on me? And what are these carvings?"

At the same time, in an arcane laboratory that looked like a "flesh workshop" outside the lecture hall, Dick, who was tied to a test table naked with only a pair of extra-large underwear, couldn't help but ask.

It’s no wonder that he was worried, mainly because the current situation was a bit strange.

The sturdy man with his hands and feet tied was surrounded by four female Manari ritual priests dressed as cultists. They were smearing some kind of sticky oil on Dick's muscular muscles acquired through years of training, and using something like a magic knife to carve something similar to a tattoo on his chest, arms and legs.

It made Dick feel a little like he was the hero in some obscene movie.

But considering that he was a vindicator with muscles on his brain, asking such a stupid question would naturally not be laughed at by several half-demonized Eredar apprentices.

One of the Manari with a broken horn replied:

"This is a special enhancement for you as the 'protagonist' of the ritual, the sacrifice! You don't need to know what these precious oils and intricate carvings represent specifically. You only need to know that they will temporarily enhance your perception, control, and reception of energy.

This allows you to possess them in a more perfect state while infused with Fel energy.

You're out of luck!
The Supreme Inspirer personally designated you to be the vanguard of the fel energy we are trying to cultivate. The few who were not chosen were very disappointed, but they dared not disobey the Inspirer's orders."

"His body is indeed more suitable than those skinny dogs who are strong on the outside but weak on the inside."

Another Manari priestess stroked Dick's amazing muscle lines, as if stroking a stone sculpture carved by a knife or an axe, and she whispered in admiration:
"As expected of a high-ranking garrison commander! This storied body is the perfect vessel for the most powerful demonic energy. Unfortunately, the garrison commanders are all fools brainwashed by the false Holy Light. It's difficult for us to recruit someone as qualified as him."

She suppressed the strange turmoil in her heart and said to the other sisters:

"Is this normal? Perhaps he's using some kind of vulgar magic to enhance himself... Well, I'm not interested in these vulgar things. I'm just worried that such magic will affect the perfect shaping of the Fel Vanguard.

We are going to use the Fel Vanguard as the general to attack the Archon's Seat!"

"If you're curious, just be curious. Don't get into all this big talk! We're just as curious."

The eldest of the Manari Fel Priests ruthlessly exposed her sister's insincere lies. She sighed and said:
"I've lived for over three thousand years and have had many lovers, but this is the first time I've seen a man as gifted as him. Don't worry, sisters, it's a blessing from the fertility gods.

I thought it was a dirty nickname between men, but I didn't expect they were just speaking the truth out of jealousy."

"The Benefactor is above!"

The youngest ritual priest said with a hint of fear:
"Such a horrible thing can really be contained"

"enough!"

The elders couldn't bear to listen any longer.

Although you are all cultists who worship the devil, you should still be decent. Look at what you are doing now. Don't let the filthy thoughts in your mind defeat your loyalty to the evil power!
Look at how ignorant you are! You are a disgrace to the Awakener Sect and the Enlightener!

Then she took her hand away from Dick's leg and scolded him harshly:

"Tonight is the glorious moment for the Awakeners, and we shoulder the heavy responsibility of shaping the Vanguard of Fel Energy. If we don't want the Enlightener's punishment to fall on us, if we don't want to become blood food for breeding demon hounds, then get serious, sisters!

Hurry up and complete the carving and strengthening of the container, and then inject it with fel blood. We must do it before midnight, okay?
What's going on outside? "

The four ritual priests who shouldered the heavy responsibility heard the noise and explosion coming from deep in the lecture hall, like someone roaring, and the chaos caused by the roar of magic, like a stone thrown into the lake, splashing and spreading.

The elder's expression changed immediately. She grabbed the demon bone staff decorated with skulls and shouted to the other three sisters:
"This must be the traitor Archimonde's servants who caused the chaos. I'll go out and take a look. You guys continue working! Complete the imprint as soon as possible! Important matters cannot be delayed."

At her command, the three sisters increased their speed, and soon the special oil was spread all over Dick's body.

This stuff feels sticky when applied to the body, but it seeps under the skin after a few minutes.

Dick could feel his body getting hot, and the magical marks on his body that looked like obscure tattoos were quickly completed.

His chest, arms, legs and even the back of his neck were all carved with very difficult to understand patterns.

He could only barely recognize that some of it followed the most ancient arcane wisdom of Augure and could be called "orthodox", but then when the priests brought several pots of sticky demon blood that smelled of sulfur, Dick knew that he had to resist.

Once this stuff enters your body, no matter how passionate you are about serving the Holy Light, you will end up on the path of evil energy.

Almost at the moment when he secretly pinched the magic chisel used by the priests to carve tattoos, a scream was heard outside the laboratory. Along with the ferocious roar of the demon hound, a huge arcane barrage hit the closed door like a heavy artillery, tearing the steel door open instantly.

The elderly priestess who was defending outside the door was instantly reduced to ashes by this sudden "cannon", and the demon hounds she summoned were quickly driven out of the material world with screams. Then, a familiar figure broke through the smoke and dust and strode into the laboratory under Dick's surprised gaze.

The Grand Chancellor of the Academy, Galasum, had a cruel sneer on his face as he looked at the three ritual priests rushing towards him.

As a high-level arcanist, he flicked his fingers casually, and immediately round arcane elements were summoned into the material world. Then, under the tragic scorching heat of the approaching explosion and the burning fire, they turned into charred bones in just ten seconds.

But Galasum didn't come here specifically to rescue Dick.

He was just following the instructions of Principal Archimonde to destroy the magic defense node of the lecture hall. There happened to be an arcane energy node in this laboratory.

This is a complete collision.

Behind the Grand Vizier followed the twins whom he had high hopes for. They both held magical blades, one controlling the raging fire and the other releasing ice. The form of this 'Argus Ice and Fire Man' was also very visually impactful.

But after killing the Manari ritual priest, the three people who rushed into the room were immediately stunned.

Grand Chancellor Galasum looked at Dick trapped on the experimental table in astonishment. Dick also widened his eyes and looked at him speechlessly.

But the Grand Chancellor reacted very quickly, turning around and roaring at the terrified twins:

"You! You betrayed me? How dare you betray Lord Archimonde? Wait! If Diakum is still alive, why did he come here?"

"Of course it's because I informed you in advance, Grand Vizier! Archimonde was just putting on a pathetic monkey show. Lord Commander Kil'jaeden gave me a secret order to eliminate Archimonde and Thal'kiel tonight!

This is your last chance to defect!"

Dick shouted:
"Is Archimonde good to you? Is it worth risking your life to join him in this doomed rebellion? Sachir has learned of his ridiculous plan, and now he is trapped in the lecture hall to face the trial of 'Devil's Invincibility'.

Sadly, I don’t think he can win.”

"puff"

At the moment when Galasum was attracted by these words, Gemini understood Dick's crazy suggestive look.

The two sisters looked at each other without any hesitation. Oreses waved her hand and threw out an ice blade that accurately froze the chains that bound Dick. Salolas also summoned flames to smash down. In the collision of ice and fire, and the fusion of high temperature and low temperature, the chains were shattered in an instant.

Dick, who was freed, turned around and propped himself up, launching a corner charge with his naked body, crashing into the Grand Vizier Galasum who was wielding a magic blade like a heavy artillery.

He really couldn't use the Holy Light anymore.

But even without the enhancement of the Holy Light, Dick was still a high-level garrison officer. In the frequent sparring with the five little strong men, he had regained some of his skills as a warrior. He charged and swung his fists, and a fierce punch hit the nose of the Grand Chancellor who was chanting at high speed.

No matter how powerful a spellcaster is, he will not be able to continue chanting if his nose is broken.

The interrupted deadly magic could only be transformed into an arcane explosion under the honed spellcasting instinct, knocking Dick, who was holding the knife and trying to pursue the victory, away.

But he overlooked that Dick was not fighting alone at this moment.

The moment he got rid of the warrior's entanglement, Galasum, who stood up with his nose covered with blood, felt the rising of the arcane energy behind him, which was a mixture of heat and cold.

When the magical energy brought about by the interweaving of ice and fire was turbulent, he turned around in despair and saw the two most outstanding spellcasting geniuses in the Arcana Academy in the past few decades gritting their teeth, with ferocious faces, turning the most powerful magic they mastered into deadly punches and hitting him, their mentor, at the same time.

A half-human-high fireball burst out like a small sun, and the high-speed rotating ice orb turned everything into a frozen hell wherever it went.

Being double-teamed on both sides made Galasum feel so damn lucky. He was also surprised that Principal Archimonde had a good eye for talent. The two sisters, whom he personally described as "outstanding geniuses", lived up to the principal's praise.

They joined forces and used their natural twin telepathy to develop this killer tactic in seconds.

"Do not!!!"

The ambitious Grand Chancellor of the Academy was first frozen in place, and then hit by a flaming fireball.

But even so, he is not dead yet.

It was obvious that the high-level arcanist had his own life-saving ability. Although half of his body was shattered in the explosion of fire and ice, he still survived as the ice shattered.

Looking at the two breathless and temporarily weak bad students in front of him, Galasum's face was ferocious as he wanted to turn their charming and seductive bodies into active bombs to punish them for their shameless betrayal.

But he once again overlooked that the Geminis were not fighting alone.

"puff"

Before the arcane chant of the living bomb ended, his sharp magical blade pierced the back of Galasoom's head with a fierce suppression, causing the sword tip to pierce out of his mouth.

Behind him, Dick, whose body was covered with scars of frost and fire burns, grabbed Galasom's gorgeous magic sword that had been knocked away before, and ended the ambitious man's sudden farewell performance with the most deadly and precise fatal blow.

Galasoom's lifeless, broken body hit the frozen ground.

Until his death, his eyes were still filled with disbelief, madness and horror.

Perhaps this was not in his plan, or perhaps he was still thinking about Lord Archimonde's great promise before he died.

But it all passed.

Death takes away all resentment, leaving only endless shame.

Dick pulled out the blood-stained magic blade, stepped forward and put it into the hands of Saloras, who had damaged her weapon in order to increase the destructive power of the spell, and helped the two weak and frightened sisters up.

He said in a low and encouraging tone:

"Just now, you have completely cleared yourself of all accusations and become the heroes who set things right. Now I need you to calm down and recover as soon as possible!

I need my gear back, I know where it is, stay here and wait for me, don't run around!
To avoid being killed by the Assassin's Court as a traitor, if you are unlucky enough to meet them, tell them my name."

"But what's next?" Oreses, the more rational sister, grabbed her sister's wrist and asked breathlessly:
"What shall we do next? Archimonde's followers have begun a war with the Awakener cultists, and neither side will let us go!"

"You're wrong. I won't let them go!"

Dick picked up the broken robe from the ground and put it on, then said to the two sisters without turning his head:
“If you are afraid, then leave first, but take Galasum’s head with you. This way, you can prove your alignment to General Elodus, who is in charge of suppressing and executing the troops outside.

Don't be afraid, children.

No cultist here will be able to escape tonight, the dragnet has been laid."

"Aren't you leaving?"

Sarolas looked at the luxurious magic sword in her hand, then glanced at Galasum, who was still glaring at death. She gritted her teeth and said:

"Perhaps you should leave with us?"

"No, I won't go anywhere until I see Archimonde's soul shattered and Thal'kiel's ambitions shattered! This is why I came here."

Dick threw down a few words and disappeared into the increasingly chaotic corridor outside the door.

The two sisters fell into silence. Saloras forced herself to move forward and found the high-level recovery potion in Galasum's exploded and scattered bag. She drank a bottle herself and gave one to her sister. Then, she suppressed her nausea and walked forward to cut off the head of the Chancellor of the Academy with his beloved magic sword.

The potion was very effective. Under the stimulation of the bitter potion, their consumed mana quickly recovered to the level to continue fighting. Saloras put Galasum's head in a bag, then took her sister's hand and prepared to break out of this dangerous situation.

But before he could even start, Oreses grabbed him.

"We have to stay here! Listen to me carefully!"

The more rational sister said to her elder sister seriously:
"If we leave now, at most we'll be heroes who restore order, able to atone for our previous sins, but our studies are doomed to fail. What awaits us is a tainted life, and the best we can do in the end is to become a hopeless teacher in a subordinate institution of the Mystery Academy.

In the future, I might spend my life with a man whom I neither like nor hate, and we might even have annoying children.

But is this the life you want? Sarolas, do you remember the oath we made when we left the small town school in the Antoran Plains?

"We must stand out. We must not be as unknown as our mediocre and prematurely deceased parents."

Sarolas immediately realized what her sister meant.

She hesitated, glanced at the head in her hand, and said:
"Rather than living with a stain on my life, I'd rather give it a try with Commander Diakum!
Now that we have embarked on this journey, we must follow it to the end. If we can help Commander Diak'um slay Archimonde and Thal'kiel, we will have made a remarkable contribution in the war against the demon worshippers."

"The more difficult the situation, the more valuable the victory, Sarolas."

Oreses picked up her magic dagger and said in a deep voice:

"Even for the immortal Eredar, there are only a few chances to change one's life class, and we've already wasted one! Even for geniuses like us, fate may not give us more favors.

Do not worry.

If you die here, I will die with you.

We came into this world together, and we must leave together. We will never walk alone."

"We would rather die tragically than live a mediocre life!"

Sarolas also made up her mind.

She kissed her sister on the forehead, then stood up and walked out the door with her.

Just when they killed several followers of Archimonde with magic, they saw Dick, fully armed, striding towards them, holding a sword and shield, and the cursed blade in his hand was dripping with smelly fel blood.

Dick looked at the two sisters in surprise.

But thinking about the sisters' life choices in the official history, he understood their determination. Without saying much, he simply waved his hand to signal them to follow.

"Live!"

He looked at the "Octagonal Cage" before him, where arcane magic and fel energy were splattering and the exit was sealed. He said to the two sisters while holding his sword and shield:
"Strive to survive until dawn, and the Holy Light and I will give you a bright future!"

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Just as the Grand Lecture Hall in the old city of Oronaar was in turmoil, there was also movement at the Mystery Academy.

Garrison Commander Malderan, who was appointed by Archimonde as the "temporary chief of security of the academy", led his warriors to launch a purge of the confirmed Awakener believers throughout the academy.

The huge arcane guards were driven by the vindicators as vanguards to destroy the buildings where the cultists were hiding, and then the vindicators rushed in under the protection of the shining holy light and killed them in the name of the holy light.

But since they have become cultists, they will definitely not sit still and wait for death. When they realized that their plan was exposed, these cultists decisively brought forward the "Sibisibi" moment.

A large number of demons were summoned by them through a ritual arranged in advance. The demon hounds running and biting everywhere, the ferocious demon bats flying in the sky, and the ferocious demon guards made the night become cold and crazy for a while. However, Ms. Verala, the governor of the Arcane Academy, was well prepared.

Almost at the same time as the demon appeared, the arcane defenses of the student dormitory area, faculty dormitory and teaching building were activated.

Hunters from the Court of Assassins, led by Talgas himself, also joined the hunt. Argon, the High Enlightener, one of the "Three Giants of the Academy", was the leader of the Awakener Cult and he had to be captured or killed here.

General Aerodus was in charge of the city of Oronaar, but in such a major event, even Targas, a high-ranking official who theoretically had no room for promotion, had to show his face.

"The five new recruits Dick personally trained are truly brave!"

The leader of the Assassin's Court watched from a high place as the five young warriors formed an assault formation and took the lead in charging into the residence of the high-level Enlightener, which was guarded by demons.

Those brutal star sea demons made his elite hunters and assassins feel a little overwhelmed, but the five little warriors knew how to defeat these guys.

Relying on their already impressive cooperation, the five new recruits suddenly became the most handsome guys on the battlefield.

Just as Targas was surveying the battlefield, Garrison Commander Malderan strode over.

His war hammer was still dripping with foul-smelling blood, and his shield was covered with hideous scratches, showing that he had been through a great battle.

"With you and Archon Verala in control, the situation at the academy is now stable. I will now lead the garrison officers to support Diakum."

Madeleine said:
"It's too dangerous for him to go deep into the enemy's lair alone."

"I advise you not to go, Garrison Commander Malderan. This is not only a reminder between companions, but also because you and General Elodus are related by blood."

Talgas waved his hand without even turning his head and said:

"Dick made a heroic choice. He knew the meaning of the secret order given to him by Lord Commander Kil'jaeden. If he wanted to atone for his sins and cleanse his stain, he had to go through a trial.

If he comes back alive, he will certainly deserve the title of hero; but if he unfortunately dies in battle, it will be a worthy death.

Most importantly, the Grand Archon gave him the opportunity to practice his own morality, and his current identity is indeed a criminal.

He has stains!

Moreover, the Enlightener's reputation is too high, which means that the ugly truth of the Awakener's esoteric religion must be kept from being known by the people, so that they don't have to bear unnecessary mental pressure while worrying about the daily necessities.

What Lord Commander Kil'jaeden meant was that a tainted hero who had experienced dark things and survived was far inferior to a perfect icon hanging on the wall.

Since you have called yourself a 'redeemer', you should be prepared to die as a token of atonement before setting out.

You may not understand what I mean, but believe me, Diakham understood all of this before he left, and it was his own choice.”

"Have you been planning to give up on him for a long time?"

The old garrison officer didn't understand these twists and turns.

But he probably guessed that Commander Kil'jaeden was determined to cover up the truth of tonight. In this case, Dick, who participated in almost the entire process, was taking risks.

"But he's already repented! He's also taken concrete actions to sincerely correct his mistakes! He deserves a chance to return to the right path!"

Malderan said angrily:
"My morals, my profession, my faith, and my promise do not allow me to stand by and watch Diakum die! I must go!"

"I gave him a choice, and it was he who decided to die. If you want to be a part of this, go alone! Don't drag these young people who have just won merit and have bright futures into this vortex."

Talgas said impatiently:

"This is why I hate dealing with garrison commanders. You're all too stubborn. Diakum is an exception, but only an exception."

"However, this is what the Holy Light teaches us."

With a hint of disappointment, Madeleine turned around and whispered as he walked down the stairs:
"Without the Light, what remains of the Eredar?
It has never been us who have promoted the prestige of the Holy Light, nor has it ever been the Holy Light that needs us! It is because of the Holy Light that we endure, and it is through the blessings of the Holy Light that we possess everything we have.

I think so.

I believe Diakme feels the same way."

"Ha, a devout believer and a martyr, you two are worthy of being friends."

Talgas said sarcastically:

"Then let's set off quickly. Although I believe miracles must exist, considering the two heavyweight opponents that Diakum faces tonight,
If you were any later, you might not have been able to make it to his funeral."

Ps:

Thanks to the two silver alliance members of "Huo Zheng Ting Hao" for the rewards, but the manuscripts in stock are really not enough, so I can only owe it first and make up for it later. Don't worry, brothers, I have already communicated with Lao Huo. The old author is a man of integrity and will definitely make up for the owed extra chapters.

Love you guys.

(End of this chapter)